Bailen's musk filled quickly filled both smell and taste in Brynhilde, coating her tongue, inside cheeks of her mouth and also down her throat. Literally drinking his manliness down her throat to point it became choking. Bailen was quite appreciative to her hard life threatening work as his hand clenched slightly more tighter on her upheld mane of hair and his fingers on her back and back pressed down with finger and palm on her back. Squeezing and clawing her flesh while Bailen's eyes rolled in his head and he released a loud groaning softly purring husky long growl. A very beastly sound which vibrated with full power of his big lungs and chest. But when with slurp and burst of saliva Brynhilde backed off after reaching his base and returned to playfully tease and see her grin while her eyes all teary from lack of oxygen. Bailen eyes slowly focused again on Brynhilde, his breathing coming in now quiet rumbling purrs and he is giving her tusky grinning smile while his cock now more regularly responds to her licking. His cock all over coated in her saliva, some of it dripping down to her hand which held on base keep the cock straight up. Fingers in his balls tingling with each rolling and gentle touch.<br/><br/>It is sending hot waves run in Bailen's body which he tried keep down from not taking over his mind and with more orcish ancestry just tear her pants and fuck her there. Let her keep the control and the pace as she wants it. Play and tease and build his excitement further. Brynhilde could see how almost literally Bailen's dark brown eyes glowed with lust and hunger. A pure honest hunger to her with no pretenses nor attachments. He wanted her, he wanted fuck her and fuck her good. She could see the orcish mating fury, a fury which is held in check as if unleashing it Bailen would literally rape her without questions asked. Her actions inviting the beast, taunting it and tempting. Perhaps quite scary beast but a beast which Bailen keeps under his control. But desire is clearly undeniable and so a wish set it loose if Brynhilde would allow it. Hand in her back loosed it's clawing grip and instead now wandered around her sides again, caressing her and even brush underside of her breasts gently. Even him rising to half-sitting position so his hands would reach all down to her waist level. Caress her buttocks through her leather pants and moving even between her legs to give a stroke over her groin section through her pants.