Catalina wondered if she could invent a magic spell phone sex ritual to cure her boredom during long treks. She slammed her staff against the floor of the Rusty Tankard, her pink and blue hair a matted nest of twigs and dried slime after three weeks in the Void-Marshes. The pub smelled of stale ale and wet dog, a scent that grounded her after the sterile void. She collapsed onto a stool, her robes stained with ichor and dust, her shoulders slumped from exhaustion. A massive orc with tusks that curved like ivory scimitars leaned over her, his scent a heady mix of musk and cedar.
"You look like you fought a mountain and lost," the orc grunted, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated in Catalina's chest. Catalina smirked, glancing at his broad, olive-skinned shoulders and the way his tunic strained against his chest. "I won, actually. Now I just need a very large distraction," she replied. The orc chuckled, a sound like grinding boulders. "I am Thrum. I can be a distraction." Catalina let her gaze linger on his waist. "I bet you can! But only if the room is on the ground floor," she insisted. "I do not feel like climbing stairs, and I plan on making a lot of noise."
Thrum did not need a second invitation. In the dim light of the room, he stripped with an eagerness that sent his heavy leather breeches thudding to the floor. Catalina gasped at the sight of his massive orc cock, a thick, vein-mapped pillar of heat that pulsed with every breath. She shed her robes in one fluid motion, exposing her pale skin and the glistening heat of her mage pussy. He groaned, lifting her by the thighs and slamming her onto the bed. Their collision was wet and frantic, his mouth sucking on her nipples while her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He slid inside her with a hard thud, the friction sending sparks through her nerves. It was almost as ridiculous as an imagined magic spell phone sex fantasy, she giggled between breathless moans.
As Thrum hammered into her, Catalina decided she wanted more pressure. She whispered a focused incantation, casting a localized gravity spell that pinned them both to the mattress with ten times the normal force. The sudden weight crushed Thrum deeper into her, making every thrust he fought to acheive feel like a battering ram hitting a wall. His balls slapped rhythmically against her ass, the sound a wet, rapid-fire thumping. "By the gods! What is this?" Thrum roared, his voice strained as he fought the weight, his movements becoming agonizingly deep and powerful. Catalina screamed, her walls clamping around him in a vice grip. The increased pressure forced a torrent of juices to foam around their joining. The sensation reminded her of the intensity of what she wanted in a magic spell phone sex encounter. With one final, gravity-enhanced lunge, Thrum erupted, filling her with a hot, thick flood of seed while Catalina's body buckled in a violent, crushing orgasm.
