In the misty depths of Eldergrove, Jox, a lithe elf with tanned skin, quivered under the gaze of Grumm, a towering orc chieftain whose chiseled form radiated raw power. Grumm’s colossal, throbbing length pressed against Jox’s trembling core, igniting a fire within as he claimed the elf with slow, deep thrusts that stretched him deliciously, his body singing with every pulse. Jox’s gasps melted into moans, his frame arching as Grumm’s primal heat surged, filling him with a warm, overwhelming rush that sealed their bond, marking Jox as his forever bride. ;)
Tom Cray
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