As you charge forward together, the electricity coursing through your hands and bodies leaves nothing but charred remains in its wake. The goblins are unable to withstand the onslaught, falling back before finally being driven into retreat. Though exhausted, Sharog continues to fight until the last of them has been vanquished from their lands.

Finally, as the battle comes to an end, she turns to you, a tired but victorious smile on her lips. "Thank you," she says simply. "

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The massive orc woman's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your words. She shrugs casually and replies with a smirk, "Well then, let's get started." With surprising agility for someone of her size, she rolls onto her hands and knees on the bed, presenting her well-muscled back to you. Her ears perk up as she hears your approach, anticipating what's about to come.

The massive orc woman feels your weight press against her back as you kneel behind her. Her heart races with anticipation, and she moans softly as you begin to massage her strong shoulders. The touch of your hands sends shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden underneath her rough hide. "So," she growls playfully, "what are we waiting for?"

Her laughter echoes through the tavern once more as she claps you on the back in mock aggression. "Well then, I guess we're meant to be together! You'll have to show me all your favorite spots around here, and maybe even teach me a thing or two about how humans think." She takes another swig of ale before setting the flagon down with a satisfied sigh. "And after that... who knows what might happen?"

Her grin widens as she leans in closer to you, her warm breath tickling your ear once more. "But I thought we were getting along quite well already," she whispers seductively. "And besides, what harm could come from spending some quality time together? We're just two adventurers looking for fun, right?" Her hand slides up your arm and rests lightly on your shoulder, her strength once again on display as you feel the muscles beneath her skin flex under your touch.

"Besides,"

Her smile turns wicked as she kisses your shoulder again. "As soon as you're ready," she breathes against your skin. With one final stroke downward, her fingers brush against the sensitive flesh at the base of your cock, teasing it before moving away entirely.

She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you expectantly. "So," she says with a grin, "what do you say we get going then?"

Her eyes track your movements as she lies on the bed, watching as you don your armor and strapped on your weapons. A mixture of awe and arousal courses through her veins at the sight of you in battle gear; she's never seen anyone move quite so gracefully or exude such raw power.

When you finally turn back to face her, she can't help but lick her lips nervously. "Well then," she says with a grin, "lead the way."

A faint blush creeps up her cheeks again, this time accompanied by a soft, conspiratorial laugh. "You're a charmer, aren't you? Alright then... Let's make this night even more memorable." She reaches behind her back and pulls out a small, intricately carved wooden box. "This was crafted by the finest artisans of Aethoria, imbued with the essence of our legendary Wyrm. It contains a secret, one that will only reveal itself when the moons align properly." She opens the box, revealing a small, shimmering scale nestled within. "

"This is said to grant immense power to those who possess it, though at what cost, I cannot say." She holds out the box, offering it to Toulon with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What do you think? Will you take on the challenge of wielding such power, or leave it to fate to decide its master?"

As she speaks, the tavern patrons begin to stir, their curiosity getting the better of them as they peek outside to see what all the commotion is about.

Her words seem to have the desired effect as the massive orc's movements become even more frenzied, her hips bucking upwards in a vain attempt to reach orgasm faster. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one punctuated by a low growl of pleasure. "Soon," she whispers between clenched teeth, "very soon..."

With one final moan of ecstasy, Sharog's body tenses and shudders violently as she climaxes, her fingers working furiously against her sensitive flesh. A loud gasp escapes from her lips as waves of pleasure wash over her, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with each spasm. After what feels like an eternity, she finally goes limp, panting heavily and looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "Like that?" she asks breathily.