Invincible Blood Sorceror

The fabric was rough-woven, designed for the heat, but it did little to hide the swell of her breasts or the curve of her hips.

Jorghan's pulse raced as he pressed against her, his body responding instinctively, a hardening ache building in his groin.

Breaking the kiss just enough to speak, Sarhita whispered against his lips, her voice husky, "Show me, Jorghan. Show me how humans improvise."

That was all the invitation he needed.

With a low growl in his throat, he pushed her back gently onto the flat stone, the rock still warm from the day's sun, radiating heat up through their bodies like a natural bed.

The view below—the Jaruna River glowing like molten gold, the Brownhill Dunes undulating in endless waves—faded into insignificance as he hovered over her, his knees straddling her thighs.

Sarhita's white hair fanned out around her head like a halo, contrasting sharply with her pale red skin, which seemed to shimmer in the twilight. Her eyes, those liquid gold pools, locked onto his, filled with a raw hunger that made his cock twitch in anticipation.

Jorghan's hands moved with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch. He started at her collarbone, fingers tracing the elegant lines of her neck down to the ties of her top.

With a tug, the fabric parted, revealing her breasts—full and pert, nipples a deeper shade of red, hardening instantly in the cooling air. Her bosom were more than a handful of softness and firmness, a perfect balance that begged to be touched and caressed. Jorghan leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin as he whispered, "You are exquisite."

He cupped one in his palm, marveling at how it overflowed his hand due to her size, the skin velvet-soft yet resilient.

Leaning down, he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. He sucked and bit her nipple, making her squeal, then he rotated his tongue around her nipple.

AHH!!! mmmhh!!

Sarhita arched beneath him, a moan escaping her lips that echoed off the rock face, her fingers digging into his black hair, urging him on.

"Oh, goddess," she breathed, her voice trembling.

The sensory overload hit her—the scrape of his teeth, the wet heat of his mouth, the contrast of his smaller, human frame dominating her larger one. Her skin tingled where he touched, a fire spreading from her chest downward, pooling between her legs in a slick, aching need.

Jorghan switched to her other breast, his free hand sliding lower, over the flat plane of her stomach, feeling the subtle ridges of muscle beneath.

The taste of her skin was intoxicating—salty sweat mixed with an exotic, floral musk unique to her people. He switched to the other breast, pinching the first between his fingers, twisting just enough to elicit a whimper that echoed off the rock face.

Hmmmm!!

Below them, the Brownhill Dunes stretched like endless waves of gold, indifferent to their frenzy, but up here, the world narrowed to the heat of their bodies, the slick slide of skin on skin.

His hands moved over her body, a masterpiece of otherworldly beauty, taller and stronger, yet yielding to him in ways that made his blood boil. He nipped at her skin, leaving faint marks that bloomed like desert flowers on her pale red flesh.

The wind whispered around them, carrying the distant calls of nocturnal creatures, but it only heightened the intimacy, making their perch feel like the edge of the world.

His cock, already straining against his pants, was no ordinary human endowment—thick and long like a stallion's, veined and pulsing with an almost primal urgency.

It had always been his secret, a quirk of his heritage, but now it throbbed with need, pressing insistently against her thigh as he ground against her, massive and unyielding, promising to stretch her to her limits.

Sarhita felt it, her eyes widening slightly in surprise and delight, her hand reaching down to palm him through the fabric.

"Jorghan... you're... immense," she murmured, her fingers exploring the outline, tracing the length that seemed to go on forever.

The heat of him seeped through, making her core clench in anticipation.

She squeezed gently, eliciting a groan from him that vibrated against her breast.

"Want to see?" he teased, his voice gravelly as he sat back on his heels, quickly shedding his tunic to reveal his athletic torso—rippling abs, broad shoulders, and a light dusting of black hair trailing down to his waistband.

The setting sun cast golden highlights on his skin, making him look like a god of the dunes. Sarhita nodded eagerly, her white hair shifting as she propped herself on her elbows, watching with rapt attention.

He unlaced his pants, freeing his massive cock.

It sprang out, horse-like in its girth and length, easily over a foot long, the head flared and glistening with pre-cum. Veins pulsed along its shaft, thick as ropes, and it bobbed heavily in the air, pointing toward her like a promise.

Sarhita's breath caught, her golden eyes darkening with lust.

She reached out and felt it, her eyes widening with a mix of fear and feral lust, her long legs parting instinctively.

"I need you," she whispered, her golden irises darkening to molten amber.

"Now. Harder and faster."

She wrapped her long fingers around it—barely able to encircle the base—and stroked slowly, feeling the velvety skin over steel-hard muscle.

"It's... beautiful," she whispered, her thumb circling the tip, smearing the slick fluid.

The scent of him filled the air—musky, masculine, mingling with the dry desert breeze. Jorghan hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking slightly into her hand, but he wasn't content to let her lead just yet.

"Your turn," he said, his hands moving to her lower garments.

With deft fingers, he untied the wraps, peeling them away to expose her.

Sarhita's glistening pussy was a vision—pale red folds glistening with arousal, a small tuft of white hair above, and her clit swollen and begging for attention.

Due to her height, everything was scaled up, her entrance inviting, slick with need. It was also bigger than humans, he thought, as a grin plastered his lips.

The sight made his mouth water.

He positioned himself between her legs, spreading her thighs wide—her long limbs draping over the stone like elegant vines.

Lowering his head, he inhaled her scent—sweet and tangy, like ripe desert fruit—before diving in. His tongue lapped at her folds, broad strokes that made her cry out, her back arching off the rock. He focused on her clit, circling it with precision, sucking gently as his fingers teased her entrance, slipping one inside to feel her tight, wet heat clench around him.

Sarhita's moans grew louder, unrestrained in the vast openness.

"Jorghan... yes... deeper," she panted, her hands fisting in his black hair, guiding him.

The taste of her flooded his senses, addictive and heady, her juices coating his chin as he added a second finger, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside. Her body trembled, the pale red skin flushing deeper, sweat beading on her brow despite the cooling night.

She was close—he could feel it in the way her walls fluttered—but he pulled back, wanting to draw it out.

Kissing his way up her body, he captured her lips again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Sarhita wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back, pulling him closer.

His massive cock pressed against her entrance, the flared head nudging her folds, teasing.

"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.

"I need you inside me."

Jorghan groaned, positioning himself.

Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed in, her pussy stretching around his girth.

It was tight—almost painfully so at first—the phallus testing her limits, but her wetness eased the way.

Sarhita gasped, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails on his athletic frame. The sensation was exquisite: hot, velvety walls gripping him like a vice, her body accommodating him despite the difference in their sizes.

"Fuck, Sarhita... you're so tight," he grunted, bottoming out finally, his balls pressing against her ass. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, their breaths mingling in harsh pants.

The desert wind cooled the sweat on their skin, but inside, they burned.

Then he moved—slow thrusts at first, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in, the slap of skin on skin echoing softly.

Sarhita's moans turned to cries, her white hair whipping as she tossed her head.

Then he changed his momentum; he took his hard, throbbing cock out of her wet cave and dove back in with much force.

AHHHH!!!

She screamed, her hands falling back on the sand as she arched her back in pleasure.

He started pounding her, the sound of their bodies colliding mixing with her cries of ecstasy. The intensity of their passion grew with each thrust, the desert wind carrying their shared pleasure into the night.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, his cock filling her completely, hitting depths no one ever had.

"You're so fucking sexy, Sarhita."

"Ah, ah, yes, keep going, ah…"