Fantasy's Flower is the Orc?
After our first round, I tossed two coins beside her and healed her body.
"How's that? Manageable, right? Gonna keep going?"
"Hell yeah! A promise is a promise—krrak!"
After the second, four gold coins gleamed by her head.
"I can do more..." She muttered it through furrowed brows, bracing for the next assault.
The sixth round ended. A pile of gold coins now towered beside the dark elf beauty's head.
"Keep it up. You wouldn't say you're done now, would you?"
Thanks to the healing, she was back to full strength, brimming with cocky defiance. She figured since I healed her every time, she could tough it out. But she didn't know the truth: every time the urge hit, I let loose without holding back. I hadn't gone serious yet.
But I knew I could hold back as long as I wanted. It felt like having Master Card <Erection>, another Master Card <Erection>, and Master Card <Ejaculation Control>—no, even more perfect. If I didn't want to cum, I could go all day.
"Quit now, and those 64 gold coins are yours. What do you say? Call it here?"
"Hmph! Starting to flag, huh? That pathetic cock of yours, and your tiny heart?" She even taunted me.
"Amusing."
Truly. This woman had no clue about her situation.
"Krrak!"
The eighth round wrapped up. Including the ones before Mangod's guys arrived, that made thirteen. Impressive. This orc body of Temir Bas had insane stamina—better than, or at least equal to, my card-stacked real self. And the pleasure didn't fade even after all that. Made me almost regret heading back to reality.
"Keep going!" the dark elf demanded, her eyes flicking nonstop to the 200-plus gold coins by her head. She was hooked.
Fine. Let's keep rolling.
"Krrk! Hrk! Why... my body?"
Dark elf Danas Elpina protested. This time, no healing.
"This... the deal! Ck!"
"Huh? What deal?" Had I ever promised nonstop healing?
"Ck! Kerrk!"
She tried to argue, but I gave her no slack.
"How's that? Can you take it? Wanna stop?"
Danas Elpina barely clung to consciousness. A hair's breadth from blackout—or rather, I just came to spare her.
"You... filthy orc bastard..."
She was confused. Stop now, over 500 gold coins were hers. Her body was at its limit. But one more hold, and freedom. What to do? If it were me, I'd try. Even without full belief, no choice. Even desperate thrashing, if there's a sliver of hope, you'd seize it. That's what cornered people do. And if they can't even thrash? They're truly broken.
If she were that, I wouldn't care. Toying with her false hope was the fun part.
Just a bit more. Hold this once, and I'm free. Can I? Will my body hold? Will this bastard really let me go?
Such conflicts must've swirled in her head. I left her pondering and grabbed some booze from somewhere. The dwarven-brewed golden liquor was top-tier—way harsher than real-world whiskey, like high-proof vodka. It tingled just right going down, then electrified the whole body, with a deep, lingering aftertaste. No wonder orcs chugged it at every meal.
"So, gonna give it a shot?"
Back at the bed, I asked. Truth be told, I was a tad anxious. If she quit, it'd suck. 500 gold? Pocket change next to my 30,000. And it wouldn't come back to reality anyway.
"Do it! You pig fuck!"
She made me happy.
"Good. One last round."
I saluted this gutsy dark elf.
Gulp! Gulp! Her eyes trembled wildly. I untied her arms and healed her.
"Ah!" She felt it instantly, color flooding her face.
"Almost disappointed if you'd quit. But you pleased me."
She gazed in awe. Never dreamed I'd heal her at the end.
"Not as bad as I thought."
Yeah, that's your take. Healing her wasn't mercy—it prolonged the fun.
"Krrk!"
She screamed but glared fiercely. Last one. A few minutes, and freedom. This orc seemed trustworthy. Hope and its delusions shone in her eyes.
Pfft!
"Hrk! Kerrk!"
Average under five minutes per round so far. Now over ten. Danas Elpina had stared in horror for minutes.
"Ck! Kerrk! Ck!"
She fought blackout nonstop.
"Hang in there. Summit's close."
I encouraged her—without slowing my hips or thrusts.
"Ck! Kerrr..."
Oh! Can't pass out yet. Midway heal. Possible mid-act from all the practice?
"Haak! Ah! Huh?"
She noticed her body lighten amid fading consciousness and looked at me.
"Can't lose it yet. Hold on a bit."
I cheered her on.
"This... hk!"
Oh? Midway heal amps pleasure over pain.
"Hrk! Hk! Kerrk!"
But my monster cock was too much. Her face twisted again. Partly 'cause I pounded mercilessly.
Guys with huge dicks need consideration. Full throttle? Just pain, no pleasure.
"Ck! Kerrk!"
She arched back, screaming deathly.
"Ck! No! Kk! Please..."
She suffered. I kept going.
"Kerrk! Hk! Haak! Ah!"
Third heal. She realized: no chance from the start.
"Sto... plea... kerrk! Hk!"
She tried surrendering. But couldn't stop. Deep down, some conscience urged mercy, but the beast inside raged. I broke her, healed, broke, healed.
"Grrr..."
The dark elf beauty foamed at the mouth, unconscious.
"Please... hk! Hrk! Ck!"
Each heal brought pain, pleasure, despair.
"Please... spare me... ck!"
Out again.
"Awooooo!"
I roared, spraying cum over her limp body.
Whoa... Only post-cum did reason return. That was intense. Last round matched the prior nine in ferocity and length. She blacked out about six times, revived, then stayed down.
Monster level. I shocked myself at the brutality. Pure ravaging. She'd conceded long ago; I just revived her for kicks, over and over.
Wonder if she'd recover sanity. Wait... not real world, not real woman.
I reclaimed the bedside gold. Eh, sorry—left one as souvenir.
Carried her to the tub, washed her. Unconscious, she didn't stir. Back to bed, tied arms gently—no pain. Can't have her attacking while I sleep.
Healed her. She twitched but stayed out. Breathing steady—sleeping.
Me too. Not tired despite the marathon. Like my real self. Or maybe reality's me is orc-like now? Superhuman stamina, endless vigor.
That thought jolted me. Turning orc? Durian, monster, pervert, now orc... Shook it off, slept.
Morning: she huddled in bed corner, glaring darkly.
"Sleep well?"
"Hiik!" Eye contact—terror, she recoiled.
Thud! Forgot bed's edge. Tsk tsk.
Up, looked down. Nowhere to hide, she dodged my gaze desperately.
Hm... Mental trauma heal excludes current fear?
"No touching today. Relax."
"R... really?" Crawling voice.
"Yeah. Breakfast first."
Plated cold roasted meat from tent corner, handed it. Elpina peeked warily, took it.
But... damn. Overnight, her fire died. Women need some venom for flavor.
Whatever. Today's got its own woman.
Huh? Bedside coin gone. And her fist clenched tight.
Hmm... Past intriguing.
"Temir Bas."
Exiting tent, orcs clustered, greeting. Few friendly ones—my faction, apparently.
"Epic last night. Temir Bas!" One flashed middle finger. Others followed.
"What's that mean?" Couldn't resist asking.
"Huh? Obvious— this." He slapped his crotch, laughing.
"No one tops Temir Bas."
Got it: middle finger means epic dick.