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Jenakka managed to keep Adam busy for quite some time.

It had been daylight when they began their roll in the sheets. Now, Jen could see the dark night sky through Adam's dorm room window. Jenakka couldn't help but feel a measure of pride. Not just in herself, but in Adam as well. He had managed to keep pace with her through the whole dance, not once faltering like humans were said to.

She knew she had picked the right man.

The bed, of course, was a mess. Sheets tangled and pillows tossed aside, Jenakka had nowhere to rest her head but on Adam's bare chest. She could hear her lover's heart beating, pumping that strong human blood to the rest of his body. His very firm and wonderfully built body.

Jenakka drew her hand across his flat stomach, feeling the pleasant warmth of his skin and tracing the lines of his muscles with her fingers. She had spent many long nights becoming familiar with Adam's body, testing his measure as a man. Not once had he fallen short of G'Kalis standards. The blood of Casteman delighted the she-orc with his vigor and stamina. And he would delight the rest of her clan as well.

"Did you win?" Jenakka asked, breaking the silence.

"Win what?" Adam asked in turn. She could feel his arm lazily curl tighter around her waist, drawing her closer to him. Instinctively, Jenakka snuggled into his embrace.

"The sparring match against Damon." Jenakka drummed her fingers softly against Adam's belly. "Did you win?"

"I did." Adam answered. She could tell from his voice that he was smiling. And she smiled too.

Jenakka was pleased. Not only was her lover strong and healthy, he was also a talented warrior, trained with sword and shield in the tradition of his house. Adam was a well-learned young man and it was clear that he placed great value in his heritage. Everything he did, everything he said, it all proved to Jenakka that she made the right choice in selecting him.

There was no better man to bring home to her family. Adam Casterman was exceptional. And he was hers. The thought sent something stirring within Jenakka, a fire beginning to blaze in the pit of her belly. Gods, she wanted to have him again.

She shifted on the bed, rolling her body so that she straddled him again. Once more, Jenakka sat upon her favorite mount. She planted her hands on his chest, her fingers running through his dark brown chest hair. Her green digits were a shock against his pale skin.

"That's good to hear." Jenakka hummed, feeling Adam's manhood stir and brush against the swells of her ass. Doubtless he could feel how warm and wet she was between her legs. The thought of Adam defeating his opponent through strength and skill had the she-orc's blood up, almost boiling in her veins.

"I'll say." Adam chuckled beneath her, his hands running slowly up her thighs to take hold of her at the waist. Jenakka's heart raced faster as she felt his fingers sink into her soft flesh. The human gave a satisfied grin, looking quite pleased with his position. "You really like that, don't you?"

"You're strong, Adam. I knew it the moment I saw you." Jenakka sighed, rolling her hips slowly, stroking herself upon his groin. She could feel his cock swelling with his blood and lust and primal need. It only spurred her on. She moaned, low and sweet. "And I love it when you prove me right."

"Strong, huh?" Adam wore the devil's own smile then. He gripped her by the waist and an instant later Jenakka was flat on her back. Her human stared down at her with hungry eyes. "You like a strong man?"

Jenakka wiggled under him, putting up a token resistance. It was a game that countless orc women played with their men, a test of their power and their restraint. Adam's hold over her body was firm, strong. That pleased her. She broke into a fit of delighted laughter.

"I would never have chosen a weak man." Jenakka tittered. Soon her laughter settled and she stared up at the lean mass of muscle that loomed over her. It wasn't just Adam's body that drove her wild, but also his fresh, youthful face. "You're more than just strong, Adam. You're smart. And handsome."

Handsome, Adam was indeed. But not in the way orcish men were. Smooth, pale skin and wavy brown hair were not traits seen in orcish men. But to Jenakka, they had a certain appeal. There was an air of exoticism to this son of Casterman.

Adam leaned down and kissed her then. His lips were soft and eager. Jenakka accepted him with heat and fervor.

"My good looks. Can't forget that part." He murmured as he broke the kiss.

Jenakka felt it then, the thick length of half-hard flesh brushing between her legs. She had already thoroughly enjoyed the pleasures that member had brought her, but it seemed her boyfriend and his cock were not so easily sated.

"Speaking of parts…" Jenakka purred, feeling a pleasant rush of heat through her body as Adam's manhood slid against her aching sex. The she-orc moaned, rolling her hips into Adam's groin. "You're a very gifted man, Casterman. It's in the blood, yes? Strength flows through the veins of you Stakari men."

She wasn't simply praising him. Showering compliments and sweet words onto a mate for its own sake was not the orcish way. No, Jenakka was goading him. Whenever an orc woman pointed out strength in a man, he was supposed to display it in turn to prove her right. Adam, the smart young man that he was, figured out that bit of orcish culture early on. It was just another sign that Adam was a most optimal prospect.

Jenakka's words spurred the human lad on. With a grunt, the young man had his length sheathed inside her sex for the umpteenth time that evening. And the she-orc gave a shriek, her tight cunt split apart by her lover's thick cock. He filled her so completely, the discomfort brought by his size and thickness smothered by the white hot bliss. Jenakka shuddered, quivering around Adam's length. He was deep inside, skewering her with his cock. And it was perfect.

"Gods above, Jen…" Adam rasped breathlessly, pressing his forehead to hers. Jenakka clung to her human, her hands clasping onto his back and her thighs locking onto his waist. She gave a pitiful whine, trying to draw him even deeper inside her cunt. "You're bloody insatiable tonight!"

Jenakka wrapped her legs around him then, her ankles locking together above his ass. Her human wasn't going anywhere until she felt the pleasure of him spilling inside her again.

"Show me your strength, Adam!" The she-orc demanded of him. Her hands rose from his back to his head, her fingers raking through his dark brown hair. She stared right into her lover's gorgeous blue eyes. "Show me how a Stakari man treats his woman!"

And so Adam showed her his strength. Taking a firm hold of her hips, her lover pulled back some… And then thrust back into her sopping wet sex. Again, he struck deep. Jenakka cried out, her fingers curling tight in Adam's hair. The human didn't give her a chance to recover as he began working himself into her body, piercing deep into her hot, molten core with quick relentless thrusts.

Adam was not gentle. And Jenakka loved it, loved him. He wasn't simply making love to her, he was fucking her. Taking her. He filled her, stretched her, skewered her upon that long, hard spear that hung between his legs. The blazing ecstasy it brought with every plunge into her depths left the she-orc breathless and seeing stars. Every one of her nerves was alight, burning in that blissful inferno.

As Jenakka moaned and wailed and shrieked under the human's tireless siege upon her body, she could feel the man's hot breath on her face. He loomed above her as he claimed dominion over her dripping cunt, staring down at her with wild, fiery eyes. Berserker eyes they were, burning with savage lust and need. Adam looked more beast than man at that moment. It pleased Jenakka greatly.

'I did that', she boasted in her mind. 'I drove him into a wild rut. I'd like to see some dainty elf bitch do the same.'

Jenakka found her end quickly after that, tightening around Adam's cock as euphoria rolled over and through her body. The delectable heat of her climax bloomed in the pit of her belly, spreading like wildfire to every nerve, all the way down to her fingertips.

Adam followed her over the edge. She felt him seize up in her arms, his thrusts turning short and desperate as he rode out his own blissful end. He grunted, low and beastly, and she felt his cock twitch and pulse inside her, spilling hot seed into her depths.

Jenakka moaned, feeling the heat pool deep inside. Adam shuddered above her, within her, groaning. He held their bodies flush together, spent and drained. His thick arms finally gave out and he fell upon her. She caught him with a pleased hum, drawing him into a warm, soft embrace. The she-orc pressed a small kiss to his head, lovingly stroking his hair.

"Wow…" Adam breathed out after a long moment. Jenakka made a sound of agreement, pressing more gentle kisses to his neck and shoulder. "That's… the second workout I've had today."

Jenakka gave a tired smile, her other hand tracing circles upon Adam's smooth, muscled back. She held him close, enjoying the heat and the protection his larger mass offered. The strength of his blood, the firmness of his body, the softness of his skin. It all belonged to her.

"That's high praise to give to an orc." Jenakka said, her voice low and weary. It was to be expected. "If a roll in the sheets doesn't make you break a sweat… Then you didn't do it right. Or so my clan-sister told me."

"Ha." Adam lifted himself just enough so that he could look her in the eyes. Gone were the eyes filled with crazed lust. The sweet pools of bright blue had returned. Adam gave her a warm smile. "Your sister sounds like a wise woman."

Adam gave her a quick kiss before finally pulling himself free from her arms. As Jenakka felt his warmth leave her, she gave a sound that was equal parts real and mock disappointment. When his half-hard cock slipped from her well-fucked cunt, the she-orc felt an emptiness. She knew the feeling would persist until the next time she'd drag her human to bed.

"'Wise' isn't the word I'd use. But she had her moments." Jenakka told him as he flopped onto his back beside her. She looked over and took in his face, the bright eyes, the strong jaw, those full lips. So unlike an orc, but still very much a man.

"Are you ever going to introduce me?" Adam asked. He stared up at the ceiling, breathing deeply. Jenakka's eyes fell to his glistening chest, watching the broad swath of muscle rise and fall.

"One day." She said to him, rolling onto her side. She reached out and ghosted her hand down his body, her fingers sliding across his chest, his belly. "I'll take you back home to meet them."

"And they won't have a problem with you dating a human?" Adam turned to face her then, wearing a wry grin. But his eyes didn't share his humor. They were hard now, expecting an answer. And it sent Jenakka's heart fluttering like some lovesick princess.

Jenakka drew herself closer to Adam, pressing her body into his side. She rested her chin on his shoulder, looking him right in the eyes so that he could see the sincerity of her words.

"You're perfect for me, Adam." The she-orc said to the human noble. She spoke with certainty, with iron conviction. "And my clan will come to see you the way I do."

Adam pressed his lips into a line, huffing air through his nose. Then he gave a short, content nod. Jenakka planted a kiss on his chest before laying her head there, smiling.

"Get some sleep, love." Jenakka told him, listening again to the beating of his heart. "You'll need your strength tomorrow. When we continue our celebrations…"

"As you say, Lady Jen." He answered, chuckling softly.

Jenakka always thought it was cute when Adam used human titles on her. But tonight she found the moniker particularly pleasing. Humans and elves used pet names for their loved ones all the time, but Jenakka knew this one was special. It was hers. And it showed that Adam honored and valued her enough to ascribe a noble title to her name. It meant he saw her as more than just an exotic fling. It meant that he was serious about her. As serious as she was about him.

'Lady Jen.'

Jenakka smiled as it echoed in her mind. She quite liked the sound of that.

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Some time later, Adam had fallen asleep. But Jenakka remained awake.

She watched her human noble slumber peacefully, feeling some pride at driving him to the point of exhaustion. Bringing pleasure to an orc woman is no small task, Jenakka thought deviously.

The she-orc carefully untangled herself from Adam's arms, rising from the bed slowly as not to wake him. She slinked over to her pile of clothes on the floor and began to dig through them. She fished out her cellphone, flipping it open.

Quickly, she typed out a message.

'Status update. Candidate continues to impress. His strength, stamina, and martial prowess have surpassed all expectations. Possesses a keen mind as well. Deep knowledge of his kingdom's history. Respectful and sympathetic to orcish customs.'

Jenakka paused. She spared a glance towards Adam's naked, slumbering form. It did not please her to keep the truth from him. Nor did it please her to describe him so clinically and coldly. But it was necessary. She could spend hours singing his praises, boasting of how wonderful and strong her man was. But she just didn't have that kind of time. Her clan didn't have that kind of time.

Jenakka finished the message.

'As prospective clan chieftain? Beyond ideal.'

The clan scholar of Clan G'Kalis gave a soft sigh and hit 'send'.