<5> Intrigue flooded Kel's mind. "Won't your salve wash away?" "Is Sylvanas morally gray?" she retorted with a laugh and slunk her lanky legs out from beneath the straddling orc. "It's enchanted, silly. It'll last me a good week before I need more." Somehow, Margaret's movements seemed ever graceful as Kel watched her rise back to her feet, set aside her hat and sunglasses, and begin to slowly walk toward the water completely nude. "I think it's time you earned your just reward for that valiant rescue." Kel raised an eyebrow as his gaze affixed to her wobbling ass, but this time he quickly caught up to Margaret... albeit he stayed a step or two behind her to keep his view. "Well, you [i]did[/i] give me two orgasms. Perhaps that should be plenty-" She was already shaking her head before he could finish. "Those were magically-induced, hon. They might've felt good, but they pale in comparison to the real thing. Why do you think you're still hard?" she prodded and reached out to give his throbbing erection a playful flick, her yellow eyes looking it over as it bounced from her touch. "No... this is much more special than that. Something only someone who's been through death and back is capable of." The sea water was unexpectedly cooling compared to the hot, summery beach weather, and each subsequent step felt better than the last as the couple slid into the sea. Kel even dared to reach out for Margaret's hand, who gladly squeezed his tight as the water level rose higher and higher, and she did not stop until the water level hovered just beneath her heavily-sloshing sweater puppies. Her free hand moved to lace her fingers with his as she faced him directly, and her ever-coy smile suddenly seemed to turn... dark. "I trust you," Kel rumbled gently, even if they'd only known each other for an hour or two. Without a word, Margaret's hands released Kel's, and upper body dropped below the ocean waves in the blink of an eye. Kel went wide-eyed, and was about to open his mouth to call for her when he felt her slender fingers slip around the back of his muscular thighs. Margaret floated easily beneath the water, her yellow-eyed gaze fixated upon that delicious, throbbing cock that she'd only gotten a meager taste of before. Her mouth opened and her lengthy tongue slipped out to wrap completely around the base of Kel's cockhead. In one fell swoop, Margaret pulled herself forward to plunge his entire length straight down her tight, pulsing throat. "Nnnngh!" Kel groaned, suddenly alight with pleasure all over again. Her ass and shirt saboteurs had been marvelous to behold in their own right, but indeed it seemed that the potion had somewhat... watered down his chance to experience them fully. Margaret's throat and tongue, however, sent shocks and ripples of powerful arousal through his cock and all the way from head to toe, each lick and pulse more intense than the last. With little else to do, Kel's hands shot below the water to grab a gentle handful of her ponytail, while the other reached even lower to grasp at one of her half-floating twin peaks and squeeze it furiously in delight. Margaret's moans were drowned out by the ocean waves, but each hum sent even more stimulation along Kel's delicious length. Her lips spread wide around the base of his cock as she held herself there with ease, while her delicate fingers dared to let go of his thighs in order to skillfully fondle and knead his sizable balls. Her gaze drifted all the way up his chest to try and see how he was reacting, but she knew well enough from his quakes and jerks that he was doing just fine. And then she started to actually swallow. All at once, everything became clear to the pleasure-racked Kel. Margaret's state of undeath had completely eliminated her need to breathe, and, apparently, her ability to gag. Beneath the waves, the forsaken began to draw back inch by inch, stopping just before his cockhead was about to leave her lips, then pushed herself right back onto him as hard as she could. The water resistance, however, did not serve her well, and it ended up being just another steady encroachment over the length of his cock. The emboldened Kel, however, had other plans. The hand that held her hair suddenly tightened, and as she started to pull herself back, the orc's fierce grip tugged hard, jerking her nearly off his cock much, much quicker than she'd been able to manage on her own. Before she could react, Kel let out a grunt loud enough for even her to hear, and in the blink of an eye her lips were spread right back against the base of his cock... and she couldn't hide her trill of excitement as it rippled down every vein of his lengthy orchood. In the span of a few moments, Margaret gladly gave herself to the orc's will as he started to fiercely jerk her head back and forth along his cock, turning the forsaken into his personal, oceanic fucktoy. The true pleasure of potion-less stimulation had awakened the Mag'har's true ferocity, and the modest orc had been overwhelmed by his natural instinct to mate. Back and forth and back and forth he jerked her, and all the while her fingertips clawed in delight at his legs and abdomen, or wherever she could manage to reach when she was close to him. Without the need to breathe, Margaret happily remained in this vigorous rhythm for several long minutes... but just when it felt like he was tensing up to finish, Kel yanked her completely off of him and pulled her head above water to look her in the eye. The orc's eyes were wide, frenzied, struggling not to flit down to her low-swinging sweet chariots. "S-sorry," he gasped, clearly having a hard time catching his breath. Margaret's slender hands shot out to catch the orc by the face and pull him into a hungry, desperate kiss, her legs wrapping tight around his waist as she threw her arms around his shoulders. There was nothing deathly whatsoever about the taste of wild berries that flooded Kel's lips and nose, and in return he happily fell into the kiss. His grip released upon her hair and breast to clap both hands upon her ass, holding her tight to him as her lengthy tongue intertwined with his own. Kel's need to breathe, however, eventually forced him to break their kiss, allowing Margaret to try and compose her decomposed self momentarily. Her half-lidded eyes were framed with wet, disheveled black hair, her ponytail having been let loose by the fearsome orc. "Don't you dare be sorry," she moaned bruskly as she bore her hips against his abdomen. "You can't hurt me, Kelkondin'dunak. Fuck me with all the ferocity of your kind, and don't you fucking stop until I've milked every last... fucking... drop from that fat cock of yours."