<6> Kel needed no further convincing. His mind was blurry with pleasure as he kissed Margaret one last time, then suddenly threw his entire body forward to splash the both of them beneath the crashing waves. The oceanfront of Tanaris had not yet been tainted by goblin pollution, leaving the waters crystal clear, and allowing Kel to lock his gaze with Margaret's as he pushed her tight to the stone-strewn ground below. A quick shift of his hips was all it took to line his cock up, and a powerful thrust plunged every vein-ridden inch between the forsaken's legs, burying himself to the hilt. His mouth opened as a stream of bubbles escaped to the surface, only to fall into a fierce series of desperate, lustful thrusts. Margaret willfully and happily submitted to the powerful Kel. From the moment he'd rescued her, she was certain he was capable of much more than the respectful orc had let on. Now, she was getting to experience it firsthand as she watched him ravage her wonderfully tight pussy beneath the sea. Her hands left his neck to hold herself to the ground below, her legs spread impossibly wide as thrust after thrust bounced her against the rocks. There was no pain, no discomfort, no need to breathe... only steadily growing, warm, beautiful ecstasy. The Mag'har's lungs quickly began to scream at him, but the sensations of Margaret's gripping quim were difficult to draw back from. With little other choice, Kel shot his head above the waves to gulp in a deep breath of air, and he quickly realized that he could still thrust his cock in and out of her with ease despite his head being above water. The forsaken woman threw her head back and moaned as loud as she possibly could, but only the ocean absorbed the show of sheer delight. Her fingers dug into the ground all the harder as Kel's head disappeared topside, and as his body straightened, Margaret watched her ass get pulled higher and higher until she was practically upside down beneath the water. The flexible forsaken drew her knees to either side of her wobbling yabbos as Kel took a firm hold of her ankles, only to begin furiously pumping straight down into her with renewed fervor. Every plunge into Margaret's depths was another crack in the dam that held back the orc's true desire. His bestial grunts rang out into the open ocean as he slammed his hips down hard against Margaret again and again, filling the submerged woman's stretched nethers again and again in rapid succession. His previous orgasms had only been a tease to lead up to this moment. [i]Everything[/i] about the beautiful forsaken -her front lumps, her two-ton booty, her piercing eyes, her plush lips, her smile, her melodious, otherworldly voice- all of it sent the Mag'har into a rapid spiral of lust, desire, and affection for spunky Margaret. His heavy balls smacked sharply through the water against her ass each time he plunged into her, and he wasn't about to stop until he absolutely couldn't take it anymore. More and more moans fled to the waves as Margaret tried as best as she could to brace herself. Kel's ferocity was everything she could've hoped for and more, and the unleashed strength in his thrusts was creating an imprint of her head and shoulders into the sea floor beneath her. Her gargantuan gazongas bounced wildly through the water each time he slammed into her body, so much so that she had to take care not to smother herself with them in her lustful haze. Even amid the swirling water and the relentless thrusts, Margaret's mind blurred more and more into the throes of ecstasy, until without warning her body began to quake and spasm beneath him wildly and unrestrained. Her glowing eyes rolled into the back of her head as a gut-wrenching climax ripped through her lithe form, sending her quim into a series of rapid spasms that only Kel's plunging cock could feel. And feel them he did. Kel's breathing grew shallow as he, too, lost his battle against the oncoming tide of pleasure. His chest puffed out as he took in a deep inhale before diving his head back below the water, watching as Margaret writhed and clawed at the dirt through her powerful orgasm. She truly was a strangely beautiful sight to behold, and it took all of Kel's willpower to maintain his held breath as his knees buckled beneath him. A final thrust buried him to the hilt between her legs, and his own body shook in rhythm with Margaret's as his cock erupted for the third time that afternoon, flooding the forsaken's barren womb with his thick, heated cum. The warmth of the orc's nectar sent even more pleasurable shivers through Margaret's climax-racked body, and finally her grip gave itself up in her intense pleasure. Her mouth hung open as her body continued to spasm, though without her hold, there was nothing to keep the lightweight forsaken from floating to the surface of the ocean. Her snow-capped mountains were the first to breach, acting much like flotation devices as Margaret's head floated upward as well. Her eyes were yet sightless as her body quaked and spasmed, the last few jolts bringing her plush backside to the surface as well. Kel's cock had done quite the number on her. Her once-tidy nether lips were now gaped open beyond closing, and a steady stream of spent cum spilled onto the surface of the churning ocean to be swept beyond sight. A few moments later, Kel, too, floated to the surface on his back, though he had to consciously move to bring himself next to Margaret. His hand weakly floated out to brush against hers, and the forsaken had just enough sense to cling to his hand in return. The two of them floated amid the shifting waves for what seemed like an eternity, the waves of the ocean and waves of pleasure blending together in an endless, seamless push and pull over their bodies. At long last, Margaret's eyes opened to look up at the dimming blue sky, then slowly over to one side to smile lovingly at the spent Kel. "So... that was...." "... something I had never even imagined I'd do," Kel murmured softly. "And something far more satisfying than I can begin to say." The mage's lips curled into a smile as she slowly rolled her radically-proportioned body onto one side to squish the orc's arm between her chest puddles, inherently assisting him in remaining afloat. "Mmmmh... I've never met an orc who speaks with such pretty words," she cooed, burying her face into his muscular chest. "Nor an orc who could fuck me back into the afterlife." Kel chuckled as one of his floating legs intertwined with hers, thankful for the added lift. "I'd never met such a kind and beautiful forsaken myself. Nor one with tits literally bigger than my head." Once again, her gaze turned sincere. "You [i]really[/i] like them?" "I [i]love[/i] them," he assured her without hesitation. "And so much more beyond that." Margaret happily clung to him all the more amid the peaceful waves, the two of them staring up into the sky as idle, pleasant chatter filled in the silence. Time became meaningless in each other's arms, and it wasn't until the sun neared the Western horizon that both of them felt some slight pruning upon their fingertips. "Well," Margaret purred. "I suppose we should be adults for a little while. Will... will I see you again?" "That depends," Kel started, causing a fleeting look of sadness to cross Margaret's face. "I have no doubt my colleagues abandoned me today. It wouldn't really be seeing me [i]again[/i] if I just... stuck around, right?" The forsaken's glowing eyes seemed to light up even brighter. "Fair point. Alright, big guy, you're bunking with me tonight." Kel smiled warmly at Margaret as the two shared a tender kiss, the both of them uprighting themselves in the water... only to realize that there no longer was land in sight in any direction. "Uh... 'bunk' may not be the proper term." Margaret scanned the horizon blankly and shrugged her slender shoulders. "Could be. Looks like a waterbed to me tonight."