Alone, in complete dark, and entirely covered in sweat, Vel couldn’t do anything but listen.
Anything but listen, and picture what was going on the other side of the tent.
Even when she tried not to, when she tried to focus on something else, anything else, the moans and gasps forced her to start imagining it again.
Her arms, face, thighs, and breasts were soaked in sweat, while her inner thighs were soaked by a different kind of fluid, which was slathered and spread by her involuntary leg movements.
There was only so much resistance that Vel had in her, only so much time she could spend rubbing her legs and knees together, before she surrendered and accepted that it wasn’t enough.
Her arms tensed and pulled, but there was no tearing the rope keeping them behind her back and on either side of the pole.
"Fuck..." The female Ogre cursed . "I need to... I need something to..."
But there wasn’t anything. Anything for her to use. Anything for her to ride.
There wasn’t anything she could use to scratch the itch that Jason had left, and created.
A loud and final moan resonated from the other side of the tent, and Vel gritted her teeth.
There was no undoing what Jason had done. All she could do was wait for it to pass, no matter how frustrating and painful it was.
"Thankfully..." Vel whispered through her pants. "They’re done, so..."
Unfortunately, they were not done.
Camelia had been brought to a climax, but it wouldn’t be the only one of the night, and Vel was quickly made to realize this.
The female Ogre’s eyes opened wide, and her skin shivered as she heard Camelia repeatedly tell him that she was too sensitive, that she needed some time, that...
Her face twisted and contorted as she heard the Catgirl moan and gasp again.
"Fuck..." Vel cursed again, this time in a voice so weak and shaky it seemed like she was about to cry. "Fuck you...!" She shouted, her body and crotch reacting to them instantly.
The female Ogre’s legs twitched, and she pushed against the pole behind her with all her strength.
It didn’t move by an inch. It didn’t budge.
Still, Vel continued pushing against it.
"Hmmm...!" She bit on her lip to muffle a moan.
The cold metallic pole... Didn’t feel so bad against her sweaty, burning skin.
"Aaahhh!" Vel moaned in unison with Camelia as the pole sank deeper against her skin. "I need to..." Her legs crossed and uncrossed while her feet tapped the ground wildly. "I need... Something... Something more...!"
Following those words, the female Ogre’s body started moving on its own.
Her legs, which previously flailed around, focused at once, and her shoulders twisted so that the hands previously bound behind her back were now above her head.
Vel closed her eyes and gasped as the cold pole caressed different parts of her back as she twisted around. She even moaned when it came into contact with the side of her neck.
Before the female Ogre knew it, she was crouching with her hands bound behind and above her head, shaking and grinding her ass against the pole.
Vel never thought that she would act this way in her whole life, let alone enjoy it as much as she was... But her body was burning up far too intensely for her to care.
She ground against pole, arched her back, and closed her eyes.
The unmoving, cold, metallic pole wasn’t what she wanted. What Vel really wanted was hot, steaming hot. It was throbbing, pulsating, pounding... And capable of pounding her.
Still, it was all she had, so Vel was forced to settle for grinding against the pole like an animal in heat.
But even that wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Far from enough.
No matter how much she twisted and contorted, she couldn’t get the pole to reach it. To reach the itching spot that needed to be touched.
Camelia’s moans and Jason’s grunts were like fuel added to the fire burning inside of her, and Vel’s body decided by itself to change positions.
The hands that had moved to be above her head returned to being behind her back.
Her ass went back on the ground.
"Oh, yes..." Vel whispered with a shiver.
They had left her seated with her legs straight in front of her, but the female Ogre couldn’t do anything that way.
Her legs momentarily formed a W, before moving further backward.
"Yes...!" She moaned in anticipation as her upper body moved forward.
At once, her right cheek reached the ground while her legs went around the pole.
Unfortunately, the rope made it so she couldn’t lie down completely, but it was enough.
Her stomach was against the ground, her shoulders were pulled back and in the air, the hands were bound to the pole, and her legs were each on different sides of the pole.
The position was a struggle to maintain due to the rope locked around the pole pulling on her arms and shoulders, but it was way better than the burning, aching itch.
Vel gulped.
Now, with the pole between her legs, she could finally...
The moment of hesitation was broken by Camelia’s gasp, shouting that she was about to cum.
Vel gritted her teeth. Her toes pushed against the ground, and her hips lifted.
The female Ogre breathed heavily, thought about how shameful and pathetic her current situation and position were, then started moving backward, separated by the pole by less than two inches.
"Aahaaamm...!" Vel muffled her moan by burying her face into the ground as her wet, naked pussy came into contact with the cold pole in a modified Jack-o pose.
She pulled on the rope further to press against the pole more thoroughly, and to raise her face off the ground.
"Aaahhh... It’s so... It’s too cold...!" Vel complained through gritted teeth, but didn’t move back or away from the pole.
"Aaahh!" Camelia moaned, and the female Ogre moved her hips backward.
"Oh, yeah..." Jason groaned, and Vel moved her hips forward.
It only took a moment for the timing of her hip movements to match those of Camelia, and a moment more for their gasps and moans to synchronise.
"Yes... Yes...!" Vel gasped repeatedly, instantly easier to imagine Jason behind her. "I... I’m going to...!"
Instead of the pole, it was his cock she was grinding against. Instead of the rope around her wrists, it was his hands keeping her in place.
"Aaahhh! Aaaaahhh! Aaaaaaahhhhh!"
The female Ogre moaned aggressively and, as the pole came into contact with her clit,
"Aaaahhhhhh!!!"
Waves of pleasure immediately assaulted her entire body, leading to her legs quivering terribly, her toes slipping on the ground, her forehead crashing against the ground, and a stream of fluids shooting out of her pussy, wetting the ground and the pole alike.
"Ah... Ahh..." The panting Vel quivered and shivered, just like the panting Camelia on the other side of the tent. "That was... That was..."
Pleasure Vel never thought she would feel crashed into her, and kept crashing into her as she trembled, until...