The solstice arrived, and Titus woke up to Alise climbing on top of him and sinking down onto his morning wood. It was a fun way to wake up, but not really his favorite as the reason for his morning wood, a full bladder, rarely let him finish. Her bouncing up and down on his cock often made things worse, forcing him to end things early and dart for the toilet.
Today was no different, and after a few minutes, he hurriedly shooed her off him and ran out of the bedroom. After relieving himself, he threw a couple of pieces of wood on the coals in the fireplace and cast a weak, long-burning fire spell perfect for starting wood fires. By the time he finished, the chill that had crept into the house's air overnight had him rubbing his arms to warm back up as he hurried to the bedroom and some clothes to warm himself.
Titus opened the bedroom door and noted the faint shimmer of magic before stepping inside. The room was much warmer than the surrounding house.
"Magic Shelter and some intense handheld fires," Alise explained in response to his questioning look as she stretched out like a cat on the bed. "I wanted to stay naked for a little longer."
"I won't complain," he said, walking over to the bed and running a finger from her ankle up to the crease of her leg, then gently inched his way closer to her sex until she giggled and pushed his hand away.
"That tickles!"
His hand dove in again, but this time pressed firmly against the lips of her pussy. "Still tickle?"
Alise let out a long, happy sigh as she relaxed into her pillow. "Nope."
"What's the plan for today?" he asked, moving his hand in small circles.
Her eyes widened, and her lip curled into a devilish grin. "The solstice is the last day of the year, and it's customary to give your loved one a gift. I know what I'm giving you, but you will have to wait until tonight to get it. Adding to the challenge, neither of us can have any release until you receive your gift."
"Neither? Well then, I guess I should--" Titus began pulling his hand away, but Alise grabbed his wrist and pressed it against her sex.
"I said we couldn't get release, not that we couldn't touch each other. In fact, I want you to touch me, kiss me, and make love to me. I want you to keep me so excited I give in and give you your gift early."
"But you can't cum?"
She shook her head. "And neither can you, or we wait until tomorrow tonight."
Titus grinned. "Alright, I'll play your game." With those words, he leaned over and kissed her soundly. His tongue darted into her mouth and twisted around hers as the fingers resting on her sex began massaging her folds and dipping into her wetness, only to bring the slick fluids up to her clit. Alise's back arched at the sudden assault, and she moaned loudly into his mouth when he started teasing her pearl. Titus moved down to nibble and bite at the woman's neck. Without his mouth to muffle her moans, they gained volume as he began quickly sliding his fingers between her opening and her clit, occasionally staying there for a few moments to play with her button before going back for more of her natural lubricant.
Alise's back arched again when he sucked on her neck with all the force he could muster. "Yesss," she hissed, "mark me as your woman." Titus kissed and licked the dark spot he left behind before dropping down to her breasts. The pig-girl squealed as his mouth descended on her nipple after a few kisses on the surrounding soft flesh. He drew the areola into his mouth and lightly worried the sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth while swirling his tongue around the stiff nipple. After a few seconds, he switched to the other side and gave it a similar treatment as his fingers continued to work their magic on her sex.
The pig-girl's breathing became ragged, and her moans got louder and more numerous until she grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away from her sex. Titus froze midway through kissing down her belly. His obvious intention had been to enjoy a little 'breakfast in bed' by feasting on the woman's pussy. But it looked like he wasn't going to get the chance as she lay there letting out little half-sobbing moans of frustration as she willed herself to not climax.
A minute later, her eyes opened and locked onto him with a look filled with promises of revenge. "I'm not the only one who's going to suffer," she growled. Grabbing him by the cock she used it as leverage to pull herself to the side of the bed before roughly sucking him into her waiting mouth. Titus groaned as the head of his prick passed through her pursed lips, and Alise's tongue began swirling around the head. This was going to be an interesting day.
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Alise dumped all of the outside chores on Titus so she wouldn't have to wear her leggings. He attempted to make her regret it by coming in from outside, pinning her to the wall with his body, and reaching beneath her dress to cup her bare sex with his near-freezing fingers. He silenced her shrieks from his frozen touch by covering her mouth with his, but that didn't stop her from trying to pull his hand away with her own and beating on his shoulder with the other.
Titus pulled his hand away and dropped to one knee as Alise panted from the sudden assault. But he wasn't done. Grabbing the hem of her dress, he flipped it over his head and pressed his face between her legs. She shrieked again from his cold cheeks sliding across the insides of her thighs, but her breath caught in her throat when Titus dragged his warm tongue through the chilled folds of her sex. He only managed a few licks from as far back as the angle would allow all the way up to her clit when she began struggling in earnest to get away. This wasn't the half-hearted pounding on his shoulder from a few moments ago but a genuine attempt to escape, and he reluctantly let her go.
"You..." she hissed, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Are going to do that again. But. Not. Today." Her hand dropped to her crotch, and a small moan escaped her lips as she pressed her dress's fabric to her sex. "We aren't supposed to finish until tonight."
"Didn't you say I was supposed to try to get my gift early?"
She opened her mouth to refute him before remembering that she had said something to that effect. "But you aren't supposed to make me climax," she reminded him with a glare.
"How was I supposed to know a little hot on cold would set you off like that?"
"Don't remind me," she whined, pressing harder against her crotch, "I'm still tingling from it."
The teasing between them continued throughout the day, but Alise never got her momentum back after the hot and cold incident and always seemed to be on the defensive, even if she was the one who started it. By supper, they were both nearly vibrating with frustration neither of them had felt since Titus cast the fireball.
As they relaxed in front of the stoked fire after their meal, Alise moved her chair in front of his and brought her sock-covered foot up to Titus's crotch. Alise's feet were probably one of the strangest things about her physiology. High orcs had feet like normal humans, but low orcs were different. Alise had two very large toes that came to a point in the center and two much smaller toes on either side of her foot, slightly back from the big ones. There was no fifth toe to be seen. Her feet were shorter than a normal human's of her size, and she tended to walk and stand on those two large toes instead of walking heel-to-toe like him.
Titus set his tea on the table beside his chair and laid his head back as her foot began rubbing his prick through his pants. He had never received a footjob in his past life but had to assume it was only remotely similar to the feel of her toes gripping him from either side as the valley between them teased the underside of his cock.
"You know, we've been edging all day in anticipation of your gift," he raised his head. "But I don't have anything to give you for the solstice."
"Don't worry about that," she rubbed her foot along his length before slipping lower and gently rubbing his balls. "You'll be giving me a gift."
"But you can get that gift any time you want."
"Mmmm. Maybe," she said, returning to stroking his cock. Titus moved her foot away and began massaging her leg. It was the pig-girl's turn to moan and lay her head back with her eyes closed. She propped her other leg up in his lap and sighed, "That feels wonderful."
Alise's sighs joined the crackling of the fire as Tutus worked his fingers into the soft flesh of her calf and rubbed her feet through the socks. It wasn't long before he noticed the familiar smell of her arousal filling the air. The scent grew steadily stronger until she set her teacup to the side and stood up.
"I'm done waiting," she said, her voice a sultry purr. Her eyes flicked to his mostly untouched tea. "Finish your tea, then join me in the bedroom. Don't hurry, I need time to prepare." Alise leaned forward and gave him a searing kiss, but as she pulled away, she brought two of her fingers to his mouth. Titus groaned as he tasted her juices when she slipped them between his lips. By the time he was done cleaning the invading digits, Alise's face had flushed, and she was nearly panting.
"You expect me to not slurp my tea down and follow you?" he asked.
The pig girl took a moment to collect herself before answering. "I do. I need to prepare, and this will take time. Finish your tea first." With another peck on the lips, she disappeared back towards the bedroom.
It took all of Titus's willpower, but he drank the rest of his tea at a reasonable, if quick, pace. Like that morning, the bedroom was warm when he found Alise lying naked on the far side of the bed, leaving enough room for him to lie beside her.
"Strip," she commanded, "but slowly. I want to enjoy the show."
"And I thought I was the one supposed to be asking for a striptease," he chuckled while starting to disrobe.
"Striptease? I like the sound of that. How do you do a striptease?"
"For guys? I'm not sure," he said, pulling his shirt over his head.
