Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
TRACY
F enrik was a drug that I wanted more of. I sat limply in his lap, boneless from the orgasm that just rocked my world. I had no idea that this is what intimacy could be like. As he continued to kiss down my neck, I realized that I’d finished and he hadn’t. I reached down between us to stroke his still-hard cock.
“Hey, hey, we don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready,” he said softly.
“You just gave me what I believe was my first orgasm with a partner, and you expect me not to reciprocate?” I looked at him, brow cocked.
“I have no expectations. Seeing you come undone by me was enough. I look forward to doing it many times over.”
“Well. It would please me to see you come undone the way I just did,” I said nervously—I wasn’t used to being so open—but if there was a time to be honest, it was now.
“I would be more than willing to do that.” He run his fingers through my hair. “But seeing you come was enough for me.”
“Can I—would you like it if I sucked your cock?” I asked shyly.
“Is that something that humans do?” He sounded surprised.
“Most definitely. It’s something I am rather fond of, even with history taken into consideration,” I said with a grin.
I imagined with my feelings toward Fenrik it would be even more exciting. I took hold of his cock again, but didn’t stroke him—waiting for permission.
“If it is truly something you want to do, I am open to trying,” he said, looking skeptical.
“I promise. You aren’t pressuring me into anything,” I whispered as I slid down his lap and onto my knees in front of him.
I gripped his cock with both hands. There was no way I could fit the entire thing into my mouth. This would have to be a blowjob and hand job combo. Luckily for me, I was a pro at both.
“Can we pull your pants down a bit more? I want better access.” I peered up at him through my lashes.
Fenrik stood and pulled his pants all the way off, exposing his thick thighs and hairy legs. For the love of God, who ever thought I’d be turned on by leg hair? Fenrik was so… rugged in a way I wasn’t used to. I knelt in front of him as he settled back down on the couch, his giant alien cock at attention.
I gripped his shaft, unsure of what to do with the bulbous protrusion at the base. I took the head of his cock into my mouth while firmly gripping the base with my hand. The taste of his precum was… unexpected. It was slightly sweet, like nothing I’d experienced before. I was only able to draw the head into my mouth while I wished I could detach my jaw and devour him whole.
I dragged my tongue along the length of the underside of his cock, earning me a tortured groan. This. This is what I loved. I continued to stroke him while alternating between licking him like a popsicle and sucking all that I could take. I wanted to see him explode. I thought of all the ways he had provided for me in the past weeks—no questions asked—and was spurred on. I wanted this orc to come like he’d never come before.
I used both hands, one on his shaft, the other massaging his balls, which were covered in silky black hair. Fenrik let out a noise that could only be described as a growl, and I knew I was on the right track. I popped off his cock, breathlessly.
“What is this?” I asked, gripping the bulge near the base of his cock.
“It’s my knot,” he said, breathing hard. “If we fuck it will lock us together to ensure you receive all of my cum into your cunt.”
“Does it feel good when I touch it?” I asked, gripping it tightly.
“Yes—yes, it does. Fuck, Tracy. It is more than I ever thought,” he gasped.
I loved this. Maybe I was inexperienced, but I was the pro when it came to kissing and blowjobs. I was going to give him the blowjob of a lifetime. I sucked and licked and dragged my palm up and down his cock, all earning me earnest groans.
“Tracy, I can’t hold back much longer,” he said, voice ragged.
I paused working him momentarily. “Then come in my mouth.”
He looked at me agog. “Are you sure?”
“Very sure,” I said, resuming licking his cock while massaging his knot and his balls with my hands.
He was holding his breath in a way that I knew combustion was inevitable. I doubled my efforts, dragging my tongue along the sensitive skin underneath his foreskin. Fenrik gasped and moved to put his fingers through my hair but stopped himself.
“You can maneuver me however you’d like. I’d love it,” I said between licks. I had taken to licking him up and then swirling my tongue around the tip like an ice cream cone.
Without a word, he wound my hair in his fingers and pulled me toward him. I happily opened wide and took him as deeply as I could. I groaned with satisfaction so Fenrik would know I was enjoying this almost as much as he was. His cock and his cum tasted marvelous. If this continued, Fenrik would be getting blowjobs daily. I felt him thicken as he reached his peak and sucked him down even harder, all while still tending to his knot and shaft with my hands.
“Tracy—” was all he got out before he exploded in my mouth.
I was used to cum, but this was a lot of cum. I swallowed every bit that I could before releasing him and letting him come across my face. This was, hands down, the best blowjob I had ever given. Being covered in Fenrik’s sticky-sweet cum was almost more than I could handle. It covered my lips and jaw and dripped down onto my chest. Orcs came by the bucketload. Noted.
As Fenrik finished and noticed my cum-covered face, his expression went from ecstasy to mortification.
“Fenrik, it’s fine. I loved it. Get me a cloth, and we’re good to go,” I reassured him.
He ran to the restroom, and I could hear the water running. He brought me a damp washcloth to wipe my face and chest. He was naked, and I was topless, and all I wanted to do was curl up together and bask in our “first time.” He wiped my face and breasts tenderly, cleaning every part of me.
“Just so you know, I will never be upset about being covered in your cum,” I said as he wiped my chin.
He blushed but said nothing as he continued to clean me.
“What now?” I was still on my knees in front of him.
“You go to bed, and I sleep on the couch?” He hesitated. I could almost see the process he was trying to go through to figure out where we went from here.
“No. We’re going to have sex. Very soon. I want you in bed with me, wrapped around my body.”
Fenrik looked pleased but shocked.
“You sleep with me from now on,” I said emphatically. “Can orcs—do you need a resting period before you cum again?”
“No, I can fill you with my cum over and over again.” He had a hungry look on his face.
As marvelous as that sounded, it sent my mind screeching to a halt. “Uh… do you have any way of preventing pregnancy?” One reason I ran was that I wasn’t about to have a baby I didn’t want. As much as I wanted to sleep with Fenrik, the idea of babies terrified me.
“Oh, yes. We do. It’s tea. We’d need to forage for the leaves.” He stood quickly, pulling on his pants and boots and looking out the window. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Wh-What?” I wrung my hands in confusion. Was he leaving now? In the middle of… this?
“Do you want to have sex?” he asked, voice husky.
I just nodded vigorously, eyes wide.
“Well, then I am going to find some leaves so I can make you some damn tea. Get in bed. Do you want me to wake you when I return?” He pulled his tunic and cloak on.
“Yes. Yes, definitely wake me.” I stood, with my dress still scrunched up around my waist.
Fenrik pulled me into him, nuzzling my temple, then kissing down my neck.
“Can you take this off before you get in bed?” He tugged at my dress.
“Mmmm,” I mumbled in agreement, pulling him in for a kiss.
He pulled away and cupped my cheek with his hand. “I will be back as soon as I can.”
And with that, he was off, and I was alone in the cabin, utterly exposed. I headed to the bedroom, yanking my dress off as I walked. The room was pleasantly warm, thanks to the fire that Fenrik always kept crackling for me. I slid into the bed, naked, determined to stay awake until Fenrik returned.
I lay on my side, replaying the events of the evening. We hadn’t even eaten dinner. I found that I didn’t care. I dragged my fingers along the soft bedding and absentmindedly wondered how long it would take to forage for leaves. I hoped not long. The sun was already starting to set.
I smiled to myself at the thought of Fenrik returning to find me naked in our now shared bed, and anxiety reared its ugly head. I had no doubts about sleeping with Fenrik, but unraveling my upbringing wasn’t going to come in a single night.
I calmed, reminding myself that it was only me and Fenrik in the cabin, miles away from any orcs and galaxies away from Earth. I was free. Freer than I ever thought I would be.
I slowly drifted to sleep as I relished that freedom, wondering what it would be like to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
FENRIK
I would have to work quickly in the fading light to find tea leaves. I should have thought to do this sooner, but up until tonight, it seemed presumptive. Now, I needed leaves, and I needed them quickly. Luckily, with my mom being the tribe’s herbalist, I knew what to look for. The leaves grew in the shade of the trees that lined the stream. I practically sprinted to the water. It took a few trees before I found one of the herb bushes. It was thriving, so I took only enough leaves for the next several days and left the rest, noting where the bush was so I could return. I knew that female orkin wishing to prevent pregnancy needed to drink it daily.
I hurried back to the cabin in the dark, as the sun had set while I was foraging. I opened the back door quietly. After depositing the leaves on the counter, I started to boil the water before checking on Tracy. She was fast asleep in the bed.
My brain bounced back and forth as to whether I should wake her. She did tell me to, but she looked so peaceful. She sighed and rolled over in her sleep, revealing her bare breasts. Decision made.
I returned to the kitchen, removed the water from the heat, and threw in a handful of leaves. It needed to steep until it was a bright green color. I started to pull my clothes off as the tea brewed, including my boots, then my tunic. I decided to keep my pants on. I didn’t want to wake her up with the tea and my hard cock directly in her eyeline.
After what seemed like an eternity, the tea turned into the expected brilliant shade of green. I carefully poured a cup of it into an earthenware mug and headed to the bedroom, blowing on it so it would be cool enough for Tracy to drink.
Tracy was curled on her side, sleeping, as I sat down on the end of the bed. I stroked her thigh gently through the blankets, not wanting her to startle.
“Fenrik?” she mumbled sleepily.
“Já, I found the tea,” I said, still touching her thigh.
Tracy’s eyes snapped open, and she sat up immediately, causing some hot tea to spill over my hand and legs. I winced at the burning liquid but held my hand as still as possible.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Tracy cried, seeing me now covered in tea.
With my free hand, I waved off her concern. “Don’t worry, there is still plenty for you to drink. That’s all that matters.” I gingerly passed her the mug.
She took it with both hands and smelled it. She scrunched up her nose. “It smells like black licorice.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I guessed licorice was a human thing.
“It’s not terrible. Black licorice is a human candy that is an acquired taste. It could be worse,” she said, blowing on the tea before taking a sip. She pursed her lips, thinking. “It’s not terrible. I have to drink this every day?”
“Every day that you don’t want an orkling.” I laughed, trying to lighten this very serious conversation.
She took another sip, looking me up and down. “It’s worth it,” she whispered with a little grin.
I was slowly peeling away Tracy’s layers and lived for her mischievous smile. Knowing that it was just for me felt like sliding into a tub of warm water. I watched her dutifully drink the tea for a few moments. My gaze roamed down to her bare chest, and I felt my cock throb in my pants and stood.
“Where are you going?” Tracy asked.
“Just to get more wood for the fire. I can’t have my tiny human getting cold,” I growled, standing and heading into the living room. I gathered a large stack and returned, tending to the fire while she finished her tea, eyes on me the entire time.
She finished, set her mug on the bedside table, and looked at me expectantly. There was no hiding the tent in my pants, and I could smell her arousal spiking as she chewed on her lower lip.
Now that it was here, I couldn’t help but be nervous. We’d talked about this. We’d agreed to this. But it was still a big step. Everything that fell together naturally when we started kissing now felt weighty.
“Well, if I am going to be naked, you could, maybe, also be naked?” She hesitated. “I mean if you still want to do this.”
The uncertainty in her voice snapped something inside of me. I would make Tracy feel absolutely cherished if it was the last thing I did. I stripped off my leggings and joined her under the covers. I lay on my side and pulled her to me so we could face each other. I nuzzled her temple and kissed down her neck hungrily, living for her scent. Tracy remained still for only a few seconds before sliding her hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and pressing her body against mine. I groaned, feeling my length trapped between our bodies and pressing into her soft stomach. I paused kissing her neck and pulled her face close to mine.
“Hi” was all she said.
“Hi yourself,” I teased.
“Are you ready for our first time?” she chewed on her lip.
“If you are, I most certainly am.” I ground my hips against her to reinforce my readiness.
“Yes. Yes. I want you. I want this.” She pulled me in, finally kissing me again—firm and with intention. “But how?”
“Why don’t you pick?” I started kissing down her neck again. I would take her in whatever way she wanted me to.
“Can you be on top? I don’t have much experience running the show,” she whispered, cheeks turning pink.
“Happily. But I need to make sure you are wet and ready for me, or I’m afraid I won’t fit.” I slid my hand down her soft skin to the thatch of hair covering her mound.
Slipping my hand further, I spread her damp folds, causing the scent of her arousal to further invade my nostrils. I stroked her, as I did before, circling my thumb around her sensitive clit, without touching it directly. She was already soaked for me. I continued circling her clit and slowly dipped one finger inside of her. I groaned as I slid one finger in and out of her, moving easily with how wet she was. She felt divine. I locked eyes with her as I continued to work my finger deeper.
“Fenrik, it’s so—” She stopped, closing her eyes and bucking her hips into my hand.
I continued my pace circling her clit, adding pressure. I slid another finger into her tight channel, marveling as she mewled and squirmed. She was so sensitive. I pushed both fingers in and out, never letting up on her clit.
“Tracy, I am going to add a third finger,” I whispered into her hair as she twitched under me.
“I think—I think I’m close?” she panted.
“Can you handle more?” I stroked her cheek with one hand and explored her with the other. I wanted her to come so she would be able to take me fully.
“Mmm” was all I got out of her as she continued to buck into my hand. I took that as a yes.
Adding a third finger made for an even tighter fit and I looked for signs of distress or pain on Tracy’s face. Her pink mouth formed a perfect O, and her eyes were scrunched closed.
“Oh, oh, that’s—oh, don’t stop,” she gasped.
I upped my pace, easily sliding three fingers in and out of her, making a slurping noise with each thrust in and out. I felt my cock grow impossibly harder as I watched my fingers slip in and out of her wetness. I wished I was guiding my cock into her dripping cunt, but Tracy came first. She pulled me closer, her tiny nails digging into my shoulders. She buried her face in my neck, and her breath was coming rapidly, hot on my neck, as she approached her climax. I kept my pace steady and used my free hand to massage her breast, knowing how sensitive her nipples were. I plucked at each of them, admiring their perfect light pink shade. They were completely alien to me and completely perfect. I dipped my head to bring one of them into my mouth, dragging my textured tongue across her stiff peak.
Tracy’s grip on my shoulders tightened almost painfully as she locked up and her swollen channel clamped down on my fingers as she came screaming my name and garbled nonsense I barely understood.
“Stop, stop, it’s too much.” She pulled away.
I slid my fingers out of her slowly, trying not to overstimulate her. She was flushed pink all over and shaking.
“How was that?” I asked, using my free hand to brush her hair out of her face.
Tracy’s eyes were wide in disbelief. “I didn’t know my body could do that. That was… a lot.”
“Good a lot or bad a lot?” I stopped touching her.
“Oh, good a lot, definitely good a lot.” She reached out to me, and I watched her take note of the little crescent moon marks she’d left while digging her nails into my shoulders.
“Fenrik, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Her face was twisted up with concern.
I laughed. As if Tracy could hurt me. “No, I didn’t even feel it. I was too focused on you coming undone. You are beautiful when you come.”
Tracy flushed an even deeper shade of pink. “Um… thank you?”
She stopped twitching, and her breath started to even out as she came down, so I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her into me, nuzzling into her neck.
“You are amazing,” I whispered into her ear before licking up the shell of it.