Chapter 18 #2
“I’m sure I would, if you wanted that,” he said with a slight grin. “We’d hardly be the first orc and elf to do this sort of thing, if you’ll recall. But I just want to feel good with you. There are plenty of other ways to do that.”
Alwyn’s nerves were fading a little now, though his face still felt as hot and red as an ember—like the fire inside him was threatening to burst into an inferno. “Such as?”
Krujha’s small grin widened eagerly. “Let me show you.”
Alwyn couldn’t have struggled against him even if he’d tried. Krujha was so much bigger, so much stronger, that he was pulled onto the bed and arranged beneath Krujha as easily as if he were a doll—though he hated how the thought made his cock strain even harder against his trousers.
“Oh,” he hissed, his back arching involuntarily as Krujha pushed his hands under Alwyn’s tunic.
His nails scratched lightly in a long line from his waist up his ribs and under his shoulder blades.
Then the cool air kissed his skin as the orc pulled his tunic off in one easy movement, leaving his hair tousled as he shivered with the sensation.
Krujha’s eyes roamed the length of his torso, bright gold orbs growing darker with arousal. Alwyn could see the bulge of his erection now where Krujha knelt over him.
They remained like that, motionless, for a moment—until the heat pooling in Alwyn’s belly grew demanding and impatient. He palmed himself through his trousers, watching as Krujha’s eyes tracked the movement hungrily.
“I thought you were showing me what you wanted to do,” he urged. Krujha laughed, leaning lower over Alwyn.
“Just admiring the view first,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made Alwyn shiver. “But I can see you’re impatient, little spitfire. Let’s get the rest of this off you.”
Little spitfire. Alwyn wanted to protest—but no one had ever given him a nickname like that before, or spoken to him with such obvious affection in their voice.
The words flooded his system like sunlight, and all at once the only thing he cared about was hearing Krujha call him that again and again.
Krujha unlaced his trousers easily and pulled them down to his ankles in an effortless motion, positioning Alwyn’s body as if it weighed nothing.
The air was cold against Alwyn’s overheated skin, but all he could focus on was how Krujha’s eyes fixed on his cock where it pressed against his belly, leaking precome.
“I want to taste you all over,” Krujha groaned, looming over him as if he wanted to lean down and swallow him to the hilt.
Alwyn’s cock bucked eagerly in anticipation, but then Krujha leaned back.
Alwyn nearly protested, but then he was peeling his own tunic off, throwing it to the floor below.
There were scars littered across his muscled torso, one of which was a long mark diagonally across his abdomen, which Alwyn watched flexing and tensing as Krujha moved.
Then the orc was kicking his own trousers off, and Alwyn’s heart stuttered half in desire and half in fear, seeing his cock spring free.
He’d known Krujha would be big, much bigger than him—but seeing the thick length of him now made him unbearably relieved that they’d already taken penetration off the table.
The biggest man he’d been with was probably half Krujha’s thickness, and even less than that in length.
Krujha could clearly see the trepidation on his face. To Alwyn’s surprise, the slight chuckle that escaped from the orc sounded almost embarrassed. “Don’t be too impressed. I think I’m rather average.”
“For an orc, maybe,” Alwyn mumbled, shaking his head.
His eyes lingered on Krujha’s cock. The thick, blunt head of it was a darker green than the rest of him, glistening with precome.
Krujha rocked against him experimentally, rubbing his length against Alwyn’s.
A low rumble vibrated from Krujha’s chest, through Alwyn’s body, making him stifle a soft moan.
The sensation felt nice, but all he could think about was how, pressed against him, Krujha’s cock reached the bottom of his ribcage.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to taste me?” Alwyn groaned. The orc nodded, pulling away slightly.
“You are impatient,” the orc teased, leaning down. “Far be it from me to keep you from what you want.”
Alwyn felt the cool hardness of his tusks first, pressed against his lower stomach—then the heat of his tongue between them, licking a lewd stripe from his pubic bone up to his belly button.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, before pressing a hand to his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed.
He could feel Krujha smile as he licked Alwyn again, this time dragging his tongue from his belly to his ribs.
It felt almost like being tickled, hovering just on the edge of becoming unpleasant, as Alwyn’s back arched involuntarily again.
Krujha made a soft noise of pleasure against his skin—then Alwyn bit back a cry as Krujha’s tongue laved over his nipple, sending electricity racing through his body.
“You like this?” Krujha murmured against him, licking over his nipple again.
“Y-yes,” Alwyn panted, squirming against him. Pleasure exploded through him as Krujha’s tongue pressed against the stiff peak. He then drew it into his mouth, sucking gently. “Fuck, yes.”
For a moment, all that existed was the wet heat of Krujha’s mouth around his sensitive skin, heat cascading out from his chest in waves that traveled through his whole body. Then Krujha moved away—before Alwyn could protest, his mouth closed around his other nipple.
Krujha’s hand found his cock then, making him yelp. But he only brushed against his length, then against his balls, palming lower until his fingertips moved lightly against the slick skin around his hole.
Alwyn stifled a groan as Krujha’s hand froze there.
“Gods,” Krujha breathed, turning his head to look up at Alwyn, his eyes bright. “You’re so wet. I wasn’t sure if that was true about elves.”
Alwyn let out a breathless chuckle, despite himself. “Well, I can confirm for you that it is.”
The smile that spread around Krujha’s tusks made Alwyn force down his own grin in return.
“Can I use my fingers on you here?” Krujha asked softly, his fingertips pushing experimentally against him again. Alwyn bit his lip. His fingers were bigger than an elf’s too, of course, but couldn’t be as big as a cock, could they?
Either way, he found himself suddenly unconcerned. “Yes,” he replied with an obedient nod, and Krujha’s smile somehow widened.
Alwyn huffed in annoyance as Krujha pulled back, repositioning them—then nearly squealed as Krujha pulled his waist up, so his backside was pressed against Krujha’s torso.
He was nearly hanging upside down, with only his shoulders pressed against the bed while his legs were hooked over Krujha’s shoulders.
Heat exploded through Alwyn’s body at the humiliating pose. He was completely at the orc’s mercy now, his most tender places mere inches from Krujha’s face. But the orc’s expression was desperately hungry, his eyes locked onto Alwyn’s exposed hole.
“I said I wanted to taste you all over,” he said, dipping his head lower.
Alwyn thought now that he really would burst into flames.
He’d been able to bathe when they’d arrived yesterday, and again this morning, of course, but still—had he known the orc’s tongue would be on his asshole today, he might have taken extra care.
But Krujha moaned against him, as if he tasted of honey, and pressed his tongue harder until it just breached his slick opening.
“Oh, fuck,” Alwyn moaned, his cock bucking where it dangled against his stomach.
No one had ever licked him there before, and Krujha was so much more eager about it than he would have ever imagined.
The orc’s stiff cock pressed against his ribs; Alwyn gingerly wrapped his fingers around the length as much as he could, feeling the thickness of it flex against his palm.
Krujha groaned in pleasure, and the vibration of his voice against his hole made Alwyn’s breath stutter.
Krujha held him there, licking and sucking the ring of muscle until Alwyn didn’t know how much of the fluid dripping down over his balls was his own slick, and how much was Krujha’s saliva.
He felt dizzy, held upside-down like this, the mess of pleasure and desire making him feel like he was floating.
“Krujha,” he whimpered. “You’re going to make me come like this.”
Krujha groaned against him again—then pulled away, making Alwyn hiss with the sudden cool air against his wet, warm skin.
“There’s so much more I want to do to you first,” the orc murmured.
Alwyn started to mumble something in reply, but it was lost as Krujha pressed a finger inside him.
He was so wet and open from Krujha’s tongue and mouth that the finger pressed all the way to his knuckles with one effortless glide.
The moan that burst from Alwyn’s mouth should have been mortifying, as Krujha’s finger moved right over his prostate; but suddenly, all he cared about was getting more of that electrifying sensation.
“Oh, you loved that,” Krujha growled, and a second finger pressed in with the first. There was some resistance this time, but it sent pleasure racing through Alwyn’s spine all the same.
He fucked Alwyn’s hole with his fingers slowly and leisurely, clearly enjoying the helpless sounds escaping Alwyn’s mouth.
He was going to lose his mind. Precome was pooling on his chest, and his cock was leaking desperately, threatening to burst the moment it was touched.
“Please, Krujha,” he gasped. He was so close, but Krujha’s movements weren’t fast enough, weren’t hard enough, to get him there with his cock untouched like this. But he couldn’t make the words translate from his mind to his mouth, so all that came out was, “Please, please.”