Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
FENRIK
I shifted so I was on top of her. Her eyes were hooded with lust, and she smelled incredible. It was taking all of my restraint to prevent me from ramming myself into her. I spread her thighs to accommodate my hips, and she followed willingly. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss, causing my cock to jump against her. I parted my lips so our tongues could tangle together.
I moved my hips against hers, lining myself up at her entrance, before pausing to check in with her one last time. I pulled away from our kiss and stared down at her. She didn’t look nervous or afraid. She looked hungry.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I said through gritted teeth, holding myself back with every fiber of my being.
“Never.” She gave an adorable little growl before enthusiastically kissing me again.
I slowly started pressing into her tight heat, sliding in less than halfway before I paused and pulled out. I thrust shallowly, willing her to open for me. I was determined to go slow for her, but Tracy wasn’t having any of it. She wrapped her legs more tightly around my waist, pulling my cock deeper, silently asking for more. She was such a small thing, astounded at her body’s ability to accommodate me. I watched her face for signs of concern or pain, but I saw shock and pleasure. I pumped in and out of her at a steady pace, letting her continue to grow accustomed to me. Her tight cunt was driving me insane, and I longed to thrust my knot into her. It bumped up against her pussy with every perfect thrust. She arched her back, meeting me stroke for stroke.
“Can I—can I go deeper?” I hesitated.
Tracy pressed her lips to mine and dragged her hands down to my ass, pulling me deeper.
“I want all of you,” she murmured as she locked eyes with me.
I sunk in even deeper, readying her for my knot. She was dripping wet, but I knew the knot would be unexpected for her.
“Do you think you can take my knot?”
She nodded vigorously, splaying her hips even wider. I pressed into her further, feeling my knot breach her core. She shuddered underneath me.
“Is it too much?” I asked, trying to keep myself tethered.
“No—it is—it is a lot, but a lot good,” she panted.
With all her tentativeness and inexperience, I never expected to be here, in bed, with Tracy. And now here she was, taking my knot. She was incredible.
“Can we keep going?” She wound her fingers through my hair and pulled me to her lips.
I kissed her deeply as I pistoned my hips, feeling my knot drag along her sensitive channel with each stroke. I wedged my hand between us, reaching for her clit. I wanted another orgasm out of her before I came. I found her clit and circled it with my thumb. My knot was making obscene noises as I thrust in and out of her, but she only pulled me closer, devouring my lips and my neck. I was close, but she was going to come first. I slowed my pace, focusing on circling her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“Fenrik, it’s too much,” she gasped.
“Lean into it.” I took her earlobe gently between my teeth and sucked it.
“I don’t know if I can,” she cried. “I feel like I am going to pee all over you.”
“Then you’ll pee all over me. I just came on your face. I see no difference,” I assured her.
She looked at me nervously but nodded, giving me permission to keep stroking her clit while I thrust in and out of her. I ratcheted up my pace while keeping the circles around her clit steady and adding more pressure. I watched her, ensuring it wasn’t too much, but she gripped me harder, digging her fingers into my shoulders and locking her legs around my waist. I felt her tighten up on me, her finish approaching, just as I felt the tingling of mine at the base of my spine.
She clamped down on me, moaning my name. I was so close. I thrust once more as Tracy came with muscles locking up, letting out a string of garbled words I couldn’t make sense of. The sensation of her tightening up around me was too much, and I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her, my vision blurring with pleasure. I leaned to the side as I collapsed so I didn’t crush my tiny human, vaguely wondering when I had started thinking of her as mine . All this time at the cabin, Tracy had started to feel like home. Now that we were in the same bed at night, I wanted nothing more than to stay by her side.
I rolled us so we could face each other, still locked together. We lay like that for several quiet moments, lazily stroking each other.
“How long are we...” She looked down to where our bodies were joined.
“Only a few moments.” I stroked her hair, trying to figure out what she was thinking. “Was that… is this too much?”
“Too much?” Her voice pitched up in surprise. “No, no, no…. definitely not too much.” She peppered my face all over with kisses. “I just…” She averted her eyes.
“Just what? You don’t have to be embarrassed or ashamed of anything in front of me. And you didn’t even pee on me.”
Tracy snorted. “I’m definitely not worried about that. I was wondering if once we are… unlocked or whatever you call it,” she said, waving her hand at where we were joined, “if after we could… um...”
I raised my brows, waiting for her to spit it out. I would help her, but I had no idea what she was wondering.
“If we could?” I prompted her.
“If we could do this again,” she mumbled almost too quietly for me to hear.
That was not what I expected. Tracy still had her eyes averted and her head turned in embarrassment. I took her chin and gently turned her face so she had to look at me. She was no longer tinged pink with the exertion of our fucking. She was bright red with embarrassment. She was worrying her lip again as she made eye contact with me.
“Tracy, I know this is all very different from what you are used to, but I would love nothing more than to go again.” I pulled her closer to me, resting my head on top of hers. “I don’t know what human males are like, but male orcs can come repeatedly.” I murmured into her hair.
I felt the walls of Tracy’s warm channel clench around my cock as she hugged me tightly, clamping down even further on my knot.
“Okay, but you can’t do that, or I will never soften enough to pull out,” I groaned with pleasure.
Tracy released me and went very still. “I think I can keep my hands to myself… for a few minutes.” She smirked.
What have I unlocked in this quiet, sad human?
Tracy
I was surprised to wake up tangled up with Fenrik, arms and legs draped over each other. Then I remembered the night before and grinned. Fenrik had not only fucked me within an inch of my life—he’d done it twice. I’d lost count of orgasms. I was actually starting to wonder if the previous orgasms I’d had before even counted. They felt like just blips of heightened pleasure compared to the mind-blowing orgasms Fenrik had given me. I was tempted to wake him and demand round three, but that seemed selfish. Now that I knew what sex could be, I felt insatiable. He did say he could go again and again. Maybe he wouldn’t mind being woken up by a blowjob, I thought wickedly. I gently unwrapped myself from him, letting him lie on his back. His cock was already semi-hard, morning wood and all. I was drooling at the sight of it. The tip of his cock was just poking out of his foreskin.
I examined it briefly before licking his cock from root to tip, taking his penis into my mouth and dragging my tongue along it.
He shuddered awake as I sucked his cockhead. “Again?” he asked huskily.
“Absolutely.”
Saying nothing, he grabbed me and placed me on my hands and knees. Oh, this was new. Fenrik pushed me down so my face made contact with the pillows, exposing me completely. I expected him to fuck me immediately, but he took his time. He spread me wide, and I felt his fingers spread my lips and then gasped as his tongue made contact with my clit. I stiffened.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I gasped in shock.
Fenrik looked alarmed as he straightened up. “Is this something that you aren’t comfortable with?” He raised his hands in the air in what I guessed was the universal signal for I mean no harm .
I shifted to sit in front of him on the bed, and he sat beside me. “I honestly don’t know. I’ve never had it done.”
“So you had done this for your husband many times over, and he never once reciprocated?” he asked, grimacing.
I felt my cheeks get hot with shame. “Um, a lot of guys on Earth, or I guess where I am from, treat it like a chore? So I never asked.”
“Tracy, what did you say to me last night?”
“Probably a whole lot of unintelligible nonsense. You nearly fucked the life out of me.” I laughed.
“No. Before that. You told me you enjoyed giving me pleasure—expecting nothing in return. You wake me up with your lips around my cock but don’t expect me to want to do the same?”
I was really at a loss. I didn’t know what to say to that very logical thought process. It just wasn’t the way things were done. “Well, when you put it that way, it makes the whole thing sound stupid.” I twisted my fingers in my lap, staring at them.
“It is stupid,” he said emphatically. “How did you feel when I came in your mouth and all over you? I don’t even need to ask. You told me you loved seeing me undone and being covered in my seed. Why wouldn’t I want to do the same?”
He stroked a warm palm down my thigh, resting his hand on my knee. It was the anchor I needed. I grasped his hand in mine.
The truth of the situation felt even stupider now that he’d explained it from his perspective. “Well, where I am from, a woman is taught to… tend to her husband’s needs. Before last night, I’d only ever been fingered a few times and am not sure if I ever orgasmed.” I shrugged.
Fenrik looked disgusted and exasperated, dragging a hand over his face. “Tracy, can I lick you?”
“Do you want to?” I scrunched up my face in embarrassment.
“Do I want to lick your delectable cunt and finally taste your arousal that I have been smelling for days and days and watch you completely shatter?” He cocked his head, looking at me like I was an idiot.
“You can smell me?!” I gasped, mortified, thinking of every time I had grown wet just by looking at the corded muscles of his arms or the line of his jaw.
“Yes. But before we had our conversation about your fear of judgment , but not a fear of intimacy , I didn’t want to act on it if you weren’t ready,” he said, gripping my hand before letting go.
I put my face in my hands. This was all so messed up. Stupid Christianity. Stupid patriarchy. Stupid. Stupid. I felt my eyes start to well up.
“Hey, hey.” Fenrik grabbed my hands and pulled me into his lap. “I didn’t ask, I assumed. I didn’t know.”
He kissed away my tears. “I just didn’t think that my tongue would be an issue, considering we’ve already had sex.”
“No, no.” I shook my head. “That makes complete sense. You had no way of knowing.”
“Can we just take everything you learned about sex and intimacy and burn it to the ground?” he whispered into my hair.
“Um… I might take a little longer than that to get used to it, but I’m up for trying,” I said, voice wobbly.
“Then, let’s start with this. In orkin culture, males love pleasuring their mates with their tongues. They want to see them come from their mouth alone at least once before having sex. Not only do we enjoy it, we use it to ready you for our cocks. We want you dripping before we try to slide into you, considering the knot and all. I want to latch onto your delectable cunt and drink down your juices while you come screaming.”
“That is… well… I’m not even sure what to do with that,” I said, eyes wide in shock.
Not only had he just used the word cunt, but he had called mine delectable. I blinked at him several times. There was no way he was lying about how much he wanted to devour me.
“Can we try again?” he asked gently.
“You’re still in the mood even after all of this?”
“I can tell you are.” He smirked.
I smacked his arm. “You know, that really isn’t fair.”
He responded by pulling my legs out from under me and spreading me flat on my back. He bent each of my knees, spreading me wide open. He had me laid out on the bed like a starfish and I’d never felt more exposed. He stared at me for a long time, so long that I started to feel uncomfortable. I went to pull my legs together, and he stopped me.
“Your pink cunt is as perfect as the rest of you.” He reached out and dragged a finger up my slit, causing me to squirm.
“Well, I shall file that away as the weirdest compliment I have ever received.” I snorted.
He continued his exploration of me with his hands, almost lazy in his movements. Using his thumb and forefinger, he spread me wide.
“Can we try this again?” he asked.
I nodded. Knowing he truly wanted this made me want to make him happy. Even if I wasn’t sure if I would like it, the idea of someone’s face in my crotch was still a bit alarming. He wedged his shoulders between my thighs and bent down, dragging his tongue across my clit.
“Too much, too much!” I squealed.
The onslaught of sensation was overwhelming. I felt like a live wire. He pulled back and looked at me quizzically.
“Let me try something slightly different.”
He leaned in again, and instead of dragging the flat of his textured tongue across my clit, he circled it gently with the tip.
“Oh. Oh, that is—oh my. Yes,” I stuttered.
It was enough sensation to light me up but not overwhelm me. Fenrik wrapped his warm hands around my thighs and continued using his tongue in the same circular motions. I was completely exposed to him and tried focusing on the feeling, not thinking about his face on my pubes. I dug my hands into his hair as he lavished attention on me. The way he dragged his tongue across my clit made me tingle all over, but it wasn’t enough; I needed something more.
“Fenrik, fingers, please.” I couldn’t even bear to say the whole sentence, but I knew what I needed now.
Fenrik immediately slid two of his fingers inside while he still circled my clit with his tongue. I couldn’t hold back the pants and moans as he stroked me. I was on the verge of combusting, but with all the panting, I was dying.
“Water,” I gasped, “I need water.”
Fenrik grasped a glass from the bedside and handed it to me. I gulped it down as he continued to work me. He added a third finger, pushing in and out of me while still using his mouth on my clit. Now that he’d readied me, he dragged the flat of his tongue across my clit again. This time, instead of feeling like too much, it felt amazing.
My legs clamped around him. “Yes, yes, don’t stop,” I moaned.
He continued to pump in and out of me with three fingers. At this point, I was so wet that every time he slid his fingers in, it made sloppy, wet noises. He didn’t let up on my clit, and I felt myself begin to tighten, climax impending.
“Come for me, my little kyrr,” Fenrik growled.
I grabbed his hair even harder, pressing my thighs into his shoulders. He continued his steady movements as I crested my peak, screaming his name.
“Fenrik, oh holy hell. Oh, it’s so good!” I keened.
Nothing had prepared me for sex to be like this. Fenrik reared up and licked my juices off of each one of his fingers as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
“Now I have prepared you properly,” he said, climbing over me.
He buried his face in my neck and kissed and licked down my collarbone before heading for my nipple. Knowing how much I had enjoyed this before, I was giddy with anticipation. Fenrik pulled a nipple into his mouth, lightly biting down on it with his teeth before flicking it with the tip of his tongue. I was literally dripping with anticipation. Now I understood why orcs put so much emphasis on oral pleasure.
“Fenrik,” I breathed as he sucked on my nipples alternately, “I need your cock and I need it now.”
He looked up at me with a mischievous grin. “So you enjoyed my tongue on you?”
I nodded rapidly as he climbed up, kissing me everywhere as he went. When he reached my mouth, I was surprised at how erotic the taste of me on his tongue felt.
“Can we try something different?” he asked.
“Absolutely. I think you’ve earned my trust,” I said, wondering what he had in mind.
He repositioned me so I was lying on my side, with him spooning me, cock pressing against my ass.
“I like this position because I can explore you while I fuck you,” he said, dragging his hand across my breast, pinching my nipple.
“Are you sure you can fit this way?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” he said, a tinge of laughter in his voice.
Fenrik wrapped his much larger body around mine but pulled up my thigh so he could reach my entrance. He slid his cockhead up and down my slit before slowly pressing into me and releasing my leg. Oh, this position could work. It could work well. Fenrik started with slow, shallow thrusts, as we figured out fucking while spooning. It was a tight fit with my legs locked together, but the drag of his cock in and out of me had me seeing stars. Between this position and the oral I’d already received, I was going to combust at any moment.
“Fenrik, I’ve already come. You do whatever you need to finish,” I said, voice thick.
Coming first was brand new to me, and I didn’t want Fenrik to feel he needed to do more to please me.
“Oh, I’m going to make you come again before that,” he murmured.
I reached my hand back and dragged my hands through his hair as he continued to pump in and out of me. He’d already loosened me, so I was close to being ready for his knot.
“Harder, Fenrik, harder . Give me your knot,” I begged, pressing my ass into him each time he thrust into me.
Fenrik wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer to him. Even in this position, I could feel his knot pumping up against my entrance with every thrust. I spread my hips wider, allowing him better access, and his knot plunged into me. I gasped at the onslaught of sensations, realizing that although I thought I was at my limit, I could definitely come again. Fenrik popped his knot in and out of me, leaving me gasping with pleasure before he took his hair in my hand.
“Can I come inside you? Are you ready?” he groaned into my ear.
“Yes, yes,” I panted, feeling another orgasm barreling down my spine at the sensation of his knot breaching me again and again.
Fenrik thrust once, twice more, before I felt his knot swell and thicken, unleashing rope after rope of cum into me. I came with him, a garbled mess of sensation, but could not be more pleased.