Chapter Six #2
“Yes,” Farigoth growled, “you will come for your chief.”
Andre convulsed again, warmth spreading in his cheeks. He was losing control of his bodily reactions.
Higher and higher he soared, Farigoth’s tender caresses shattering his defenses. He was at his mercy, panting in time with the ceaseless strokes.
“My gorgeous mate. Spill for me. Give me permission to penetrate you.”
Farigoth plunged into his prostate.
Indescribable pleasure slammed into Andre. Crying out, he threw his head back. His loins seized. Part of him tried to hang onto control and not let the orcs see his lust, but he had no way to resist the power of Farigoth against his most sensitive place.
His insides locked, gripping Farigoth, and the orgasm ripped into him.
Screams of pleasure poured free as he rapidly contracted, muscles pumping the cum from him.
It shot out of his cock, which twitched against Farigoth’s thumb, singing his praises with every spurt.
Cum splattered Andre’s flushed chest. Pleasure shook him, and he tore from side to side, his entire body jerking in release.
Farigoth stroked him through it, eliciting happy little moans. Andre compressed, wordlessly thanking him for the most intense climax of his life.
“Good human,” Farigoth hummed quietly, bliss and rapturous aftershocks rolling through Andre. “Thank you for allowing me to mate you.” He pulled out, and Andre whined.
Farigoth swiped a hand through Andre’s release and held it out for the horde to see. “The Jewel of Vale has honored Orakh.”
The orcs roared, shaking like wild beasts, beating their chests.
Farigoth stepped back, the distance bereaving Andre of his warmth, of his calming scent.
It left him exposed to the hungry eyes of the horde.
They drank in his languished form, his front covered in the proof of his submission to Farigoth.
Fever-like heat shot into Andre, powerful emotions warring.
Having let go in front of the tribe both humiliated and aroused him.
They’d seen him lose to Farigoth’s might, his body coming undone under his touch.
It would’ve been unthinkable in Vale to display such depravity.
And yet, the knowledge that the orcs had watched, his every twitch and moan burning itself into their memories, made him bite his lip in lust as his insides clenched once more.
From a shallow recess carved into the side of the pit, Farigoth retrieved a small object.
Torchlight caught on its surface, and Andre recognized it—the seashell-encrusted box Farigoth had received from Malorn.
He’d forgotten about it the moment the threat of owing a favor to the fae king had been averted.
What was in the box? Malorn had called it a mating gift…
Farigoth lifted the lid and took out a translucent, olive-green object.
For a moment, Andre didn’t understand. The item consisted of two wide rings on one end and a phallic shape at the other.
Wait… That shape was no coincidence. It wasn’t just shaped like a cock.
The blunt, enlarged end could serve no other purpose than to slide inside him.
A strategically placed bump would press against his prostate.
And the rings… Oh God. Andre hoped they wouldn’t go where he thought they would.
“As eager as you are, you will not be able to take me without being stretched,” Farigoth said, stepping between Andre’s spread legs.
“I’ve tested the device.” He ran a finger along the blunt end.
“The plug grows to a considerable size, but it is no match for me.” He smirked.
“It will dilate you just enough so I can squeeze inside. You’re going to be a pleasurably tight fit. ”
Andre’s gaze fell to Farigoth’s tented loincloth.
The word massive didn’t begin to describe him.
Andre needed all the stretching he could get.
And if the plug was just under Farigoth’s size, it would keep Andre narrow for him, which was all the better.
“I want to be tight for you.” He stared into Farigoth’s lust-darkened eyes. “Use me for your pleasure.”
There was no deeper, more meaningful way to serve than offering himself as a vessel for Farigoth to unleash his lust into. Farigoth had no other way to find relief, and Andre wanted him to take maximum satisfaction from him.
“I’ve come for you,” Andre said quietly. “I want to be your mate. Stretch me quickly and make me yours.”
“It will not be quick,” Farigoth rumbled.
A shiver ran down Andre’s spine. “You’re such a delicate flower.
” He stroked Andre’s leg. “Getting you loose enough for my cock will take all night.” Andre’s breath hitched.
“Minute by minute, hour by hour, the plug inside you will grow. It will part those snug walls and ready you for ravishing. We cannot rush; it’d only hurt you.
We must take our time. Can you endure it? ”
Andre nodded emphatically. “I’m yours. My hole is yours. If you want to insert the plug and stretch me all night, you have every right to do so. You’re my chief, and I’m going to be your mate. I’m your property. Do to me as you see fit.”
The low murmur of the orcs reminded him they weren’t alone. Andre pushed it to the back of his mind. He was here as an offering to Farigoth. Nothing else mattered.
“You’re a treasure. I’ll ensure your torment will be most pleasurable.” Farigoth slicked the plug, a smirk playing on his lips. Hadn’t Malorn said the device vibrated? “You’re not allowed to come while this is inside you. You only climax with me stuffed into your wanton hole.”
“Yes, My Chief.”
“It’ll be excruciatingly blissful. I won’t take the device off, won’t allow you to come, even if you beg. It will stay on until the sun rises in the morning. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Your will is my will.”
Farigoth took the first of the rings, stretching the material, which was firm but malleable. “This will make it easier.” The ring looked tight.
Farigoth held it as far apart as possible and pulled it over Andre’s erection. He had not gone soft after coming—not with all the talk of mating and plugs.
Farigoth dragged the loop to the base of Andre’s cock and let go, the material setting around his hard flesh with a biting smack.
“Ah!” Black dots danced before Andre’s eyes.
The ring had him in a chokehold. Blood rushed into his cock, swelling and reddening him.
Obeying Farigoth’s order not to come would be easy.
Even if he hadn’t struggled all his life to achieve orgasm, Andre wouldn’t be able to come in the ring’s vise grip.
Farigoth dragged the second loop over Andre’s balls. Despite having emptied minutes ago, they were plump and full again. This time, Farigoth was more careful as he let the material settle.
Still, Andre gasped. It was snug.
The toy’s blunt head brushed against his opening, and the prospect of being stretched for Farigoth filled Andre with joy.
From this day forward, they would be each other’s satisfaction.
No more lonely nights, no more pathetically weak releases.
Andre was going to climax for Farigoth as often as he wanted, providing him with a hot, tight place to shoot his seed into.
Andre pushed out, eager to accept the plug. Farigoth had grown it a little larger than his finger, and despite the earlier stretch, he had to exert pressure.
The plug’s head popped inside. Andre groaned. The toy consisted of a material he’d never encountered. It was soft and smooth and had the slightest give, making it more comfortable than the wooden plug.
Farigoth pressed it deeper, Andre dropping an elated little sound when the bulbous tip brushed past his prostate. The plug traveled down his channel, and then that bump settled against his sweet spot.
Fuck, that was perfect. Whoever the sea witch was that Malorn had spoken of, they had to be a master of the male body to create a device so well aimed at inducing and prolonging pleasure.
“I’ve manipulated the toy to grow very slowly.
” Farigoth stroked a finger along Andre’s taint, where a strip of material connected the rings with the plug.
“You won’t notice it in the beginning, but over the course of the night, it will get bigger and bigger and bigger.
” Andre clenched. “Until you’ve dilated enough for me to mate you.
” Farigoth’s eyes softened, and he cupped Andre’s face, stroking a thumb over his cheek. “You’ll do well.”
Andre’s skin prickled in anticipation. Farigoth had laid out the rules, and he longed to obey. He’d endure whatever sweet agony the night had in store for him.
Farigoth ran his hand over Andre’s trapped cock and balls, caressing them with his heat, before returning to Andre’s taint.
As if the plug had been given a silent command, it emitted a long pulse.
The bump, sitting against Andre’s prostate, transmitted the slow throb.
It reverberated through his gland and deeper into his hole, where the thick head rested against the sensitive flesh of his inner walls.
Andre let out a shaky cry. God, that thing felt good.
Another pulse, long and lazy, rolled through him. His body responded, giving a languid convulsion, squeezing and releasing the plug.
He pressed his lips together. If this was going to continue all night, and he wasn’t allowed to come, he was glad for the rings keeping his release at bay.
He yearned to please his mate. Climaxing without permission was out of the question.
Farigoth owned every part of him, including his orgasm, and Andre wanted to prove his discipline and submission.