Chapter Eight #2
Part of him didn’t care anymore. He needed release, needed it now, and had no way to get it.
After Farigoth had deemed it necessary to keep Andre warm in the tent, they’d spent every night together, even once they’d progressed south, into warmer regions. Andre missed him, missed his hot breath against his neck, his calming rumble and gentle petting when Andre woke from a bad dream.
He buried his face in a pillow and, giving in to his urges, grabbed another one to shove between his thighs. It wouldn’t help, not really, but the illusion was there. He humped it, sullied it, his mind blank, desperate arousal driving him insane.
He fell asleep to the merciless throb of the plug, darkness enfolding him.
Heat. God, there was so much heat. Andre was sweating, his skin slick, his cock and hole buzzing with desire. Behind his closed eyes, he sensed the first light of morning.
And that scent… dark and masculine and wildly intoxicating.
Farigoth.
Andre’s lashes lifted. The orc was hovering above him on all fours, lust blazing in his eyes. His huge body trapped Andre on the bed.
Andre’s heartbeat quickened as happiness filled him.
“It’s dawn,” Farigoth said, his voice rough and full of hunger. Had he lain awake all night, waiting for this moment? It was early. “The wait is over. I’m going to mate you.”
Fatigue melted off Andre. He quaked. As though they had a mind of their own, his legs fell open in invitation. His erection, which hadn’t waned thanks to the unforgiving grip of the rings, straightened further. “Take me.”
Farigoth’s lips pulled into a smile. He tapped the toy, and the pulsations eased away. Andre had grown so used to the pleasant hum buzzing through his hole that it was strange to be without it. But the loss would be short-lived, the plug about to be replaced with something bigger and better.
Andre’s gaze dropped between Farigoth’s legs, where his monstrous erection was looming. Andre licked his lips.
The toy withdrew from his channel and shrank until nothing but the rings remained.
Farigoth palmed Andre’s overfull balls, leaving him quivering at the careful touch to his most vulnerable body part.
He lovingly stroked a finger across the plump sack, and Andre couldn’t contain a strangled whimper.
That behemoth of an orc was tender around him, cautiously controlling his strength so he wouldn’t hurt him.
“Far too full again,” Farigoth muttered absent-mindedly as he fondled Andre’s balls. “I will help you unload these. It’s not healthy to build up this much cum. From now on, I will make sure you are emptied every few hours.”
“Every few hours?” Andre asked weakly.
Farigoth nodded solemnly. “It’s very important for your health.”
A better man might’ve argued the point, but Andre was too eager for Farigoth to alleviate his churning lust every few hours.
Farigoth trailed from Andre’s balls to his constricted base. The ring’s hold was firm, giving Andre no choice but to stay hard. Farigoth caressed his sensitive underside, and Andre moaned. The vein snaking up his shaft pulsed in time with his heartbeat.
“I could come like this,” Andre whispered, “with nothing but your finger on my cock.” Farigoth gave him an unreadable look.
“I’ve always struggled to come. Men were never…
” Andre blushed, “…big enough for me. And stroking my cock doesn’t get me there.
But when you do it… I want to come just to please you, and that’d be enough to take me over the edge. ”
“You will orgasm many times.”
“Whenever you want me to.”
“Oh, you were born to be mated by an orc.”
Andre pressed up, pushing flush into Farigoth’s hand. “You said you want me to learn to come on command.”
“Yes. It is…” Farigoth searched for the Valian word, “customary for orc chiefs to pleasure their mates during audiences, negotiations and so on. When a mate climaxes, it brings honor to the orc, affirming his status as a powerful, virile male. That’s the reason we take our mates at gatherings and make them come repeatedly.
It was why I requested you to sit with me when I met with your human leaders.
It was very rude of them not to offer you right away when each of them was sitting there with their pretty mate. ”
“Oh.”
“It is strange how humans don’t mount their mates during important talks. It’d prove them strong and capable, show that they can deliver… results.”
“Humans see public coupling as immodest.”
Farigoth snorted. He closed his hand around Andre’s erection, drowning him in heat, bringing him to a constant throb.
“F-Fuck.”
“Yes,” Farigoth growled, “I will fuck you.”
He let go of Andre’s cock and jerked himself, precum welling on his crown. He smeared it down his length, then guided his thick tip to Andre’s stretched entrance.
“I want you to orgasm the moment I’m fully seated inside you. It’d show other orcs how good I make you feel just being inside you. Can you do it?”
“I can.” Farigoth’s colossal girth squeezing into his tight channel would no doubt get him to climax. It had during their mating ceremony. Andre was more than happy to come for Farigoth as often as necessary to make him look good in front of the tribe.
“My obedient little human,” Farigoth hummed, and pleasure washed over Andre.
Farigoth rubbed his precum-slick glans on Andre’s gaping entrance, making him slippery. When he was thoroughly wet, Farigoth exerted pressure, but despite having worn the plug for a day, Andre struggled to let him in. That cock was phenomenally large.
“I’ve been thinking about getting back in your hole since I left you here yesterday morning,” Farigoth said, his brow furrowed as he visibly fought the urge to slam inside.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it either.”
He pushed harder, Andre gasping as he breached him. “YES!”
“By the gods, you are so tight, even after all this stretching. You’re a gift.”
He said it easily, but there was a depth to his words that had Andre’s chest warming. He grunted as Farigoth rocked forward, conquering another inch, his crown shoving against his prostate.
“All day I thought about you.” A glint sparked in Farigoth’s eyes when he added, “I had the guards report to me where you were, who you were with.”
“There’s no need to be jealous,” Andre said, though he did enjoy the thought of Farigoth being possessive, demanding a minute-by-minute account of Andre’s day.
“I know,” Farigoth said, “but the urge to know what you were doing was burning brightly in me.”
The warmth in Andre’s chest grew. But then something crossed his mind. He didn’t know whether he should bring it up, but he wanted to see Farigoth’s response. “Ikathurg fucked Eric in the baths.” Farigoth didn’t blink. “Gael, Lawrence and I were all touching ourselves.”
It was as though Andre was talking about the weather. When he frowned, and Farigoth realized a reply was in order, he said, “Yes, you were all missing your mates.” He gave a wide smile. “Especially you.”
“It doesn’t bother you? We were naked in the water, stroking our cocks.”
It was Farigoth’s turn to frown. “Why would it bother me? You can only come with me. They know this. You know this.”
Suddenly, a question loomed over Andre. “And you? Could you mate another man?”
The appalled shock on Farigoth’s face spoke before he did.
“No! An orc must take care of his one mate! Several orcs can share the responsibility, but an orc cannot split his attention. He must give his whole being to his mate. He must be dedicated, his every action a service, an offering. It is the will of the gods! You didn’t think I would… ” Farigoth looked horrified.
“No, I…”
“You are my property.” Farigoth pushed deeper into Andre. “My one and only. What you suggest is sacrilege. The gods shall strike me dead if I dare to think such abominations.”
“But you don’t mind that I saw the others, their pleasure? We were sitting close.”
“That is different. You cannot come without me. They are no threat. Besides, a mate’s wish is an orc’s command.
If a hundred men kissing your body is what you demand, I will deliver them myself.
” Farigoth grunted, driving into him. He dragged along his prostate, and Andre saw stars.
Orcs were, if nothing else, generous lovers.
The pressure on Andre’s gland was exquisite, Farigoth’s length so girthy it swelled his belly. Andre groaned when Farigoth fed him more, his anal ring spasming as it fought to accept the next inch.
Urgency mounted in Andre’s core, coiling around his plump balls, his lustfully twitching cock. The rings gripped him with savage force. Precum welled in his slit, forming a bead. His rim, dilated beyond its limits, contracted. Farigoth was only halfway in.
“You will come easily,” Farigoth said with satisfaction as Andre continued to involuntarily clamp down on him.
No man had ever said that to Andre. On the contrary, many had been frustrated by their inability to satisfy him. He and Farigoth would have no such problems. Andre clenched hard, and Farigoth chuckled. “Do not come before I’m fully inside you.”
Andre was trying not to, but it proved difficult. How could he not come when such a magnificent cock was slowly entering him, compounding his pleasure?
But more than climaxing, he wanted to heed Farigoth’s order. A mate had to submit to his orc, and submit he would. Farigoth’s will was his will.
When Farigoth met resistance, Andre’s hole reaching the bounds of how far it could stretch, he growled. “Surrender.”
Andre let his muscles go slack and took deep breaths, soaking up Farigoth’s scent. If there was one thing that made his body obey, it was that irresistible fragrance.
Subdued, his hole yielded, helpless little sounds pouring out of him as Farigoth progressed. That thick rod felt incredible, challenging him to the balancing act of holding his climax at bay while staying relaxed enough for the orc to proceed.