Chapter Eight #3
Farigoth’s bliss-inducing club of a cock threatened to overwhelm Andre. His balls throbbed with the need to unload. His cock flexed, hurling a drop of precum onto his sternum.
Trying to distract himself, he cupped Farigoth’s pecs, eliciting a rough sound. He squeezed, those bronze nipple rings pressing into his palms. Andre, salivating over the juicy pair in his hands, swallowed.
The distraction was not working. Kneading Farigoth’s chest fueled his arousal, his sensitized hole registering every move.
Unable to hold back, Andre’s insides quaked. He was close, seconds from coming.
“Hold it until I bottom out,” Farigoth ordered, and Andre strained his pelvic floor, fighting to contain the orgasm lurking in his depths.
It tightened him, making it harder for Farigoth to continue his invasion. Farigoth’s nostrils flared as he blew out air, brow furrowed in concentration. He canted his hips and shoved forward, rushing into Andre, hilting himself.
Andre cried out and arched, every muscle going taut as a bow. Farigoth was in him, had taken possession of his hole. There was no holding back.
Stuffed to the brim, Andre narrowed, clutching Farigoth with the strength of his slender muscles. The rings choked him, but with Farigoth buried inside him, they were no obstacle to his release.
Andre’s cock flexed, his balls pulsed, and his climax slammed into him.
The first orgasmic contraction ripped through him, forcing the cum from his balls. It shot out of him and slapped Farigoth’s chiseled abdomen in one long, white streak. A moan rose in Andre’s throat, and Farigoth answered with a guttural grunt. His huge body twitched as ecstasy hit.
Thick, hot seed sprayed Andre’s inner walls, creaming him.
He convulsed, coming on that massive cock, praising the wet heat filling him.
He whimpered as more seed sloshed into him.
His hole undulated, and then he was coming all over again as he absorbed Farigoth’s release, triggering another joint orgasm.
When it ebbed off, Andre soaked up Farigoth’s sizable load, lazy aftershocks rolling through him. Bliss thrummed through his veins. He could go on like this forever.
“You did well,” Farigoth rumbled, smiling down at him. The bliss coursing through Andre doubled. He clenched once more, drawing a sharp groan from Farigoth. “Insatiable human. This is good. Now, you learn to come on command.”
A skill Andre was eager to master.
“You must learn to control the flow of pleasure, how to store lust in your loins so you can let it run free when the time comes.” Farigoth gave a shallow thrust. “Do not come until I tell you to.”
“I wouldn’t be able to again so quickly.”
“Oh yes, you would. You have consumed my release, and my seed replenishes yours. When I am with you, you can come endlessly. The endurance of orcs exceeds that of men.”
Farigoth rolled his hips, his length dragging across Andre’s prostate. A wanton sound flew out of him. Renewed need built in his core. It was hard to believe how quickly Farigoth roused him again—but on the other hand, it was not. Of course Andre responded to the mightiest male in the world.
His hole quivered, nerve endings primed to register every move. “I want to make you so happy,” Andre said.
Farigoth’s expression softened, and he slowly rocked forward. “You do, my sweet human. I’ve never been happier than inside your snug hole. I do not wish to be anywhere but lodged in you.”
Andre squeezed Farigoth. “You are my chief. All my life, I longed for a man I could submit to. None of them was strong enough. Then I heard of the orcs. Of you. When you demanded me as your mate, I couldn’t believe my luck.
” Andre convulsed and moaned. “I live to serve you.” There was something more he wanted.
Tentatively, he placed his hand on Farigoth’s jaw. Their gazes locked. Farigoth lowered, and Andre’s lips parted.
He lifted off the mattress, meeting Farigoth halfway. It changed the angle of their coupling, pressing Farigoth into his special place. Their lips met.
The first touch was a shock, Farigoth’s mouth hot and large and yet tentative, mindful of those big tusks. He slid an arm under Andre, supporting his back and head, allowing him to relax.
Andre was floating. Farigoth’s lips opened against his, and butterflies erupted in his stomach.
His heart fluttered. Farigoth had chosen him, was kissing him.
When he’d joined Farigoth, Andre had hoped the orc would ravage him, and he had, violently so.
He hadn’t dared to hope for tenderness. Receiving it from Farigoth, the feared brute, was beyond what he’d thought possible.
Farigoth’s tongue slid out, hot and wet and long. He licked across Andre’s bottom lip, and then he pushed into his mouth, invading another part of him.
Andre pulsed. He rapidly clenched, a sensation close to orgasm.
Their tongues met, and pleasure zipped up his spine. Farigoth stroked his tongue, and Andre’s insides tightened, embracing him in the most intimate way. He sighed into the kiss, buzzing with elation.
Farigoth’s tongue curled around his, caressing him. Andre squirmed on his cock. It exerted pressure on all the right places, and then Farigoth thrust, shoving that thick length in as far as it’d go.
Ecstatic shock slammed into him. His insides went rigid, his balls hiked toward his taint, the ring fighting them, but not fast enough. Orgasm surged in his core, his hole clutching Farigoth in blind rapture.
Farigoth pulled back. “Not yet. Do not come.”
A desperate sound dislodged in Andre’s throat.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen and frantically locked his inner muscles to forestall the climax that’d snuck up on him.
Wide-eyed, he stared at Farigoth, willing his body to obey, forcing down the sexual energy surging through him.
He wasn’t allowed to come, so he wouldn’t.
He’d be good and only orgasm when he was permitted to.
His need ebbed off, and he sighed in relief, going slack in Farigoth’s embrace.
“Good human.”
Andre’s cheeks warmed. He was breathless when Farigoth lowered him onto the pillows, but he prepared for that big cock shifting inside him, fighting the pleasure the moment it hit him. A moan slipped free, Farigoth pressing against his eager gland.
He controlled his inner muscles as Farigoth rocked into him, fucking him in deep, thorough thrusts. The rings tightened when Andre got too close, but they alone wouldn’t keep him from climaxing with Farigoth moving through him so deliciously.
Andre hung on by a thread. Every pump of Farigoth’s hips elicited a small, high-pitched sound as Andre wrestled to keep himself from spilling.
“You sing like a bird,” Farigoth said with a smile, driving into Andre and provoking another squeal as if to prove his point.
“You fuck me so good.” An involuntary convulsion rolled through Andre. “I want to come for you.”
“Such a needy little human.” It sounded like a compliment. “Your womb craves my seed.”
“My womb?” It took Andre’s mind a second to catch up. He had a womb now.
“It’s yearning to be bred. Don’t worry. Sooner or later, I will impregnate you.”
Heat flared in Andre’s hole. He needed Farigoth’s cum, some place hidden deep inside crying out for it. His womb.
“I have to come.” The words were out before Andre knew what he’d said. “I need you to fill me up.”
Farigoth chuckled. “So wanton.”
Farigoth rutted into him, and Andre answered, whimpering and clenching, holding onto his mounting desire. It became increasingly difficult as Farigoth sped up, hammering him, his bulbous cockhead striking his prostate before tunneling deep.
Andre shook with arousal. He writhed until Farigoth had enough and pinned his wrists above his head, smirking while he mercilessly plundered his hole.
Nothing felt better than Farigoth’s cock. He hit him just right, like sparks striking tinder. Andre was about to go up in flames.
His balls sat high and tight against his base, one ring unsuccessfully trying to pull them away, the other uselessly gripping his root.
Andre was preventing his climax by sheer force of will.
But Farigoth’s relentless attack was wearing him down, each thump pushing him closer to the point where he would lose control and climax.
He didn’t want to disobey, but his overstimulated prostate wasn’t going to last much longer. A few more hits, and his body would cave, dissolving into orgasm whether he wanted to or not.
“Farigoth…” He made the word a prayer, his legs trembling from the effort of restraining himself.
Farigoth grinned. He slapped Andre’s thigh, hard. The pain zapped through him. It mixed with the pleasure, and there was no holding back.
“Come for me.”
Andre exploded. A shriek tore out of him as his hole compressed with murderous force. He broke into convulsions. Cum splashed onto his chest. Limbs shaking, he gripped Farigoth, worshiping him with his clenching body and choked cries.
Farigoth roared. He bared his teeth and bit at the air. Hot seed gushed into Andre’s hole. Farigoth doused him, painting every inch of his hole with his release.
“Fuck,” Andre groaned, “oh fuck, yes.”
He thrashed. His body consumed Farigoth’s seed ravenously, clenching and unclenching in orgasm.
By the time he came down from his high, he was shaky with exhaustion.
Farigoth slapped his thigh, the shock surging through Andre, making him gasp.
“Again.”
Andre’s eyes widened. He wanted to tell Farigoth it wasn’t possible, not so soon, but before he got the words out, he found his body obeying. He screamed as he tumbled over the edge, his cock unloading despite the rings. His insides clutched Farigoth and wrung another climax from him.
Cum washed down his channel, and he came harder, hungrily milking Farigoth for every last drop. Being soaked by his release was the epitome of pleasure. He absorbed it, undulating in pure lust as Farigoth’s essence seeped into his walls.
Panting, he sagged, lying utterly spent on the sheets.