Chapter Fourteen #4
Andre’s insides tightened as a wave of pleasure crashed into him, threatening to carry him away.
He didn’t have permission to come. The rings suffocated his impending climax, choking his cock and balls, leaving him gasping.
He squirmed on Farigoth’s tongue, that thick muscle relentlessly driving him toward completion.
On the perimeter, the men, clustered in small groups, spread hesitantly, no more than a few steps at a time, glancing back at the knights. They didn’t trust the orcs, didn’t believe they were safe.
But as the mates continued to climax under the tireless thrusts of their orcs, some grew curious. They inched closer to the coupling pairs on the ground and under trees, eyeing them from a distance.
Near Andre, Gael reached his first climax with a wanton shout, cum erupting. He sank into the grass with a smile on his lips, the orc pulling out, quickly replaced by Gael’s second mate.
Lawrence, too, came and was subsequently mounted by one orc after the other, his mates cycling through him, delivering a never-ending string of orgasms.
Before long, Gael and Lawrence’s impassioned cries drew a small crowd to their part of the glade. The men didn’t dare get too close but watched with rapt attention as Eric, Ikathurg fucking him against the tree, came for the first time.
The men gave Farigoth a wide berth, but that didn’t mean they weren’t looking.
“Damn, that one’s big,” one of them said quietly, likely not realizing Andre—and said orc—could hear him.
“He’s a behemoth!”
“That lad looks tiny next to him.”
“I wonder how big the dick he’s hiding under that loincloth is.”
“Do you think that’s why he’s rimming him? Because he’s too big to fit?”
“Probably.”
“Damn.”
“Ssh! He might hear you!”
“Nah.” At least some of the men seemed to have lost their fear.
Farigoth gave Andre’s gland a long, slow stroke, pulling a moan from him.
“My God, his mate is wrapped in jewelry like the whores in that expensive Winterbourne brothel.”
Warmth bloomed in Andre’s cheeks.
The others snorted. “As if you’ve been there.”
“No,” he said, sulking, “but my friend’s cousin’s brother-in-law is from Winterbourne, and he says nobles visit that place all the time. It’s supposedly full of ten-gold-a-night whores that glisten like the fucking sun.”
“Ten gold! Bollocks.”
“Well… this lad looks like he’d fetch twenty, so…”
Appreciative mumbling.
Farigoth traced leisurely circles around Andre’s prostate, earning little twitches and moans.
Every caress furthered the tension gathering in Andre’s core.
His trapped, rigid cock pulsed and flexed, flinging drops of precum.
He couldn’t believe how well Farigoth’s tongue filled him, how thick it was, how deep it went.
Coming on that fat, slippery muscle… Andre groaned.
“Fuck…” one of the men breathed. “I think he’s close. He’s going to come on that orc’s tongue.”
“Look how girthy it is.”
“Damn.”
“No wonder he’s enjoying it.”
Farigoth sped up, the tip of his tongue slapping his special place in what felt like a blur. Andre whined and, holding onto the roots of the tree, tried to push onto Farigoth’s tongue. He ached to impale himself on it.
The move pressed Farigoth’s tusks against his buttocks, the pointy teeth nipping his skin.
The bite of pain mixed with the delight raining down on his prostate, and white-hot pleasure sluiced into Andre’s veins.
He gritted his teeth as the bliss of an oncoming orgasm hit him, rings gagging his cock and denying his balls.
But Farigoth slapped his thigh, and there was no holding on. Andre unleashed with a blissed-out yelp, his tight, pulsating balls overcoming the resistance of the rings, hot cum shooting from his wildly jerking cock, splattering his chest.
The men groaned with envy, watching Andre convulse around Farigoth’s wriggling tongue, each bump against his overstimulated gland drawing an orgasmic contraction from him.
Spent, he dropped into the grass and went slack. He panted, a small, disappointed sound escaping him when Farigoth slithered out. Andre wasn’t made to be empty.
But he smiled when Farigoth kissed his stomach, then licked the cum off his chest, making appreciative noises. “You taste so fertile.”
Heat rushed into Andre’s face. The group moved on, their voices fading as they went to other couples. He could’ve sworn there’d been a hint of admiration in their voices.
“They liked watching you,” Farigoth said.
Andre chuckled. “They liked watching you.”
“Either way, they were not scared.”
“That’s the goal.”
“I am pleased.”
He kissed Andre’s chest once more, then pressed his lips to Andre’s, warm and familiar. Andre opened, moaning when he tasted his release on Farigoth’s hot tongue.
A quiet, happy sound rose in Andre’s throat. He’d been so afraid of the Valians seeing him come, and it hadn’t hurt at all.
Farigoth rolled onto his back, pulling Andre with him, holding him against his huge, succulent chest. “You did so well. I am proud of you, sweet human.” He kissed the top of Andre’s head, and a warmth that had nothing to do with Farigoth’s immense body heat spread through Andre. “Tonight, I will breed you.”
“Breed me?”
“It is the festival of Ugkor. The moon is full. You will be most fertile tonight.”
Andre, having grown up in the faith of the Lady, wasn’t sure if he believed what Farigoth was saying, but with the post-orgasmic bliss thrumming through him, he was happy to go along. “You want to impregnate me.”
“Yes. We have been mated for many weeks, and I have yet to plant my seed in you. Tonight, it will take. I am certain of it.”
Surely, a few weeks without getting pregnant weren’t long, even in the world of the orcs. But Andre was ready. He couldn’t wait to bear the fruit of Farigoth’s loins.
“Breed me.”
Farigoth growled, dark and guttural, and his straightening cock poked him. Andre shivered. He yearned to have him inside, where he belonged.
He wiggled his butt in encouragement, rubbing against Farigoth’s big crown. It had to be wet with precum. Sadly, the leather loincloth was in the way.
Farigoth disposed of it with one impatient tuck. His bare, slick cockhead kissed Andre’s crease.
Andre sighed. He couldn’t resist wiggling his ass, teasing that fat tip. How he craved to get it inside.
Keeping his hands on Farigoth’s front, he lifted his rear, spreading his legs wide. Farigoth didn’t need to be asked twice.
He pumped himself in rapid strokes, precum wetting his grip, and slicked his dick. Well lubricated, he pressed his glans to Andre’s opening.
Its sheer size overwhelmed him every time, making him doubt how he was supposed to take Farigoth. The orc was massive.
But by now, Andre knew the trick. He inhaled, soaking up Farigoth’s dark, potent scent. His muscles loosened, his ring widened, and he gasped when Farigoth’s bulbous tip breached his narrow hole.
Andre’s eyelids fluttered. Men were passing them, some stopping to watch. Their presence didn’t bother him. If they wanted to enjoy the sight, they were welcome to.
His jaw slack, his eyes closed, he descended on Farigoth’s cock, softly whimpering and pausing when the stretch became too much.
“I can’t believe he’s riding that giant cock.”
“It’s going to rip him in two. It has to, he—”
“Fuck, he took another inch.”
“Incredible.”
Farigoth kept still as he lowered, Andre taking in his seductive scent with every breath. It made the descent easier, tricking his body into relaxation. He let gravity do its work, allowing it to gently pull him down.
Wet and thick, Farigoth slid along Andre’s prostate, pulling a moan from him. His inner muscles quaked. Farigoth was filling him. He was going to breed him, plant his seed deep inside his womb and impregnate him.
“Damn, he’s going to take the whole thing.”
“I can’t believe how wide he’s stretched.”
Andre’s legs trembled with the effort of keeping him up, threatening to collapse and force him to accept the rest of Farigoth’s bulk in one go.
Every new inch had him groaning in blissful agony.
He could’ve asked Farigoth for help, for those big hands to hold him, guiding his descent, but Andre wanted the struggle, every second building his lust. Farigoth’s girth was parting his inner walls, distending his hole beyond imagination, pressing into his sweet spot in all the right ways.
Andre’s prostate sang. Coming on Farigoth’s tongue had unloaded it, but Andre was always ready for another round. His sack filled with desire, the sensitive globes throbbing against the ring trying to hold them back.
The strain on his muscles grew. His quads burned.
From one moment to the next, it became too much.
Andre’s legs gave in, and that enormous cock rushed inside.
Andre keened, throwing his head back as Farigoth impaled him.
His hole pulsed with pre-orgasmic joy at being stuffed to the brim.
Moaning and shaking, he let waves of goosebumps wash over him, his hole adjusting to the invader spearing him open. A bead of sweat rolled down his back.
“Well done, my gorgeous human,” Farigoth cooed, stroking Andre’s thighs, calming him. “You’re being so good, taking all of my cock into your precious little hole.”
Andre whimpered. The pressure on his gland was robbing him of clear thought. All he wanted was to come. His trapped balls palpitated; his cock leaked onto Farigoth’s lower abdomen. And Farigoth’s dick… it was huge inside him, its monumental girth swelling his stomach.
He kept his lashes lowered, warmth in his face. The men around them were gasping and swallowing, muttering their disbelief. He had taken a cock so big it had to make their butts clench.
Breathing through it, Andre waited for his insides to adjust. His entrance spasmed around Farigoth’s root.
Andre sighed. “So full.”
“As you’re meant to be.”
Andre shuddered, the small move sending vibrations through his body. His hole rejoiced at the scrap of friction.