Chapter Fourteen #5
“You like it,” Farigoth rumbled.
“I love it.” A whine. “I love it so much.”
No feeling compared to Farigoth crowding his insides. Andre’s cock twitched against Farigoth’s stomach, his sensitive tip sliding across green orc skin, leaving a wet trail of lust.
Tentatively, Andre rolled his hips, groaning as Farigoth moved through him, pleasuring him.
“He looks like he’s about to come just from having that giant cock inside him.”
“What an absolute cock whore.” Full of admiration.
“To have your hole stuffed like that… I couldn’t take it.”
“Not all orcs are that big. Some we saw earlier looked more… manageable. That’s a tree trunk.”
“Hmm.”
“I want to see him come. Bet he’ll go off like a geyser.”
Andre rocked back and forth, teeth sunken into his bottom lip. It wasn’t enough to keep those wanton sounds from spilling.
Every little move had Farigoth rubbing his prostate, bliss zipping through Andre’s balls in frustrated delight.
Farigoth ran his hands from Andre’s thighs up his stomach to the tender, pink buds of his nipples.
He cupped and squeezed Andre’s pecs, provoking a helpless sound that heightened in pitch when he pinched the rosy nubs, causing Andre to squirm on his dick.
The next touch, sweet and rough, shot straight into Andre’s cock.
Precum oozed and pooled in the valleys of Farigoth’s chiseled abdomen. Andre’s balls throbbed.
“You want to come,” Farigoth growled.
“Yes, oh f-fuck, yes.”
Farigoth twisted his nipples. Andre jerked as though struck by lightning. Pain and pleasure blended, his abused chest twinging and tingling, his cock flexing. The rings barely contained him. “Please. Please let me come.”
Smack! The slap to his thigh hit hard and fast. Before Andre knew what was happening, his body obeyed.
He cried out as his cock pulsed, release shooting out of him.
It splattered Farigoth’s front. The men cooed their appreciation, though Andre barely heard, wrapped up in the convulsions rampaging through his hole.
He squeezed Farigoth with all he had. Tensing and relaxing, his inner muscles pumped the cum from his balls, forcing it out of his cock spurt for spurt against the best effort of the rings.
Beneath him, Farigoth stiffened. He barked a grunt, and a surge of hot seed washed through Andre’s hole.
Andre shivered and moaned, writhing in ecstasy as his hole sucked up gushes of precious fluid.
It set him off, drawing a rapturous shout from his lips as he came again.
Farigoth snarled; his powerful body jolted.
Andre’s release pulled another mighty orgasm from his loins, spouts of cum flooding Andre’s convulsing hole.
Andre finished with a final spurt onto Farigoth’s stomach. He sagged forward, Farigoth holding him up. Blood rushed in his ears, dark spots dancing before his eyes. He loved coming for his mate.
Farigoth hummed, pleased. “You did well. A couple of powerful orgasms. That will open your womb nicely for my seed.”
Andre, hanging limply in Farigoth’s hold, blinked. “Open… my womb?”
“Your companions have not told you? Every time you climax, your womb unfurls, like a flower in the sun. The more you come, the wider it opens, readying itself to receive my cum. With every orgasm, you become more fertile. Only when you’ve stopped coming does it close, folding itself around my seed. ”
Andre groaned as his hole contracted on its own accord. Being mated to Farigoth got better by the day.
“I’m going to plant my pup in you.”
Heat rolled through Andre. “Please.”
“You’ve never smelled more fertile than tonight. I can’t wait for your chest to swell. Once you’re pregnant, you will crave my cock like never before.”
“More than now?”
“Oh yes. I’m going to have to constantly mount you to keep you sane.”
Andre’s hole clenched. “F-Fuck.”
Farigoth chuckled. “You’re going to be the most greedy slut for my dick.”
“Ngh!” Andre lifted an inch off Farigoth’s cock, then slammed back down, arching at the forceful penetration.
“Oh, I can’t wait to farm that ripe womb of yours. Constant arousal is going to shred your brain. You’ll be a wanton sleeve for me to fuck into.”
Desire smacked Andre like a whip. He wanted this, wanted it so much.
Desperate for orgasm and another opportunity for Farigoth to dump his load in his empty womb, Andre rose and fell on his cock, whining each time he dropped his weight.
Farigoth fucked him from below, hitting his sweet spot with ferocity.
Andre shook with need. “Breed me! Breed me with your fucking cum!”
Farigoth growled. He gripped Andre by the hips and pistoned into him at lightning speed.
It was too much. Andre’s prostate buzzed. Farigoth was taking possession of him in the most primal way, ravishing his hole in violent thrusts. The pleasure of it broke Andre’s mind. Stars exploded in his vision.
“FUCK!”
Farigoth slapped his thigh, and Andre came in a combustion of rabid lust. The rings were no obstacle.
He hurled his cum across Farigoth’s front in long ropes, his hole clenching and unclenching on that glorious cock.
That hidden place in his depths unfolded, his womb trembling in ecstasy, awaiting Farigoth’s seed.
With a feral snarl, Farigoth stiffened. His cock bucked inside Andre’s hole. He came down his channel in rapid volleys of release.
Andre’s walls convulsed, soaking up the flood shooting down his insides. It was paradise.
“Good human,” Farigoth muttered, adding another squirt, which Andre happily sponged. “Taking my seed so well.” He petted Andre’s hip. “Coming so beautifully for me. Such a good, obedient human. Now ride my cock, come again, and get yourself pregnant.”
Andre, who’d sagged with fatigue, righted himself.
He wanted nothing more than to pull the cum from Farigoth with his squeezing hole and knock himself up.
His limbs were heavy, his eyelids at half-mast, vision blurry, but none of it mattered.
He’d been born to be a vessel for Farigoth’s seed.
There was no greater honor. Andre yearned to be bred.
It was his privilege and duty to come for Farigoth and carry his offspring.
A drowsy smile on his lips, Andre humped him, rising and falling in a languid rhythm.
Farigoth traveled through his hole with each up and down, his girthy flesh grinding against his prostate in ceaseless stimulation.
Precum flowed from Andre’s tip in a lazy rivulet, the constant pressure on his gland ensuring a slow and steady stream.
There was chatter at the edge of the glade, though it seemed far away and unimportant. Around him, men and orcs achieved climax after climax. The occasional group passed, men talking amongst themselves, voicing astonishment and appreciation.
“I had no idea you could come as many times as you liked if an orc keeps replenishing you.”
“This one’s dumb with bliss.”
“I wish I could get a couple of orcs to do that to me.”
Barely conscious, Andre glimpsed Lawrence collapsing onto one of his mates, bone-deep satisfaction curving his lips. The four of them formed an exhausted, beatific pile of bodies.
Andre was not done. Chasing his next orgasm and another load of Farigoth’s seed, he rode him with ecstatic vigor. His hole grew tight. Tension mounted. His balls were plump with cum.
“Look, the men from Stagfield finally arrived.”
“Can’t believe they took so long. They missed a lot!”
“Keep coming,” Farigoth growled. “You have permission. No need to prompt you. Just do it. As many times as you like. I want you pregnant by the end of it.”
The orgasm took Andre by surprise. He climaxed with a strangled noise ripping free of his mouth, his hole descending into a rampage of contractions, cum shooting from his tip. Farigoth grunted and filled him with spates of release, dousing his convulsing walls.
Andre struggled to recover. Sweat was slicking his skin, the warm lantern light bringing it to a golden glow.
When he’d caught his breath, he resumed his steady up and down. Moans tumbled off his lips, louder each time Farigoth bottomed out, his impressive length buried to the hilt in his stretched hole.
Andre’s eyes fell shut, and he gave himself over to the surges of pleasure that crashed into him like waves onto shore. Farigoth was grunting, at times rocking his hips upward for even deeper penetration.
Lost to passion, Andre didn’t notice the men stopping to watch them. He came once more, groaning at the powerful contractions that possessed his hole.
“Isn’t that Andre?”
His eyes flew open, landing on the cluster of men that stood but a few yards away. He knew them. Heat shot into his face. And then his gaze locked with Ian’s.
Ian was staring at him, mouth agape, eyes wide in disbelief.
Here Andre was, a massive orc cock sliding in and out of him. The picture of depravity. Andre knew what it looked like to Ian. His ass was swallowing a girth no man wanted to imagine going into his hole.
Except Andre. Andre took Farigoth with brazen ease.
He waited for the shame to crush him, for his instinct to run to kick in. Neither happened.
Farigoth stroked his sides, oblivious to the gaping Stagfield men. His touch grounded Andre.
“Keep going,” Farigoth rumbled. Andre hadn’t even noticed he’d stopped. “Take the pleasure that I owe you. Let’s breed your precious womb.”
They had to have heard. There was no way they hadn’t, not with the way the men swallowed and Ian’s eyes bulged.
“Make yourself come on my cock.”
It broke Andre out of his stupor. He could’ve felt guilty enjoying the very things he’d been mocked for desiring—a giant cock and the illicit thrill of public sex. But he didn’t.
What had been wrong in Stagfield was right among the orcs. He was doing what he was supposed to. He was fulfilling his purpose. Coming on Farigoth’s cock was his duty, and he’d be damned if he didn’t honor it.