Chapter Sixteen
Andre
Farigoth chuckled. “Oh yes. Frequent orgasms are important for your health. You need to absorb my seed at least once a day; more is better. It assures your body that I’ll look after you and the pup—without the reassurance, your body might conclude that I’ve abandoned you and terminate the pregnancy for fear you won’t survive. ”
“That sounds dangerous.”
Farigoth made a dismissive gesture. “I am here. I will take care of you. You have nothing to worry about.”
Still, it explained the increased lust that’d haunted him for the past week. Constant desire pulsed between his legs, demanding to be sated. He bit his lip and gazed up at him. “Then you should fuck me.” Andre fell back into the silk, Farigoth looming over him. He parted his legs. “Please.”
“Patience, my dear human. I must do this properly.”
Farigoth kissed his stomach, his hip, the inside of his thigh. He took his time stroking his skin, bringing every inch of Andre to a tingle. Farigoth caressed him until he lay writhing on the silk, muscles twitching with unspent sexual energy.
“My gorgeous mate.” Farigoth ran a hand over Andre’s chest. “So swollen.” He squeezed Andre’s pecs, making him arch into the touch. “I want to take such good care of you. Make you feel treasured.”
Andre already did. Farigoth regarded him with an uncharacteristic sentimentality that stoked a warm and fuzzy feeling in his belly. Beneath Farigoth’s fearsome exterior lay a well-hidden softness reserved for his mate. For Andre.
Farigoth dragged his thumbs over his nipples, flicking the erect centers. A delightful twinge shot into Andre’s balls, leaving them sizzling with lust—and something deeper. More tender.
“Pregnancy will deepen and magnify your lust. When you come, your entire body will orgasm, leaving you twitching and shuddering until you are thoroughly depleted. You will climax hard and often.”
Farigoth smiled as he disposed of their loincloths and reached between Andre’s legs to pull out the plug.
Except he didn’t. He touched the toy, bringing it to light but steady vibrations.
Andre moaned at the familiar buzz reverberating through his hole. The plug fluttered against his prostate. His insides narrowed, pressing the toy against his special place. His sack drew upward, the ring keeping it from climbing too high.
Farigoth lowered, pressing his face to Andre’s chest. He dragged his nose across it, inhaling. “Your scent is driving me insane.” He gently bit at Andre’s pec, dragging his tongue over the delicate skin of a nipple.
Andre made a shaky little sound, squirming under Farigoth. It pushed the plug deeper, the vibrating end pressing firmly against his pleasure point. He gasped, his cock rubbing against Farigoth’s chest. Mindlessly, he rolled his hips, chasing friction.
Farigoth took a nipple into his mouth, sucking at the firm flesh. Andre felt it all the way into his cock.
“Such juicy tits,” Farigoth cooed, blood shooting into Andre’s face. “They will feed my pup well.”
He kissed his way down Andre’s body until hot breath ghosted over his throbbing dick, which strained against the ring choking it. Farigoth was looking at his cock as though he wanted to eat him.
Farigoth’s tongue darted out, and Andre cried out when it, hot, wet and long, wrapped around his rigid shaft. “Fuck!”
The delicious pressure of Farigoth’s tongue surrounded him. He gasped. Farigoth spiraled up and down his length, Andre losing his mind over the hot pleasure.
Precum welled in his slit and rolled onto Farigoth’s tongue. He swallowed it with fervor, eyes on Andre as he took him apart with his mouth.
Farigoth soaked Andre’s cock, leaving it glistening in the candlelight whenever he withdrew only to slither back, engulfing him with heat.
Andre pulsed against his tongue, his head helplessly lolling from side to side as the orc pressed into his protruding veins, triggering a gush of arousal from his swollen glans.
Farigoth drank it up, closing his mouth around his needy tip. Andre’s cock jerked into that warm, wet cave, drooling onto his mate’s tongue.
The tenderness in Farigoth’s gaze told of fierce devotion, and Andre throbbed all the harder for it, crying out when he suckled at his cockhead.
Farigoth manipulated the toy, and the vibrations sped up, rapidly trembling against Andre’s sensitive walls, against his wanton gland. High-pitched screams flew from his lips, growing louder as Farigoth sucked harder.
Andre’s cock swelled, his engorged flesh straining to get deeper in Farigoth’s mouth.
He grunted with relief when he took him to the back of his throat, twitching in the sultry embrace.
Andre’s vision grew spotty at the onslaught of sensations.
Farigoth swallowed, hot flesh closing around his crown.
He almost came. The rings choked him with a vengeance, gagging his cock and balls and preventing his release.
Farigoth let him glide from his mouth, a gust of evening air cooling Andre’s damp cock, sending shivers over him. Lips curving, Farigoth licked across his sack, making him jump.
He gave a good-natured laugh. “You like that.”
“It’s… intense.”
Farigoth’s smile broadened. “Intense is good. I want you out of your mind with pleasure. A pregnant mate must be glutted with it.” He lifted Andre’s buttocks off the mattress and wrapped an arm around his hips, holding him in place. “I want to see how you like this.”
“What are you up to?”
But the orc didn’t respond. He flicked his tongue across Andre’s balls, which sat high and plump against the ring, fighting the toy as they tried to get into position for orgasm.
It didn’t compute when Farigoth’s bottom lip slid over his testes, and they dropped into his broad mouth.
“Fuck! Oh fuck!”
Heat and powerful teeth surrounded his most vulnerable body part. Fierce tusks bracketed his sack, the pointy tips nipping the delicate skin of his inner thighs.
Andre didn’t dare move. His breath came in shallow fits. The danger, more imaginary than real, shot thrills through him.
Farigoth rolled his tongue along his sack, and Andre keened and shuddered. The slippery caress along with the vibrations wrecking his hole took him high. He moaned as Farigoth, slowly, carefully, laved his balls, showering him with sensations. The orc licked along the edge of the ring, teasing him.
Andre couldn’t help himself. He descended into full-body tremors as Farigoth washed over him.
His lust crested, threatening to spill over, but the rings gripped him full force, ensuring his denial. Andre fisted the silk sheet, twisting in Farigoth’s hold. But there was no getting away.
Groaning, he let the waves of pleasure crash into him. He twitched and jerked. His cock uselessly flexed in the air, the proof of his desire collecting in his slit, fattening into a thick blob. Another jostle, and it spilled over, dripping onto his stomach.
Urgency built in his core, fostered by the ceaseless thrum against his sweet spot and the slick tongue taking him to heaven. The toy pulsed and buzzed, and when Farigoth quickened it once more, its bulk hammering Andre in all the right places, his control slipped.
Orgasm raced toward him. Andre locked his inner muscles, trying to prevent it, the rings working alongside him. It was a losing battle. More and more precum oozed from his cock, his overstimulated gland producing copious amounts of fluid.
Andre’s moans turned shrill while Farigoth continued sucking his balls unperturbed. He wouldn’t come until he was allowed to. As an orc’s mate, he had to obey.
Farigoth stroked his thigh, lovingly caressing his skin. Adoration shone in his eyes as he gave him a light slap, ordering him to come.
Pleasure exploded. Andre’s balls pulsed against Farigoth’s tongue; his cock bucked in the air as his insides clutched the humming plug and erupted into orgasm.
A broken whine tore from his throat as his hole came on the vibrating toy, rapidly undulating. Cum spurted out of his straining, flexing cock. It hit him across the front, a drop landing in his gaping mouth. He swallowed the salty liquid, the next rope splattering onto his chest.
Farigoth licked him through it, rolling his shuddering balls until Andre had nothing left to give. Andre’s sack slipped free as Farigoth set him down, cool air brushing his exposed, wet balls.
“You came so beautifully. But this is only the beginning. I will attack your precious little gland until it quakes in defeat.”
Farigoth stopped the vibrations. Andre let out a sound of protest that grew louder when Farigoth pulled the plug free and retracted it. His complaints died the moment Farigoth slicked his fingers and plunged two thick digits into his trembling hole.
Andre keened. The sudden return of fullness had him overbrimming with joy. He loved being stuffed, loved having whatever Farigoth shoved into his depraved hole.
Farigoth pressed down on his prostate, big fingertips massaging themselves into that sensitive gland. “Come for me.”
Slap!
Andre bucked as ecstasy slammed into him, his clenching walls worshiping Farigoth’s fingers, his cock spouting cum. “F-Fuck…”
Rabid convulsions possessed his hole. He wailed when Farigoth pulled out halfway through his climax.
A wet noise smacked the air, and then Farigoth’s bulbous crown was squishing against his quivering opening, demanding entrance.
“Come as many times as you can. Do not hold back. I want you to climax until you pass out.”
Andre had lost control over his anal muscles and could only moan when Farigoth breached him, ramming his fat cock inside.
“YES!”
Andre couldn’t have held back if he’d tried to. With Farigoth squashed against his prostate, he had no choice but to orgasm, honoring his mate.
A mighty contraction boomed through him. Andre screamed as his feral lust broke free, his insides gripping and releasing Farigoth in wild abandon.
Farigoth growled, shoving another inch inside, his pelvis pressing against him. His cock swelled and jolted, and hot cum flooded Andre.
“Fuck! Yes!” Andre was drunk on bliss. He lived for the rush of joy Farigoth gifted him with his seed. Wave after wave he absorbed, shivering as the next surge washed through him.
His climax reached deeper than it ever had, into a place hidden in his core that contracted in orgasmic euphoria.
“My precious mate, carrying my pup.” Amazement played on Farigoth’s features. He thrust, and Andre’s orgasm intensified. He twitched and shook, his cock splashing cum onto his stomach. Farigoth doused him in his release, creaming his inner walls.
“So beautiful,” Farigoth mumbled. “My heart belongs to you, my love.”
My love.
The words echoed through Andre’s mind. Warmth enveloped him. He was swimming in Farigoth’s affection. In his love.
Breathlessly, Andre stretched and wrapped his arms around Farigoth’s thick neck. “I love you too.”
Something flashed in the orc’s expression. He smashed their lips together and kissed Andre with unmatched hunger.
“You are my love, my life,” Farigoth grumbled into the kiss, and Andre, narrowing around his cock, came in hot spurts. Rapturous joy swept over him as he tensed and relaxed in endless climax.