The Orc #9
Her words ignite a fury of need inside me. My balls pull up tight, and I can barely restrain myself from erupting. It's a tight fit, made just big enough. It swallows me whole, and I grunt, the sensation bordering on pain, before I pull out, flex my ass and thrust my hips back into the wall.
I need it now. I can't slow it down. I've been dreaming of Eden for days. Longer, before I ever met her, longing for something, someone to match my insatiable needs.
I've found her and she's even better than I imagined. That she is small, human, is not a problem to be solved. It's an adventure to discover, together. It's a delight.
Bucking my hips forward, clenching, reveling in the tight fit, I slam in, never having felt this level of buildup, needing to release this badly.
It's torture to draw out the pleasure, but my Eden is enjoying it, so I try to keep from coming. The cave reeks of sex, and we've only just begun.
Holding back takes effort, and I slam my fist. The wall shakes, dust falls around us, but I force myself to slow down. My Eden. Fuck, I need her. I wish she could join me in some way. I want her to touch me, but I don't know what to ask. Just a hand on my hip, or…
"Fuck, Eden. It feels so good. Having you watch… the smell of your cunt… it's too much…"
"Do you wish it was me, Ulack?" she asks. I don't like the tinge of worry in her voice.
"It is you, little one. You're right here with me. Something about you… it feels as if we are…" I pant, pausing mid-thrust, losing track of my words, the pleasure making my head swim. My balls are so sensitive. I need something. I need more. I need her.
"Eden, please. Touch me, please," I beg.
It seems unfair to ask this of her, though. She's too little, she could get hurt with me fucking my hole like this, and I'd never forgive myself if that happened. Perhaps just a hand on my leg. Or fingertips grazing my balls. Yes, that would be good.
I turn to face her, pulling out of the wall partway. Her cheeks are red, that small space between her lovely little tits leading up to her collarbone, flushed with the heat of her blood. My mouth waters. I push back in, my cock disappearing in the hole. I'm about to lose it.
"How should I touch you, Ulack? I—" she steps closer, rubbing my hip as I thrust. She's fearless, standing beside an orc who loses himself into the side of a mountain. "I fear I'm not enough for you. I'm too small. You're too big."
"We are perfect for each other," I argue. Her eyes meet mine, and my hips drive faster. I'm getting close. "It's okay," I reassure her. "We have all the time in the world to explore."
There is no disappointment, and I'll not have her feel insecure because she doesn't know what to do. I don't even know. Just having her beside me is enough.
But then, a small slap on my flexed ass cheek drags my attention back to her.
"I'm so close, Eden," I whine. But I slow my thrusts, because her eyes are gleaming, and she wants my attention. Her hand disappears between her legs. "Oh, yes, keep doing that. I could watch you pleasure yourself all day long."
"No, Ulack. Not yet. This is for you." Then she pulls her hand away from her pussy, fingers shiny. With her other hand, she rubs my thigh, dragging her hand toward my ass.
I tense in surprise.
"Let me in," she urges.
I've never done this before. I know some orcs like it, but I've never tried it. I relax and bend at the waist, just enough to open up. She teases her tiny fingers into my asshole. It tickles at first.
But then her fingers deepen, and fingers become a fist. I grunt in surprise when I feel the length of her arm push inside me. She's so small the pressure isn't too much compared to my size. Even so, it's enough.
"Fuck the wall, Ulack," she demands.
And so I do.
I can't do anything but fuck the wall. The pressure in my ass is surprising. It's sensitive and full in a way I've never been. It's pressing on something deep inside me. My lower back feels hot.
Something is coming. Something new. I thrust uncontrollably.
The wall cracks. I'm roaring, deafening to my own ears.
She holds her arm steady, a delicious drag out of my ass as I clench against her while pushing into the wall, every nerve ending along my length dragging and spiking with heat and a tingling build, a wave riding higher, nearly at its crest.
It's coming. It can't not happen. I nearly black out, my vision dancing with spots. A spike of heat finally tips me over the edge, and I hit my release. With a deep roar, I slam against the wall, bucking like a wild beast, erratic and raw.
Everything shakes. My ass clenches her tighter.
I love the feel of her fist inside me, pushing in and out.
"Fuck! Fuck!" My pounding gets more and more violent, and I fuck faster, before everything inside me pulls taut, up high and tight, legs squeezing together, and then the dam breaks and I come like a waterfall.
It's an explosion of semen, spilling out of me, then the hole, in rivulets, too much for the small reservoir I built for my cum to fill.
It pours faster, and I keep thrusting and shuddering until eventually, my panting grows louder than the deep grumble still rattling in my chest, and she pulls her arm out of my ass.
It makes me shake when she releases me, and I stumble back, away from the hole.
Sticky, wet, white cum webs, like saliva, from my softened cock to the wall, spilling onto the ground in a heavy, wet splash.
I grip myself and squeeze. It spurts a little more, and I aim for her stomach, spitting it out onto her lovely pale skin.
Then, I pick her up and toss her onto the bed.
Nothing—nothing—has ever made me come like that. Nothing has ever made me feel that wild, that good, that free.
Life with Eden will never be boring.
My mind races with all the ways to protect her, to provide for her. But more than that—to explore, to create, to ravish.
I'll begin with the ravishing.
Eden
I land on the gigantic bed with a bounce. I've never felt something so soft. My furs back home pale in comparison to this.
But that's not home anymore. This is.
And maybe while on the way here, though I had no regrets leaving the village, I wondered if coming here was the right choice.
But those doubts are long gone.
Ulack is perfect for me. Non-judgmental. Kind. Wild, fun, carefree.
I tried to stick a finger in someone's ass once. They didn't like it, so I never tried again.
I just fisted Ulack, and he came like a geyser.
This is crazy. But I've never felt so alive.
And horny, and wet, and desperate for him to fuck me harder than I've ever been before. I don't have to say anything; he knows what I'm feeling. He can smell it or see it on my face. He can read me better than anyone I've ever known.
He kneels on the ground beside the bed and spreads my legs, bending my knees so my feet are flat on the bed.
Swiping a thick finger into the pooling cum on my belly, he drags it down, mixes it with the slick at my core, swirling and teasing, before slipping his finger lower and pressing into my ass.
Slowly at first, gentle thrusts that nudge my entrance, before pushing all the way in. The invasion is welcome, but I wasn't expecting him to start there, so I can't help but clench against it.
He holds his finger in my ass perfectly still, while I squirm and beg.
He ignores me and does the same with his other hand.
Scooping cum off my belly and swirling it, then prodding my entrance.
Then his thick finger pushes in, impaling my pussy.
I'm so wet, there's no resistance, but the pressure is a lot.
This is not the Ulack from the waterfall who teased and played.
This Ulack is delirious. His eyes are hooded, gaze hazy, like he just came and all functioning brain activity has reduced him to a basic, primal beast. He snarls, and I clench against his two fingers, an invisible cord connecting them, pulled tight deep inside me, locking together my clit, my pussy walls, the sensitive nerve endings in my ass. It's all tense and holding.
"Breathe."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
And then he fucks me.
Fast.
Hard.
I'm so full.
I was so afraid I'd never have this again. Not just his perfect, thick fingers, but someone who understands me, who doesn't judge me.
Faster and faster he thrusts, alternating rhythms. I scream and thrash. He keeps going, unrelenting. And just when I'm getting used to the pressure, my body relaxing around the double invasion, he slows, and I feel a third finger prodding at my pussy.
I tense. "It's too tight," I rasp. Wanting it, but not sure I can take it. "I don't think it'll fit. It won't fit."
"It'll fit, Eden. Just relax. Take a deep breath."
I do. But I'm still scared.
I've always wanted more. Bigger, fuller.
And that's what he's offering. Gently, carefully, thoughtfully—but without holding back. That third finger keeps teasing, even though there's no room for it.
But this exchange, where we take care of each other—it means everything to me.
So I take another deep breath. My lungs expand. And as I exhale, he switches his fingers, index for middle, then pulls his other finger out of my ass. Then, slowly, stretches me wide, pushing two fingers into my pussy, and it's… I don't know what this is.
Too much?
Yes.
It hurts. Stings. Burns.
But he takes his time, alternating. Pulling one out, then pushing the other in, then both at the same time. Until I get used to it. Until my knees bend and I shake, ready for more.
But I don't have to ask.
Ulack's third finger slowly, carefully nudges my ass, attempting to join the two in my pussy. An invasion of three orc fingers in my body, more than I ever dreamed possible.
"You're doing so well, Eden. Your pussy is fluttering around me."
And then all three fingers push in. He changes the rhythm again, irregular patterns that make me lose all sense. One finger pushes into my ass while he pulls one out of my pussy. Then both fingers push into my pussy while he pulls out of my ass.
Methodically at first. Then the speed increases, and he leans down and presses that firm tongue to my clit and that invisible cord, strung so deep inside me, that connects everything—it stretches far beyond its capacity. It snaps. And everything explodes.
I'm stuffed so full, and my pussy contracts from so deep within, I didn't even know I had nerve endings there. The sensation in my ass is too much to hold in, and when he flicks my clit with his tongue, it's all over.
In the release is home. That's what heaven is—a brightly lit cave, an orc with giant hands and an even bigger cock, with warm brown eyes and a gentle demeanor.
Heaven is the way he focuses, the way he pulls the stars down from the sky to light behind my closed eyes as I come harder than I ever have.
A visceral release that invades, bursts, then spills from every pore.
This is it. This is what I've been missing.
Bigger. More. Deeper.
I'm stretched and contracting and coming, I don't know where to focus. There's so much pleasure, I just shake and take it.
He whispers, "Breathe, just breathe, Eden, I've got you," and it fills up this place in my soul, patching up the broken pieces of my heart, filling in the cracks.
I'm soaked and my emotions are stripped away, as raw and fucked as my pussy.
The orgasm slows, and when he pulls out his fingers, one at a time, I spasm again. A gush of liquid trails his hand. I'm exhausted.
I lay there for a second. I think I passed out. My lower half is so numb from overstimulation, I don't think I could move if a riot of humans barged in here with pitchforks.
I hear him moving around. The telltale smell of a lit fire, wood and smoke, permeates the air. I lie there and listen to him prepare food, shuffling things around, while I remain a limp pile of bone and flesh.
I'm useless as Ulack lifts me. He carries me to the back of the cave, deeper, to an area we skipped during the tour of his home. We come upon a small opening where he has to duck, then enters another room, hidden in the back of the cave.
I almost weep when I see the steam rise from the hot springs. Ulack doesn't let go as he carries me into the baths. We sink down, the warm water soothing every aching inch of me. And then I pass out in his arms.
I wake sometime later to gentle ministrations, Ulack scrubbing my body clean. When I'm aware enough to open my eyes, I smile in amusement, watching his giant hands try to clean my much smaller, skinnier arms.
After he cleans me, he washes himself, using a small cloth that looks like it was made from the same material as his clothes.
And then we soak in silence. He occasionally asks a question.
About my likes and dislikes. He's preparing turkey and greens for dinner, and wants to know if that's okay.
He talks about the surrounding land. How he'd like to introduce me to his friends.
He says this shyly, and it makes me hug him tighter.
At some point, Ulack carries me back. He sits in his big chair in front of the small cooking fire, with me in his lap, feeding me small strips of turkey.
I fall asleep like that, and he must carry me to bed, because hours later, in the middle of the night, I wake in the softest, most comfortable furs I've ever been in, snuggled on top of my giant green monster.
Ulack wakes moments after me. I ask him if this is all real. Because how could anything be this perfect?
"Do not fret, Eden. You and I are real. And we're together. The rest we'll figure out."
And the way he says that, a steadfast promise, calms me enough to fall back asleep.
I don't have any idea what tomorrow will bring. But with Ulack, I know it'll be a perfect, wild, filthy adventure, and I'll never have to hide who I am again.