Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Keric
Yes, I want your sons.
Her words echo in my mind.
My eyes sting. I’m a mess—a complete and utter mess—and I can’t even blame it on the scent bomb anymore.
Although the bomb isn’t helping.
The chemicals slowly leave my system, returning my body to normal.
The unnatural bulk is receding, my muscles shrinking back to their usual size.
My tusks shorten and my horns are losing their wicked curve.
But the comedown is brutal. Every emotion I’ve ever suppressed rises to the surface, demanding to be felt.
And right now, I feel overwhelming gratitude that Anna Lee chose me.
I’ve spent my entire adult life wondering if this would ever happen.
Watching many of my cousins and friends find their Brides while I remained alone.
Too big, too wild, too primitive with my black horns and elongated tusks.
The females in the human high school I went to were polite but uninterested.
The adult human women I encountered in the outside world either feared me or saw me as a curiosity, not a potential mate.
I’d started to accept that I might never have a Bride or sons of my own. I would spend out the rest of my days a single orc, like many others at the commune. And now Anna Lee stands in front of me, her hand wrapped around my horn, telling me she wants to bear my children.
A tear escapes down my cheek. Then another.
“Keric?” Her voice is soft with concern. “Are you okay?”
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “I never thought—” My voice cracks. “I never thought any female would want this with me.”
“Oh Keric.” She cups my face in her hands, thumbs wiping away my tears. “I want all of this with you. Only you.”
I kiss her then, soft and deep, pouring everything I can’t say into the press of my lips against hers.
When I pull back, my head is clearer. The emotional storm is passing, leaving behind a fierce, burning need.
My erection throbs and seed leaks from the slit in the crown.
I want to sink into her heat but first, I must care for her and make sure she ready.
And if I take my time, this ensures my body will return to its normal proportions before I slide inside of her.
I look around the cave with new eyes. A shaft of light filters down from a crack in the ceiling far above.
Cold stone walls and hard ground aren’t necessarily a proper place to fuck my female.
This isn’t how I imagined my first time with my Bride.
I wanted soft furs, a warm cabin, candles and comfort. Not a damp cave in the mountains.
But Anna is here, looking at me with heat in her eyes, and nothing else matters.
“I need to take care of you.”
She blinks. “Can we…here...?”
“Yes, I’ve never been with any female until today.
I’m a virgin and you will be my first. But I have studied and I know what to do to bring a female pleasure.
But my body—” I look down at myself. My cock is massive, straining against what’s left of my torn pants, bigger than it’s ever been.
“I need to wait until I return to normal size. I don’t want to hurt you. ”
Her eyes drop to my erection and widen. “Oh. That’s... yeah. That’s bigger than before.”
“So we wait for that part. But I’m going to taste you first. Prepare you. Make sure you’re ready for me when the time comes.”
Her fingers dig into my forearms. “Yes, please,” she whimpers.
“But I won’t have you lying on cold stone.” I step back and strip off what’s left of my shredded flannel, tossing it onto the smoothest section of cave floor. My torn pants follow, leaving me completely bare. My cock bounces in front of me, thick, green and aching.
Anna’s mouth drops open.
I let her look all she wants.
“Your turn,” I say roughly.
Her cheeks flush pink, but she reaches for the hem of the ruined flannel she’s wearing.
She pulls it over her head and drops it on the pile.
Her sweater follows, then her boots and finally, her jeans unbutton and slide down her wide hips.
Anna kicks the pants away and hesitates at her undergarments.
A simple bra, practical pink cotton underwear.
Her breasts are not overlarge, just the right size.
All I want to do is kiss and lick her all over and eventually come all over that soft stomach.
“All of it,” I growl. “I want to see every inch of you.”
She unclasps her bra and lets it drop from her arms. Her breasts bounce free and her nipples are already peaked in the cool cave air. Then she hooks her thumbs in her underwear and slides them down her thick thighs.
And I nearly lose my mind.
She’s magnificent. Curves everywhere—soft belly, wide hips made for bearing my sons, an ass that makes my hands itch to grab and squeeze. And between her thighs, her mound is dark and hairy. Something primal in me roars with approval.
A quick flash of insecurity crosses her features. Her hands start to move, trying to cover herself.
“Don’t.” I catch her wrists. “Don’t you dare hide from me.”
“I’m not exactly...” She trails off, not meeting my eyes. “I know I’m bigger than—”
“You’re perfect.” I release her wrists and slide my hands down to grip her thighs, feeling the soft flesh give under my fingers.
“I want these wrapped around my head. And this gorgeous ass?” I reach around to palm the generous curve, pulling her against me.
“I want to watch it bounce while you ride me.”
Her eyes are shining. “Keric...”
“You’re the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen. Every inch of you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she chuckles. “And I feel the same way about you. I think you’re the most handsome male I’ve ever seen and I want that body all over me.”
I add her clothes to the pile, creating a makeshift bed. It’s not much, but it’s better than bare stone. Then I lie down on my back, the cold rock biting into my spine. I don’t care. I’ll take the discomfort. She won’t feel a moment of it.
I grab my shaft and give it a few rough, mean strokes because I know she loves my cock. “Come here,” I command.
Anna moves toward me, and I guide her to straddle my chest, then higher, until her thighs bracket my head and her knees rest on the soft pile of clothes.
She’s looking down at me with wide eyes, vulnerable and aroused. From this angle, I can see the soft curves of her belly, her round breasts, and right above my face is her hot, hairy pussy.
I inhale deeply and her scent floods my lungs. Musky and sweet. My cock throbs against my stomach, but I ignore it. My female comes first. Always. “Hold onto my horns,” I tell her.
Her hands wrap around them, and I groan at the contact. Pleasure sparks down my spine, straight to my cock. Orc horns are sensitive, but I had no idea how intense it would feel to have my Bride gripping them while I pleasure her.
“Is that okay?” she asks, loosening her grip.
“Don’t let go.” My voice is strained. “It feels... just don’t let go.”
Then I grip her hips and pull her down to my mouth and taste. Her hot moisture coats my lips immediately and I growl with satisfaction. She’s soaked and ready for me. Her arousal is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I’ve studied this. Read texts on human female anatomy and listened to mated males talk when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.
I know where her pleasure center is, know how to work it, know what makes females fall apart.
But nothing prepared me for the reality.
I lick through her folds, slow and thorough, learning the shape of her.
She gasps above me, her grip tightening on my horns.
I find the bundle of nerves at the top—her clit, the texts called it—and circle it with my tongue.
“Oh god,” she breathes. “Keric—”
I listen and vary the pressure or speed, paying attention to what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head. Her hips are starting to rock against my face, seeking more.
I give her more.
I close my lips around her clit and suck gently while my tongue keeps working. She cries out, her whole body jerking. Anna’s fingers tighten on my horns and the pleasure that shoots through me makes me groan against her pussy.
The vibration of my groan makes her cry out again.
Interesting.
I’ve now learned that if I keep going, alternating between long licks through her folds and focused attention on her clit.
Then I dip my tongue inside her, tasting her deeper.
She makes a sound I’ve never heard before—desperate and keening and utterly perfect.
She’s definitely grinding against my face now, chasing her pleasure, and I let her use me.
I grip her thick thighs and hold her steady, giving her something to ride while I devour her.
“Keric—I’m going to—I can’t—”
Yes. Give it to me.
I growl against her, the vibration pushing her over the edge.
Her whole body convulses. Her thighs clamp around my head. Her pussy clenches against my tongue. And she screams my name so loud it echoes off the cave walls, bouncing back to us again and again.
Keric. Keric. Keric.
I work her through it and drink in every tremor or whimper that escapes her lips. Only when she’s limp and gasping do I finally release her thighs and let her slide down my body.
She collapses onto my chest, boneless and breathing hard.
“That was...” Anna can’t seem to finish the sentence.
“That was only the first time,” I promise.
While I was focused on her pleasure, my body was completing its transformation back to normal. The unnatural bulk is gone. My tusks have returned to their usual winter length. They are still long and prominent, but not the daggers they were before. My horns have lost their wicked curve.
I’m still big but I’m myself again. And my cock is still hard and aching.