Chapter 21 #2
Anna lifts her head from my chest and looks down between us. My shaft lies against my stomach, thick and green and leaking from the tip. Still larger than average, but no longer monstrously so.
“Better,” she murmurs. Then she shifts, moving to straddle my hips instead of my chest.
I suck in a breath as her wet heat presses against my length. “Anna—”
“Your turn.” She looks down at me with hazy, satisfied eyes. “You took care of me. Now let me take care of you.”
“I’ve never—” The admission sticks in my throat. “This will be my first time.”
Her lovely expression softens. “I know. And I’m honored.” She leans down and kisses me. I taste her arousal on my own lips and groan into her mouth. “Let me show you how good it can feel.”
She rises up on her knees and reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my shaft. I jerk at the contact, my hips bucking involuntarily. Her hand is so small compared to my cock, her fingers unable to fully close around my girth.
“Is it going to fit?” she asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
“I prepared you.” My voice comes out strained, barely controlled. “Go slow. Take what you can.”
She positions me at her sopping wet entrance. I can feel her heat, her wetness, the soft give as my leaking crown presses against her.
Then she sinks down.
After the first inch I nearly black out.
Nothing in my life has ever felt this amazing. Wet heat gripping me, squeezing me, pulling me in. My claws dig into the pile of clothes beneath me as I fight the urge to thrust up into her.
“Oh,” she breathes, pausing to adjust. “You’re... that’s...”
“More,” I grit out. “Please. More.”
She takes more of me, working herself down onto my shaft with agonizing slowness.
I’m making sounds I’ve never made before. Groans. Growls. Something embarrassingly close to whimpers. I don’t care about anything except the feel of her around me.
When she finally takes all of me, we both freeze.
She’s seated fully on my lap, my cock buried to the hilt inside her. I can feel the tight grip of her wet heat surrounding me, the press of her thighs against my hips.
“Anna.” Her name comes out wrecked, barely recognizable. “You feel—”
She gazes down at me with those sparkling dark eyes and a kiss-swollen, pouty mouth. “I know.” She trembles above me, her hands braced on my chest. “Me too.”
Then she starts to move. Slow at first, lifting herself up and sliding back down. Learning the rhythm. Finding what feels good for both of us.
I grip her hips, careful of the remainder of my claws, and help her move. My eyes are fixed on where we’re joined, watching my green cock disappear into her body. This is the most erotic moment of my life. I have to focus hard to keep myself from coming too soon.
Her pace increases. I reach up to cup her breasts and pinch both of her nipples.
“Keric.” She’s panting now, her rhythm starting to falter. “I need—”
“I know.” I reach between us and find her clit, still swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm. I circle it with my thumb, matching the rhythm of her hips.
She cries out, her whole body shuddering.
“Come for me again,” I growl. “Come on my cock. I want to feel you.”
Her inner walls clamp down on me like a vice and her back arches. My female looks amazing. I watch her sexy body writhe above me. Her nails dig into my chest hard enough to draw blood. And she screams as her orgasm tears through her.
And then it’s my turn.
The clench of her pussy around my cock sends me over the edge.
I can’t stop it anymore. My vision whites out and my back arches off the stone floor.
A roar rips from my throat, loud and primal, echoing through the cave like thunder.
My cock throbs inside her, jetting copious amounts of seed deep.
Wave after wave of pleasure races down my spine, feeling so good it’s almost painful.
I’m filling her up. I grab her hips and hold her down, grinding up into her, making sure every drop goes where it belongs.
Aftershocks ripple through her, milking more seed from my cock.
When it finally ends, I’m gasping for breath. My whole body feels wrung out, destroyed in the best possible way.
Anna collapses onto my chest, sweaty and limp.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just breathe together. My seed leaks out around my softening cock and drips onto my thighs. A possessive growl rumbles in my chest.
“That was...” Anna starts.
“Not enough,” I finish.
She lifts her head, eyes wide. “What?”
I’m hardening again inside her. Already. I should be satisfied but my body wants to fill her again until she’s dripping with more of my seed, until there’s no doubt that I’ve started our first son inside her. “Again,” I growl.
Before she can respond, I flip us.
She gasps as her back hits the pile of clothes, my body covering hers. I’m still inside her, and the new position drives me deeper. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, her thick thighs squeezing me. “Keric—”
“I need to be over you,” I explain, with a raspy voice. “Need to cover you and fuck you properly.”
She stares up at me with dark eyes. “Do it.”
I pull back and thrust in slowly, savoring the feel of her.
This time I want to go slow and feel every inch of her wrapped around me.
I look down at where we are joined and watch as my green cock slides in and out of her, glistening with her arousal and my seed.
The sight makes me growl with satisfaction.
My female is small, but hardy enough to withstand my orc lust. The thought of her swollen with our son almost sends me over the edge.
I must focus on her pleasure, slowing down to make this last. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, thrusting deep. “So perfect. Taking my cock so well.”
She moans, her hands sliding up my arms to grip my shoulders.
I bend down to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips from when she kissed me earlier. I don’t care. I love that we’re mixed together, our scents and tastes combining into something new.
I keep my pace slow, building her pleasure gradually. I angle my hips to hit that spot inside her that made her gasp before. I reach between us to stroke her sensitive clit with every thrust.
“Keric. Please, harder. I need you to do it harder.”
A growl of satisfaction rumbles in my chest. I lift her slightly so I can increase my pace slightly, still savoring but giving her more. “I’ll always fuck you harder.”
She cries out with delight. Her thick thighs tighten around me.
I begin to pound into her and my female takes me like a champ.
She holds on tight and I snap my hips, filling her up with every motion, in and out.
Her heels dig into my ass, urging me deeper.
She’s close. I can feel it in the clasp of her walls and the desperate sounds she’s making.
“Come for me, Anna.” I thrust harder, deeper with every stroke.
Anna lets out a broken cry. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, rhythmic pulses that drag me over the edge with her.
This orgasm is different from the first. Less explosive, more profound.
It rolls through me in waves, deep and endless, as I jet myself inside her again.
I bury my face in her neck and groan her name as I fill her with more seed.
She holds me through it, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her legs locked around my waist.
When it finally ends, I’m truly spent.
I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she’s draped across my chest. My cock slips out of her and I feel more seed leak from her body onto my thigh.
I stroke her back lazily, too satisfied to move.
“We made a mess,” she murmurs against my chest.
“The good kind.” I press a kiss to her hair.
She laughs, the sound vibrating through both of us. “I agree.”
We lie there tangled together on our makeshift bed of clothes. The cave should be cold, but my body heat keeps her warm.
“I didn’t hurt you?” I ask.
“Well, I have a feeling it might be a bit difficult for me to walk tomorrow. But this is a good problem to have. I didn’t even know I could come three times in a row.” She lifts her head to look at me. “And how was your first time? Was it special for you, even though we’re stuck in a cave?”
I kiss her forehead. “It was the best moment of my life.” Pride swells in my chest. I pleased my Bride. My first and I made her come three times and filled her with my seed twice.
Not bad for a virgin.
“We should probably figure out how to get back to the commune,” she says reluctantly. “Everyone will be worried.”
“Later.” I tighten my arms around her. “I’m not ready to share you with the world yet.”
She settles back against my chest with a contented sigh. “Works for me.”
Silence falls between us, comfortable and warm. Her breathing starts to even out, and I realize she’s falling asleep.
And I fall asleep too.