CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lara
That strange feeling I’ve been getting since I arrived on the island intensifies, centering on Brokk. What in the world could it be? I feel it whenever he manipulates the vines—and how exactly is he so fast with the knots? It seems impossible. But it has to be him doing the knots and stuff, right? Because otherwise…
The large piercing at the base of his cock moves! I gasp, unable to believe it when the metal sphere extends outward, breaking into several long silver tentacles that shimmer with flickering pale-blue light. What. The. Actual. Fuck?
“Oh, my god. Ohmygod. Ohmy god !” My voice comes out breathy and fast, the words smearing together.
“This is certainly interesting.” Brokk smirks, and the ends of the tentacles stroke up my inner thighs. “I wondered what you most wanted. You really are into monsters, aren’t you?”
“How—” My voice cracks, and I swallow and try again. “How is this possible?”
“Magic.”
Magic. The kind of magic you find in Faerie. The kind of magic only a fae can do. So if Brokk has magic, then…
“You really are an orc!” I blurt.
He grins. “I really am.”
I thought this encounter with Brokk was living out my favorite fantasy of sex with an orc. I didn’t realize it wouldn’t be fantasy—that I’d actually be doing it for real.
And not simply an orc, either—one with magical tentacles emerging from the base of his dick!
He takes another step closer, and they glide over my pussy in a shiver of sensation. They move independently of each other, touching me everywhere. Two stroke and tease my clit, two plunge into my pussy, and two—
I moan as two tease my ass, using my dripping wetness to ease inside with a delicious tingle.
Brokk strokes my cheek, pushing his thumb into my mouth, where I suck on it greedily.
“Look at you, my good girl, getting all your pretty holes filled.”
Desire jolts through me at his words. God, he’s discovered my praise kink on top of all the monster extras.
He fists his cock in time with the thumb plunging in and out of my mouth. “You swallowed me down so well, but nothing’s going to feel as good as this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock.”
His thumb pops free of my mouth, and he fists my hair as he steps close enough to rub the head of his erection up and down my slick folds. “Say it. Say you want my cock.”
“I want it,” I gasp. “I want your cock.” God, I’ve never spoken truer words. He’s already licked me to a glorious orgasm, but it’s not enough. My body’s still hungry.
Heat flashes through me as he gathers a handful of orc seed and covers me in the creamy fluid, rubbing it into my breasts. His fingers pinch and pull my nipples until I whimper, my feet kicking at their restraints.
But I hang in midair, unable to get any real control over my body, spread wide and exposed in a way that makes me feel shivery and hot.
God, how did he know I needed this? Needed to be freed from the burden of responsibility so I can let go and enjoy? On normal days, I can keep the control-freak side of me somewhat calm, but ever since I got kidnapped, nothing’s been normal.
Brokk presses closer, the head of his magnificent cock stretching my entrance wide. God, he’s larger than even the biggest of my toys, and I have a pretty good selection of monster dildos at home.
His hand tightens in my hair, the roots stinging with a delicious little flash of pain. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
I can only whimper as he works his cock in and out of me, inch by amazing inch. The pressure, the fullness, the extra texture of the Jacob’s Ladder piercings—I’m already on overload. I squirm, caught in the vines. I can’t tell if my body’s trying to get closer or away. It just needs to move , to try to let out some of this overwhelming feeling.
The tentacles stroke my clit harder, and I come, a sharp wash of tingling delight spiraling out of me as I scream Brokk’s name.
He doesn’t stop moving, rocking into me, keeping the pleasure high, so that even as this orgasm recedes, I remain close to yet another.
God, is this what being multi-orgasmic feels like? I’ve never been that before. But then, no one’s ever been Brokk.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he groans. “Who’s my good girl, coming on my cock so sweetly?”
“I am,” I whisper.
“What’s that?” His fingers tighten on my hair, and he pulls almost all the way out, leaving my pussy feeling way too empty. “Say it—say all of it.”
“I’m your good girl.”
“Yes, you are.” He gives me a wicked, wicked smirk that makes my heart skip and thrusts forward, burying himself all the way in me.
I suck in a breath, holding it as the sensation of being filled completely for the first time in my life overwhelms me. His monster cock stretches me to the point of pain, but it’s the good kind of pain, the kind that makes the pleasure more intense.
Brokk groans, his head tipped back, the tendons of his neck standing out in sharp relief. “Goddess, Lara. You feel so fucking divine.”
Tentacles work over my clit, sending tingling warmth through me. My muscles relax, adjusting to his huge size, and Brokk starts to thrust. His hands grip my hips, pulling me onto his cock, the swing letting him move me exactly as he wants.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
More tentacles fill my ass, sliding in and out in time with his movements until I’m stuffed full everywhere, the sensation amazing.
Tied up like this, I can’t do anything but feel, and Brokk’s giving me so much to feel.
My muscles clamp down, and he grunts, his hips shooting forward, burying him even deeper. “Look at you,” he growls, his voice a guttural rasp. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”
I nod and bite my lip, the remnants of his seed sweet on my tongue.
But Brokk rocks back, holding me poised in midair. “No. Look .”
I glance down. Oh, god. Feeling the tentacles touch me while his massive cock slides into me is one thing—seeing it is quite another. I’m stretched so wide by his girth. It looks like it will never fit, but he slides into me slowly, making me watch every single inch disappear inside my pussy.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My gaze flicks up to find him watching me watch his cock fuck me, the look in his eyes so hot my muscles clamp tight around him.
He grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me fully onto his dick. Then he lets loose, pounding into me.
Each thrust shoots fire through my veins, makes whimpering wordless noises full of hunger and need fall from my lips. Gasping breaths suck in the smell of his seed and sex. My heart races in time with his movements. I become nothing but a creature of sensation.
And that sensation is pure pleasure.
The tentacles vibrate across my sensitive clit and plunge into my ass, adding to the tingling of my pussy until I become one throbbing ache of desire as I ride the edge.
“That’s it, my sweet Lara. Come on my cock.” Brokk speeds up. “Come for me, my good girl. Come for me now .”
Pleasure explodes through me, burning outward in a flash of fire that makes my entire body sing. My heart thunders in my ears as I scream, shaking, caught by the swing, held pinned by his dick.
With a couple more thrusts, Brokk pulls out. He roars as hot come splashes across my stomach and breasts and face, every muscle in his body locked rigid by the force of his orgasm.
We stay like that for several long minutes, pressed together as we try to catch our breath.
A flicker of that special sensation—magic—shivers through the air, and the vines holding my feet and wrists relax until I sit on the “seat” of the swing, my hands draped around his neck. This is the only thing I missed about being bound—the ability to touch him. I make up for it now, running my hands over the strong width of his shoulders and upper arms. I nuzzle into his chest, giving him little kisses that taste of his skin.
He starts to pull away, and I cling harder, feeling a little vulnerable after everything we just did.
“It’s okay.” He smoothes a hand down my back and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m not letting you go.”