CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lara
Brokk’s cock becomes my entire world as he buries it deep within me. There’s nothing but my pussy, stretched and stuffed full, just like my little monsterfudger heart always dreamed of.
“Goddess, you feel divine.” He pulls out a few inches and slams in again. “You’re so fucking wet for me, my good girl.”
I whimper, speared by the dual pleasures of his cock and his words. Then two tentacles reach my clit and stroke, one on either side. My legs strain, trying to pull my knees apart so I can spread wider for him, but I can’t move. It’s really frustrating… and also really fucking hot.
Brokk’s huge cock pins me in place, his grip on my hips unbreakable. More tentacles slide through my wetness to tease my ass in a tingle of sensation. Then they plunge inside, moving in time with his thrusts.
I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“I wish you could see this,” Brokk growls, his voice a deep rasp. “My big green cock’s filling your pink little pussy so full.”
Lust spikes through me at his words.
“Do you remember how that looks? My huge cock disappearing inside of you?” His fingers dig into my hips as he plunges deep. “It’s fucking beautiful. It’s a revelation. They should paint murals twenty feet tall.”
“Oh, god. Oh, god.” My hands scrabble at the ground, pushing my butt back toward him. The pleasure is overwhelming, ratcheting upward with his every movement until each thrust feels like a mini-orgasm. My muscles clamp down, tightening around him.
“That’s it,” Brokk groans. “Squeeze me tightly. You’re taking my cock like such a good girl.”
Tingling warmth bursts outward in little pulses of delight, over and over. I ride the edge of orgasm, panting for air as my heart races. All I can smell is Brokk, leather and pine mixed with the intoxicatingly sweet scent of his seed.
The tentacles in my ass swell, getting even bigger, the double penetration filling me so full my brain short circuits. More of them slide over my clit, and I’m coming, fire flashing through my body as my back arches and I scream.
Brokk plunges forward, burying his dick fully and holding it there as I spasm around him. He groans, his fingers kneading my flesh. “Fuck, yes. Come all over my cock like the good girl you are.”
Then he starts moving again, thrusting in and out of me as my head collapses down onto my folded arms. Only his grip on my hips keeps my butt high.
Pleasure continues to shiver through me, so intense it rides the edge of pain. I whimper, lost to sensation.
“You’re going to come again for me, Lara.”
I shake my head, not because I want to deny him, but because I don’t know if I can survive another orgasm that powerful.
“Yes, you will. You’re going to come again.” His thrusts speed up, our bodies slapping together with filthy wet noises that only make me hotter. “Look at you, my cock filling your pretty pussy, my stud filling your ass. You love this, don’t you, my dirty girl? You love being stuffed so full.”
I nod, but that’s not enough.
“Say it.” He pulls me back onto his cock. “Say you love it.”
“I love it,” I pant. “I love it so much.”
“Good girl.”
I moan, my pussy clenching with excitement at his words. God, I’m a slut for praise. Exactly as he said, I love it.
“Fuck,” Brokk groans, his hips snapping forward. “Milk my cock just like that.”
I squeeze again and again, timing them with each thrust, as the tingles build, expanding outward to fill my whole body.
“Come for me,” Brokk says, the tentacles stroking over my clit more firmly. “Come for me, my good girl.”
My body is his to command, his words sparking a fire that explodes into an orgasm so intense I can only give a strangled gasp as the edges of my vision go dark and I see stars.
My pussy flutters around his thick girth, and he hangs on for several seconds before pulling out, hot come splattering all over my ass and thighs as Brokk roars my name.
His weight presses me into the ground for several delicious moments, the swell of his knot a wonderfully firm lump against my ass. Then he rolls us onto our sides and pulls me close, spooning me, one hand splayed across my stomach. He nuzzles the top of my head, pressing little kisses and whispering, “My good girl.”
I snuggle back into him with a sigh, my body wrung out and so fully satiated I slip into a dreamlike state that’s not quite sleep but is the most peaceful my mind’s been in years.
Mmm. It feels like paradise. I want to stay here forever .
After a while, Brokk finally stirs. Gentle hands glide the catsuit up my body, freeing my trapped legs and dressing me. Then he relights the fire. Once it begins to burn, he adds a couple of larger logs and returns to me. Brokk props me upright against a tree trunk and slices open a couple of passion fruit. While I eat, licking the sweet and tangy juice from my fingers, he cooks the birds, bringing me the hot meat.
My mind’s still at peace as we finish dinner.
Is this what meditation does for people? I tried it years ago, and it never worked for me, my brain either wandering off into a daydream or too busy making lists. Guess I found a new way to do it—meditation by orc cock.
I grin, a soft chuckle escaping my lips.
He smiles over at me, his tusks flashing in the firelight.
God, I love his smile. He always looks fierce and strong on my book covers, but his smile…
My heart skips, realization crashing over me. It’s not just his smile I love. It’s him.
I love Brokk.