Chapter 14 #2
“Oh!” I squeal, jolting a little when the tail brushes against my sensitive folds instead of my legs.
“You’re still wet and needy, aren’t you?” he growls, sitting back down on the bed. “I won’t send you to bed like that, don’t worry.”
He pulls me over his lap and I wait for him to remove the tail, but he doesn’t. His finger move between my legs and starts stroking my slick folds, which makes me whimper with pleasure.
“Yes, oh god, I need it,” I gasp, my shudders causing me to squeeze the tail, which creates an unusual, but not unpleasant sensation. “Don’t stop.”
His touch gets a little more aggressive.
He runs a hand along my bare skin, fondles my breasts and toys with my nipples until they pebble.
Just when I’m getting used to the new stimulation, his thick finger moves to my entrance and pushes in just enough to make me gasp.
I clench the tail, my pussy fluttering on his finger.
I feel an ache that makes me want him to push it deeper, but he doesn’t.
He teases me for a few minutes, then his finger returns to my clit, rubbing furious.
I lose focus after that, because his finger causes the pressure to build inside me.
It’s gentle at first, like his finger. Then it continues expanding like a bubble, tightening and lingering there.
I’m right on the cusp of going over the edge, but not quite.
Every time I jerk, I clench on the plug in my bottom hole.
After a few minutes, I start liking the extra pressure.
I grind my hips, liking the way the tail brushes against my skin too.
“This feels amazing,” I whimper all the sensations blending together. “I’m really glad orcs finish what they start.”
“Yes, we do,” he growls. “Now come for your king like a good little pet.”
“Yes!” I cry out.
My hips move more erratically as he finally pushes me over the edge into beautiful bliss.
I come even harder than I did last night, bucking underneath the hands on my skin.
I’m breathless for a moment. I stop squirming as several aftershocks roll through my core, each one of them causing the pressure from the tail to amplify the pleasure.
Then I start moving again, forcing myself to rub against his erection.
“You can stop squirming, little human girl,” he says, moving his hand away from my clit and slapping my ass.
“Did you…” I whisper.
“I never had any intentions of that,” he growls. He shoves me off his lap, but instead of letting me fall, he holds my arm and drapes me across the furs. I’m grateful, because it takes a moment to position myself with the tail. “Time to sleep.”
He turns off the artificial torches and gets into bed.
I stay where he left me, dazed, a little buzzed, and unsure what just happened.
Why did he want me to rub against him if it was only going to be a tease?
Does he hate humans so much, even that disgusts him?
He was hard but still kept a loincloth between us.
And he didn’t remove my tail. I can still feel the pressure, but I’ve gotten used to it.
I don’t think it will cause any issues, even if it’s a little uncomfortable.
I don’t get to dwell on it long before I fall asleep, still wondering whether being wanted by King Lix’tuk is better or worse than being hated by him.
The next morning, I’m awakened by a nudge of his boot. He’s fully dressed, glaring at me like my father used to when I overslept. One thing about sleeping in a one room shack with really thin walls. You get really used to sleeping through anything.
“Time to get up,” he growls. “Go make coffee.”
“Yes, King Lix’tuk,” I mumble, wiping my eyes and reaching for my robe.
“Hold still,” he says, putting a hand on my shoulder.
He reaches down and gently eases the tail out of my bottom hole. I let out a breath of relief, especially when the next thing he removes is the collar.
“You don’t want me to keep being your pet?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Not like this,” he growls. “I was drunk and got carried away.”
King Lix’tuk tosses everything back in the bag, then leaves the room.
I quickly put my robe on and follow him, the robe dusting the floor behind me.
He’s already gone by the time I get to the hallway.
I hurry to the kitchen and make the coffee.
His is ready, and I’m adjusting the ingredients in mine when he walks through the door.
“Is it safe for me to get my coffee or are you going to spit on me?” he rumbles, his glare less intimidating than normal.
“I’m drinking mine right by the sink,” I say, leaning against it. “And I’m sure I won’t have much, considering how strong it is.”
“Make breakfast,” he grunts, grabbing his cup of coffee and walking into the dining hall.
I look through the fridges until I find what looks like breakfast. Eggs, meats.
Possibly an orc biscuit? It’s red and squishy.
I put the first plate in the Reviver and wait ten seconds.
When I pull it out, the aroma overpowers the blackroot for a moment.
Scrambled eggs, and there’s a melted heap of cheese covering them now.
My mouth waters as I put the plate to the side.
I bring his plate to the dining hall and put it down in front of him. He stares at it for a second and I realize I forgot the utensils. I mutter an apology, rush to the kitchen, and retrieve them. Finally, I get my plate and join him. He’s already devoured half his meat.
“Eggs were a luxury back home. I always loved them,” I say, picking up the orc-sized fork. “Especially with cheese.”
“That’s the only way orcs eat them,” he growls. “I wonder where humans get eggs from. We don’t supply them with those anymore.”
“No idea,” I say, shrugging slightly. “Chickens from… somewhere?”
“Obviously,” he chuckles, shaking his head.