Chapter 16 #3
“Should I stop?” I ask gently after stroking him for several minutes.
“No,” he growls, reaching down and grabbing my wrist. He holds it, then pulls the covers away before letting go. “But if you’re going to do it, just fucking do it. Stop teasing me through the blankets.”
He sounds annoyed. Maybe a little frustrated. But he’s given me permission, so I lower my hand until I feel the hot, hard flesh. I’ve only seen male anatomy in books, and those were just artistic renditions. None of them were hard like King Lix’tuk is.
“Oh!” I say, feeling textured ridges on his cockhead.
“Mm,” he groans. “Those are really sensitive for orcs, but we don’t like having them rubbed like that.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, lowering my hand, wrapping my fingers around his girth.
As I move my hand along his length, I realize the ridges on the swollen head aren’t the only thing that makes orc anatomy different.
There’s also something smooth on the underside that runs along his entire length and feels similar to a bone or tusk.
Not that I’ve ever touched a tusk before, but they look similar to bones.
“Humans don’t have this, do they?” I ask, tracing my finger along the smooth surface.
“No,” he growls. “That’s sensitive too, but not like the head. You can rub that. Tighter. Make a fist. You can’t squeeze me hard enough to hurt.”
“Okay,” I say nervously.
I can’t quite make a fist around his enormous cock, but adjust my grip until he groans each time I slide my hand along his length.
I’m not sure if I’m doing it right, but he seems to be enjoying it.
He’s groaning and grunting a little louder each time I stroke him.
His cock is throbbing. Something sticky is leaking onto my hand.
I assume it’s a sign that he’s close, but I’m not sure.
I squirmed against him longer than this.
“Use this so there’s less to clean up,” he groans, tossing some sort of fabric over my hand.
I try to position the rag near his cockhead, but it’s hard to keep it in the right place in the dark, and I’m more worried about his pleasure than the mess. I’ve finally found the right pressure. The right rhythm. His hips are moving in unison with my strokes and his breathing is heavier.
Then I feel the smooth hard ridge on the underside of his cock twitch a few times.
A second later he lets out a loud grunt and erupts.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but there’s a lot more seed than I anticipated.
Catching it all with the rag is impossible.
I do my best, but the thick fluid covers my hand, and one spurt misses the rag entirely, splattering all over the front of my gown.
I feel the sticky warmth as it seeps into the silk.
“That’s enough,” he growls, pushing my hand away and covering himself with the blanket. “Go to bed.”
“I hope that helped,” I say, his seed still dripping from my hand.
He doesn’t respond, so I wipe my hand the best I can with the rag. I feel around in the dark until I find the pile of dirty clothes and drop the rag on the top.
There’s still orc seed on my gown when I lie down on the furs at the foot of his bed. The smell is a little unusual. It’s a musky sweetness, and as much as I hate to admit it, I really like the scent. I’m also a little curious, so I drag my finger through what hasn’t seeped into my gown.
I sniff it a few times, inhaling the pleasant aroma.
I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t resist sticking my finger in my mouth to taste it.
I slurp a drop off the tip of my finger, letting it linger on my tongue.
It tastes even better than it smells. Earthy and sweet.
Tasting him almost makes me tingle between the legs, like my body is reacting to it.
I whimper a little, squeezing my thighs together.
“Did you taste me, little human girl?” he growls.
I freeze, finger still partially in my mouth. I quickly remove it, unsure if I should be honest or lie. I don’t want to upset him, but I don’t really want to admit I was tasting his seed. That’s embarrassing. But lying to him doesn’t seem like a good idea either.
“Um, y-yes. I’m sorry, Your M-Majesty,” my embarrassment making me stutter. “I was just curious.”
“Did you like it?” he asks quietly.
I feel some heat creep up my neck. A blunt question, and the answer is even more embarrassing than admitting I tasted him.
“Yes,” I admit shyly.
He growls and rolls over in bed. I can’t tell if he’s upset or not. He’s quiet long enough for me to believe he isn’t going to respond, so I start getting comfortable. As comfortable as I can be with orc seed on my gown, the scent still teasing me every time I take a breath.
“Tomorrow,” he growls, his voice rougher than before. “I’m putting you over my knee.”
“For tasting you?” I whisper, swallowing hard, feeling a ripple in my core.
“Yes,” he confirms. “And after I’m done punishing you, little human girl? Since you tasted me, I’m going to find out exactly how you taste.”
I stare at the ceiling with wide eyes. I’m getting another spanking. I don’t know if it’ll be painful like the first one or more playful like the second time I was over his knee. But he’s going to do more than spank me this time. More than touch me, too.
My core clenches and unclenches with anticipation.
I’m not sure how I’ll taste to an orc who thinks a human will sour his bed.