Chapter 18 #3
He already knows. Maybe he can feel them coming.
Maybe he can taste them. I’m not even sure how that works, especially for an orc, but he’s definitely reacting to them.
He’s growling louder. Grunting with desperation.
His fingers dig into my thighs, hard enough to leave bruises, but the pain doesn’t even register.
“Yes! God YESSS!” I cry out, erupting with another jolt of bliss as he strokes my g-spot with his long tongue.
It feels like there’s no way to stop them now.
I’ve gone from too sensitive to climaxing two more times in a row to feeling them rush through my body one after another.
If this is what he has to do every time I taste his seed, then I’m ready to drink it like he downs grog.
I’ll take another spanking, if it means I end up spread-eagle on his bed, coming on his tongue.
But I promised him I wouldn’t. I won’t break my promise. If his touch is all I get, then I’ll learn to be grateful for it. I’ll make sure his needs are tended to, just like he’s tending to mine, even if all he requires is my hand.
Several smaller orgasms roll through me in waves, and it feels like I’m spent. I’m not numb, like I usually am after I climax, but I’m more sensitive. The weariness is settling in with an afterglow that makes it difficult for me to focus my vision.
“I think I’m done,” I groan, still feeling the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
He slowly withdraws his tongue and licks my folds. “One more, little human girl,” he growls, licking my folds again. “For me.”
For him? Maybe he likes it more than I realized. I relax my tired muscles, but that doesn’t last long, because his tongue plunges into me again. He thrusts it into me several times, an oral imitation of intercourse, making my walls flutter before he focuses again on my g-spot.
“Okay, I can manage one more,” I moan, gasping as I feel the sensitivity protesting his attention. “For you.”
I concentrate on the pleasure, my spent body jerking every time I feel his tongue move.
It’s not immediate, but it doesn’t take long for the pressure to build.
It’s weaker than before, like it’s as exhausted as I feel.
Except the pleasure isn’t enough to give me the release he demands.
It just builds and builds until the pressure is so tight I’m struggling to breathe.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I gasp.
He drives his tongue into me several times, then he settles again on my g-spot, licking with more ferocity than I’ve ever felt before.
That makes the bubbling pleasure swell until my entire body is shaking.
My muscles tense up. My toes curl and uncurl.
I’m definitely going to come again, and it’s going to be big.
“King Lix’tuk!” I keen his name, loud and long, my body shaking all over as the orgasm rips through my entire being.
Not just a big one. It might be as big as the orc who just siphoned it out of my soul.
I clench his tongue hard enough that he gets stuck deep inside me for a moment before he slithers free, every movement creating friction that prolongs my pleasure.
The orgasm peaks higher than any of the previous ones and it feels like I’m floating in the clouds for a moment before I crash back into his bed, body still twitching with the aftereffects.
Slowly, his tongue slides out of my fluttering pussy, and I miss the sensation as soon as he’s gone. He leans back and my juices are smeared around his mouth. In his beard. Some of it is dripping on the bed.
“There, that should have gotten it all out of your system,” he declares, glaring at me, but there’s something that looks suspiciously like pride in his eyes.
“Yes, I certainly think it did,” I breathe out, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Good, then it’s time for you to go back where you belong,” he dismisses me like what he just did was a trivial chore, releasing his grip on my thighs and grabbing my ankle.
He starts pulling me toward the foot of his bed and I whimper, my spanked ass rubbing against the fur. I brace myself to be thrown on the floor, but just like the last time, he catches my arm as I tumble, gently lowering me to the fur.
I look up at him and see that his loincloth is still tented, even more than it was when I was squirming against his bulge.
“Do you want me to help you out tonight?” I question meekly.
“That isn’t necessary,” he growls, leaning over and turning out the lights. “Go to sleep.”
I’m so exhausted that sleep should come easy, but I’m tingling so much that I find it difficult once he goes to bed. It sounds like he might be having difficulty too. I listen to him toss and turn a few times while I come down from the high of many multiple orgasms.
I keep waiting for him to call for me. For him to admit he wants me to touch him. Or just order me to. I don’t mind. But it doesn’t happen. After nearly an hour, I finally hear him snoring.
After everything he did to me, he still won’t let me do anything for him.
I guess this won’t be one of the nights he allows me to touch him.