Chapter 21
Clover
I’m not sure if I’m going to regret offering to use my mouth, but I’m about to find out.
I want this to be as pleasurable for King Lix’tuk as possible. He seems to like tasting me, and I’m not scared of tasting him. I’m just worried about the size.
“Remember. Pat my thigh,” he warns, getting more comfortable on the bed. “Hard enough for me to feel it.”
“I’ll remember,” I say.
I open my mouth as wide as I can, my lips brushing his ridged head as I take it into my mouth. He said he didn’t like these ridges rubbed when I did it with my hand, but when I gently suck on it, like I’ve heard other girls describe, I feel every one of them throb against my tongue.
He doesn’t protest, so I take that as a positive sign and do it again. This time, I get a taste of his seed on my tongue. There was already a little pre-cum on his head, but now it’s in my mouth. I guess it’s okay if I swallow it.
My jaw aches a little, but I keep moving my lips along his length, feeling the smooth ridge along the bottom react to my tongue.
He hits the back of my throat once I’m halfway down his cock, so I start moving my head, trying to mimic what the girls described.
I wish I had paid closer attention, rather than blushing and trying to ignore it.
“You learn very well,” he growls, his words sounding like praise. “Nothing for me to teach you. So far.”
So far? I’m not sure what that means. But I can manage this okay.
If I time my breathing right, it’s not a challenge to move my lips along his length.
I can tell he’s enjoying it based on the way he’s throbbing.
Not just the ridges now, I can feel it pulsing through the hard flesh. He’s also breathing a little harder.
I take him into my mouth again and again, finding a rhythm that occasionally rewards me with a drop of pre-cum.
But he doesn’t seem to be getting any closer to climaxing.
Not like when I was stroking him with my hand.
He’s just gently throbbing against my tongue and in the back of my throat, grunting softly.
“As enjoyable as this is, you’re going to have to put my entire cock in your mouth if you expect me to finish in it,” he chides, his large hand settling on my head.
The weight of his hand makes it hard for me to raise my head, and I start choking on his length, the ridged head pushing into the back of my throat painfully. My hand hovers over his thigh. I don’t want to give up, but I may not have a choice.
“Swallow, little human girl,” he instructs gently. “Open your throat for me. It may be difficult the first time, but you’re more than capable.”
I don’t remember this part of the whispered naughtiness between the older girls in Troona. But if he expects it, then it must be possible. Even if he’s never had a human in his bed before, I’m sure he would know if it wasn’t something human girls can do.
I swallow desperately, feeling him sink deeper into my throat, his hand still making it difficult to pull back. This is much more difficult than I realized. Maybe I should give up and tap his thigh. Admit I’m too weak.
No. Troona Clover didn’t know how, but Zrogmul Clover uses her weakness to her advantage.
I look up at him with determination in my eyes, meeting his dark stare. Then I swallow more, my lips going down his length. I feel him throb in my throat and he groans. He relaxes his hand, just enough for me to pull back.
I catch my breath, then swallow him again, almost greedily, and that’s enough for another delicious taste of his seed. I don’t stop my whimpers when it’s rough. I don’t hold back my gags or my distress. I let him see every bit of my weakness as I struggle to please him.
“Good girl,” he praises, tightening his grip on my scalp and pushing the last few inches into my mouth.
He holds me there until I raise my hand to tap his thigh, then his grip loosens. I get a moment to breathe, realizing I have more control here than I initially understood. He doesn’t want me to quit. He wants me to finish what I started. I’ve offered him my mouth, and I want to give it to him.
“Keep your throat open. I want to fuck it,” he commands, letting me breathe for a moment before thrusting into my mouth.
He holds my head in place and rolls his hips, driving his length into my throat. I quickly learn to time my swallows. My breaths. My control has now narrowed to a hand resting on his thigh, ready to tap furiously if this becomes too much.
But he’s throbbing harder. Grunting louder. He’s getting closer to his release. All I have to do is trust him. Endure the rough parts. Remember I can stop him if I need to.
After several minutes of having my mouth ravaged by his thick cock, I start to feel the rhythm. The roughness doesn’t terrify me, once I get used to it. I start whining and groaning, rubbing my thighs together. I’m getting aroused again.
“You’re getting used to tasting my seed,” he growls. “Your body is already reacting to it. There’s a lot more coming, don’t worry.”
I feel a twinge of panic in my stomach. Am I going to have to swallow all of it?
I may not even have to swallow it all. My lips are stretched around the cock that’s in my throat.
If the throbs I feel mean he’s as close as I think he is, some of it will be in my belly before I get a chance to swallow.
“Mmph, mmmph,” I gurgle with concern, feeling his movements get more erratic.
“Fuck!” he roars, his grip tightening and pushing until my lips are against his balls and his entire huge cock is down my throat.
He grabs my hair, holds my head, and plows into my throat while I choke.
It only takes a few seconds of hard thrusting before my mouth is flooded by his seed, some of it seeping past my compressed lips.
But that’s just a fraction of his release.
I feel several eruptions into my stomach, then I start swallowing it, almost like I’m in a daze, the taste so incredible I feel like I could devour it for weeks and never need to breathe.
“That’s it, little human girl. You wanted me to use your mouth,” he croons. “Now you get to find out what you offered me.”
I just keep sucking and swallowing, like my body doesn’t know how to stop doing it. I don’t need oxygen right now. I’m not sure why. I should need to breathe, but the need is just missing. Cum is dribbling down my chin, but I don’t have the willpower to wipe it away.
“This part only lasts a few minutes,” he groans his words while in the midst of his orgasm. “There’s the warning you like so much.”
He just keeps erupting in my mouth, every throb of pleasure making me groan helplessly on his cock. If I don’t swallow on my own, my mouth fills up until the daze makes me swallow it all. Then another eruption starts filling my mouth again.
At least I know I’m not going to asphyxiate and die, thinking I no longer need to breathe. This is a side effect of his release. Getting so much of it at once, perhaps. I can certainly feel it in my system. I might be more aroused now than I was before I felt his tongue.
He doesn’t seem overwhelmed with pleasure, but he’s certainly enjoying it. Every time I gulp down more of his seed, his cock twitches in my mouth. He grunts. His muscles tense and shudder. I moan around his cock then get my mouth filled with another burst of thick cum.
Finally, after several minutes pass, his cock begins to go limp. I get control of my body and I’m able to pull back, immediately gasping for air. More seed trickles from the head of his cock and I can’t resist licking it off.
“You could have… warned me… a lot earlier… about that,” I breathe out, looking up at him.
“Wouldn’t have stopped you now, would it?” he chuckles dryly.
“No,” I admit, looking down.
“Spread your legs,” he growls, sitting up. “I can already smell how turned on you are. You won’t always get this needy after you taste me, but you will until you get more used to it.”
“Right now, it feels like there’s a fire down there,” I groan, obediently rolling over and letting my legs fall open. Even the cool breeze between them is a relief.
“I’ll put it out, don’t worry,” he rumbles.
I thought my place was at the foot of King Lix’tuk’s bed. But right now, I’m really glad he’s letting me stay in it a little bit longer. I’d never be able to sleep if he sent me down there like this.
Thankfully, I don’t have to. He moves between my thighs and lowers himself until I feel his tusks against my skin. Then I feel his tongue moving against my wet folds. He holds me with one hand, then presses his thumb to my clit. He begins massaging it gently as his tongue pushes into my entrance.
“Oh wow,” I breathe out.
His tongue starts slow, then gets faster, plunging into me as fast as he was pumping his cock into my throat. Every time his tongue is driven into my pussy, he licks my g-spot, like an extra tease that makes me shudder with bliss.
Then his tongue seems to be everywhere at once. Flat and wide, licking from my entrance to my clit. Thick at my entrance as it pushes in. Long as it extends deep into my virgin passage, making my walls flutter on the wet intruder. It’s overwhelming, but in a good way.
Swallowing most of his release has definitely done something to me.
I’m wetter than before. More aroused than I ever have been in my life.
Every time my body jerks or twitches with pleasure, I feel the fullness in my stomach.
I’m really glad he didn’t send me to the foot of his bed after I made him come, because this is torture, and he’s the only one who can free me from the torment.
“Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I beg breathlessly, squirming as his finger returns to my clit and stays there while he drives his tongue into my pussy.
I know he won’t. Orcs finish what they start.
He’s getting close to finishing me. Once, at least. I’m not sure if that will be enough after gulping down his seed.
But I’d do it again, regardless of the consequences.
I just wanted to make him feel good. Feel useful to him in some way.
Now I’ve got his taste on my tongue, and I’m so turned on I’d love to have him in my mouth again.
His persistence causes the pressure to build inside me.
Every flick of his tongue against my g-spot causes the pressure to tighten.
Every rotation of his thumb on my clit makes me quiver.
The quivers turn into trembles as I get closer.
My pussy begins fluttering on his tongue, unable to grip the slickness.
“Oh god!” I cry out, my hips bucking as I come.
It seems like it’s just going to be one big one, but as it peaks, his tongue keeps moving inside me in unison with the thumb pressing on my clit.
I come a second time before I’m finished with the first one, then they just start tearing through my body like explosions in my core.
I can’t speak. I can’t even scream. All I can do is come.
He growls and grunts once the chain reaction begins, like he wants to taste every single one of them. I come on his tongue until every release makes me a little weaker. Finally, I feel one slow ripple that lingers for a few seconds, then several aftershocks.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I catch my breath. “I’m really glad you didn’t make me go to sleep like that.”
His tongue gently slides out of my pussy, and he kisses my twitching entrance. “No, that wouldn’t have been very fair. But like I said, you’ll get used to it. It won’t always cause such an intense reaction.”
King Lix’tuk stretches out beside me. I’m too weary to open my eyes for several minutes.
I just enjoy the afterglow and the last few trembles of bliss that radiate through my core.
Finally, I open my eyes and push myself up.
I start crawling toward the foot of his bed, but he puts a hand on the back of my thigh.
“You don’t have to sleep down there. The bed is big enough for both of us,” he mumbles. “Just stay on your side.”
My heart skips a beat. He’s letting me sleep in his bed? He’s not worried I’ll sour it simply because I’m human?
I don’t argue or ask any questions. I turn and crawl to the other side of the bed, collapsing face down against the pillow. I’m a little chilled, so I reach for some of the fur blankets. I touch one, but he is there first, tugging it up to cover me.
“Goodnight, Clover,” he says quietly, leaning over and turning out the light.
“Goodnight, King Lix’tuk,” I manage, feeling so warm, comfortable, and spent that I know I’ll be asleep in a matter of seconds.
I don’t know if this is mercy, and he’ll only let me spend one night in his bed, or if this is my new place. Beside him, instead of sleeping on a pile of fur at the foot of his bed like a pet.
But this is where I’ll happily stay, as long as he wants me here.