Chapter 10
Vienne
I don’t know what I thought was going to happen, but I didn’t expect him to start this way. The orc is lavishing attention on my breasts, nipping and licking and sucking them like a professional. He’s naked on top of me, and I feel it the moment his cock nudges at my thighs.
Damn. That thing is big. When Graz got out of the water naked and I saw it... I was thrilled and afraid at the same time. The tip appears to be wet, too, because I feel moisture drag over my thigh, leaving a smear behind as Graz squeezes one breast in his hand and plucks my nipple with his teeth.
I can’t help but moan at the combination of pleasure and pain. His eyes shoot up to mine at the sound, and his pupils are huge and black, his brows lowered in concentration. Our gazes remain locked as he weaves his hand down my belly, smoothing his palm over the skin like he’s testing out the feel of me.
Raiden certainly never did this much foreplay, and here’s an orc showing him up.
In turn, I sample the texture of Graz’s arms underneath the hair that covers his chest, arms, and legs. Then I run my hands to his broad shoulders and his thick neck. It isn’t obvious how big he is when he’s at a distance, but right here on top of me, it’s impossible not to notice the size of him, just how much muscle is packed underneath that green skin.
Graz is still staring at me as he explores farther south, down between my legs. I spread them for him, because I know where this needs to go, and a smile plays at the edge of his mouth.
Are you excited? he asks, running his finger through the hair at the juncture of my thighs. I wriggle, waiting for him to go lower. Do you want me, little human? Do you want an orc to fuck you?
I know I shouldn’t, but all I want is the next step, the following page, the final act. Graz releases my breast, rising up over me on the pedestal with his cock alert, waiting for my answer. But I’ve already thrown caution to the wind and left the Corps. Besides, who’s he going to tell? Raiden’s on the coast somewhere hunting for treasure. No one can see me but this orc.
Graz peers down at me, his hand just inches away from where I want it to be.
Yes , I answer. Are you going to touch me now, or what?
That tickle at the side of his mouth erupts into a smug smirk. This guy has an attitude on him.
He slides his palm lower, finally coasting the pads of his fingers over my sex. His brow lifts, and he leans down closer.
You’re wet . His voice is low, even in his thoughts. Did it turn you on that much?
I grit my teeth because I know what he wants, and I’m not going to give him compliments.
Don’t worry, he says. I’ll make you sing soon enough.
Then he sinks his finger into me. It’s just the tip, just exploratory, but he’s right—I’m wet and I’m excited. He drags it upward, right over the tip of my clit, which makes me gasp and twitch. Graz lowers his lids as he does it again, gently brushing over me, and my hips jerk. He cups my pussy in his hand, dipping his finger inside me again to soak it in my wetness.
He’s slow and methodical about his teasing, which is slowly driving me mad—winding me up, one little touch at a time, urging me from one flight of stairs to the next. All with his hand.
Raiden couldn’t dream.
I’m about to erupt when suddenly, Graz slows down, and rubs his fingers up and down my swollen outer lips. But I’m desperate now, craving so much more.
Why did you stop? I demand.
Graz chuckles, then pushes my legs wider. He creeps downward, and I squeak as he hooks his hands under my thighs.
Wait, what are you doing? I don’t know why I’m asking the question when it’s perfectly clear where he’s headed. He’s going to eat me out, when there’s really no need for that. I thought we just had to have sex for this to work.
Damn. The orc huffs in a deep breath, and his eyes look even more blown-out than before. You smell... incredible.
What?! I reach down to push him away, but I’m too late. Graz shoves his face between my legs, licking from my seam all the way up to my clit, which he ravenously circles, then slurps up between his lips.
I’ve never, ever had someone go down on me like this before, and I’m entranced. He’s licking every part of me, exploring it with his tongue, reaching inside me with it and pressing everywhere, and that steady ache he’d been building in me earlier billows up into a flame.
Oh, fuck , I think, and it’s the last two coherent words that come out of me. That tongue and those lips are whipping me into a storm, a whirling dervish that grows wilder with each passing second.
Then, a sturdy finger presses inside me. I’m so wet that it goes through easily, slipping between the lips of my pussy. The invasion is surprising and deliciously welcome, and my hips buck as he thrusts it in deep.
Graz moans against my clit, pausing momentarily in assaulting it.
So small , he says, his thoughts coated with lust. And sopping wet. His finger withdraws, then slides back in, matching the tempo of his mouth. Do you like getting eaten out by an orc?
Yes! I don’t want him to stop. Yes, I do!
He grunts with satisfaction, licking faster, thrusting faster. I’m startled when the lightning bolt strikes me, spreading from where Graz is sucking me dry up my spine and into my arms and legs. I can’t help but cry out, my thighs squeezing tight around his head even as he continues fucking me with his tongue and fingers, extending my finish as far as he can.
That’s fucking delicious , Graz announces when he lifts his head, his hand sliding out of me with an obscene sound. I’ve never had anything like it. Every perfect meal put together. His eyes are glittering, like he’s just experienced something that’s changed his life forever.
Graz crawls upward until he’s fully surrounding me, bracketing me with his huge arms. The big orc is panting, his face soaked. I’ve never seen someone go so absolutely wild on pussy before.
Holy hell. I reach up to touch his cheek. He looks so strange, so different with those big tusks of his and his yellow eyes—but I think that perhaps, he’s also beautiful.
Or is that just because he ate me out like I was his last meal? I must be drunk on it.
Graz leans down so his face is much closer to mine, his hot breath gusting over my cheeks. His expression is oddly vulnerable, like he’s awaiting my judgment. His lips are parted, and they’re thick and full as they wrap around his tusks. His eyes are heated, but still he hovers, like he’s afraid of the next step.
But now I want nothing more. The ripples of my orgasm finally ebb, leaving me even more needy, even more empty than before.
So I raise my head, fueled by pure need and instinct, and press my lips to his.
* * *
Graz
Oh. All right.
She’s kissing me, and for too long I sit there, stunned. I didn’t expect this to become, well, intimate.
Then Vienne pulls back, licking her lips awkwardly. Her cheeks are a perfect blush pink.
Sorry, she says.
But I liked it. I liked it quite a bit. I lower myself on my elbows, our bodies pressing together on the pedestal.
Her uncertainty grows. I didn’t mean to ? —
Interrupting her, I smash my mouth against hers. Vienne’s lips open in surprise under mine, and I take the opportunity to lick the lower one. When I nibble it with my teeth, her whole body jolts underneath me, her breasts pushing enticingly into my chest.
My cock is roaring for attention, so I grind it against her hips, the fur between her thighs tickling the shaft as I kiss her harder. The idea of burying it inside this small woman is no longer a horrifying idea, but one I’m ravenous for. And besides, no one who would judge me will ever know.
It’s as if all of my senses have heightened. Now I can smell her, and it’s absolutely intoxicating all around me. Her skin, still cold from her bathing, is blissfully soft under my hands as I grip her hips. I can hear each one of her gasping breaths in my ears and in my mouth as I push her lips apart, then explore with my tongue. Hers is waiting for me, and the taste of her...
Even more of my blood flows into my groin. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Then, I remember I can still kiss her while I’m inside her, and I break away to breathe in air. Vienne’s cheeks are hot and red, her lips swollen, her blue eyes as big and deep as the sky. I could drown in them.
I reach down between us, remembering just how small she was when I slipped my finger inside her. I hope that she can open up for me.
Finding her even wetter than before, I’m immensely pleased as I push that finger in again, circling it inside her until I manage to slip a second one through. She squeezes artfully around me, her eyelids drifting to half-mast. A moan rewards me as I explore deeper, spreading her wider.
I think she wants my cock, and that’s the most marvelous prize of them all.
Biting my lip to keep my snarling instincts at bay, I pump my hand faster, spreading my fingers apart to open her for me. Vienne’s little body clenches, her hips jerking against me with each movement. I’m already leaking for her, ready to cover her with my seed.
At last, I’m able to fit three fingers inside her, and now I think she’s ready. She bites into her lip, squeaking.
Just getting you prepared for me, I assure her, twisting my hand and thrusting it faster. She’s so slick that they easily move, and I can feel the delightfully soft texture of her cunt with each stroke.
It’s time.
* * *
Vienne
I know what Graz is doing, and it’s wise since I’ve seen just how well-endowed he is. Perhaps he’s normal for an orc, but I’ve never seen an orc’s cock before, so I have nothing to compare it to.
Are you ready for me? he asks in a thick voice. We’re both starving now, and I dig my fingers deep into the green flesh of his arms as he withdraws his hand from between my legs.
Do it. My body lifts toward his as if drawn by a magnet. Give me everything.
With a sturdy grunt, Graz sits back on his thighs and grabs my legs, pulling them apart. He strokes himself as he gazes down at me, eclipsing the green head of his cock with his foreskin, then pulling it away again to leave the surface slick. His yellow eyes are focused on my pussy, and he guides himself toward it with his mouth ajar, slipping between my lower lips.
Oh, fuck . I can’t help the thought as that wide crown burrows its way inside me, soft and yet insistent. I’m just as needy for him as I am afraid that he might split me in half. My body struggles to accommodate him as he shoves himself in farther, that head asking me to open for it.
The more he stretches me, the greater the billow of pleasure spiraling up through my whole body. Somehow it’s as wonderful as it is uncomfortable, delightful and delicious while I struggle to take it.
Shh , Graz murmurs, halting his progress. I realize I’ve been letting out little mewls. He looks down at me, his eyes soft as his thumb glances over my lip. Let it settle.
The sureness in his voice brings me down, and I let my head fall back and my muscles release. More of that thick cock slips into me, and I focus on allowing it inside.
Graz moans as he sinks in, filling every part of me, completely stuffing me. All my edges are widening for him, my body giving to him with pleasure.
There we are , he says, stroking my thigh as he pulls his hips back, withdrawing nearly to leaving me. You’re doing so well. His second thrust is deeper but easier, and I expel a heavy breath as he pauses there, letting me adjust to him. His gaze is intent on me, his teeth gritted as he holds himself back.
He’s making sure I enjoy this, and the care he’s taking with me fans the flames of a slowly-growing fire.
Again Graz cants his hips back, and again he delves into me, somehow managing to fit even more of himself there. I’m wordless, enthralled, my nails digging into his arms as he continues gripping his cock.
I’m not even halfway inside you , Graz says with awe. His hand falls away, and he leans over me as he plunges in once more. I don’t know how that’s possible when I’ve already taken so much, but somehow I’m able to give another inch.
A cry slips out of me, and the unbearable wonder of the stretch has a trail of unfamiliar sounds leaving my mouth. It burns as much as it tantalizes, and on his next thrust, Graz manages to fit even more. I’m shivering all over, not from the cold, but from the sheer ecstasy of him, even though it’s only just begun.
He drops down onto his forearms, so his face is much closer to mine. I writhe and snap my hips up, desperate for more. What is this orc doing to me? My arms snake around his neck, pulling him in closer as I long to see into his eyes again. His brows are creased, as if he’s thinking and feeling the same thing I am—that we’re not just doing what we need to do.
No, something of his is winding up with something of mine, unfurling between us with dew-tipped petals. My fingers disappear into his wet hair, and I clutch him close as he gently rocks inside me, letting me soften to him.
When he leans his forehead against mine, I close my eyes, simply delighting in the sensation of his big body, his heavy arms, his hips clasped between my thighs.
You’re magnificent , his thoughts whisper, as if stroking the soft underbelly of my mind. Your cunt is perfect. Made for me. Just for me.
Just for you , I say without thinking about it, the words spilling out of me easily. All for you .