Chapter 15 #2
The vibrating growls in his deep voice made my inner muscles clench with need. I dragged my tongue up and down his cock, then swirled it around its thick head again. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I fit the tip between my teeth and wrapped my lips around it.
He groaned louder, his breathing growing harder. I closed my teeth around his cock a little too hard. He gasped, his hips bucking. His shaft jerked up to my throat, then throbbed, filling my mouth with his release.
His bright green shimmering seed ran out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. I gulped and lapped at it, but I couldn’t possibly swallow it all.
Then he stretched with a long, contented moan.
“Come here.” He grabbed me under my arms and hauled me up his body to him.
“We made a mess.” I giggled, wiping my mouth with my forearm.
“We sure did.” He grinned before kissing me. “And we’ll make it even more messy by the time the day is over.”
“Can’t wait to have you inside me,” I murmured against his lips.
He gave me a penetrating look. “Are you sure you want to do it?”
“Will you stop if I ask you to? I mean in case it proves to be too much for me?” I asked him in turn.
“I’d rather die than hurt you,” he said earnestly. “But you’ll need to tell me the moment it doesn’t feel right.”
I nodded, and he let go of me, dropping his arms to his sides.
“Get on top, my wild woman. You’re in charge.”
It was a heady feeling to have this big, strong orc spread on the bed like that for me to do with as I pleased. The good thing was, of course, that what pleased me always seemed to please him too.
I climbed on top, straddling his thighs. Despite having just expelled a bucket-load of seed, his cock was already erect again, pointing straight at the ceiling of the cabin, and I took it as a challenge.
“Let’s do it.” I rose on my knees, bringing my core over his bulbous head.
The tip pressed against my entrance, sending a shiver of excitement through my body.
“Careful,” Grat pleaded, grabbing onto my thighs as if to stop me from impaling myself on his monster cock.
I rotated my hips, sliding my dripping wet core over his tip.
“Fuuuck,” Grat groaned, throwing back his head in ecstasy.
The crown of his cock felt so good, rubbing against my most sensitive spot like that. But I needed more.
Aligning myself properly, I dropped my hips a little. My body stretched, taking just the tip for now. I ventured to slip down just a little more until a whisper of pleasure cooled the burn of the stretch.
“Ohhh, it’s so good…” I exhaled.
Grat said nothing, fisting the bedding and rolling his head on the pillow. I loved it when the joy of being with me robbed my talkative orc of words like that.
A warm, tingling wave of desire rolled through my belly and down my trembling thighs. I moaned, pressing my hands into Grat’s hard abdomen. His muscles flexed, turning hard as rock too under my palms.
I raised my hips a little, letting him slide out, then took the tip back in again.
“Oh gods, sweetheart, you’re killing me ever so slowly and so fucking amazing…” Grat growled.
His words dissolved into another groan of pleasure as I slid down again, taking in about half of his hard length.
The base with the ring circling his cock was still far below, unreachable.
But the stretch tingled and burned, stoking my need.
Impatient, I jerked down deeper and hissed through my teeth from the pressure building up.
“Slow down, my wild, wanton thing,” Grat cautioned.
Letting go of the bedding, he licked his finger, then brought it between my legs, easily finding my clit.
I whimpered in pleasure. Feeling an overwhelming need to move, I slid up and down his cock, taking more and more of him in while his fingers played with me on the outside.
He brought his other hand to my breast and plucked my nipple. A sharp surge of lust lanced through me with a slick gush of need between my legs. Soft at first, his touch grew stronger as his control slipped.
“Fuck me, sweetheart,” he begged. “Fuck me hard.”
Leaning forward, I moved my hips faster. I lost track of how deep I was taking him, savoring all the tantalizing sensations of our contact.
“Come,” he growled, lifting his head and catching my nipple with his teeth.
I cried out at the sharp shot of pleasure, then thrust forward, taking more of his hard length than I could ever think was possible.
Unbearable pressure exploded with bliss through my very core. I growled and screamed, like a wild, savage beast indeed.
Grat’s body arched and tensed under me, like a tightly stretched bowstring. He roared, baring his teeth. The hot spurts of his release burst into me. His cock pulsed in perfect resonance with the spasms of my own orgasm.
I let him slip out of me before collapsing on his chest, utterly spent.
“See? And you thought I couldn’t do it,” I muttered proudly, with my eyes closed and my fingers buried in the thick hair on his chest.
Warm happiness spread through me like melted butter. Grat threw his arms around me, locking me to him in an embrace.
“Far be it from me to tell you what you can or can’t do, the incredible woman that you are.” He kissed the crown of my head.
I twirled a finger around his dark-green nipple. “I tried to keep track of how deep I made it, but I can’t remember now. I think I only managed to take at least half of your giant cock in, which is pretty good, isn’t it?”
“It’s amazing,” he murmured contently.
“But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to take your entire length all the way to the ring,” I sighed with regret.
“Then I’ll move the ring up, my wild thing. My cock is there for you, not the other way around.” His chest vibrated with a deep chuckle. “Besides, I think you’ll enjoy riding the stone. It’ll hit your needy little clit ever so nicely if I position it right.”
“I haven’t seen the water dog all day today,” I lamented as Grat and I sat by the fire after dinner, watching the sunset over the creek.
There were plenty of chairs for each of us to have our own, but he kept me on his lap, and I felt perfectly fine sharing his chair with him.
“She never comes close when I’m around,” he pointed out.
I wrapped our blanket tighter around my shoulders. “Don’t tell me I’ll have to choose between you and her.”
“I’m afraid to ask who you’d go with if you had to choose,” he chuckled.
“That’d be a tough choice,” I teased. “You’re wise not to ask.”
A rustling noise came from the tall grass by the creek. Grat stiffened, quietly reaching for the sword he had leaning against our chair. I spotted a pair of yellow eyes glowing from the shadows, and placed my hand over his, stopping him.
“Wait.” I climbed from his lap, leaving the blanket on the chair and grabbing a meaty rib bone left from our dinner.
“Khala, be careful.” Grat got up, following me to the water edge.
I recognized the slim but powerful shape of the water dog and raised a hand, signaling Grat to stay back. She didn’t seem to trust him, but I sensed it might have something to do with her previous owner who might’ve been a male, or an orc, or both, and probably didn’t treat her well.
“Hi, Honey,” I greeted, inching closer to the dog that remained partially hidden by the tall grass.
She shrank back a little, and I froze, afraid that she’d bolt.
“Here.” I crouched down and offered her the bone. “I saved this for you.”
Cautiously, she moved closer, and I noticed she was holding something in her mouth.
“Did you bring me something too?” I asked.
The object in the dog’s mouth squeaked, and my heart squeezed with emotion. My throat tightened.
“Is this your puppy?” I dropped the bone in shock.
The dog carefully put the puppy down. A fluffy ball of fur, it tried to get up on its shaking legs and failed, tumbling down.
“He’s so precious,” I cooed. “But where are his siblings? Bring them all here. I’ll watch this one while you go get the rest.”
But the dog didn’t leave. Instead, she took another step forward, then gently put her head on my knee.
“I don’t think there are any more,” Grat said in a whisper so as not to scare the dog away.
“Is it normal for a water dog to have just one puppy?” I asked with a dreadful feeling hollowing my stomach.
“No. They have litters. There’s always more than one. She must’ve lost all the others. Only one is left.”
My heart broke with grief for her. Tears prickled behind my eyelids. I gently placed a hand on her head, stroking her wet, short fur.
“I’m so, so sorry, Honey,” I whispered, feeling more connected to her than ever. “But things are going to get better for all of us now.”
“They will,” Grat promised firmly.
“We’ll take her with us, won’t we?” I asked, and he nodded.
“She saved your life,” he said. “I’m forever indebted to her now.”
He padded closer, crouched next to me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
Honey darted a cautious glance at the big, scary orc, tensing a little. But she kept her head on my knee, trusting me to keep her out of harm.
“Shh, sweetie,” I cooed gently, petting her head soothingly. “Grat won’t hurt you. He won’t let anyone hurt us, either. We’re safe now, both you and I.”
“No one will hurt my girls,” Grat vowed.
I leaned against him, feeling warm, safe, and loved. Here at his side, I’ve finally found where I belonged.