The Orc #3
My pelvis tilts forward, and I rock against my fingers, chasing the zinging pleasure building in my core. I'm so wet—too wet, so slippery I can barely feel the texture of my fingers on my clit. So I press harder, move faster.
I can feel my walls contracting, suckling for something that isn't there, wanting something big to fill me.
Still, I rub faster and faster, spreading my fingers out flat, slapping my clit every few breaths, my arm getting tired from chasing the pleasure, and I keep pausing, taking deep breaths, trying to focus, but getting frustrated instead.
With a huff, I whine and pull my hand away. It's useless.
"Please don't stop, pretty human."
I scream.
Scrambling away from the deep, textured voice, my knees get caught in my shift as I try to get away from the orc, now kneeling beside the tree behind me.
How I didn't hear him, I've no idea, but the amused look on his face tells me he's been watching me for a while.
The way he's kneeling, the mossy color of his skin, has him blending in with the trees at the edge of the woods.
A strange accent truncates his words, affected by the massive tusks jutting up from inside his bottom lip. His teeth are sharp, and while his face is humanoid, he is distinctly monstrous.
The orc's eyes drag down my body, brows furrowing thoughtfully. He's got a jarring look about him, and I feel like a bug under glass as he stares me down. I quickly pat the sides of my shift, but the thick material is heavy and falls down to cover my body the second I stand.
Fisting my hands at my sides, heart racing like a hummingbird flutters in my chest, I drag my gaze up—and up—the orc's body.
Even on his knees, he towers over me. Large, barrel-chested, skin a mossy green texture, with shadowy blue coloring the creases of his arms, and his muscles, massive and defined, subtly shaded with brown.
Less fine than my shift, a swatch of scratchy fabric covers his lower half, and I curse myself for even looking down to check.
But the orc misses nothing. He smirks and adjusts his legs, which hide something enormous, judging by the bulge beneath his loincloth. I swallow, and the burning ache between my legs returns.
Need.
Fuck, I need it.
I'm just like the elders say. I'm a stupid girl, with no sense between my ears. A waste of resources and energy, because clearly, in the face of my potential death, it's still all I can think about.
Orc cock.
Impossible, I tell myself, but it does nothing to draw back the need between my legs.
He chuckles, and I look up, wide-eyed.
"What do you want from me?" I whisper. Later, if I live to tell the tale, I'll recall how brave and not breathless I sounded.
I'll lie to myself and pretend that the very sight of this kneeling orc with what I imagine is a monstrous cock hiding beneath a slip of fabric wasn't consuming my every thought.
The orc smirks again, then reaches a hand out. Each finger could rival Ergo's dick. No, they're bigger. Huge. Each one long and thick. I stare in awe, the silence stretching between us.
He pulls his hand back to his side when I don't take it. "You came looking for me. I thought I'd offer you a hand."
His words are gruff, muffled by the interference of his tusks. He's ugly. Face misshapen by human standards—flat, broad. His ears are too high, each pierced with what looks like bone. I don't want to think what kind of bone is in his ears.
But his eyes sparkle with mischief. He offers his hand again, and smiles, and I know I should be terrified. He could swallow me whole. In a few bites, at least.
But then I glance back down.
Stop it, Eden!
But the thing is, he's still kneeling when he could stand, tall as a tree beside me. Why? An attempt to seem harmless? He could crush me in an instant.
But he hasn't.
"Are you going to hurt me?" I ask.
"Why would I hurt you? You smell so sweet." He says it so kindly, so earnestly, that it takes me a moment to process that this orc isn't immediately pillaging and stomping like I've always been told they behave.
A blush crawls up my neck. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, but the orc ruins it when he adds, "I bet you taste just as sweet."
"You can't eat me!" I shout, scrambling a few steps back.
He stands abruptly, the earth shaking beneath his feet, and I nearly fall over, but then he grunts, "Stop moving, human! You'll fall off the cliff!"
I suck in a surprised breath and turn, realizing I'm mere feet from the edge.
The orc reaches a hand out, and instinctively, I take the offer, wrapping my entire hand around one of his fingers, the size making me shudder.
He takes a few steps back, guiding me to the tree I was leaning against, and says, "You don't want me to eat your pretty cunt?"
"Wh-what?" I stutter.
I don't even care if he means literally. I gush between my legs, and the orc chuckles. "You like this idea, I can tell. Come, let me taste your sweet human cunt. You smell so good on the breeze."
"I'm, umm... I'm not sure that's such a good idea..." Even with the weak protest—one neither of us believes—I follow his lead back to the tree.
"You can't lie to me, human."
"Eden."
"Eedennn." He pronounces my name slowly. "I am Ulack. I watched you yesterday. I smelled your slick cunt in the air; your musk was so thick, I could taste it."
And I've officially lost my mind, because, while I have the good sense to feel embarrassed, his words, his direct assessment, only turn me on more, pull me in closer.
"Umm, look, I don't know what you think you saw or…"
"You looked so sad yesterday, tromping through the woods. But then you saw my tracks, and your pretty face lit up. I wanted to take you then, but you ran away. And now you're back… you followed my tracks, and I find you pleasuring yourself against the tree."
I mean, they aren't lies. Ulack watches me for a moment, taking in my expression. I feel lost, but also seen. How is it possible this orc saw me so well when my closest friend doesn't know me at all? She has no idea what wicked thoughts run through my mind.
She doesn't know that, when faced with a giant orc with huge hands and a kind face, the thought of running away never once crosses my mind.
"What you saw… I guess I'm curious about you. About orcs."
"Perhaps you'll satisfy a curiosity for the both of us."
"And what's that?" I ask, a little ashamed of the flirtatious tone in my voice. The orc leans down, wraps a massive hand around my backside, and tugs me closer. I whimper, squeezing my legs together.
I was so worked up and unfulfilled when he arrived by the waterfall. Now I'm sticky, slick with new and old wants.
He continues, "Of all the ways we could fit."
The words hang in the air, heavy and thick. Tension builds, so strong I can taste it, higher and higher. I don't know if he was waiting for consent, but he takes the slight whimper escaping my lips as an answer.
"Shift off," he demands, poking at my dress with his giant finger. In a move I hope I won't regret, my shaking hands grip the bottom of my dress, and then I lift it over my head and toss it aside.
Ulack watches with a curious look on his face, then nods once, satisfied.
Naked in front of the orc, I let out a shriek when he lifts me up, one hand holding both of my ass cheeks, and he presses my back against the tree.
With no warning, his head, which barely fits between my legs, even with my knees spread wide as they can go, nudges in, and his tongue darts out, spearing my pussy. It's so sudden, I cry out in alarm.
"Mmm, I knew you would taste as good as you smell," he mutters, voice husky.
I can't help but moan when the firm, rough texture of his tongue shoves deep inside me, pulls out, then laps at my clit.
My back rakes against the bark of the tree, but I don't care, I rock my hips, chasing the feel of his tongue, letting the tree scratch me up.
He licks like a starving man, his giant tusks scraping against my thighs.
The fear and danger, how easily he could hurt me, heightens everything.
"Ulack!" I scream when he starts fucking me with his tongue. I try to move my hips, but his hands tighten around my ass, holding me in place, and I'm immobile, forced to just feel.
My bare back scrapes against the tree, but I barely notice anymore.
The orgasm, so elusive earlier, builds deep, pulsing into my clit.
Blissful, zinging pleasure ricochets through me, a scream tearing out of my throat.
I reach out and clasp my hands around his massive head, gripping his ears like handles.
And then he pulls his tongue out and flicks my clit so fast I can't hold back any longer.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming!"
The orgasm hits me fast, and I barely register that he's shifting my body into one of his hands until, without warning, he spears his massive finger into my pussy. It feels like the largest cock I've ever taken, and he pulls it in and out, while I come all over him.
"That's it, little human. Thaat's it. You come so well. Look how small you are," he muses, as if he wasn't destroying me for other sex. "My finger fits so snug inside you."
I barely register the playful tone. Clamping down around his finger, thick and long, wider and longer than any human, he curls it inside me, then fucks me fast. It's so good. So big, I'm burning with pain and pleasure.
Tongue back on my clit, the orgasm that never really stopped, rockets higher. His finger drags, in and out, faster and faster, and just when I start to shake in his hold, ready to burst again, he pulls out.
"No! No, oh god, no, please don't stop!" I cry, knowing I'd do almost anything to get him back inside me.
I'm sobbing, a naked, sweaty mess. My pussy is literally dripping, slick running down my thighs. Then he brings me down to the ground, and I actually start crying. I was so close to coming again.