The Orc #4
I'm not above begging, and when I start to, he chuckles in that same gruff, dulcet tone, before picking me up again and setting me on a boulder a few feet away.
I don't know what he has planned, but the second he kneels down, my knees open so fast, legs spread wide, nice and ready for him, he chuckles again.
I don't care. I don't care what I look like or how I sound. How desperate I must seem.
I am fucking desperate.
"Ulack," I plead.
"Don't worry, little Eden. I'm not done with your pretty human cunt. I quite like the taste. Think I might not let you go after this."
If he thinks those words scare me, he's never been this horny. This shameless, in this much need.
"Please." My voice is small.
His relaxed smile fades, and his big, warm brown eyes soften.
Ugly…
…and yet, I can't look away. I can't ignore the feeling that gentle look gives me, the comfort in his gaze.
"I've got you, Eden. Now, you're going to come all over my face so I can drink you up. Be a good girl and keep those legs spread."
He pushes his finger into my pussy again, swirling it around, gathering my dripping wet juice before pulling it out. Then, he pushes my knees up so my feet are on his shoulders, and his finger breaches my ass.
I tense against the pressure.
"Just breathe, Eden. Relax your body. Open that tiny bud and let me in."
His words are filthy, delivered in the softest tone. I've never had anyone speak to me like this. What I wouldn't have given to hear them before now, to experience this level of wild excitement and perverse pleasure and comfort from someone back in the village.
I take a deep breath and try to relax, then Ulack pushes his forefinger through the tight ring of my ass. His finger alone is larger than any cock I've ever fucked, and I brace against the sting, but he massages me slowly, slipping in and out before pushing all the way in.
Deep.
So deep, I don't think I've ever felt this full. The satisfaction of that alone is enough to ruin me.
It's so big, it feels so good. And when he notches his thumb at my pussy, I beg for more.
"Please, Ulack, I can take it. I need it. Fuck, I need it." My desperate pleas match my desire, my body begging to be filled so full. All I've ever wanted was this, and he's giving it to me so easily.
His thumb, wider than his finger, pushes into my pussy.
Against the fullness in my ass, it feels nearly overwhelming.
I cry out in pleasure, but, fucking me with both fingers, double-penetrating so deep inside me, my words become an incoherent mess.
My walls squeeze him, but I'm so full, there's barely room to contract.
"Oh my god," I rasp.
He pumps his fingers faster. And then he leans forward, and with that fast, firm tongue, he laps at my clit, and I lose it.
"Unngghh!!" I grunt, the buildup from before already charged, merging with this pervasive intensity singing along every fiber of my being, every single nerve ending synapsing all at once.
Spots cloud my vision, and the urgent need to release bursts like a dam inside me.
I come so hard, squirting juice sprays out of me, the sound splashing against his face.
Grunting, huffing against his relentless fucking, his finger slips out of my ass and the orgasm spasms again when my ass relaxes.
His finger presses into my clit while his thumb curls toward my g-spot and strokes my inner walls, and I keep squirting, coming all over him.
His face is soaking wet, my body a weak, sated mess.
"I can't—oh god, I can't take anymore!" I cry, sobbing at the relief, the intensity. He pulls his hands back, and with his massive tongue, he leans forward and licks my face. I smell myself on him, my hand limply gripping his ear, falling to his tusk.
I trace his sharp teeth, and he does nothing but smile.
"That was..." There are no words. Ulack, this mysterious orc who came out of nowhere, just destroyed my pussy in a way I've only dreamed about. I nearly want to cry, knowing this exists.
My lazy eyes trace over all his features. There's mischief there, smug satisfaction, and something like wonder, too... he looks at me like I'm a wonder.
I don't know what comes next. I imagine curling up in his giant arms and settling in for a nap, but Ulack takes a step back, the ground shaking beneath his heavy tread, and he rips off his loincloth.
Oh, holy fuck.
His cock, though it previously looked like a mountain hidden beneath a blanket of fabric, now juts out proudly between his legs. The look on my face makes Ulack smirk in amusement. I like this affable giant, I decide. I like him very much.
And I like that cock very much too, though I've no idea what to do with it.
Because his massive orc cock, darker than his skin, like a denser forest green, is the size of my fucking thigh. Bigger. It wouldn't just split me in half; it would quite literally kill me.
Nerves trickle down my spine.
What the fuck was I thinking, letting an orc get me off?
There's no one around to help. No one knows I'm here.
I told everyone I was heading in the opposite direction, and knowing orc tracks were spotted in the area, no one in my village would venture this far for weeks to be safe.
Certainly, no one would come after me if I went missing.
Is this it then? Does he mean to kill me? Death by cock?
This wasn't what I had in mind when I ached to be so full that even a breath of air had no room.
"Don't look so scared, my Eden."
My Eden.
He's still smiling, relaxed and lazy. Does he not think this will kill me?
"You've soaked me with your messy cunt. Would be a shame to waste all this fine slick. Now come here," he says, gripping my leg, easily pulling me into his lap. I feel like an ant on a log, tiny and insignificant.
"How can...?" I clear my throat, trying to sound more confident. "You won't fit, Ulack."
God, I'm such an idiot. Devis was right all along about me.
My traitorous pussy is still dripping with want at the sight of his size, despite the impossibility.
He picks me up and sits me atop the head. It's a seat, literally. A chair cannot fit inside me, I argue, and my nerves take over, a confusing mix of want and fear. He ignores my verbal protests, still chuckling in amusement.
"Ulack," I argue again. "It's not going to fit!"
Still, he ignores me.
"That's it, honey. I can feel your pussy suckling, even still. Let all that nice juice flow down my aching cock."
It's true, my pussy keeps squeezing. The whole thing won't fit inside, but I can suckle and squeeze the tip. The tip's tip.
With two hands wrapped around me, Ulack drags the front of my body down his length, and I instinctively reach out and hug the thing, letting the texture rub against my skin as I slide down.
"Good girl." The praise tingles, and even though I just came harder than I ever have before, I tilt my hips into the shaft and rock against it. "Now, wrap your arms and legs around me. That's it, good girl. Now, hold on. Nice and tight."
And then, with both hands, he grips my hips and shoulders, and then he fucks his giant cock with my whole body.
This was not what I imagined happening.
I squeeze tight, lightheaded at the absurdity of it all, but wanting to please him, to give him what he gave me, I hold on tight, digging my hands and heels into his shaft.
I know when I do a good job. He grunts in satisfaction, whipping me faster and faster up and down. I angle my feet to offer even more friction for him, and each new thing I add makes him shudder and grunt in pleasure.
His foreskin slides with me, and when he finds a rhythm he likes, I brace myself, then stick out my tongue, and with each pass, I lick the underside, stroking his frenulum, licking up the head. I wiggle my face and my nose into it, creating more friction.
"Oh fuck, Eden, yes, keep doing that." And so I do.
He praises me, whipping me faster, and then his hold on me becomes frantic, erratic.
There's a deep rumble in his chest, trembling through his entire body, straight through the pillar in my arms, so I rock my hips into the vibration, enjoying the drag of his veiny cock against my sensitive core.
My mind whirs with all the strange possibilities between us. An orc and a human. Not so impossible, after all. They always called me a freak. But if this is what being a freak means, I'll own it.
The vibrations grow deeper, and I know he's close, so I hold on tighter.
And then there's a giant roar.
Ulack's release could be heard for miles, I think.
He shakes the earth beneath us, and I no longer have any control—not that I ever did—but I can do nothing but go along for the ride, hoping he doesn't snap my neck with how fast he's fucking his enormous cock with my body clinging tightly, like a bear up a tree.
He erupts like a geyser, spraying cum all over me. It rains from above, shooting out, soaking my face, my hair. It's sticky and musky, and it keeps coming, though his hold on me slows as his body quakes with his orgasm.
Finally, with one last shudder, he yanks me once more, and I dig in my heels to drag up his length, and another spurt erupts before he releases me to collapse into his lap.
We're soaked.
Filthy and soaked in cum.
It's quiet for a moment. Bird chirping. Breath planting. Wind rustling the leaves.
And then I laugh.
It bubbles up out of me, slow at first, low in my belly, until my chest is shaking and I can't hold it in. I release nearly as much tension from laughing as I did when I came, feeling the invisible weight on my shoulders lift away, one rock at a time.
I can't stop laughing, wiping tears and cum out of my eyes. Because, what the fuck just happened?
If Devis could see me now…
Ulack wipes my eyes with his thumb, clearing my lashes. When I can see clearly again, his expression is warm.
Is he still ugly, with his heavy brow and big teeth, tusks and green skin? No.
Strange, yes. Different. But not ugly.