Chapter 18 #2
“That doesn’t matter, either,” he retorts. “Now be quiet and take your punishment.”
“Ow, ow, ow!” I shriek, my feet pedaling the air in desperation as he effortlessly keeps me pinned in place.
But he paused. He thought about it. He practically acknowledged it was better when I touched him, even if he didn’t outright admit it. It’s not much of an opening, but it’s the only one I have.
“I know it doesn’t matter. I know you don’t need me,” my bawling rises in volume, my ass burning from the spanking, despite how aroused I’ve gotten from it.
“But I’m here. I’ll never be foolish enough to run…
and I know you don’t want to hear this, but I liked touching you too.
I liked knowing it felt good because of me. ”
The confessions just roll off my tongue like I don’t know how to stop them. I understand his hatred. I understand why he doesn’t want to sour his bed with a human. But I had nothing to do with what happened two hundred years ago. I barely even feel human, considering how I was treated growing up.
He delivers two more hard spanks, then he reaches for his grog.
I’m scared to believe it’s over, especially since it resumed the last time I relaxed.
He uncorks the grog, downs some of it, and when his hand returns to my ass, there’s condensation on his palm from the cold bottle.
It soothes some of the burning, and I let out a light gasp.
“You make it really hard for me to hate you, little human girl,” he rumbles.
“I don’t want you to hate me,” I whisper, still moving against his cock, even though he’s no longer spanking me. “Do you really dislike me that much?”
“No,” he admits, drinking more grog and placing the bottle by his feet. “It gets more difficult to dislike you every day. You just won’t fucking let me.”
It’s not the same as saying he likes me. Not even close. But from King Lix’tuk, it may be the closest he gets to admitting he doesn’t loathe my presence. That I’m not the reason he’s so grumpy and callous.
“I know you don’t need me. You don’t even want me here,” I venture to say more, still naked, face down in my familiar humiliating position.
Still moving against the bulge in his loincloth, sort of rolling my hips against him.
“But unless you throw me in the dungeon or send me away, I’m not going anywhere.
It doesn’t have to be the last time I touch you.
Especially if it feels nice for you when I do it.
I promise I won’t put any of it in my mouth again. ”
“Damn it,” he growls, his length pulsing against me. He squeezes my ass, letting out a light groan. “Fine, but it will only be touching. It’ll never be more than touching.”
“I understand,” I reply. “Just touching… no tasting.”
“Yes, you keep your tongue far away from me and my seed,” he rumbles. “But you’re still going to feel mine. Tonight, at least.”
King Lix’tuk lifts me off his lap as he stands, tossing me on his bed like I don’t weigh anything at all. I sink into the fur, my legs splayed. I try to press my thighs together, but I’m not fast enough. He puts a knee on the bed, wraps his enormous hands around my thighs, and forces them apart.
For the first time, I’m fully exposed to the eyes of a man.
For the first time, I’m not at the foot of his bed; I’m in it.
I meet his dark gaze, trembling, because I’m not sure what to expect.
I’ve heard the older girls in Troona describe this as pleasurable, but they were talking about human tongues, not orc tongues. I don’t know how similar they are.
The orc leans down and I feel his hot breath against my folds.
I let out a gasp, then a louder when he drags his lips through my wetness, kissing my clit with enough force for me to feel his tusks against my skin.
Then I feel his tongue. The warm, wet muscle rolls around my clit before lapping at the slickness gathered on my folds.
“You taste like the salt of the earth I ruined,” his voice is like rocks tumbling together, and I feel the vibration in my core.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, considering what he’s told me, but it doesn’t seem to stop him. His tongue traces my folds, circles my entrance, and returns to my clit, where it settles. He moves his tongue in a circle, similar to how he does when he’s rubbing me.
“That feels so good,” I moan. “Even better than your finger.”
“Don’t get used to it,” he growls. “Orcs don’t start craving humans just because we taste one.”
He accentuates the names of our species with disdain for the latter.
Does that mean humans do crave orcs after tasting them?
Is this feeling going to last forever? I can’t deny I’ve had some thoughts about tasting him again, especially when I dared to touch myself in the library.
I wasn’t brave enough to do more than lightly rub myself through my panties.
I didn’t even climax. But if tasting him is a boundary, I’ll respect it.
I shouldn’t have done it in the first place without asking.
The painful spanking he gave me will definitely help me remember not to do it again.
His tongue keeps moving, and I feel the familiar pressure building.
It’s coiled so tight that I can tell it’s going to be a big orgasm.
Possibly the biggest one I’ve ever had. Surely, he wasn’t serious about making me come multiple times.
I don’t think that’s even possible. I’m always sensitive, even after an orgasm that’s barely more than a ripple.
“Oh god,” I groan, feeling the pressure rising. “I’m going to come!”
He increases the speed and pressure on my clit. My hands hovers for a moment, then they sinks into his mane of black hair and pull him closer. My hips move, grinding against his tusks, not caring if a sharp tip grazes me. It feels too good for me to care.
The orgasm rocks me even harder than I expect, taking my breath away, and making me gasp with pleasure. My hips keep moving in unison with his tongue, but when I get dangerously close to a tusk, he tightens his grip, pinning me in place while the aftershocks quake through my core.
“A good start,” he rumbles, licking from my entrance to my clit, his wide tongue making me shudder. “Now you taste both salty and sweet.”
“I’m really sensitive,” I mewl. “I’m not sure if I can come again.”
“Only one way to find out, little human girl,” he growls. “I haven’t even tasted you yet. Not really. But I’m about to.”
His tongue moves to my entrance, and he circles it a few times, then he begins pushing in. My hips try to buck, but they’re pinned beneath his massive hands. I whimper and shake my head, the unfamiliar sensation quickly becoming too much.
Except he doesn’t stop, and neither does his tongue.
It extends from his mouth, going deeper and deeper.
He licks my walls, creating beautiful friction.
Just when I think it can’t feel any better, his tongue finds a new place inside me and focuses there, stroking, tickling, and rubbing.
A ripple of new pleasure sweeps through my core.
I’ve never been with a man before, but I know enough to know humans don’t have tongues that can go this deep. I’ve heard whispers from older girls about a special spot inside them, the g-spot, and it seems that King Lix’tuk has found mine.
“Oh god, that feels good,” I groan, more pleasure surging from my g-spot.
He growls enough for his tongue to vibrate, then starts moving his tongue with more ferocity, like he’s desperate to taste more of me.
I doubt that’s true, no matter how salty or sweet I am.
He’s just tending to my foolishness. Getting this out of my system because I was stupid enough to stick my finger in my mouth.
Except it doesn’t feel like he’s hating it.
Not based on the way his tongue moves. The way he growls and grunts softly every time he gets more of me on his tongue.
I didn’t think I could come again, but I was wrong.
I don’t know if it’s because I tasted his seed or because his tongue feels incredible, but I’m getting close again. The tension is already building.
“King Lix’tuk,” I gasp, my hips twitching and rolling beneath his palms. “You’re going to make me come again.”
He growls louder, his tongue vibrating inside me, my walls trembling in response.
He drives his tongue into my pussy a few times, then focuses on my g-spot, moving with enough speed to send me spiraling over the edge.
My walls clench his tongue, but can’t hold it still.
It keeps moving as I climax, every shudder of pleasure making the orgasm peak higher.
I’m moaning loudly from sensations I never even imagined.
Then I immediately feel another orgasm building. I’m still shaking from the aftershocks of the last one, but my body reacts anyway, euphoria flooding my system as I come on his tongue.
“Another one,” I cry out in disbelief and ecstasy.