Chapter 20 #3
I taste her saltiness first as I drag my tongue through her folds and settle on her clit. Human girls have two spots that make them scream. I’ve heard that for years but never realized exactly how sensitive they are. Never realized their sensitivity could be enjoyable.
“Oh, that feels good,” she mewls prettily, her pleasure is as much of as an aphrodisiac as tasting her.
“Better than the belt?” I chuckle, circling her clit with my tongue.
“Yes, much better than the belt,” she groans. “But it feels a little different now. I hate to admit this, but it might feel even better after you spanked me there.”
“Maybe little human girls like having their pussies spanked more than you realized,” I growl, silencing her with a few flicks of my tongue. “But I won’t do it again unless you give me a good reason… or you ask for it.”
I hold her in place against the mattress and keep licking her.
Keep tasting her. This is just a tease. I need the sweetness that comes after she orgasms. That’s the taste I truly crave.
My tongue rolls around her clit several times, then flicks against it.
I can feel the way her muscles tense every time another ripple of pleasure shoots through her. It won’t take long to make her come.
Her hips start moving against my mouth, grinding her pussy into my face.
I let her, even though I could easily apply more pressure and keep her from moving.
I just have to make sure she doesn’t jerk so much that she cuts herself on one of my tusks.
Human skin isn’t as durable or tough as orc skin, and I don’t want to injure her.
“King Lix’tuk,” she moans, her fingers tightening in my mane. “I’m going to come.”
“Then come,” I hum against her clit, the vibration making her shudder. “Come on my tongue, little human girl. That way I can taste how sweet you really are.”
I increase the pressure. Speed up. My tongue works her clit in tight circles until her thighs are trembling and her breathing is ragged. She’s close. So close she already smells sweet. Her back arches and she cries out as I feel her orgasm.
“Yes! Oh yes, yes!” she cries, her pussy clenching.
I keep my tongue moving against her clit until the orgasm fades, then I drag my tongue to her opening, greedily lapping up the sweetness that blooms after her release.
It’s even better than the scent that has distracted me all day.
Richer. More intoxicating. I could get drunk off this taste. She’s better than grog.
She’s still shaking when I pull back slightly, looking up at her flushed face. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted as she pants. She’s extra sensitive now. She doesn’t have the benefit of my seed in her system. But I’m not nearly done.
“Are you ready to feel my tongue inside you?” I rasp, flattening my tongue and licking from her entrance to her clit.
Her eyes widen slightly, but I don’t give her a chance to respond. I drag my tongue from her clit to her entrance, circling it slowly. As close to teasing as an orc can get. She whimpers and her hips twitch.
“I’m ready,” she mewls, her voice trembling with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.
“Glad you’ve learned not to lie,” I quip.
My tongue slides into her tight heat, and she gasps, her walls clenching the wet muscle immediately.
But she can’t get a grip on it. She’d have to clench really hard for that, and she’s only managed it once.
Despite that, I go slow, letting her adjust to the intrusion, feeling her open up for me.
Inch by inch, I push my tongue deeper, extending it further than any human tongue could ever go.
“Oh my god,” she moans, one hand fisting the fur, the other tangled in my thick black hair. “I was so delirious last time I didn’t even question it, but your tongue is really, really long.”
I don’t answer, but my chuckle makes my tongue vibrate. My reward is another taste of her salty sweetness and a breathless gasp.
From what I know about humans, most males don’t enjoy doing this for their women.
Some even think it’s demeaning or submissive.
They couldn’t be more wrong. The way she feels.
Hot. Tight. Wet. The way her walls flutter, trying to grip me.
The way she fucking tastes. I haven’t been this hard in decades.
Once my tongue is as deep as it can go without hurting her, I pause, letting her feel the gentle friction before I start to really move.
I don’t focus on her g-spot. Not yet. I withdraw slowly, then thrust back in.
I repeat the motion several times until I’m fucking her with my tongue.
Then I plunge it into her with reckless abandon, knowing she can take it.
“Oh god! Oh god, that feels incredible,” she gasps, walls shuddering on my tongue.
I plunge my tongue into her until her hips are bucking against my grip.
She tries to tell me she’s about to come, but all she manages is a muffled exhale before I feel the pleasure rippling through her core, desperately trying to clench my moving tongue.
The salty sweetness floods my mouth and I groan with appreciation.
Tonight, I won’t be aching when I go to sleep, so I can enjoy this even more than I did the first time.
“I don’t know if I can come as many times as I did when I…” She doesn’t finish her sentence because I flick my tongue against her g-spot and prove her wrong. “Okay, I definitely have one more.”