Chapter 31 #3
I’m on my hands and knees, fully exposed. He can see everything, even the way my bottom hole clenches every time a particularly hard slap scorches my ass. My pussy feels like it’s on fire, desperate to squeeze something other than my drenched walls.
“I’m not sure I can,” I whimper, wiggling in his grasp while he spanks me. “Ow! Okay, I need… I need you.”
“You’ll get me, but you asked for a spanking,” he says, the stinging slaps starting to burn. “Orcs finish what they start, remember?”
“Ahhhh! Oowww!” I cry, panting as he delivers the last few hard smacks, leaving my ass red and almost as hot as my core.
he growls, squeezing and caressing my ass before sliding his hand between my legs. He strokes my wet folds, then circles my clit. “I won’t spank you here tonight because I can’t fucking wait another minute to taste you.”
He doesn’t release me or flip me over. He just pulls my legs apart, leans down, and shoves his tongue into my pussy. His finger quickly returns to my clit, massaging it while his tongue moves inside me, the friction making me whimper.
I’m so turned on I don’t care how exposed I am right now. Don’t care about the lewd position. Don’t care that he can see every private part of me while he tastes my pussy.
“Oh god,” I groan, my toes curling and uncurling, my sensitive walls fluttering on his tongue. “I’ve needed this… needed you…so bad!”
He groans into me, his long tongue caressing my g-spot.
If I never feel his cock inside me like this, I can live with that, as long as we’re together.
I just need him. I need to hear the way he moans and growls when he’s feasting on what he calls my salty sweetness.
I don’t know how sweet it is right now, but it’s about to be a lot sweeter.
Except the pressure doesn’t build like it normally does.
Instead of pressure, I just feel an instantaneous release that sweeps through my body.
My pussy clenches his tongue, but not enough to grip it, and he moves it faster.
That causes me to come again, the angle making it more intense than I realized.
“That one came out of nowhere,” I gasp, feeling the pressure building again quickly. “But this one isn’t!”
My hips buck, grinding against his tusks as I come on his tongue for the third time. It really has been too long since I’ve tasted his seed. I’m coming unraveled. If I weren’t so exhausted, he might be able to make me orgasm until dawn, just like he teased. But I’m definitely not done yet.
“Fuck, fuck! Lix’tuk!” I cry out, another orgasm hitting me out of nowhere.
I’m used to them building, but I guess I’m as starved for attention as he was.
It shouldn’t be this way. We should be together every night, like we were in Zrogmul.
Not now, of course. But after the elections are over and there’s a new president, there’s nothing standing between us other than his reluctance.
He’s not reluctant right now. His tongue is so deep that I can’t stop climaxing. Can’t stop crying out. Can’t stop fisting the fur blanket. I’ve even bitten it a few times, just to stop from screaming so loud they hear it outside.
“Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop,” I gasp, my body lit up with a combination of arousal and the orc seed still on my breath.
He’s the only one who can put out the fire he has stoked into an inferno. I should be coming on his cock, instead of his tongue. We both know that, even if we’ve accepted that it’s impossible.
It feels like I orgasm for hours, everything blending into a steady rush of euphoria being pumped straight into my veins. Every stroke of his tongue against my g-spot. Every movement against my fluttering, clenching walls. It’s just constant pleasure that owns my body like he owns my heart.
“Oh, god! I…I…I’m gonna…” I cry out, biting the fur and screaming his name into it.
It’s the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. It feels like the entire Mobile Command Center is shaking, but it’s just me. My quivering body, as the pleasure is siphoned from my bones. My thundering heart as I feel every shudder of mind-melting pleasure.
It’s too much for my exhausted body, and I feel like I’m in a daze like I was when my lips were around his cock. Or maybe he’s the one in a daze now, savoring my salty sweetness while I come.
Finally, the heat begins to flicker out. I go as limp as his cock was when he was spent. I dissolve into the fur, only held up by his grip. He licks a few more times, but I’m so numb I can’t feel anything except the texture of his tongue.
“Now we can sleep,” I mumble.
“Yes, I’d say we both earned it,” his words are almost slurred as he turns, pulling me into his arms as he lays us down, my head resting on his chest.
His warmth engulfs the chill that follows, and there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be. He keeps thinking love means giving me choices. He’s right. He will not like the one I’m going to make. There’s a way for this to work. I know there is.
I’m the one who gets to decide my future.
Even the parts he doesn’t agree with.