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"Shhh..." he soothed me. One hand cupped my cheek now in a surprisingly tender gesture. This was not how I thought it'd go at all, but I was almost...grateful? This was a side of the orc king I hadn't expected, and for all his brutality, the fact that he wanted to make sure I wasn't hurt was endearing.

"Good girl...good girl..." He whispered as he pressed further into me. My walls stretched and clenched around him, and while there was soreness from his sheer size, the friction of his hard shaft sliding along my wet folds was more than enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I let out a low moan and Agonak smiled down at me. "That's it, little human. You're being so good for me. So, so good. Look at you, you've almost taken me whole."

His words made my cheeks burn and I tried to pull away, but he moved down to clench and lift my thighs, holding me in place.

"Look at me, Rosa," he commanded. "I will see the face of my human as I fuck her."

His human.

Was that what I was?

I took a deep breath and forced myself to meet his gaze. "You..." I winced against the pressure, against the heat of his body against mine. "Ah...it's too much...!"

This time, when he gave a self-satisfied chuckle, I felt the vibrations from it all the way to my toes. He leaned forward, forehead resting against mine. "Would you like me to stop?"

"No!" The answer ripped out of me before I even had a chance to think about it. "Please," I panted. "Please..."

"Please what?" He mused, pausing his intrusion. I clenched around him out of instinct. I'd never been so full in my life. An unknown euphoria trickled across every cell in my body, sharpening my senses and leaving me breathless for more.

I gritted out the words. "Keep...going..."

Another inch of thick cock slid into me, stretching me to my limits. I couldn't help but whimper as my hands moved from the sheets to claw into his back. "Oh, gods..."

"Tell me you want it," he growled, pressing harder. "Want me."

His cock throbbed inside me, pulsing and jerking with each movement. He was right -- I needed this. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, and while I hated myself for it, I couldn't deny the pleasure it brought me.

"Yes! Please!" Any self-respect I had left flew out the window when he slammed his hips into mine and buried himself deep, all the way to the hilt. I threw my head back onto the pillows and wailed, but not with pain.

It was as if he'd unlocked something deep inside me, something I didn't even know existed. My muscles burned, but in its place was only a fierce, feral pleasure. A desperate need for more, more, more.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled, punctuating each word with one violent thrust after another. The bed creaked and groaned, banging against the wall, but I was too lost in passion to care.

"Fuck," he groaned again. His broad hands lifted my legs and hips higher as he continued to pound, reaching deeper with each thrust. Agonak's erratic movements held no finesses, no sense of rhythm or restraint. He fucked me like he was starving for it, like he'd rather die than let me go. "So good for me, so good...is this what you wanted? This what you craved, when you trespassed upon our lands?"

It had been a total accident. At first. I strayed too far and fell into a hunter's trap like a fool. But everything that came after, and everything still to come...why did it feel something like fate?

"Was it?" The orc king roared and slammed into me once more. A hot rush of pressure spread up my stomach and threatened to explode.

My muscles clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. For every drop of ecstasy I could get.

Oh, hell.

"Yes!" I screamed, voice hoarse. "Yes!"

My body seized around him and I fell over the edge, gasping and shaking as I was wracked with the most powerful orgasm of my life. He let out a deep, animalistic groan and plunged all the way in, falling forward so his full weight pinned me to the bed with no escape. His seed spilled warm and thick against my inner walls. Flooding me. Coating me.

Stolen. Taken. Used.

As he pulled out and the warm dribble of his seed pooled beneath us on the bed, my vision blurred and finally blacked out as he wrapped his warm furs around me.


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