I rubbed my legs together. The situation was becoming dire.
“Oh, come on, Thev...”
“I shouldn’t sin.”
“Well, it’s a special situation.” I couldn’t believe I had to beg an orc whose cock was obviously as hard as a rock to finger-fuck me! I’d never begged in my life. This was a special situation, indeed. I was a mature woman. I knew what I wanted. His hands. On my pussy. “We might as well... Why call it a sin? Here’s an idea: what happens on Sorahan Island, stays on Sorahan Island.”
Even if he didn’t say anything, I felt his resolution weaken. So, I reached out an took his hand. He didn’t pull away. I placed it between my legs, and he didn’t pull away then, either.
“Angie...”
I let out a breathy moan. I didn’t have to guide his hand, because he was rubbing me through my pants on his own. We couldn’t take it slow, though. Unfortunately, we were in this position because I actually needed to do something about that stupid rash. So, I quickly undid my pants and rolled them off my legs, along with my panties.
As it turned out, the rash hadn’t actually spread between my legs. Just on my inner thighs. As Thev dipped his fingers into the ointment, I sat back and spread my legs for him. Gently, he started with my ankles, and rubbed the cream there, then up my calves and above the knee. Slowly, he reached my thighs, and I moved onto my knees to give him better access. My buttocks needed attention, too, and he used both his hands to spread the ointment over them. He kneaded my flesh, and I could swear that the more he touched me, the more his cock grew in size.
I reached out and undid his belt. Then, one by one, I took out his daggers and placed them on the floor. He didn’t stop me. As I pushed his pants down and revealed the prize I’d been craving, he slipped a finger between my wet folds. I closed my eyes and let out a throaty moan. He moved his finger, spreading my juices, making me wetter, then added another. He pushed my folds apart and found my clit.
“Oh, God...” I snapped my eyes open and finally wrapped a hand around his massive cock and looked at it. “Oh... God...”
It was dark green. Darker than the rest of him. But that was to be expected. What wasn’t to be expected... the tattoos! They covered the length – the same coppery color that was tattooed on his arms. I swallowed heavily and traced them with the tips of my fingers. He moaned and pushed a finger inside my pussy, and that snapped me out of my trance. I would’ve asked how he’d managed to get his cock tattooed and if it had hurt, but my brain was already mush. His finger pumped in and out of me, and then his thumb found my clit once more, and I was so horny, so eager for release, that I couldn’t form a single coherent thought.
I spread my legs wider and moved my hand up and down his cock. It was so thick that I used both hands, now, trying to give him a proper handjob. I’d never been great at them, but he seemed to enjoy it. Beads of precum gathered around the head, and I spread them all over and pumped him harder.
I was so close... so close... I stared into his eyes, a small grin playing on my lips. His brows were furrowed, and he was completely focused on pleasuring me with his fingers. I cupped his balls with one hand, while I rubbed right underneath the tip with the other. He grunted and finally locked his eyes on mine.
“Thev... don’t stop...”
I saw him swallow hard. I pumped him faster, and he shoved his finger deeper into my pussy. My walls throbbed and sucked him in, eager for something bigger. I wanted him to fill me with his cock, but I didn’t want to push things too far, too soon.
He came first. Hot cum shot out of his cock, and when I felt it on my hands, my own orgasm exploded inside my core. I squeezed my thighs around his hand and kept him there while I rode the heights of it and pumped him lazily, milking him to the last drop.
And then, it was over. My mind cleared, and I looked down at the mess we’d made. Well, the mess he’d made. His cum was rich and creamy, and I couldn’t help myself. I was curious. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them tentatively.
“Angie,” he groaned. “Don’t do that.”
He tasted quite delicious. “Sorry,” I grinned.
He got up before I could stop him, pulled his pants up, and disappeared down the corridor. I heard water running in the distance, and I knew he was cleaning himself up. I sighed and got dressed. I hoped what we’d just done wasn’t going to ruin the friendship we’d managed to build in these few hours since we’d met. He cared about me. I knew it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered with me.
A while later, he returned with canned food. I was surprised at how tasty it was. I hadn’t realized I was hungry, but as I took the first bite and almost moaned in delight, I knew I was going to eat more than my share.
Outside, the rain was still pouring viciously.
“We can’t go out there again,” I said. “Not today.”
“No, we can’t. We’ll spend the night here.”
“Oh, thank God! I don’t think I can walk another step today.”
He smiled. “Come on, I’ll show you where you can sleep. And we should’ve eaten at the table. I don’t know why we got stuck sitting on the floor.”
He took me to one of the rooms on the ship, and I had to admit it looked really cozy.
“Wait, don’t go.” I wrapped my hands around his biceps when he made to leave. “Please don’t leave me...”
“I’m not leaving you,” he smiled. “I’ll just put everything away, make sure the ship is secure, and I’ll be back.”
“You promise?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hear you say it, Thev. Promise me you’ll come sleep with me. I can’t be alone. Not even for a second. Or I’ll freak out.”
He turned to me and cupped my face with his big, warm hands. “I promise, Angie.”
“And promise me you won’t leave without me in the morning.”
He hesitated at that, but then nodded. “I promise.”