Kissing Khent does something for my mind, the way taking a deep breath of cool air feels to my lungs. I pull back, breaking the kiss and remember I was trying not to do this. I can’t give in to my body, this fever.
“Khent, but we shouldn’t, right?” I say, even as my hips roll against him, his thick, heavy cock trapped between us. My hands are in his hair, and before I think about it, I pull myself up on my knees, as high as I can go. I find his cock, my hand stroking its incredible thickness, unable to fully circle around it. I’m doing the mental math, realizing that in order for his cockhead to peak above the water means that what I glimpsed before he was hard isn’t lining up.
Evil Overlord, how is it possible that his cock was already huge to begin withandhe's a grower??
I position the tip at my entrance. I know I can’t. I shouldn’t. We’ve been working so hard to get through this Blood Fever and just let the bond fade away. This is just going to make us need to start over again.
And besides, it might not even be physically possible.
“Then we should stop,” he says, though nothing in his voice sounds like he agrees.
“Maybe, maybe just the tip,” I say. I don’t know enough about how mate-bonding and Blood Fever work to make that assumption, but my body is willing to run with that theory. “Maybe just a little bit is ok.”
His hand curls around his cock, covering mine. He drags the tips back and forth through my pussy, teasing, torturing.
I almost whine in frustration, and move my hips, sinking down the smallest amounts to take him inside me. Even the first inch or so stretches my cunt to its capacity. It’s wholly possible even just the tip is going to be too much for me.
I wonder distantly if my health insurance covers being eviscerated by Orc cock.
He nods, and his massive hands cup my ass, supporting my weight.
I rock my hips, gasping with every inch I’m slowly taking inside me. I’m going to have to make peace with the fact I’m just physically not going to be able to take all of him. Eventually.
I can see the way this is teasing him, the color in his cheeks and the strained cords in his neck. He’s holding back while I work myself open.
I’m taking in more than the tip, sinking down a little too ambitiously with each thrust. Each time I nearly cry out from pushing myself too much, but my body adjusts after a few moments and craves more.
At least from what I can tell, I think he’s a little more than halfway inside me, and that may truly be my limit. I should stop before this sends me to the ER.
“Maybe I could be there for you,” he says, suddenly, snapping my thoughts away from death by dicking to something equally dangerous. Tenderness.
“What?”
“When you need someone to be on your side, or when you just need someone there.”
That’s not fair. He can’t say that, not while I’m supernaturally horny and balanced on the tip of his dick, not when he’s soothed every knot of tension out of my body and I just want to melt into his arms and kiss him again.
I look at him and try to find the words to tell him how completely unfair a suggestion that is. His expression stops me. I can see he actually wants that.
Maybe I want that too.
“Just, just a little,” I manage to say.
Finally, he starts to roll his hips, pushing in and out of me, working more and more in. It’s simultaneously too much and everything my body has been craving since that first incident.
He lifts me out of the water, rolling us over onto the soft mossy ground to continue to rut into me. I lift my hips to meet his rhythm, each time nearly enough to push me over into oblivion. More than once I lose my sense of self to the mere sensation of it all.
“It’s– it’s kind of been a while,” he says, bringing my attention back to the moment. “Since I’ve been with anyone. Uh, sexually.”
I kind of blink at him. Did he forget the encounter in my office? Either he’s not making sense, or his dick has drained my brain power. He usually makes sense so I’m willing to believe the second option. “What?”
“I’m not going to last very long,” he grunts, glancing away from me as he slows his thrusts.
My brain is so drenched in the endorphins, it takes me a few moments to realize what he’s getting at.
“I’m on birth control,” I gasp out, which doesn’t sound great as a response to a conversation, but it’s better than ‘fuck just cum in me please’. My voice hitches on those words, and a burst of heat in my cunt, or maybe my clit, or just kind of that general area, I don’t know anymore. I don’t think I could tell my hands apart right now. I just know that the thought of him cumming in me is so completely appealing, it’s enough to push me over the edge. My cunt spasms and clenches around his cock, eliciting a noise of need from him. A wave of pleasure so complete it knocks the breath out of my body moves through me.
Khent’s own movements grow more harried and less elegant, rocking into me through my orgasm until he groans and stiffens. I feel the hot flood of his cum inside me, filling whatever space there’s left.