I rubbed myself harder and harder, chasing an orgasm that I knew would only take the edge off. He allowed me to find my rhythm and reached for the belt that held his tunic in place. He had more respect for his clothes than he had for mine, apparently, because he removed it and dropped it to the floor, then removed his tunic, too, not damaging it one bit. And I could finally see him in all his monstrous glory!
He wrapped his hand around his massive cock, and my eyes followed his movement. The second my gaze fixed on the round, dark-green mushroom head spilling a stream of translucent pre-cum, a quick, intense orgasm washed over me, and I let out a cry as I held his hand still on my clit. And then I let go and collapsed onto the bed. He didn’t permit me a minute of rest, though. His hand kept exploring my folds, spreading them so he could stareat me, at the small nub that had just given me so much pleasure, then one of his fingers pressed against my entrance. I moaned and opened my legs for him as I pushed myself up on my elbows.
“Yes,” I whispered, encouraging him to push his finger inside me. When he did, I let out a moan. His finger was thick, which was great, because I needed at least a bit of preparation if I was going to take his huge cock tonight. “Yes, just like that.”
He growled, and I hated that I couldn’t understand him, and he couldn’t understand me. From the way our bodies reacted, at least it was clear we both wanted the same thing.
His finger moved in and out, curling and exploring places inside me that had me whimpering and begging for more. He pumped his cock harder, and when it released more of the translucent liquid, he pulled out his finger, dipped it into his pre-cum, and then smeared it all over my folds before pushing it inside my pussy. My eyes rolled in my head. The gesture was beyond sexy, but that wasn’t it. It was as if the second his fluids got in contact with mine, a fire started between my legs and spread through my whole body, up to my heart and through my head. Now, I wanted him more than ever.
“Please...” I sat up and reached for him, trying to pull him over me. “Just do it. Fuck me... Fuck me now, or I’ll go insane...” I meant it. I felt in every fiber of my being that I would go insane if he didn’t put his cock in me and fill me with his seed. He’d just given me a taste, and I was already addicted.
He grunted softly, word after word that I couldn’t understand, then grabbed me by the thighs and flipped me onto my stomach before I could catch on to what was happening. I yelped and kicked, but he had me pinned under him. I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, and I relaxed instantly. The position was uncomfortable for me with his incredible mass and weight. Compared to him, I was small and fragile – two adjectives I would’ve never used to describe myselfuntil now. He seemed to realize that, and he sat up, allowing me space to breathe and move. I pushed myself to my hands and knees, and from this position, his cock slipped inside me, the fat round head, then the shaft, inch by inch.
“Oh, my God... Oh, God...” I was delirious. “This is so... fucking... good...”
It hurt. He was huge, and nothing had ever stretched me like that in my life. But the pain mixed with pleasure, and the adrenaline pumping through my veins made it easier to bear the burn. Once he was fully inside, up to his heavy balls, I felt like I was going to burst.
“Move...”
I didn’t think he understood me. Because instead of moving, he took his time to explore my body once more, his hands kneading my breasts, his fingers pulling at my nipples until I cried out. I felt impatient and being teased like that was too much. I thrust my hips back, and that knocked the head of his cock painfully against my cervix. He growled deep in his chest.
“Please... just... I need this. Come on...” I pulled my hips forward, then pushed back against him, and finally, I could get some friction.
I heard him growl louder behind me, and he started moving, at last, pulling out until only the tip was in, then sliding back in. It was slow and gentle at first, and that surprised me. It showed that he was aware I wasn’t built like him. He knew he could hurt me if he didn’t pay attention, so I was grateful to him for allowing me to adapt to his girth and length. I wanted this more than anything, but I also wanted to walk in the morning. And maybe... just maybe... be able to do it again soon.
I stopped that train of thought before it went any further. Because there had to be something seriously wrong with me if I was getting fucked by a monster who’d come out of my closet, wewere far from being done, and I was already dreaming of getting fucked by him again.
He grunted in his usual manner and increased the rhythm. I fell on my face, hugging the pillow, unable to hold myself up any longer when he started thrusting with abandon. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, and it felt like his cock was seconds from tearing me in two. I moaned and screamed, and clawed at the sheets, but I never told him to stop. Because I didn’t want him to stop. My pussy opened more and more, accommodating him even as I could swear his cock grew larger and harder with every plunge inside my body.
The orgasm hit me when I least expected it. I was so consumed by lust that I couldn’t think straight, and I felt so many things in my body, all so overwhelming, that when it hit me, I tensed and arched, and felt myself come for the first time in ages. Like, really come. I gushed onto his cock, coating it with my juices, and when I thought I was done, another orgasm shook me screaming.
Above me, he grunted and growled, then let out a sound that was akin to a pained howl, and the next thing I knew, he was filling me with his thick, hot seed. He filled me to the brim, and he still had more to give.
I was putty in his hands as he flipped me onto my back and held me there as stream after stream of seed spilled out of his cock and onto my flushed, sweaty skin. It was hot and gooey, and it kept coming. He covered my breasts in it, there was plenty on my face and in my hair, and he’d flooded my pussy with it too. It seeped into the mattress, and I was suddenly glad I hadn’t changed it yet.
Then it was over, and the orc lay down next to me and traced patterns all over my body as I drifted to sleep. What was done was done. I’d been fucked like never before, and I felt content.Was he going to eat me? Who cared? I was too high in the afterglow.
Chapter 3
Heather
I woke at noon. The sun was high in the sky and poured through my window, lighting up the room and allowing me to see every speck of dust. The first thought in my mind was,“What a crazy dream!”But then I rolled onto my back and realized I was sore all over. My muscles ached as if I’d run a marathon, and when I inspected myself with the tips of my fingers, running them from my clavicle down to my bare pelvis, I discovered that the stickiness from the night before had solidified into a crust that required washing.
“Not a dream,” I whispered as a smile pulled at my lips. But I shouldn’t have been smiling. A green-skinned monster – an orc – had just completely defiled me, and I shouldn’t have felt as amazing as I was feeling.
With a whine, I sat up and threw my legs over the edge of the bed. I eyed the closet doors suspiciously. They were closed and looked innocent enough. I swallowed hard, pushed myself to stand, and held a hand to my lower back, which ached like crazy. I hobbled to the cherry wood wardrobe. Yesterday, I hadn’t opened it and inspected it because I’d been too tired. Then an orc had walked out of it and into my bed. It was time to investigate.
I threw the doors open and took a step back, half expecting the orc to jump out at me. But he wasn’t there. Which made sense, since... how would a big, growling orc live in a closet? There was a tall, oval mirror in the back of the closet. Except its smooth surface reflected nothing. It looked like a mirror, butif it was a mirror, then I might be a vampire, because I had no reflection. I gathered my courage and stepped inside the closet. It was spacious, and there were hangers above my head, while to my left and to my right, there were shelves and drawers. It was completely empty, except for the strange mirror that I had a feeling was no mirror at all.
Another step, and I sensed a whoosh and vibration. The mysterious object became active. Its surface shimmered in shades of blue and silver, then with all the colors of the rainbow. It made a soft and eerie sound, and I felt it as a deep, rumbling vibration in my bones.
“A portal,” I whispered. And the word felt right. “Not a mirror. A portal.”
To another world? To another dimension? I reached out, curious to see if the shimmering surface felt like anything, if it was hot or cold. But I thought better of it and pulled back. I stepped out of the closet, and the portal deactivated, returning to the dull state it had started in. So, proximity activated it.
“This is wrong. I shouldn’t do this.” I quickly closed the wardrobe and went to open the tall windows. “Good, God... I thought I bought a castle, but this...” How did the realtor not mention that it came with a portal to another universe? The fresh air of the valley invigorated me. I felt better, and I could think more clearly.
Of course, there was a way to find out what was on the other side of the portal. But if I went through it, I could land in a world of orcs and find myself surrounded. Not a great idea! No, I wasn’t going to risk it. It was better to not touch the portal.