“I think I qualify then.” Her eyes are pinned to my upright cock, the second pleasure member thickening underneath as my balls drop, instinct knowing our mate is here and ready to breed.
“That thing is almost as big as me. How is this ever going to work?” she whispers, her little fists clenching at her sides as she draws her knees together.
“We will go slow. I will know your body as my mate and never take you too far. Farther than you may wish to go, but never farther than I know is safe for you.”
I unwrap the metal and leather from the rest of my chest and pile it with a thump on top of my kilt, my full body exposed for my wife as is hers is for me. My tusks bite into my upper lip as I rumble a growl. My mate lays before me as if on an altar built just for me. Her nipples are deep pink, pebbled as her hips spread out below her waist, thighs generous, and I think of all the ways I will bend and use her to my need.
“Spread your knees. Do not hide from me. I am your mate, I will know everything.”
“But, you know, I’m on my period, so it’s not really—” Hesitation and shame darken her words.
“Hide. Nothing. From. Me.” I growl. “I want it all. Orcs do not feel shame about such things, this is a human trait, one which I will take from you right now.”
I drop to my knees, instinct telling me to rut into her like the monster that I am, but I can see in her eyes and in the way her tiny, ripe body quivers, this is not the time. There is no glow in my cock as well, so as much as I want to sink into her tight opening, I resolve to wait for the mating when she is fertile as is custom with orc mates.
I may lose the little grasp of sanity I have left, but I will do this right if it kills me.
I think back to the whispered conversation with Mol before I left the camp. In few words, he imparted to me a wisdom for which I do not think I can repay him.
He told me aboutoral.
And now I understand why he and his mate disappear for hours into their hut day and night.
“Spread for me. Do not make me say it again.” I lower onto my belly, as she slowly lets her knees drop but it’s not fast enough for me.
I reach for her hands, tug them down and place them under the crook of her knees.
“Hold them there, wide,” I order, her eyes round as I move into position, her scent assaulting my senses, bringing tears to my eyes with its perfection. “Wider,” I grunt, pushing her inner thighs with the side of my head until she is splayed completely for me.
“Tigor, I—” That shame in her voice again and I will not have it.
I dive forward, both tongues out and onto her before my lips clamp down taking the entirely of her femininity into my mouth.
She cries out to the sky as I attack her softness. I reach up and grab onto her full tits, digging my fingertips in as her flavor washes through me, branding me with her taste, burning through me. I will protect her and provide for her from now until forever.
Her hips rise, answering the question if I am doing this oral right. Her back arches, she tugs her legs wider as I work the hard nub at the top of her slit while my lower tongue swirls at her opening, tasting her savory flavor, working the rim of her purity as she wiggles and calls my name, making me feel like a fucking king.
I love the taste of my mate. It nearly makes me forget about my own throbbing need. Almost.
She’s pleading for more as I drag my tongues up and down over her cunt, tasting and exploring, soft then hard, sucking her into my mouth, and I want to do this for hours, hearing her pleasure as she bows off the ground, begging for more.
Her hips grind against my mouth as I spin one tongue at her opening, the other lower at the tightness of her anus, using my nose against her clit, giving her what I will call from now on, the triple threat.
Her slickness covers my face and drips onto my tongues. The mixture of her arousal and her blood make me dizzy. She turns wild, bucking as her nipples peak between my fingers. I need her so desperately, but when she reaches her peak with my tongue at her openings and my nose grinding onto her clit, I do not know there is a more perfect moment in this life.
I drive my tongue into her openings as she goes off. Her breathing is ragged, voice horse as she begs for more and begs me to stop at the same time.
“Tigor.” She pants, “I want to taste you, now, please.”
Gods, she is human, she is mine and she is perfect.
I work myself onto locked arms, dragging my cock through her wetness as I cage her with my body, kiss her, letting her taste her perfection before straddling her body and lowering the tip of my cock to her lips.
At the first brush of her tongue, I roar to the heavens. Her hands clasp my length, pumping up and down as pulses of creamy liquid seep from the tip. This is not my seed, not yet. This is what comes before, when it is time, my balls will empty only when she is fertile but this, oh by the gods, what is happening right now is pure bliss.
She wraps her sweet little lips over the tip and I believe I will die. Her mouth is warm and tight, stretched to its limit as a tangled laugh rips from my throat.
“Is it funny? Is that not good?” She looks uncertain and I can’t remember the last time I laughed.