Tigor stops and drops the rest of the flowers in a heap and then I notice it.
There is green light shining from under his kilt and I have a vague memory of him telling me something about the glow.
“Are you…” I start as he turns and steps toward the bed. “I can’t be, like, ovulating. I’m on my period.”
Tigor reaches over and cups my breast and I hiss on an inhale.
“Sore?” he asks as though he knows something I don’t.
“Yeah, a little. That’s weird. Is that some mating thing like the glow?”
He shrugs but I see in his eyes he’s hiding something. “Maybe. I know little about mating. Blind seeing blind is how it will be.”
I squint as he towers over the edge of the bed. “Blind leading the blind,” I correct but I can see he’s already thinking of something else and so am I. “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
He watches me go with a low growl and a few minutes later, I return but something is strange.
For one thing, Tigor is naked, his glowing cock on full display. The second one thick and wiggling under the other and it’s going to take me a good long time to get used to some of these little orcish idiosyncrasies.
“I think my period stopped. Weird. I mean, I’m not very regular, but I just started and now it seems done.” I shrug. “I’m not complaining. Maybe your little oral work yesterday worked some menstrual magic.”
“Maybe.” He comes over, reaching down and sinking his fingers into my ass and my belly does that flippy thing as tension mounts down in my core.
“Hi,” I say as he pulls me upward, mounting my spread legs on his hard abs and crushes his lips to mine.
A wave of heat takes over. This sexy orc can manhandle me anytime. I’m already trembling and close to orgasm as we kiss and he grinds my clit against his body.
He lowers me to the bed on my hands and knees as I listen to his low growl.
“It’s time, my mate. My wife. My love.”
That last word has me spinning.
My love.
“Yes, my husband. My love,” I answer, ready for what I know is coming even if my body isn’t.
Tigor drops to his knees on the floor, his tongue lapping at me from behind as I drop my head and give in to the pleasure. He licks me to a screaming orgasm and I start begging for what I really want.
“Please, fuck me,” I whimper. “I mean it, I beg you, fuck me, hard.”
“You are the perfect bride.” He grunts as the tip of his thick mating cock brushes at my entrance, making me shiver. “I like when you say the dirty words to me. I like knowing you want me.”
“I do want you. I want you now, I want that thick dick of yours buried inside me, filling me with all that creamy batter I know you’ve saved for me.”
“Yes.”
I brace myself as best I can on the bed, fisting the blankets as I angle my hips, eager for what’s coming.
“Oh shit.” I hiss as the first pressure spreads my opening. Tigor goes slow, letting me get used to what’s about to happen before he drives forward and I scream.
“You are my mate.” His deep voice shakes the walls. “This will hurt, you will bleed. But, you will know, all of you belongs to me now.”
Just when I think I can’t take any more, that second cock shows me what it’s made of. It finds my clit while the big dick goes searching for my womb. It’s like a tongue almost but firmer, flicking and working my clit until I barely remember the pain. Another inch, two, three until I lose count of the darts of pain and the thrusts. He is kissing my back, then slapping my ass, then fucking into me a few more inches until I’m losing my mind. The lust and ache and fire from his palm on my skin weave together until I’m a weeping, languid mess being raw dogged by the orc from next door.
I thrust back. Lifting my hips, giving me another few inches with a new angle as I drop my back, throwing my head back and forth, feeling that knot of his swelling inside me.
“I am coming soon, my mate. My knot is ready, we are bound.”