Her body is warm, hanging down over my shoulder, her hands roaming over the flesh of my back, her fingers tracing the scars, causing a crack of thunder inside my head. She’s changing me back to who I was before the aliens did their worst.
I waste no time, tugging at her jeans, stripping them along with the white underwear, leaving her pink and smooth on the soft suede hides covering the bed.
I reach down into my pants, the pain of my cock stiff down my leg more than I can bear. I tug it out, letting the leather laces pop where my pants are held together at the waist as relief barrels through me.
She stares, which gives me no offense. After all, she is human, and untouched. A human man has a mating member, yes, but what I have is an orc cock genetically modified like the rest of me. It has never been like this before, swollen, leaking from the tip, engorged and pulsing. The ribs on the sides rise and fall. It is worth staring at, even this I know.
I grip the center of my erection and reach down to spread her legs, revealing her untouched pussy, light red curls at the top, pink folds like the most delicate flower peaking out, slick with her desire. My mouth waters, even my tusks are aching at the beauty of her.
She’s staring at me while I stare at her. Sweat covers my brow as pink explodes on her chest.
I am consumed with the thought of stuffing every thick, monstrous, hideous inch of me into her tight little girl hole. I know my kind do not do this until the mating glow comes, but that does not seem to be the same for me. Whatever changes were forced upon me by the captors on Iriaza, this one I appreciate. Waiting to fuck her when she is fertile is a dream I never imagined before, but waiting is a nightmare I am not sure I can manage.
“I will mate you, good girl. You will take Daddy’s cock, feel me as I fill you with orc seed and swell your belly with my brood as your tits fill with my milk.” I fist my engorged flesh, pumping up and down for some relief when she reaches down and dances her fingers on the slickness between her legs.
“But, what about the licking? I want the licking, Daddy.” Her hips squirm as she bites her lip, I strip the straps from my chest, dropping them in a thumping heap, then strip the leather from my legs letting her see all of me as I see all of her.
“You will get the licking, my little Drozna.”
“Drozna?”
“Yes. It means bee, honeybee, like you. Sweet but with a sting.” She nods. “I believe I will want to live in that soft, sweet place with my mouth and my cock. You will beg me to leave you alone so you can sleep.”
“Then, make me beg.” She teases as I lunge forward, lifting her upward into the center of the bed as I lay my chest down and drive my face forward, breathing in her scent, her drenched pink girl parts just an inch from my nose.
“Wet. This means you are aroused for me,” I say, the idea that a creature as bent and broken as me could cause this to happen in such a beautiful mate makes me pause.
“Licking. Now,” she demands, and I pull back my palm and strike the side of her ass in a loud smack.
“You do not rush Daddy. I will do as I please with this little human cunt. It belongs to me.”
She nods, the playful twist on her lips more enticing than I could have imagined.
I drive forward, lapping at her open folds with both tongues, holding her down with my forearm as she launches off the bed. She shudders and squirms, cursing and yelping as I pin her down and let the searing flavor of my mate brand me for all time.
I want more, more of her dew, her scent, and I explore all the little laps of flesh as I feel my balls drop lower, heavier, heavier with every second.
I part her tight opening with my lower tongue as my upper swirls around a hard little tip near the top.
“What is this?” I ask when she hisses at the connection. “This is a mating pleasure spot?”
She nods, eyes half closed, back arched as I keep her pinned on the bed. “A clit.”
“Clit,” I repeat, tickling the little nub with the pointed tip of my tongue as my lower tongue pokes and stabs at her wet opening. “Clit is good touched with tongue.”
She nods, panting as I lick the hard spot, winding my tongue around, flicking and working it back and forth as her body twists and her moans rise to the ceiling.
“Yes, Daddy.” She hisses and my mating instinct collides with a protective force so deep inside me, I feel like I am leaving my own body.
“Yes, my mate,” I utter between licking, sliding my upper tongue down to meet with the other as my tusks rasp on the apex of each of her thighs. I fuck into her tightness and bring one hand down, spreading her outer folds with my fingers so the little button there pops up and I start to play it with my thumb.
Her walls constrict around my tongue, the tightness of her entrance barely allowing access as she winces and grabs at the sides of my head. She’s dripping down my chin as I begin to rub myself against the side of the bed. Not for relief, but more for distraction. I’m losing myself in her taste, her sounds, and if I am not careful, I am afraid I will forget myself and drive every thick inch of my painful length into her too-small body, harming her, which I would never be able to forgive.
I pin my eyes on her face as I work her magic spot with my thumb, my tongue swirling and poking at her tightness until she is drowning me in her juice of desire and she raises her hips and thrusts herself against my mouth.
“Please, Daddy,don’t stop…God—”
Iamher God. I will always be her God. My balls are on fire as she goes silent, her body tensing, toes gripping the hide and she bucks upward, screaming and slapping at my face.