Oran presses a thick finger to my lips. “No more sorry. No more running.”
I nod. “Deal.”
“Now, you cannot wear this.” Oran reaches down and rips the shirt the other orc put on me like it’s tissue paper and tosses it on the dirt.
“He said he couldn’t stand looking at me naked. I made him sick.”
“Well, he is not sick anymore.” Oran reaches down and pulls me up by my hands and I put a hand on his chest.
“No, but, that looks like it needs some attention.” I reach down, circling the half length of pulsing green meat standing up to his belly.
“It needs your attention, my dirty little one.” Oran cups my chin, my face level with his chest as I look up.
“I don’t have two tongues, but I’ll do my best to make you feel good, Daddy.”
I lick my lips and drop to my knees, my hands unlacing the leather and tugging down his pants. He stomps them away but even on my knees, this is not going to work, his dick is a foot over my head.
“Lay down,” I say, pointing toward the pile of hides that are strewn on the other side of the cave. This must have been a hideout or temporary shelter of some kind for orcs at some point, because there are hides and some metal tools scattered around. Evidence of old fires and cryptic messages in orc language on the walls.
I push at Oran but he doesn’t move. I have to use something more than physical strength to move him so I gather my breasts in my hands, get to my feet and pout.
“Daddy, please?” I say, stepping forward. “I’ll feel better if you let me suck.”
He lets out a painful noise, stumbling back then dropping onto the hides, stripping his chest of the straps and curling his finger, beckoning me.
“Come, my little one. You will feel better if you put Daddy’s cock in your mouth. Then, I’m going to fuck you. Breed you. Fill you with the centuries of seed my body has saved to root inside you.”
Lustful heat covers me as I kneel between his open legs. My knees graze the weight of his balls which are softly vibrating as his lower cock wiggles and his huge glowing dick pulses, seeping clear liquid from the tip.
“Uhhh…” I get the logistics straight and realize, I have to attack this from a different direction, so I hop over his thick, hard thigh and straddle his massive chest, facing down his erection. I turn to see him watching, then his hands grip my hips, thumbs digging into my ass.
“Yes, this is better.”
I take a hold of his shaft, guiding it to my lips when my hips are tugged back and he mounts my bare pussy on his mouth just as I slip the head of his cock through my lips.
I’m not sure which one of us moans the loudest. The tapered tip of his glowing cock swells as it pulses and I struggle to get a few inches in my mouth. It fills me to my throat as his tongues sweep around my pussy, one dipping into my opening then the other…holy hell.
The other dances at my backdoor and I’m a shuddering mess.
He’s double tonguing me as I suck and gurgle around him. We’re thrashing and grunting and I’m coming so many times I’ve already lost count. I reach down and cup his massive balls. The weight like two lead softballs but they are buzzy and vibrating faster in my palms.
One more double penetration with his tongues and I’m weeping. Unable to hold myself up no matter how hard I try to hold onto the pole of orc dick in front of me.
“I, I—” I breathe against the throbbing erection as I hold on.
“Turn.” His deep voice beckons as his hands lift and guide me. “My mate, it is time. You are fertile. Your body is ready and ripe for breeding.”
“Uh huh,” is all I manage, but I also realize this is reckless and dangerous. I met this orc what? Two days ago, and I’m laying down for some good ole fashioned breeding?
“Raw cock in your sweet pussy, my mate.”
He shifts over me, settling me down and knocking my legs wide. They strain to let his body between and I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to his size.
I see him grab his shaft then feel it run up and down my slick opening. It’s cool against my heat as he stares into my eyes, the first pressure making me gasp as my nipples pebble and the doubt that this is possible flashes through me.
“I am your mate. Your Daddy.”
“Ah, God.” I hiss as the head breeches my opening, my hands fly up to press his chest as I moan and whimper.