Then again, no human man can do what Grak does to me.
And my cries do not slow him down one bit.
I am limp as he slips his tongue inside me once more, my entire body still radiating with that high.
I don’t know if I can take another orgasm like this. But still, I don’t push him away. I hold on to those horns as if letting go might be the end of me.
“Your…tongue…is…insane…”
I can barely get the words out as those ridges stroke me deep inside, hitting places I never knew existed.
The orc doesn’t need to prove anything, but I’m not about to remind him of that. Grak lets out an approving grunt as he devours me. These horns are not meant for me to steer him; they’re meant for me to keep from launching into space.
Grak briefly looks up when I rasp his name. That face that I’ve grown to love is covered with my slickness.
“Yes, wife?”
“You can stop,” I blurt.
He doesn’t seem to agree.
That giant green head dives back down between my thighs. His hands are so big they nearly fit completely around my knees as he splays me open.
I come again, so hard I fear my bones might rattle out of my body.
And there he is again, bringing me back to the edge and keeping me there.
Grak is relentless. Desperate for me. And I’m crazy about what he does for me.
The fact that he’s so good and kind…the fact that he came so far just to meet me.
I’m humbled and in awe.
Who am I? Just a simple woman who picked up a game controller one day.
With his thick finger inside me and his rough tongue on my clit, I come once again, squeaking and grunting, because I have nothing left to give.
Just when I wonder if he intends to suck me dry until I’m a husk of a woman, I find myself being lifted off the table, cradled in two big green arms.
My feet land gently on the floor, and Grak is helping me with my clothes.
Once I’m fully dressed again, I find him staring down at me, his hand cupping my cheek.
“Grak?”
“You have final approval of the match,” he says. The orc’s words may be strange and officious, but his face is tender.
He waits for my answer.
“I am pleased. But I need time. Humans don’t usually get married as soon as they meet someone they’re compatible with.”
“I did it? Are you pleased?”
Oh boy, I could write a poem about it. I could write it to him in semaphore, and I still don’t think this beautiful creature would get a big head about it.
“You did. I’m saying there’s a chance that I won’t reverse the marriage.”
Grak lets out a growl and leans in close. “Don’t tease me if you aren’t sure. I have saved an ounce of magic from my wish vial that will get me back home if you reject me.”
