I settle between her legs, nudging them wider with my shoulders. I look at her. At her center.
She is pink and slick and beautiful, gushing for me.
"My Gods, Betty," I groan, my own cock leaping painfully in response. "You are so wet. My perfect, beautiful cunt. Look at you, so ready for me. Open for me. Mine."
I lower my head. This is not the Urog's curious taste. This is the Orc's knowing feast. My tongue, rough and skilled from memories I did not know I had, finds her. I devour her. I suck her clit into my mouth, pulling gently with my lips as my tongue plunges deep inside her heat, learning her taste.
She screams my name, her hips bucking off the furs. "Threk! Threk! I'm so close! Please, don't?—"
I pull away at the last second. She cries out in protest, a high, wounded sound.
I move up, positioning myself over her, a green-skinned giant. I take our joined, bound hands and pin them gently in the furs above her head.
I am still monstrous even if I’m no longer an Urog. My cock is massive, thicker than her arm, heavy and dark with need.
Then, I rub myself against her. I press the thick, heavy head of my cock against her slick, wet pussy, just a tease of pressure. A groan tears from my throat at the contact. She is so hot. Her scent—of sex and her and mine—is overwhelming, and she whimpers, pushing her hips up against me, begging without words.
"You want this, Betty?" I pant, my voice raw and filthy with need. "You want all of my cock? Tell me you want it inside your perfect, tight pussy. Say it."
"I want it!" she sobs, thrashing beneath me. "Yes! Please, Threk! Now!"
I align at her entrance. I push.
My Gods.
I sink into her, inch by agonizing inch. She is unbelievably tight. So impossibly small and hot. Her body takes me, stretching to fit me, and her inner muscles clutch at me, squeezing me from the inside, milking me before I even move fully inside her. It is better than my memories. It is better than the hot spring.
This is home.
I groan loudly as I seat my cock fully to the hilt, burying myself deep inside her. My body shudders with the perfect, agonizing fit of it, my hips fusing with hers. "Betty... gods... you feel... perfect," I pant, my voice shaking. "You fit me like no other."
I move. Slowly at first, just rocking my hips, letting her body learn the size and weight of me. It is a deep, worshipful plundering. I pull almost all the way out, just to feel her pussy clutch at me, begging me not to leave, and then I push back in, stretching her as I gasp.
"I love you..." I whisper, my voice raw against her ear, the thrust emphasizing the word.
I pull back again, watching her face twist in ecstasy. "...so much..."
Her body lifts off the furs to follow me, demanding more. "My star..." I thrust again, deeper this time, my muscles burning with control. "...my savior. My life."
She cannot take the slow worship. Her legs wrap high around my waist, locking her ankles, taking me as deep as I can go. She claws at the furs beside my head.
"Threk... Threk... faster!" she screams, her head thrashing on the furs. "Please, fuck me! Make me come! Show me! Show me you love me! Fuck me, my mate!"
Her begging shatters my control. The slow, reverent worship is over. The savage she called for is here, but this time it is a shared frenzy.
I roar, a deep, guttural sound of pure dominance, and slam my hips down. The sound of our bodies colliding, the wet slap of skin, echoes in our den.
My thrusts become deep, hard, and animalistic. I am branding her. I am claiming her. I am showing her everything I could not say as a beast. I groan her name, a pounding, rhythmic chant in time with my thrusts. "Betty! Betty! Mine!"
She screams as her body shatters, her inner muscles convulsing around my cock in waves of white-hot fire, squeezing me tighter than I thought possible. "THREK!"
That feeling—her pussy milking me, pulling me deeper—sends me over. I roar her name back, my back arching off the furs, and spill my release deep inside her, a hot, heavy flood that I feel pulse into her womb, sealing our bond forever.
I collapse, my body shaking with a power I have never felt. I stay buried inside her, pulsing, until my breath returns. I pull out slowly, the sound of it wet and final, leaving her gasping and empty.
I immediately gather her limp, boneless form against my chest. I wrap her in the furs, pulling her on top of me, skin to skin. I hold her, our bound hands resting together on her stomach. My heart is full to bursting.
"Home," I whisper, kissing her damp hair. "Forever, Betty. Always."
