Otis is literally salivating. For me.
I beg and whine for him to enter me.
He eases his cock head into me, still kneading my clit with a thumb pad, and I see fireworks as I clamp around his girth.
He shudders and lets out a string of expletives in orcish, followed by words I definitely get the meaning of, “Oh fuck, good girl, that’s it, take my cock, take it deep.”
“Yes!”
“You want more…”
“Oh fuck yeah, go deeper.”
“You want me to fucking impale you, babe? You want me to knot you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.
“Then you’ve got all of me.”
He eases in, bit by wonderful bit, stretching me, his knot pressing against my clit as he goes, sliding in the wetness of our combined arousal and lube. Lewd slapping noises add to our groans and sighs.
And still his cock thrusts deeper until I feel like I’m going to be stretched asunder.
He senses a moment of resistance in my vulva, and pauses. “You need me to stop?”
“No, no, fuck, go on, please Otis.”
Pain gives way to mind-blowing pleasure as I relax and open to him.
I’m teetering so close to orgasm, but I need to be stuffed full to the brim to fall over the edge.
I push my butt higher into him, begging, and he fills me with one last cant of the hips, holding me around the waist to steady me into his thrust.
We move together in perfect synchronicity as his knot expands inside me. The base massages my swollen clit and that, along with Otis’s reflection in the mirror, raw desire written all over his face, his tusks and eyes shining in the light, all of it spirals me closer to my release.
My head arcs back, my eyelids flutter. “Oh yes, yes Otis, oh my god, I’m coming!” I scream as my orgasm hits, not just in my pussy but everywhere, right up to my scalp and down to my tightly curled toes.
And that does it. Otis slams the palm of one hand into the mirror so hard the glass cracks, as he rides me, shouting my name as his release gushes into me.
Finally, we flop together.
“You broke the mirror,” I gasp.
“As long as I didn’t break you,” he croaks, between pants.
“Break me?” I laugh softly. “No, you’ve freed me, Otis. I have never, ever experienced anything as incredible as this.”
“Neither have I,” he murmurs into my hair. “You are amazing. Beautiful. Beyond my wildest dreams.”
As he slumps over me, he pulls my ragdoll body into him.
“Erm, one problem,” he husks softly. “We’re going to be joined for a while. Until my knot subsides.”
“For how long?”
“Half an hour maybe.”
“Right.”
