“Oh no you don’t, missy. I’m going to make you wait,” I growl as I press kisses around her inner thighs, sticky with her musky arousal. It’s such a turn-on. I want to pump into her so bad but no, not yet, not until I’ve made her come.
Not until I’ve given her multiples.
And I’m going to make her hold out for that pleasure bomb.
She’s almost howling as I gently dig my tusks into her inner thighs, the soft flesh yielding as my tongue reaches out and flicksher clit. It’s like a dusky pink jewel nestled inside her glistening folds.
She bucks some more. I circle her clit with my fingers then lay my tongue on it and curl it around and around, before lapping at her core with abandon, faster and faster. Finally, when she’s almost levitating off the bed, I pierce her entrance with my tongue, riding right up inside her sweet cunt. She’s sopping wet and I drink her juices down greedily as my tongue thrusts. I can feel my pre-cum dripping onto the bed, and my saliva adding to it.
It's wet, and wild, full of her sighs and my grunts and orcish words of love, as I try to hold off coming prematurely like a fucking teenager. Her pussy clenches tight around my tongue, she writhes and pants and whines out my name and then, just as she’s about to orgasm, I pull back.
“Beg,” I order her.
“W-wha…. OTIS!” Eyes round with outrage, she screams, her thighs seesawing madly up and down. She tries to wrench her hands free of the belt.
I pin her legs wide with my tusks and blow on her clit. She screams louder.
“Say my name. And BEG.” I manage to keep looking fierce.
“Please, please, fuck. PLEASE Otis, let me come.”
I blow on her clit again. “Sorry, didn’t quite hear that, pet.”
“I need to come.” She tries to push her sweet cunt up, her hips riding high, chasing my tongue and I laugh and run a finger along her cleft, dipping it into her juices, thrusting it into her, then adding another to meet her G-spot. But it’s not quite enough, as her frustrated little squeals attest.
“You need a little more to push you over the edge, babe? Do you?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Do it Otis or I swear I’ll tie you up after and make you beg. And I won’t let you come, not ever, you hear me?”
My cock obligingly spurts out a stream more pre-cum at the thought.
With two digits deep inside her, I bow my head and add my tongue, my tusks still holding her legs wide as I thrust my fingers and lick her bud with hard, expert strokes.
At last, with a long howl, she breaks, her whole body shuddering, her cunt locking around my digits so hard if they weren’t strong orc fingers she’d fucking break them. My cock is ready to explode along with her, but I focus on lapping up the shooting juices as she comes around me, over and over again, loving the explosion of pungent sweetness on my tongue as she spurts.
But I’m not done yet.
As she comes down from the peak, I know exactly how to wind her right up again, and she takes off, literally, her ass cheeks shooting off the bed, her pussy pulsating into my face and fingers as one orgasm chases another, until finally she drops to the mattress like a little limp rag doll, panting and sated.
I crawl up her body and kiss her, long and full.
When we both come up for air, she pouts at me.
“What’s the matter?” I feel alarmed at the face she’s pulling. “Didn’t you enjoy that?”
“Oh my goddess, Otis Cane, if multiples don’t speak for themselves then you deserve to be punished.” She grins. “Untie me! It’s your turn.”
CLEM.
The sight of a ripped and muscled orc lying at my mercy, his huge hands tied to the bedpost, is enough to get me all hot and bothered again.
I’ve never indulged my bondage fantasy before. Would never trust a human guy to play the game fairly, but with Otis, there was no question. And now he’s mine to indulge in, and I love the power that gives me.
Taking it in turns to play dom/sub is so much fun. Fun I never thought I’d be able to share with a guy. I’d relegated it to remaining a fantasy, shared only with my vibrator. But in such a short time, Otis and I are not only on the same emotional wavelength, but on the same one sexually, too.
I loop the belt around his thick wrists, knowing he could break the strap in a second if he chose, knowing he won’t. He loves the game as much as I do.
I mosey down his body, licking and sucking, smoothing my hand over rippled green muscles, pecs, abs, each one deliciously defined. Right now his chest is heaving and those abs are rippling as he tenses, and then I reach the patch of thick green hair between his humungous thighs, but best of all, his cock.
