So swollen and majestic, the darker green of the head is a contrast to the smooth paler shaft, and his knot above his tight ball sac is a sight to see. It amazes me still that my body accommodates his huge shaft, but willingly it has, and it’s ready to do it all again.
But not quite yet.
I stroke my tongue over the length of him, watching pre-cum oozing out of the head. I lick at his frenulum, teasing, cup his balls, then loop my hand around his knot and pump it softly as I lick the head, rolling around it with my tongue. Then I take it in my mouth…
I bring him to the edge. Move up his body until I reach his flushed, desperate face. I tickle his nostrils with my hair, kiss his lips. His tusks retract and extend with the pulse of his cock; his eyes darken to burgundy.
He’s panting, heaving, a great big green hunk of virile orc.
I touch my lips to his tongue, taste him, and then move oh so slowly back down to his cock, and then I spread my thighs wide and hang my pussy just above the head, pulsing backward and forward, teasing, not quite letting him near my swollen pussy lips.
He’s gasping, spluttering, growling out a mix of languages, “Fuckgebara dajust get on with it, woman. You want me to explode?Odara ma—Fuck!”
“You can wait like you made me wait.” I grind my hips down, lift them up.
I don’t even need lube, he is gushing pre-cum.
Finally, I pulse my pussy over the head of his cock. It’s hot against my wetness. He groans, bucks. This big green beast is totally at my mercy.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I ease onto his cock until he’s stretching me, beyond what I think I’m capable of, he’s so big. My belly drags with longing to come again as his knot pushes into me, impaling me. I consciously relax around his girth, until finally, blissfully, we find our rhythm.
My hands clamp onto Otis’s pecs, his head raises, his tusks lengthen. His eyes blaze as he thrusts into me and I ride him hard and fast, screaming his name on each breath andoh my god, I am com—ing.
I shout as my internal walls grab that huge shaft and my body shudders with my release and then he comes, his head banging against the headboard, and—holy goddess—his hands snap that leather belt.
His hips cant, and he bounces me up and down as his release pumps into me.
And then his arms are around me and we’re hugging and gasping, laughing and kissing.
“Who won?” I pant finally.
“Was it a battle?”
I nod, dimpling. “An orgasm battle.”
“Ah, well, you scored on how many and I scored on being the first orc to have his brains blown by a single orgasm.”
“Guess we’re quits then.”
We laugh, as I fall onto him and his huge arms gather me close. We’re going to be stuck here until his knot releases me.
I reckon this is the best place in the world that a girl could find herself stuck.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
OTIS.
This should be the scariest time of my life.
But instead, the past week has been the happiest of my life.
Even as the danger of our mission edges closer, I won’t let it burst my bubble of happiness.
The tension in my gut has been overridden by the love blossoming in my heart.
Love.Yes, even after such a short period, I am certain of my feelings for Clem.
We orcs are romantics by nature.
