“You didn’t think I could talk!” I countered, eyeing his fist moving up the length of his massive cock.
“Animals usually don’t,” he taunted, dark red eyes glittering in amusement when I looked at him aghast.
“I’m not an animal.”
“That’s good because it's not an animal I want to fuck. It’s a human,” he said gruffly. I snapped my mouth shut, my anger fizzling out. I gave him a more thorough look. His ears were long and pointed with thick human bones stretching out the lobes. There was a scar running across his face from an inch above his eyebrow all the way down to his top lip. He had prominent brows and a strong nose. His lower lip and jaw stuck out, the tusks jutting upwards from his mouth.
If I was into humans, I’d find this ogre ugly. I was not into humans though. I was into monsters and he looked like one of the biggest, baddest ones that existed.
“You want to fuck a human?” I tried to confirm with nonchalance. I eyed his cock and licked my lips.
“I’ve got this life goal,” he grunted and my eyes zipped to his red ones. They matched his hair. Hair that wasn’t just on his head but dusted over most of his body.
“Your life goal is to fuck a human?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he grunted, giving his cock a tight tug. “Vicious little creatures with plain skin. I always thought it sounded fun to catch one of you, make you fuck my ogre cock. Women don’t come here often.” Talk about luck. This ogre and I were going to get along just fine.
“Funny, my life goal is to fuck a monster,” I said.
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, a little smile curling the edges of his big mouth. Why was this ogre so damn smart? Clearly, someone had made a mistake, or perhaps this was the Einstein of ogres.
“So…you have a human kink and I have a monster kink?” I asked. This was the most perfect situation I’d ever come across. In response he grunted in approval and reached over, wrapping his hand around my entire waist and picking me up. Guess he was done talking.
“Fuck!” I yelled, flailing around in a panic until he dropped me on his chest. His hand smoothed over my back, feeling the shape of my body with thickly calloused fingers. My cheek pressed into his chest as I panted in shock.
“Yeah, so how about we fuck, little human,” he said. He let go of his cock and began grabbing at my clothes. He tried to pull off my shirt and pants, jerking me around a little as he failed to get it off. Clearly, he planned to ravish me but all he was doing was giving me whiplash.
“Okay, okay,” I snapped, irritated.
“Why do you humans wear all this?” He asked in distaste. I sat up and tried to wriggle my clothes off.
“You could have waited to pick me up until after I got naked,” I complained. He reached up, gripped my clothes in his hands, and tore through them like paper. Suddenly my entire body was exposed, my breasts naked between us, my cunt hot and wet against his beefy green body. I was shocked at how quick and easy he tore into the fabric to get at me.
He tossed the clothes on the shore and not a moment later the ogre was trying to spread my legs while studying what was there. A thick finger slid across my pussy, digging around until he found the entrance. He rolled and pressed against my clit, making me give a breathy gasp.
This was really happening. I was going to get fucked by a monster. Finally, my dreams were coming true. My eyes lifted to the ogre. His eyes held mine, a little smirk starting to curl up the side of his mouth. I gave short gasps as he slowed his finger’s movements and swept it around. He noted the way my body tensed with certain movements and I held my breath when he rubbed the front near my clit.
He watched me closely as he teased me but a moment later he pulled away. He pushed me backwards until my back was flat on his chest and my pussy was right in his face. Big fingers wrapped around my calves and pulled until the ogre’s face was smothered between my legs.
The press of his tusks indented into me where my legs met my body. Hot breath spilled over my pelvis as his lips pressed into my center. He groaned against me in delight.
“Shit,” I rasped, disturbed but delighted at how easily he maneuvered me.
“I love the taste of humans,” he grumbled between my legs. Coming from an ogre, those words sounded terrifying instead of arousing.
“What do you mean by that?” I squeaked. A hot, thick tongue pressed into my lower lips. He gave my labia a few rough licks, familiarizing himself with my pussy. “Oh…fuck,” I mumbled, stretching out on his body. His tongue dug into the bottom and swiped up, parting me open as his warm, wet tongue powerfully brushed every part of my pussy.
I cried out, my back bowing when it dug into my clit. He gave a few more long licks then realized the specific place that was making me whimper.
He pulled me back slightly and looked closely, inspecting my unfamiliar anatomy. Two of his fingers came up and, with much more delicateness than I would have imagined, he spread me, looking for the special spot he knew was making me wetter.
He needed me as wet and loose as he could get if he hoped to fit himself inside me. I wasn’t sure it would be possible though, even if he worked me over for days on end. That was okay, his tongue, fingers and big green, strong body covered in scars would be enough to make me limp away with a smile.
“What’s your name?” He asked, pressing the hood of my clit up. He grunted in success at finding what he was after.
“Why does that matter?” I moaned as his big plump lips latched on to me and he began to suck. I cried out, wrapping each of my hands around just one of his fingers. They were as thick as baseball bats and easy to hold on to while he roughly demanded my arousal.
He pulled back.
