I come screaming, thighs clamped around his head, squirting over his chin and neck. He doesn’t stop. He drinks every drop, growling, then moves lower.
His tongue circles my asshole, wet and insistent. I jerk, shocked, but he holds me open with brutal hands and spears inside. The intrusion is filthy, perfect, overwhelming. He tongue-fucks my ass while three fingers now stretch my pussy, thumb grinding my clit until I’m babbling nonsense, coming again so hard I almost black out.
He rises up on his knees, face shining with me, eyes feral.
“Turn over. Tits down, ass up. I’m not finished eating.”
I scramble to obey, cheek pressed to the furs, back arched, presenting both holes like the desperate little slut he’s turned me into. He spreads my cheeks wide and goes back to work, alternating, tongue in my ass, fingers in my cunt, then switching, until I’m a trembling, drooling mess who can only moan “please, please, please” into the same way other women pray.
He flips me again, drags me up by the hair until I’m kneeling. My tits are heaving, nipples so hard they ache. He slaps one, then the other, watching them bounce, then latches onto a nipple and sucks like he’s trying to leave permanent marks. Teeth, tongue, suction, until I’m grinding against nothing and begging again.
He shoves me flat on my back, straddles my ribcage, and feeds his monstrous cock between my tits. The weight of him pins me; the slick head of his cock nudges my chin with every thrust.
“Open that pretty mouth.”
I do, tongue out, drooling for it. He fucks my tits harder, using them like a toy, spitting on the valley to make it glide, occasionally slapping my cheek with his dripping cockhead.
Then he moves higher.
He grips my jaw, forces my mouth wide, and slides his cock straight down my throat in one brutal thrust.
I gag instantly, tears springing to my eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He holds my head immobile and starts fucking my face like it’s another cunt, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Spit pours from my lips, mascara-black tears streaking my cheeks, and I’ve never been wetter in my life.
“Look at you,” he snarls, voice ragged. “Dirty little human fuck-doll. Choking on orc cock like you were born for it.”
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse. My hands scrabble at his thighs, not to push away, never that, but to pull him deeper. He laughs, dark and filthy, and obliges, buryinghimself until my nose is crushed against his pelvis and I can’t breathe.
He holds there until my vision tunnels, then pulls out just long enough for me to gasp one desperate breath before plunging back in. Again. Again. Again. Until I’m limp, floating, existing only for the cock wrecking my throat.
He pulls free with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us, and hauls me up by the throat.
“Beg.”
The word is barely human.
“Please,” I sob, voice shredded. “Please, please, Master, I need your seed. Need you to fill me, breed me, mark me, please?—”
He throws me onto all fours, lines up, and slams into my cunt so hard the slap echoes off stone. One punishing stroke and I’m coming again, walls fluttering around the impossible girth of him. He doesn’t pause, just grips my hips hard enough to bruise and starts pounding, using me exactly like the ragdoll he promised.
Every thrust shoves me forward into the furs. My tits swing, nipples scraping rough hide. He reaches around, pinches my clit, and I scream into the pelts as another orgasm rips through me.
He pulls out, flips me, shoves back in, folds me in half until my ankles are by my ears and drives so deep I feel him in my womb. The angle is obscene; I can see his slick cock disappearing into my body over and over, stretching me obscenely wide.
“Watch,” he snarls. “Watch your greedy little cunt swallow its master.”
I do, and the sight alone nearly makes me come again.
He fucks me through two more shattering climaxes, until I’m limp and shaking and can only whimper. Then he pulls out, fists my hair, and drags my mouth back to his cock.
“Swallow every drop, pet.”
He comes with a roar that rattles the cavern, thick, endless ropes flooding my throat. I gulp frantically, choking, tears and spit and cum dripping down my chin onto my tits. When he’s finally spent he pulls out and paints the last spurts across my face, marking me, owning me.
I collapse, utterly used, blissed-out, ruined.
He gathers me gently, surprisingly gentle after the savagery, and presses my cum-slick face to his chest.
“Mine,” he whispers into my hair, voice hoarse from roaring.
