“Every hole,” he reminds me, voice dark with promise.
Two thick fingers push into my cunt without warning, curling, scissoring, stretching. I scream into the hay. He adds a third, fucks me open fast and ruthless, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet barn.
“Soaked for me. Greedy little cunt already trying to milk my fingers. You want this orc cock wrecking you, don’t you?”
“Yes, gods, yes, please?—”
He pulls his fingers free and I whine at the loss, until I feel the blunt, impossibly thick head of his cock nudge my entrance. He’s huge, bigger than anything I’ve ever taken, bigger than should be possible. I feel the stretch immediately, the burn, the impossible pressure as he starts to push.
“Breathe,” he orders, one hand stroking my spine like I’m a spooked mare. “Take it. Take every inch of your orc.”
I force myself to relax, to open, to surrender. He sinks in one merciless inch at a time, growling the whole way, until his hips meet my ass and I’m stuffed so full I can’t breathe. My whole body trembles around him.
Then he starts to move.
There’s no gentle rhythm, no careful lover’s pace. He fucks me like a beast claiming his mate, hips slamming, balls slapping my clit with every brutal thrust. The barn shakes. Hay flies. I scream into the straw, fingers clawing for purchase, coming apart on his cock in under a minute, squirting messily around his pistoning length.
He doesn’t stop.
He yanks my hips higher, changes the angle, and suddenly he’s hitting something inside me that makes my vision white out. My second orgasm barrels through me before the first has even faded. I’m sobbing, babbling, calling him every filthy name I know and inventing new ones.
“That’s it,” he snarls, voice ragged. “Scream for your orc. Let the whole fucking farm know who owns this cunt.”
He pulls out abruptly and I cry out at the loss, until he flips me onto my back again. My legs are jelly; he throws them over his shoulders without effort, folds me nearly in half, and drives back in to the hilt.
The new angle is devastating. I feel him everywhere, in my throat, in my soul. His hand collars my throat again, thumb pressing just enough to make my head swim.
“Look at me while I breed you.”
Our eyes lock. His are black with lust, pupils blown wide.
“You’re going to take every drop tonight,” he promises. “Going to fill this tight little human pussy until it’s dripping down your thighs for days. So when I’m gone tomorrow, you’ll still feel me owning you.”
The words break me. I come again, harder than before, back bowing off the hay, walls clamping around his cock in rhythmic pulses. He roars, thrusts erratic, and then I feel it, hot, thick pulses of orc seed flooding me, painting my insides, marking me in the most primal way possible.
He doesn’t pull out.
He stays buried deep, grinding, making sure nothing leaks out. His hand slides between us, finds my swollen clit, rubs merciless circles until I’m sobbing from overstimulation, until another smaller orgasm shudders through me and I squirt again, soaking us both.
Only then does he ease out, slow, watching his cum follow, thick white ropes spilling from my ruined hole. He scoops it up with two fingers and pushes it back inside me, possessive, reverent.
“Keep it,” he orders, voice hoarse. “Keep me inside you.”
I’m boneless, floating, tears drying on my cheeks, when he gathers me close, but he’s not done.
He rolls us so I’m straddling his hips. His cock, still half-hard and slick with us, rests heavy against my stomach. He grips my waist and lifts me like I’m weightless, positions me over the flushed, leaking head.
“Again,” he says simply.
I sink down, crying out at the renewed stretch. My thighs shake; he doesn’t care. He uses my hips to fuck me up and down his length, slow and deep, making me feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his heartbeat inside me.
I lose track of how many times he takes me. On my back, on my knees, pressed against the barn wall with my legs around his waist, bent over a hay bale while he spanks me raw and fucks my ass with two thick fingers until I’m begging, actually begging, for his cock there too.
He gives it to me.
He bends me over that same bale, spreads my cheeks, and works into my ass with the same relentless patience he used on my pussy, slow, inexorable, until I’m stuffed full of orc cock again and coming so hard I see stars. He fucks my ass like he owns it, because he does, until I’m a sobbing, drooling mess who can only chant his name.
When he finally comes the second time, deep in my ass, he stays there, plugging me, letting me feel every twitch. Then he pulls out, watches his seed leak from both holes, and uses his cock to paint it over my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, marking every inch of skin he can reach.
