Alexander and Marquis step aside.Tristian lowers himself between my legs.He could crush me in a breath if he wanted to.But balancing his body with one arm, he uses his other hand to curl around my back, lifting me until my pussy touches his cock.
Not breaking his gaze from mine, he presses himself into my folds.He pushes a little deeper, breaching the point where Marquis had held his cock inside me.I jolt as if I've touched an open flame.Pain lances through me, my threshold already mercilessly crossed.
Tears roll down the sides of my face.I want to push him away, but he draws me closer, slipping more inches of his length inside me.I'm openly sobbing now.
"No, no, no.I can't...it's too big.Please.It's too big."I hate how weak I sound, but I can't help it.
Tristian lowers his head and brushes his lips against mine, his tusks receding.
Just when I think he is going to kiss me, he drops his forehead to mine.His muscles tense visibly; his body goes rigid.His veins stand out, tormented, as if they're going to snap under his skin.
I feel as if I'm the one hurting him, but then the most extraordinary thing happens.
The thickness of his cock inside me gradually reduces.How is he doing this?But it's clear the strain he is under.
Is he doing this for me?It can't be something he would have done for a female orc whose body was made to receive them.
He deepens the passage into my pussy, and while I'm not being stretched to the point of being torn in half, his depth inside me evokes its own level of apprehension.
The head of his cock bumps against my cervix, then stays there while he forces me to regulate my breathing.
The sensation is alarming, yet it also elicits a stream of wetness from the deepest part of my core.
He moves slowly, drawing in a breath and then back out again.The blood in my veins swells; the walls of my pussy pulse as if needing more, wetness pooling inside me, soaking Tristian.
He flips us around so that I'm straddling him, and now I see the full extent of the toll he's taken on himself.
"Tristian," I say, worried about him.But he reaches a hand between my thighs and scrapes his nail against my clit.
I arch my back deeply as an instant climax takes hold of me.I drop onto his chest, clinging to him as if my life depends on it—and it does, as he unleashes wave after wave of sublime pleasure from me.
My pussy is still spasming, my heart in disarray; behind me, the heat from Alexander and Marquis ignites a new layer of need and uncertainty altogether.
A violent tremble quakes through me as Alexander pierces the flesh of my butt with his tusks.The unexpected sharp sting only serves to make me hotter, greedier.
I turn crimson as Alexander and Marquis part my cheeks to reveal my most forbidden place.
Oh dear god.
I try to scoot away, but this time Tristian opens his mouth on my nipple, and I feel his tusks nip my skin from inside his mouth.
But my response is entirely different from trying to escape.I push into him, wanting him to bite me just as I feel ribbons of pre-cum drizzle into my bottom hole.Alexander and Marquis are holding me open with one hand each while they pump their cocks with the other.
I have a complete meltdown when they use their fingers to massage their pre-cum into my hole.
My breathing is haggard, frantic, and unsexy.I can't take their fingers; how will I take their cocks?
I shake my head as both Alexander and Marquis line up the heads of their cocks at the entrance of my most private part.
They're just too big.I couldn't take one of their cocks, let alone two.My flesh wouldn't stretch that much if they tried.
But then I hear their grunts and groans.I don't have to see them to know their bodies are drawn so taut they'll snap, a deliberate act to reduce their size.I don't want them to do this...
I don't want them to change who they are.
