He groaned then, as she slowly pressed into him, always a bit hesitant on the first press. Their height difference made taking him on his knees untenable, and she wasn’t coordinated enough for any position requiring balance or stamina, but him laying on his back with her in between his legs did the trick. "Is this okay? Do I have enough lube?" His hitching breath was her only answer for a long moment as she slid into place, grunting again when she bottomed out within him.
"You’re perfect, Bluebell." Warmth suffused her face as she began to move, his words curling around her earlier affirmation in a way that made her stomach swoop, and she began to rock against him determinedly. He was close, after all, had nearly finished inside her before, and she didn’t want to keep him suffering. The benefits of this position, she’d discovered, was the unfettered access to the acres of his rich green skin — thick thighs and straining cock, slapping against his belly; his solid abdomen and the dips above his hips, the deep cavern of his navel and the way his muscles jumped when she pressed her finger into it. The broad valley of his chest beckoned to her fingertips and she stretched, keeping up the pumping of his hips as she reached out to drag her nails through the dark hair dusting his sculpted pectorals, catching his nipples and tugging.
"Darlin, you’re tryn’a kill me now."
"Oh, I amnot, you big baby." The rhythm required to thrust her hips in an even cadence was not one she possessed naturally, she’d discovered in the beginning, but her proficiency had improved since those early, unskilled forays into pleasuring her boyfriend this way. His heavy balls lifted as she pumped into him, the wrinkled skin of his sac stretching as she pulled it, cupping and squeezing his fat testicles, ensuring each of them received her attention; his deep rumble as she did so letting her know the action was appreciated.
His cock was thick and heavy when she lifted it, at last, earning a throaty groan as she did so. It took both hands to span his girth, the pre-come he was steadily oozing slickening her fingers as she began to pump him, doing her best to match the rhythm against his prostate with the rhythm she used to stroke his cock. Every pull of his foreskin exposed the shiny, pink-edged glans of his head, and Lurielle wished she boasted even a tenth of Ris’s flexibility, wanting nothing more than to bend in half and suck the domed mushroom cap into her mouth. She loved the exquisite feeling of fullness that came when he erupted inside of her — the way his hips would jerk with every pulse of his release, the way he instinctively buried himself to the hilt when he did so. She loved it, but she loved making him come likethisas well. His entire body would shiver and then stiffen, and then his legs would begin to shake, a tremble that tightened his big thighs and made his hips jerk. When his cock released, at last, it was like a geyser — thick ropes spattering his belly and chest, and the accompanying groan would nearly sound pained, but she knew better. Or at least, she did now.
It wasn’t long before Lurielle felt that tell-tale shiver move through him, redoubling her efforts as his spine stiffened. The tremors moved up his body in a wave, nearly dislodging her as his hips jumped, and she pressed forward, kissing his prostate with the goblin model as she stroked his cock, tightening her hands when he began to throb.
"C’mon, baby. Come for me," she whispered, unsure if he was even able to hear her. Khash said the most ridiculous things, but also the most deliciously filthy things to her, groaned against her hair and her skin, hissed in her ear, syrupy sweet and sinful in his sticky drawl, but being able to reciprocate was a work in progress.Expressing your love for others is easier when you know how to love yourself, the sphinx had said, and she was working on it. For now, her practically inaudible murmurings were all she could muster.
She told herself that her whispered encouragement had worked, for he moaned immediately after, cock erupting. The first shot hit his shoulder, white release spilling over her knuckles before a thick rope let loose over his stomach, another over his chest, another, then another. So much for that shower.Khash let out a throaty groan as he came, and she fought to retain control over his erupting cock, feeling as though she were indeed wrestling a particularly porcine dragon as it jerked and thrashed in her grip with every thick rope it released.
He sucked in a shuddering breath when she pulled out slowly, moving off the bed and beelining to the bathroom, unbuckling the harness and dropping it into the tub. Clean up would be taken care of later, and Lurielle liked to occasionally entertain herself with thoughts of her mother dropping by unexpectedly, opening the dishwasher to find the two dildos in the top rack — the oversized orc version, dark green and veiny, which she availed herself of on the nights Khash slept in his own apartment in the city, and the squat goblin version she used on him. She was certain her mother would simply will herself out of existence at that point, a thought that always brought a smile to Lurielle’s face, which was most definitely something she needed to bring up in therapy.
"You made a giant mess," she accused, returning with a towel to find him slumped in the exact same position as when she’d left him — covered in his own cum, cock deflated and spent, looking exhausted against his thigh, his face turned against the pillows, his dark hair spread over it like a thundercloud. "Your huge load, one; scalding hot shower, zero."
"Bluebell,youare the one who made this mess. This big load was for you, by you. So much for being clean enough to whistle you a song."
There wasso muchof it, and she bit her lip as she toweled him clean, unable to pretend the sight wasn’t hotter than anything she would have been able to imagine a year ago.Drop-dead sexy orc, exhausted and covered in a gallon of his own cum because you fucked him so well.Her lips twitched at the thought, heat pinkening her cheeks as she wiped the last bit of evidence away.
"I don’t know what evil thoughts are causing that little grin, but you sure are beautiful when you blush."
The heat that suffused her face then had the unexpected tug of tears, and she dropped the towel, scrambling onto the bed to bury her face against his neck and breathe him in, pushing the tears that wanted to fall away. She still hadso muchwork to do, needed to learn to love the reflection in the mirror and the elf attached to it, but pretending that it wasn’t made easier hearing it vocalized would have been disingenuous.
"I thought you wanted to go to the fair, darlin’," he pointed out as she tugged the folded quilt over them, tucking under his arm.
"I do, and now I’ve been promisedtwocandy apples. Don’t think I forgot that. But we can take a little nap first." He chuckled, pulling her tighter against him. He was an inferno, warming her skin, and Lurielle pressed herself into him, peppering his neck in tiny kisses. She needed to be the voice in her own head quieting the insults, stopping the negative thoughts, and turning them around. She would get there, she reminded herself, closing her eyes, refusing to cry. She would get there, but in the meantime, if she had to live with another voice in her head that would silence those belonging to her mother and her ex, there was no other syrupy drawl in the world she would have picked.
Ris
There had been nothingappetizing on the menu at the resort’s bonfire party. Oh, there had been handsome orcs aplenty, in snug designer tees and button-downs unbuttoned to the middle of their broad, hair-covered chests, mingling around the resort grounds where pop-up beverage stations were serving an Orcish beer and cups of spiced rum and cider; mingling and cuddling up to the sightseers around the edge of the blazing fire. They were all seeking the same thing — a tourist like her, someone looking for the temporary carnality the resort town was known for . . . but they moved and mingled relentlessly, playing a numbers game she simply didn’t have the appetite for this time around.
When the guests began to drift away to seek out the more straightforward entertainment on the commune grounds, Ris found her feet taking her in the opposite direction, heading to the small business district with its restaurants and shops. After all, she’d experienced what the commune had to offer, had sampled the local buffet and found the experience . . . somewhat wanting. Not that she regretted the first trip, not in the slightest, but it hadn’t scratched the itch under her skin, and she’d discovered that thethoughtof anonymous public sex was far more exciting than the impersonal reality, for her at least.No kink shame, boys and girls, just not for me.The buffet of manly bodies that would pack the commune parties held little attraction for her, but there were other options for the night.
