He was already hard. She could feel the thick shape of him, his stiffness pressing against her. Her fingers were far nimbler and more in control than she felt as she undid his belt, drawing him out into the night air.
The crackling fire at her back warmed her skin as she gave him a slow pump from root to tip, letting her fingertips rub back and forth over his winking slit until she was sliding against his pre-cum. Pulling his balls out so that she could squeeze and stretch them was a bit more of a challenge, necessitating Khash holding himself up off the chair so that she could shift his pants down his hips until he was free.
"They feel heavy. Did proposing to me make your cock hard? Or was it the strong orc son part?"
"Lurielle, you make my cock hard every single day. That's never gonna change, darlin'."
She continued to stroke him until his hips were moving, raising up to meet her hands, fucking into the ring of her fingers. Her panties were soaked. They had had sex outside at the cabin more times than she could count, but they had never doneanything like this, here at home. The need to be stuffed full of him was overwhelming.
How are you going to write about this in your journal? 'He built a little backyard fire, made you cry with how sweet he was. And then you fucked in the backyard like rowdy teenagers where anyone could see.'That was the best she could possibly wish for, she decided. Her older self would read that journal entry and look back with a smile.
"I need you inside me."
Stripping off her leggings was harder to do, and she almost tumbled out of his lap ass over feet in the process, kicking her flip-flops off into the darkness and struggling out of the black lycra as he shucked off his own pants, falling back atop him in a tumble of laughter.
"Pantsless time with Bluebell," he hummed against her throat. "This has always been my favorite thing, darlin'. That's never going to change."
The first press of him would never not take her breath away. She led the domed helmet of his cock head to her slick folds, her head falling back and her mouth dropping open at that first press, her eyes fluttering shut. She sunk down on his length, feeling him stretch her open with every inch, gasping as she did so. Lurielle said a tiny prayer of thanks to her Elvish forebears, all of the Elvish women who had mated with orcs and ogres, with minotaurs and centaurs, who'd impaled themselves on huge cocks so often and for so long that it changed their biology, allowing her to take this big Orcish rod of meat with ease. When she was seated flush against him and he was balls deep inside of her, Lurielle stretched forward again, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I can't wait to be your wife. I can't wait to start this new chapter of our adventure."
"Neither can I, darlin', but first I'm going to need you to ride my cock until you go cross-eyed. You've got me so hot I'm ready to go off like a geyser, and they'll see it from space. You really want to do that to those poor folks up in the space station? They won't know if they're seein' a natural disaster or salvation, but it's going to splatter their windows. Is that what you want?"
“You think you’re that wound up?” she laughed, tightening her thighs in preparation. “We’ll see.” The first roll of her hips made her breath hitch, and by the third, she cried out.Thank the stars the lights are off next door.If Rourke and Violet caught them fucking in the backyard, she'd never live it down.
"That's it, Bluebell. Let me feel that tight squeeze. Ride me good."
One of his giant hands dropped to her hips, helping her maintain a steady rhythm as she began to move. Every stroke made her see stars. Ghost sex. That’s what you have to look forward to. That’s excellent. At this angle, he was even bigger inside her than normal, which was already ‘you can feel his cock against your lungs’ tight. With his other hand, Khash pressed between their bodies to play with her clit, with curled fingers that hit it just right every time she rocked against him. The press and squeeze of his cock within her — dragging over her G-spot, touching a hidden recess at the edge of her cervix that made her see stars each time he did so — coupled with the roll of his fingertips over her throbbing clit was soon too much to withstand. If they were another couple, Ris and Ainslie, maybe, perhaps they would have backed off. Changed positions to extend their pleasure, edged each other to a mutual eruption.
But that wasn't them. They were indulgers. They indulged themselves and each other. And unlike her friends, they didn't need to wait to do this again. It was more likely that she’d be back in a similar position as soon as they went back into thehouse. Lurielle felt the pressure within her ratcheting higher and higher, too high for her to withstand.
"I'm going to come inside you, Bluebell."
"Good," she gasped. "Fill me up. Fill me up until I'm dripping."
The sky above them was a stretch of inky blackness, all pricked through with starlight, and as his control slipped away from him, somewhere in the neighborhood, someone set off what sounded like a bottle rocket. Her back arched at the pop, her ass quivering as she tightened around him, a high keen leaving her throat.
Another bottle rocket popped and Khash groaned, the first hot gush inside her indeed making her go cross-eyed for a moment. His hips hitched as he came, and a third pop echoed from several streets away. There was no explosion of color in the sky, no incandescent spray of light, but she could see it all the same. She loved him, he loved her. They were going to spend the rest of his life together. And she had never felt more beautiful.
When they were finished, Lurielle dropped against him, blade over his hips, still impaled on his softening shaft as he brushed her hair behind her ear.
“Still just as pretty as a flower, Bluebell.”
As he kissed her again, hot and slow, Lurielle made a promise to herself. She wasn't going to get so lost in her panic over the future that she was going to forget to live every moment, be present for every moment with him. Love him hard enough to make the pain of losing him worth it.
“This is how I want to die, Lurielle. Just puttin’ my request in now. Flat on my back, your pussy squeezing my cock purple, with a big ole' smile on my face. I’m going to spend the rest of my days making you as happy as I can until then, but there it is. You have my final order in the kitchen."
She kept her eyes closed, pressed to his chest, feeling the thump of his heartbeat against her cheek. She didn't want to think about him dying, but him dying was all she'd been thinkingabout for weeks. This was a new twist she'd not considered.He's got the right idea. That'll be one hell of a memory to revisit. And if you're going to go, go with a smile.
“Yeah,” she murmured, smiling against his neck, “I think I can manage that.”
Silva
"Tell us again how he asked you."
The goblins at the next table enthusiastically repeated Silva’s request, pointing out to Lurielle thattheyhad only heard the story once.
“C’mon, we need this,” Tula laughed. “I’m going to need the serotonin from your engagement to last until my Growlr date.”
