I suck gently on her clit and growl one more time and she shatters.
Her whole body convulses. Her thighs squeeze my head. Her pussy clenches against my tongue and she screams my name so loud it echoes off the bare walls of this empty house. I work her through every tremor and aftershock, only pulling back when she’s limp and gasping on the floor.
My body has finished it’s change. The unnatural bulk is gone. My tusks have retracted to their usual length — still prominent, but not the daggers they were before. My horns have lost their wicked curve. I’m still big. Still an orc. Still hard and aching. But I’m more myself and ready to take her.
She looks up at me with glazed eyes. “That was...”
“That was the first time,” I promise. “We’re not done.”
She reaches for me. Her hand wraps around my shaft and I hiss through my teeth. The sensation is so intense my vision whites out for a second.
“I’ve never done this,” I tell her honestly. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“You’ll last long enough.” She strokes me once, twice, and I’m leaking onto her fingers. “I’ll guide you.”
I cover her with my body and brace my arms on either side of her head, caging her beneath me. She’s small and soft under my body and the contrast makes something possessive rumble in my chest.
Her hand positions my crown at her entrance. The heat of her against the tip of my cock nearly ends me over the edge.
“Slow,” she whispers. “You’re bigger than anyone I’ve been with. Go slow.”
I push inside. Just the crown at first. She sucks in a sharp breath and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“You alright?”
“Keep going. Slow.”
Inch by inch. I’m trembling with the effort of not slamming home. Every instinct says to bury myself to the hilt and thrust and fill her with my seed, but the look on her face — the way she’s breathing, adjusting, her body opening for mine — keeps me controlled.
When I’m finally fully inside her, we both freeze.
The sensation is overwhelming. The tight, wet heat of her surrounding every inch of my cock. I’ve imagined this. Stroked myself in the shower to the thought of this. Nothing compares. Not even close. “You feel—” I can’t finish. I don’t have words for this.
“I know.” She’s trembling beneath me. “Me too….Move,” she says after a moment. “Jonus, move.”
I pull back and thrust in slowly. She moans. I do it again, sliding in and out. She wraps her legs around my hips and digs her heels into my ass, urging me deeper.
“Harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Harder.”
I give her what she wants. My hips snap forward and she cries out, but it’s not pain. Her nails rake down my back and she’s making sounds that drive me out of my mind. I look down at where we’re joined — my green cock disappearing inside her, glistening with her arousal — and the sight almost pushes me over the edge again. But I manage to wait because I want to see her orgasm around me.
I reach between us and find her clit again, still swollen and sensitive. I circle it with my thumb, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
“Come for me, Sloane.”
Her inner walls clamp down on me and her back arches. She screams through her orgasm, her nails drawing blood from my shoulders, her pussy squeezing my cock in rhythmic pulses.
And that’s all it takes.
My back arches and a roar rips from my throat, primal and raw, echoing through the empty house. My cock throbs inside her, jetting seed deep. Wave after wave, filling her, claiming her. I grab her hips and grind into her, making sure every drop goes where it belongs.
When it finally ends, I’m gasping. I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest. Seed leaks from where we’re still joined and drips onto the pile of clothes beneath us. A possessive growl rumbles in my chest at the sight.
She laughs breathlessly. “What was that growl for?”
