When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, panting. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit around his girth.The gold piercing through the head of his cock pressed against sensitive tissues deep inside me, adding to the overwhelming sensations.
"Move," I finally whispered when I could form words again. "Please, Namosh."
He needed no further encouragement. Slowly, he withdrew until only the head remained inside me, then pushed back in with a controlled thrust that made me nearly pass out from pleasure. His rhythm was deliberate at first, each thrust measured and precise.
"Yes," I moaned as he angled his hips, finding the spot that made my back arch off the bed. "Right there."
Namosh growled, his pace increasing slightly. "You take me so well," he praised, his voice rough with pleasure. "It’s like you were made for me. My perfect mate."
His words fueled something primal in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder. My hands explored his chest, tracing the intricate tattoos that seemed to shimmer and move with each thrust.
"More," I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness. "I need more."
His eyes darkened at my words, pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the gold. "As you wish," he rumbled.
Without warning, he flipped us over, maintaining our connection as he settled on his back with me straddling his hips. The new position drove him even deeper, making me cry out as gravity impaled me fully on his massive length.
"Ride me," he commanded, his hands gripping my hips. "Take your pleasure from me, mate. Ride me until you cum untouched.”
I braced my hands against his broad chest and began to move, lifting myself up before sinking back down. Each descent sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body as the ridgesalong his shaft dragged against my inner walls and the piercing hit my prostate with unerring accuracy. Namosh watched me with open adoration, his hands guiding my movements when my thighs began to tremble with exertion.
"That's it," he growled, his tusks gleaming in the low light. "Take what you need."
I rode him with increasing desperation, chasing my release as sweat beaded across my skin. His massive hands gripped my hips, helping me establish a rhythm that had us both moaning. The gold piercing through the head of his cock hit my prostate again and again, driving me to the edge of insanity with delight.
"I'm close," I warned, my voice breaking as the pressure built inside me. My untouched cock bobbed between us, leaking pre-cum onto his tattooed abdomen.
"Not yet," Namosh commanded, suddenly sitting up and wrapping one arm around my back. With frightening ease, he lifted and turned us both without disconnecting our bodies, laying me on my back once more. "I want to see your face when you surrender to me completely."
He loomed over me, his massive frame blocking out everything else in my vision. His thrusts became more forceful, more possessive, each one pushing me further up the bed until I had to brace my hands against the headboard to keep from hitting it.
"Mine," he growled, leaning down to nip at my neck with surprising gentleness despite his ferocious appearance. "My mate. My Kaleb."
The sound of my name on his lips pushed me closer to the edge. His cock seemed to swell even larger inside me, the ridges becoming more pronounced as his own orgasm approached.
"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. "Namosh, please..."
He understood. Picking up the pace, Namosh drove himself to the hilt over and over again, his movements becoming erratic. I could feel him swelling larger, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.
“Fuck…” he growled, his voice so deep it vibrated through his cock into me. “I’m going to breed you, little one.”
“Yes,” I cried. “Cum inside me!”
With one final thrust, he buried himself inside me, a roar escaping his lips that echoed off the walls. I felt the hot pulse of his release deep, seemingly endless as he continued to twitch and growl, filling me to the brim. The heat pushed me over the edge and with a cry I came untouched, painting my belly in more cum than I thought possible. The world around me tilted and I lost all track of time and place. All I felt was pure, unfiltered bliss.
When I finally regained my senses, Namosh was still inside me, his forehead pressed against mine as we both struggled to catch our breath. His golden eyes studied me with a tenderness that seemed at odds with his fierce appearance.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice rumbling through both our bodies.
"No," I managed, my voice hoarse from crying out. "I don’t… I don’t think I’ve ever been better actually."
A smile spread across his face, transforming his features from intimidating to almost boyishly charming. "Good. Because this is only the beginning of what I wish to share with you."
Carefully, he withdrew from my body, both of us wincing slightly at the sensation. His cum dripped down my thighs, my body unable to contain it all. And I found myself feeling overwhelmed and suddenly emotional after everything that had happened. He must have seen it in my expression because he immediately gathered me against his chest, cradling me as if I were something precious.
"Rest now," he murmured, stroking my hair. "Take all the time you need, little one.”
As I drifted in the afterglow, countless questions swirled through my mind. What did it mean to be an orc's mate? What would happen when we left this room? Would he expect me to go home with him? Did orcs even have homes in the conventional sense?
