He shed his own remaining clothes, and when I finally saw all of him, my breath caught in my throat.
He was magnificent. All seven feet of him, broad and powerful and utterly male. But it was the sight of his arousal that made my pulse race with a mixture of desire and nervousness.
His cock was proportioned to match the rest of him, long and thick, with veins snaking across the emerald-green shaft. But what caught my attention were the unique features. Nestled between the flared base and the bulbous tip were a series of adornments, smooth strands that jutted out in a spiraling pattern, wrapping around his length. Each held a small bead-like appendage that appeared to vibrate. The tip of his cock leaked pearly green precum that made my mouth water with curiosity.
“That’s… You’re different,” I said, unable to keep the wonder out of my voice.
The tips of his ears darkened, and he shifted as if he wanted to hide from my gaze. “I should have warned you. Orc phys-physiology is?—”
“Amazing,” I said.
He tapped one of the beads and the strand holding it in place. “These-these are coorails. All orcs have them. They…vibrate.”
This was going to feel amazing. I traced one of the coorails with a gentle finger. He groaned at the contact, his hips jerking forward.
“Do they feel good?”
“Very,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding still under my exploration. “Bu-bu-but they’re meant to feel good for you too. They’ll…they’ll enhance your pleasure.”
Heat pooled low in my belly, and I could feel myself growing wetter with anticipation. “I want to try.”
“We’ll go slow,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I pulled him down for another kiss, pouring all my trust and desire into the connection of our mouths.
He groaned, his hips rolling against mine as our bodies aligned. The friction sent a gasp tumbling from my lips, and he drank it in, his tongue chasing mine with a hunger that set my senses ablaze.
His hand cupped my breast, his fingers featherlight at first, then firmer as he teased the peak into a tight bud. I arched my body, seeking more, and he obliged, lowering his mouth to suck gently, his tusks brushing against my heated skin. The sensation made my toes curl, a moan escaping me as trembling pleasure sparked through my core.
“You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice thick with admiration and arousal. “Your body si-si-sings for me.”
I dragged my fingernails down his back, not hard, but enough to make him shiver. He growled, a low sound that vibrated against my chest. He shifted lower to kiss a trail down my torso, lingering at my navel with a swirl of his tongue that made my breathing stutter.
When he reached the edge of my panties, he paused, looking up at me with desire etched into every line of his face. “I need to taste you.”
My thighs parted instinctively, an answer in themselves, but I still managed to speak. “Please.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled the lace down my legs, trailing kisses along my thighs as each inch of me was revealed. When he finally settled between my legs, his wide shoulders pressing them apart, I felt utterly exposed, vulnerable, yet treasured under his gaze.
After sending me a shy smile, he buried his face in me. His tongue moved like silk, teasing me until I whimpered and begged for more. And he gave it, pressing in with long strokes.
One hand snaked up to my breast, while the other kept me splayed open for his exploring mouth. His tongue stroking my clit sent a jolt through my spine, and I cried out, twisting my fingers into the sheets, or maybe his hair, I couldn’t tell, my world had narrowed to heat and the ecstasy that built with every flick. His coorails vibrated against my shin where his cockrested, tantalizingly close but not yet claiming me. That low purr of his, rough around the edges, rolled over my skin like thunder.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth, licking in rhythmic circles, I shattered.
My climax took me by surprise, crashing through me with enough force to steal my breath, my legs locking around his shoulders as I rode each wave. Hail didn’t stop. He groaned against me like my pleasure was something holy, like it set loose a deep, primal part of him.
It took a moment, several breathless, bone-melting ones, before I could speak, my voice hoarse with spent desire. “My god, Hail…”
He kissed his way back up my body, his eyes dark and wild. “I could stay there forever. But I—I need you now.”
He positioned himself over me carefully. When I looked up, I was staring at his broad chest rather than his face, the expanse of green skin and muscle blocking out the world above me. It should have felt overwhelming, but instead it felt safe, like I was being sheltered by a living mountain.
“Can you kiss me from there?” I asked, suddenly realizing the logistics of our coupling might be more complicated than I’d anticipated.
He chuckled. “Not easily. We might have to get cr-cr-creative.”
“I like creative.” I ran my hands over his chest, fascinated by the play of muscles under his skin. “We’ll figure it out as we go.”
