“That’s my mate,” he said, and the pride in his voice made my heart flutter. “Always ready for an ad-ad-adventure.”
He shifted, bracing himself on one elbow so he could reach my mouth while his other hand explored my body with increasing boldness. His fingers found the heat between my legs, and I gasped at the contact.
“So wet for me,” he said against my lips, his touch gentle but sure as he explored my folds. “So perfect.”
I could only moan in response as he worked magic with his fingers, finding spots that made me arch and writhe beneath him. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me, how much pressure to apply, where to focus his attention to drive me wild.
“How are you so good at this?” I gasped between kisses.
“Orc males are taught to prioritize their mate’s pleasure.” Thick desire filled his voice. “It’s a-a point of honor.”
“Remind me to thank whoever taught you,” I breathed, then cried out as he found a particularly sensitive spot.
He took his time building me back up, his fingers working magic that had me desperate for more. When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, I was more than ready for him, aching with need.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” His voice came out tight with the effort of holding back.
The first press of him against me was overwhelming. He was so much larger than any human male, but I could feel the coorails pressing against my sensitive flesh like tiny caresses. As he eased forward with infinite care, the sensation shifted from overwhelming to incredible.
“Oh,” I breathed, my back arching as he filled me slowly, inch by careful inch. “Oh, that’s…that’s amazing.”
The coorails were already starting their magic, the gentle vibration sending waves of pleasure through me that made my breath come in short gasps. He paused when he was halfway in, giving me time to adjust to his size.
“How are you doing?” he asked, though I could see the strain in his face from holding back, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort.
“It’s great,” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “Keep going. Please.”
He continued his slow advance, each inch bringing new sensations as the coorails stimulated places I didn’t even know existed. The feeling was indescribable, fullness and pleasure and completion all rolled into one overwhelming feeling.
When he was finally fully seated inside me, we both groaned. I felt stretched and filled and claimed in the most fundamental way possible.
“Fates,” he breathed, his forehead dropping to rest on the bed above me, his hot breath hot fanning my shoulder. “You feel wonderful.”
I could only nod, overwhelmed by the fullness, the gentle vibration of the coorails, the feeling of being completely claimed by this male I loved. He was so deep inside me I felt like he was touching my soul.
“Can you move?” I asked after a moment, already craving more sensation, more of him.
“If you’re sure you’re-you’re ready.”
“I am.” I rolled my hips and gasped at the pleasure that shot through me. “More than ready.”
He began to move then, slow and careful, each withdrawal and thrust sending the coorails dancing across my most sensitive spots. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, an intense pleasure that built with each movement.
“Is this normal for orcs?” I managed to ask between gasps, my hands scrabbling for purchase on his broad back.
He chuckled, though it came out strained with the effort of maintaining his careful pace. “The coorails? Yes. Evolution’s way of making sure orc females wanted to mate with us.”
“Smart evolution,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist as much as I could manage given our size difference. The change in angle sent new waves of heat through me.
“Very smart. Can’t have unsatisfied ma-mates.”
“Definitely not unsatisfied,” I cried out as he hit a particularly good spot. “Very, very satisfied.”
The change in angle sent the coorails pressing against new areas, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He stilled immediately, concern flooding his features.
“Too much?”
“Not enough.” I pulled him down for a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than finesse. “More. Please.”
