“Fook, ye’re so wet for me,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect. So ready. Ye respond to me like ye were made for this, made for me.”
His fingers slid inside me, two thick digits stretching me, preparing me. He curled them slowly, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb continued to work my clitoris and I could feelanother climax building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“Please,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his chest. “Vrogul, I need you. I need your cock.”
“Aye, wildcat. Ye’ll have it. Take what ye need.”
He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. The filthy sight made my cunny clench with need.
I braced my hands more firmly on his chest, raising myself up on my knees. The sheltered hollow between the rocks protected us from the worst of the wind, but the cold caress still whispered across my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and back. I reached down between us, wrapped my hand around his thick, ridged cock, and positioned it at my entrance.
The head of his cock pressed against me, and I began to sink down slowly. The first ridge stretched me, a delicious burn that made me pause, adjusting to the sensation.
Vrogul’s hands gripped my hips, steadying me but not forcing me.
“That’s it, dkaar. Take yer time. Take all of me. Ye’re doing so well,” he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I sank lower, the second ridge pushing into me, stretching me wider. The sensation was overwhelming—each ridge a distinct feeling, each one requiring me to open more for him. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut as I focused on the feeling of being filled, claimed, possessed.
“Look at me,” Vrogul commanded.
My eyes flew open to meet his glowing gaze.
“I want to see ye when ye take all of me. Want to see ye become mine.”
The third ridge slid in, then the fourth. I was panting now, my body trembling with the effort and the pleasure. My thighs shook as I lowered myself further, taking more and more of his length.
“So good,dkaar. Ye’re taking me so perfectly. Just a bit more, love. Almost there.”
The final ridge pushed past my entrance, and I sank down completely, fully seated on his cock. The sensation of being so utterly filled, so completely stretched, was indescribable. And then, without warning, an orgasm exploded through me.
I went rigid atop him, my back arching, my mouth falling open in a silent scream. My inner muscles clenched around his cock, spasming wildly as pleasure crashed over me in waves. ‘Twas sudden, intense, unexpected.
Vrogul’s hands were on me immediately, stroking my skin, my sides, my thighs, soothing and praising.
“That’s it, love. Let it take ye. Ye’re so beautiful like this, coming on my cock.”
When I could breathe again, when the waves had subsided enough for me to think, I gasped.
“What wasthat?”
His grin was pure male satisfaction.
“Part of orcish nature. Our Mates climax as soon as we are inside them in order to ease the way for what’s to come.”
Oh my.
This might be my new favorite part of orcish nature.
“What’s to come?” I murmured. I rocked forward experimentally, gasping at the pleasure which shot through my limbs.
His hands clamped down on my hips, taking control of my movements.
“Fooking ye, love. Are ye ready for me?”
I met his challenge with my chin high.
“So ready. Please claim me, Vrogul.”
