“I’d rather die than hurt you,” he said earnestly. “But you’ll need to tell me the moment it doesn’t feel right.”
I nodded, and he let go of me, dropping his arms to his sides.
“Get on top, my wild woman. You’re in charge.”
It was a heady feeling to have this big, strong orc spread on the bed like that for me to do with as I pleased. The good thing was, of course, that what pleased me always seemed to please him too.
I climbed on top, straddling his thighs. Despite having just expelled a bucket-load of seed, his cock was already erect again, pointing straight at the ceiling of the cabin, and I took it as a challenge.
“Let’s do it.” I rose on my knees, bringing my core over his bulbous head.
The tip pressed against my entrance, sending a shiver of excitement through my body.
“Careful,” Grat pleaded, grabbing onto my thighs as if to stop me from impaling myself on his monster cock.
I rotated my hips, sliding my dripping wet core over his tip.
“Fuuuck,” Grat groaned, throwing back his head in ecstasy.
The crown of his cock felt so good, rubbing against my most sensitive spot like that. But I needed more.
Aligning myself properly, I dropped my hips a little. My body stretched, taking just the tip for now. I ventured to slip down just a little more until a whisper of pleasure cooled the burn of the stretch.
“Ohhh, it’s so good…” I exhaled.
Grat said nothing, fisting the bedding and rolling his head on the pillow. I loved it when the joy of being with me robbed my talkative orc of words like that.
A warm, tingling wave of desire rolled through my belly and down my trembling thighs. I moaned, pressing my hands into Grat’s hard abdomen. His muscles flexed, turning hard as rock too under my palms.
I raised my hips a little, letting him slide out, then took the tip back in again.
“Oh gods, sweetheart, you’re killing me ever so slowly and so fucking amazing…” Grat growled.
His words dissolved into another groan of pleasure as I slid down again, taking in about half of his hard length. The base with the ring circling his cock was still far below, unreachable. But the stretch tingled and burned, stoking my need. Impatient, I jerked down deeper and hissed through my teeth from the pressure building up.
“Slow down, my wild, wanton thing,” Grat cautioned.
Letting go of the bedding, he licked his finger, then brought it between my legs, easily finding my clit.
I whimpered in pleasure. Feeling an overwhelming need to move, I slid up and down his cock, taking more and more of him in while his fingers played with me on the outside.
He brought his other hand to my breast and plucked my nipple. A sharp surge of lust lanced through me with a slick gushof need between my legs. Soft at first, his touch grew stronger as his control slipped.
“Fuck me, sweetheart,” he begged. “Fuck me hard.”
Leaning forward, I moved my hips faster. I lost track of how deep I was taking him, savoring all the tantalizing sensations of our contact.
“Come,” he growled, lifting his head and catching my nipple with his teeth.
I cried out at the sharp shot of pleasure, then thrust forward, taking more of his hard length than I could ever think was possible.
Unbearable pressure exploded with bliss through my very core. I growled and screamed, like a wild, savage beast indeed.
Grat’s body arched and tensed under me, like a tightly stretched bowstring. He roared, baring his teeth. The hot spurts of his release burst into me. His cock pulsed in perfect resonance with the spasms of my own orgasm.
I let him slip out of me before collapsing on his chest, utterly spent.
“See? And you thought I couldn’t do it,” I muttered proudly, with my eyes closed and my fingers buried in the thick hair on his chest.
