“No, there’s just one thing missing to make you a perfectly proper pet,” he chuckles, his words slightly slurred.
Before I know what is happening, his fingers spread me open again. I groan as I feel the air caress my wet folds and bottom hole. A second later, I feel something warm and wet between my cheeks and squeeze them shut.
“No, no, little human girl,” he growls, forcing my bottom open again.
He reaches into the bag, and I see him pull out what looks like atail. It’s long and the black fur looks similar to his loincloth. Thesmooth black base is several inches long and I’m not sure how I’m supposed towearit until I feel pressure between cheeks.
“Wait! What? What are you doing?” I cry out.
“Just relax,” he growls, applying more pressure as he rubs the plug in his pooled saliva before pushing it slowly into my ass.
I groan from the pressure and the burning stretch. It’s not pleasant, and there is a lingering sting after my body adjusts to the intrusion. It not only feels strange inside me, but every time the pressure makes my muscles twitch, the tail swishes against my skin.
“Now let’s see if you can be my good little pet,” he says, pushing me off his lap and tugging my leash until I’m on my hands and knees again before he stands up, towering over me more than ever.
Once again, King Lix’tuk parades me around the room, giving me commands to wiggle my ass and prance for him. I practice making the tail swish and sway for his pleasure. I’m sure this is meant to be demeaning and humiliating. Or maybe it’s just entertainment for him. Something to keep hisbrilliant mindoccupied while he drowns memories with grog.
I’m not entirely comfortable, but I don’t hate it. Being turned into an entertaining pet for an orc king is better than facing his whip. Gift? Pet? Does it even matter. This is my life now, and if he wants me to crawl around with a tail, then that’s what I’ll do. He torments me by walking me around and making me follow a few commands.
“Oh!” I squeal, jolting a little when the tail brushes against my sensitive folds instead of my legs.
“You’re still wet and needy, aren’t you?” he growls, sitting back down on the bed. “I won’t send you to bed like that, don’t worry.”
He pulls me over his lap and I wait for him to remove the tail, but he doesn’t. His finger move between my legs and starts stroking my slick folds, which makes me whimper with pleasure.
“Yes, oh god, I need it,” I gasp, my shudders causing me to squeeze the tail, which creates an unusual, but not unpleasant sensation. “Don’t stop.”
His touch gets a little more aggressive. He runs a hand along my bare skin, fondles my breasts and toys with my nipples until they pebble. Just when I’m getting used to the new stimulation, his thick finger moves to my entrance and pushes in just enough to make me gasp. I clench the tail, my pussy fluttering on his finger. I feel an ache that makes me want him to push it deeper, but he doesn’t. He teases me for a few minutes, then his finger returns to my clit, rubbing furious.
I lose focus after that, because his finger causes the pressure to build inside me. It’s gentle at first, like his finger. Then it continues expanding like a bubble, tightening and lingering there. I’m right on the cusp of going over the edge, but not quite. Every time I jerk, I clench on the plug in my bottom hole. After a few minutes, I start liking the extra pressure. I grind my hips, liking the way the tail brushes against my skin too.
“This feels amazing,” I whimper all the sensations blending together. “I’m really glad orcs finish what they start.”
“Yes, we do,” he growls. “Now come for your king like a good little pet.”
“Yes!” I cry out.
My hips move more erratically as he finally pushes me over the edge into beautiful bliss. I come even harder than I did last night, bucking underneath the hands on my skin. I’m breathless for a moment. I stop squirming as several aftershocks roll through my core, each one of them causing the pressure from the tail to amplify the pleasure. Then I start moving again, forcing myself to rub against his erection.
“You can stop squirming, little human girl,” he says, moving his hand away from my clit and slapping my ass.
“Did you…” I whisper.
“I never had any intentions of that,” he growls. He shoves me off his lap, but instead of letting me fall, he holds my arm and drapes me across the furs. I’m grateful, because it takes a moment to position myself with the tail. “Time to sleep.”
He turns off the artificial torches and gets into bed. I stay where he left me, dazed, a little buzzed, and unsure what just happened. Why did he want me to rub against him if it was only going to be a tease? Does he hate humans so much, eventhatdisgusts him? He was hard but still kept a loincloth between us.
And he didn’t remove my tail. I can still feel the pressure, but I’ve gotten used to it. I don’t think it will cause any issues, even if it’s a little uncomfortable. I don’t get to dwell on it long before I fall asleep, still wondering whether being wanted by King Lix’tuk is better or worse than being hated by him.
The next morning, I’m awakened by a nudge of his boot. He’s fully dressed, glaring at me like my father used to when I overslept. One thing about sleeping in a one room shack with really thin walls. You get really used to sleeping through anything.
“Time to get up,” he growls. “Go make coffee.”
“Yes, King Lix’tuk,” I mumble, wiping my eyes and reaching for my robe.
“Hold still,” he says, putting a hand on my shoulder.
He reaches down and gently eases the tail out of my bottom hole. I let out a breath of relief, especially when the next thing he removes is the collar.
