Except he doesn’t stop, and neither does his tongue. It extends from his mouth, going deeper and deeper. He licks my walls, creating beautiful friction. Just when I think it can’t feel any better, his tongue finds a new place inside me and focuses there, stroking, tickling, and rubbing. A ripple of new pleasure sweeps through my core.
I’ve never been with a man before, but I know enough to know humans don’t have tongues that can go this deep. I’ve heard whispers from older girls about a special spot inside them, the g-spot, and it seems that King Lix’tuk has found mine.
“Oh god, that feels good,” I groan, more pleasure surging from my g-spot.
He growls enough for his tongue to vibrate, then starts moving his tongue with more ferocity, like he’s desperate to taste more of me. I doubt that’s true, no matter how salty or sweet I am. He’s just tending to my foolishness. Getting this out of my system because I was stupid enough to stick my finger in my mouth.
Except it doesn’t feel like he’s hating it. Not based on the way his tongue moves. The way he growls and grunts softly every time he gets more ofmeon his tongue. I didn’t think I could come again, but I was wrong. I don’t know if it’s because I tasted his seed or because his tongue feels incredible, but I’m getting close again. The tension is already building.
“King Lix’tuk,” I gasp, my hips twitching and rolling beneath his palms. “You’re going to make me come again.”
He growls louder, his tongue vibrating inside me, my walls trembling in response. He drives his tongue into my pussy a few times, then focuses on my g-spot, moving with enough speed to send me spiraling over the edge. My walls clench his tongue, but can’t hold it still. It keeps moving as I climax, every shudder of pleasure making the orgasm peak higher. I’m moaning loudly from sensations I never even imagined.
Then I immediately feel another orgasm building. I’m still shaking from the aftershocks of the last one, but my body reacts anyway, euphoria flooding my system as I come on his tongue.
“Another one,” I cry out in disbelief and ecstasy.
He already knows. Maybe he can feel them coming. Maybe he cantastethem. I’m not even sure how that works, especially for an orc, but he’s definitely reacting to them. He’s growling louder. Grunting with desperation. His fingers dig into my thighs, hard enough to leave bruises, but the pain doesn’t even register.
“Yes! God YESSS!” I cry out, erupting with another jolt of bliss as he strokes my g-spot with his long tongue.
It feels like there’s no way to stop them now. I’ve gone from too sensitive to climaxing two more times in a row to feeling them rush through my body one after another. If this is what he has to do every time I taste his seed, then I’m ready to drink it like he downs grog. I’ll take another spanking, if it means I end up spread-eagle on his bed, coming on his tongue.
But I promised him I wouldn’t. I won’t break my promise. If his touch is all I get, then I’ll learn to be grateful for it. I’ll make sure his needs are tended to, just like he’s tending to mine, even if all he requires is my hand.
Several smaller orgasms roll through me in waves, and it feels like I’m spent. I’m not numb, like I usually am after I climax, but I’m more sensitive. The weariness is settling in with an afterglow that makes it difficult for me to focus my vision.
“I think I’m done,” I groan, still feeling the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
He slowly withdraws his tongue and licks my folds. “One more, little human girl,” he growls, licking my folds again. “For me.”
For him? Maybe he likes it more than I realized. I relax my tired muscles, but that doesn’t last long, because his tongue plunges into me again. He thrusts it into me several times, an oral imitation of intercourse, making my walls flutter before he focuses again on my g-spot.
“Okay, I can manage one more,” I moan, gasping as I feel the sensitivity protesting his attention. “For you.”
I concentrate on the pleasure, my spent body jerking every time I feel his tongue move. It’s not immediate, but it doesn’t take long for the pressure to build. It’s weaker than before, like it’s as exhausted as I feel. Except the pleasure isn’t enough to give me the release he demands. It just builds and builds until the pressure is so tight I’m struggling to breathe.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I gasp.
He drives his tongue into me several times, then he settles again on my g-spot, licking with more ferocity than I’ve ever felt before. That makes the bubbling pleasure swell until my entire body is shaking. My muscles tense up. My toes curl and uncurl. I’m definitely going to come again, and it’s going to bebig.
“King Lix’tuk!” I keen his name, loud and long, my body shaking all over as the orgasm rips through my entire being.
Not just a big one. It might be as big as the orc who just siphoned it out of my soul. I clench his tongue hard enough that he gets stuck deep inside me for a moment before he slithers free, every movement creating friction that prolongs my pleasure. The orgasm peaks higher than any of the previous ones and it feelslike I’m floating in the clouds for a moment before I crash back into his bed, body still twitching with the aftereffects.
Slowly, his tongue slides out of my fluttering pussy, and I miss the sensation as soon as he’s gone. He leans back and my juices are smeared around his mouth. In his beard. Some of it is dripping on the bed.
“There, that should have gotten it all out of your system,” he declares, glaring at me, but there’s something that looks suspiciously like pride in his eyes.
“Yes, I certainly think it did,” I breathe out, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Good, then it’s time for you to go back where you belong,” he dismisses me like what he just did was a trivial chore, releasing his grip on my thighs and grabbing my ankle.
He starts pulling me toward the foot of his bed and I whimper, my spanked ass rubbing against the fur. I brace myself to be thrown on the floor, but just like the last time, he catches my arm as I tumble, gently lowering me to the fur.
I look up at him and see that his loincloth is still tented, even more than it was when I was squirming against his bulge.
“Do you want me to help you out tonight?” I question meekly.
