“Okay…” she whimpers, hesitation in her eyes.
I pick up the belt again, folding it tighter this time. The first strike between her legs needs to be precise. Controlled. Just enough to sting her folds without hitting her clit directly. Too much and I’ll hurt her in ways I don’t intend. Too little and the lesson won’t stick.
“Count,” I command, and swing the belt in a light, downward flick across her pussy.
She watches with wide eyes until the leather cracks against her skin, then she shrieks, her entire body convulsing. “One! Oh god, one!”
I wait longer this time, letting the sensation settle. Her thighs are trembling, trying to close, but I she holds them open, leaving her pussy fully exposed for what is coming.
The second strike is just as controlled, landing on her wet folds with a soft smack. She sobs, her hands fisting the fur.
“Two!” she squeals.
When the third lands, she shrieks, hips squirming against the mattress until she finally settles. “Three! Please, please, I’m sorry, I won’t lie again, I promise.”
“You have two more,” I bark sternly, my voice rougher than I intend. My cock is so hard it’s painful, and the scent of her arousal is making it difficult to finish this. But orcs finish what they start. “You can take two more.”
The fourth strike makes her scream, her body arching. But she counts it. “Four!”
I pause, rubbing her inner thighs, then brush my finger against her wet heat. She’s soaking wet, her pussy clenching around nothing. I circle her entrance, gathering her slickness, then drag my fingers up to her clit. She gasps, her hips bucking.
“Last one. Then I’m going to make you come on my tongue.”
The fifth and final strike is the lightest, barely more than a tap against her sensitive folds. But after the previous four, it’s enough to make her sob.
“Five!” she cries, shaking as she processes the pain.
I run my palm over her trembling thighs until the panic leaves her scent. Then I throw the belt on the floor, and look at her, legs splayed, pussy pink, slightly swollen and glistening. Her face is wet with tears, her chest heaving. But the need in her pretty brown eyes is unmistakable, and I crave her flavor on my tongue.
“You won’t lie to me again,” I say confidently, dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed. “And since you took your punishment so well, now you’re going to get your reward.”
I grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed, spreading her wide. She makes a high pitched keening noise, her hands reaching for my head, fingers tangling in my mane.
“King Lix’tuk,” she breathes, her voice still cracking from the intensity of her lesson.
“That’s right, little human girl. I am your king now,” my mouth moves against her pussy, my breath making her shiver. “I know it hurt, but your punishment is over.”
She’s learned her lesson. There will be no more pain tonight except the ache in my cock, but that can wait. I’m already leaking after having her squirm against me, but that’s nothing compared to an actual release. When I was alone, I could go at least a week without tending to my needs. With her around, I’m struggling to make it a day.
I taste her saltiness first as I drag my tongue through her folds and settle on her clit. Human girls have two spots that make them scream. I’ve heard that for years but never realized exactly how sensitive they are. Never realized their sensitivity could beenjoyable.
“Oh, that feels good,” she mewls prettily, her pleasure is as much of as an aphrodisiac as tasting her.
“Better than the belt?” I chuckle, circling her clit with my tongue.
“Yes, much better than the belt,” she groans. “But it feels a little different now. I hate to admit this, but it might feel even better after you spanked me there.”
“Maybe little human girls like having their pussies spanked more than you realized,” I growl, silencing her with a few flicks of my tongue. “But I won’t do it again unless you give me a good reason… or you ask for it.”
I hold her in place against the mattress and keep licking her. Keep tasting her. This is just a tease. I need the sweetness that comes after she orgasms. That’s the taste I truly crave. My tongue rolls around her clit several times, then flicks against it. I can feel the way her muscles tense every time another rippleof pleasure shoots through her. It won’t take long to make her come.
Her hips start moving against my mouth, grinding her pussy into my face. I let her, even though I could easily apply more pressure and keep her from moving. I just have to make sure she doesn’t jerk so much that she cuts herself on one of my tusks. Human skin isn’t as durable or tough as orc skin, and I don’t want to injure her.
“King Lix’tuk,” she moans, her fingers tightening in my mane. “I’m going to come.”
“Then come,” I hum against her clit, the vibration making her shudder. “Come on my tongue, little human girl. That way I can taste how sweet you really are.”
I increase the pressure. Speed up. My tongue works her clit in tight circles until her thighs are trembling and her breathing is ragged. She’s close. So close she already smells sweet. Her back arches and she cries out as I feel her orgasm.
