“Yes! Oh yes, yes!” she cries, her pussy clenching.
I keep my tongue moving against her clit until the orgasm fades, then I drag my tongue to her opening, greedily lapping up the sweetness that blooms after her release. It’s even better than the scent that has distracted me all day. Richer. More intoxicating. I could get drunk off this taste. She’s better than grog.
She’s still shaking when I pull back slightly, looking up at her flushed face. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted as she pants. She’s extra sensitive now. She doesn’t have the benefit of my seed in her system. But I’m not nearly done.
“Are you ready to feel my tongue inside you?” I rasp, flattening my tongue and licking from her entrance to her clit.
Her eyes widen slightly, but I don’t give her a chance to respond. I drag my tongue from her clit to her entrance, circling it slowly. As close to teasing as an orc can get. She whimpers and her hips twitch.
“I’m ready,” she mewls, her voice trembling with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.
“Glad you’ve learned not to lie,” I quip.
My tongue slides into her tight heat, and she gasps, her walls clenching the wet muscle immediately. But she can’t get a grip on it. She’d have to clench really hard for that, and she’s only managed it once. Despite that, I go slow, letting her adjust to the intrusion, feeling her open up for me. Inch by inch, I push my tongue deeper, extending it further than any human tongue could ever go.
“Oh my god,” she moans, one hand fisting the fur, the other tangled in my thick black hair. “I was so delirious last time I didn’t even question it, but your tongue is really, really long.”
I don’t answer, but my chuckle makes my tongue vibrate. My reward is another taste of her salty sweetness and a breathless gasp.
From what I know about humans, most males don’t enjoy doing this for their women. Some even think it’s demeaning or submissive. They couldn’t be more wrong. The way she feels. Hot. Tight. Wet. The way her walls flutter, trying to grip me. The way she fucking tastes. I haven’t been this hard in decades.
Once my tongue is as deep as it can go without hurting her, I pause, letting her feel the gentle friction before I start to really move. I don’t focus on her g-spot. Not yet. I withdraw slowly, then thrust back in. I repeat the motion several times until I’m fucking her with my tongue. Then I plunge it into her with reckless abandon, knowing she can take it.
“Oh god! Oh god, that feels incredible,” she gasps, walls shuddering on my tongue.
I plunge my tongue into her until her hips are bucking against my grip. She tries to tell me she’s about to come, but all she manages is a muffled exhale before I feel the pleasure rippling through her core, desperately trying to clench my moving tongue. The salty sweetness floods my mouth and I groan with appreciation. Tonight, I won’t be aching when I go to sleep, so I can enjoy this even more than I did the first time.
“I don’t know if I can come as many times as I did when I…” She doesn’t finish her sentence because I flick my tongue against her g-spot and prove her wrong. “Okay, I definitely have one more.”
She’s got more than one left. I know that, even if she doesn’t. She was never taught to enjoy her pleasure, just like she was never taught how to be strong. A tragedy, really, but that might as well describe humanity as a whole. One big fucking tragedy. This one, though. This one is mine. She’ll come as many times as I want her to.
“Oh!” she cries out, then I taste the sweetness on my tongue before she begins shaking with bliss.
“Mmmmm,” I croon, loving the way she tastes, feasting on every drop of her while she comes into my mouth.
I’ve got her where I want her now. Trembling. Overstimulated. Red from the belt, dripping wet, still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I feel every one of her tremors. They’re almost as delicious as her pussy.
Now, she won’t be able to stop coming until I stop licking her g-spot.
I slide my tongue into position and start stroking it slowly, feeling her tense up again. Tasting the pleasure on her tight walls. Then I apply a little more pressure, moving my tongue faster until I hear her gasping for her next few breaths.
“King Lix’tuk!” she cries out, another orgasm rocking her body.
I immediately increase the pressure. The speed. The intensity. My fingers tighten on her thighs. I’m about to make her scream. My tongue stimulates her g-spot while she shakes, whimpering through one orgasm, crying out with the next one. Then she explodes on my tongue and it’s the sweetest taste in Uzrirgard.
“Yeeesssssss!” she screams, fingernails digging into my scalp, almost enough for me to feel them.
She clenches my tongue so tight I can’t move it. My dick throbs and squirts pre-cum under my loincloth. I groan and shudder, finally freeing my tongue and licking her g-spot until she goes limp.
I could keep forcing them, but she’s had enough. I release my grip on her legs and gently ease my tongue out of her, tasting her again as I pull it back into my mouth.
“Fucking delicious,” I murmur, wiping my mouth.
“What was that?” she breathes out.
“Nothing.” I move her to the other side of the mattress so I can lay down. “Once you catch your breath, you can touch me. Then it’ll be time to sleep.”
“Okay,” she sighs, still panting. “I just… need a minute.”
