I glance at him, heart hammering. “I—uh, I actually need the bathroom myself,” I admit, trying to keep my voice steady. He nods, giving me a small, encouraging smile.
I stand, heading off to the tiny bathroom, closing the door behind me, trying not to imagine what happens when we’re both finally in his bed.
And just like that, everything hangs in suspended tension—he’s there, I’m here, and the night is still young.
13
NEW FEATURE UNLOCKED
SEAN
I hear the rustle of fabric and the quiet click of the bathroom door shutting. My heart is still racing from the earlier rush, from his touch, the seducing, the warmth of him pressed close. I’ve never felt this way before—not with anyone. Certainly not in fleeting, random hookups. But Greg… gods, Greg is different. My head feels light just thinking about the way he wants to know me. Not just my body, but me. The way his hands explore me, the way his lips find every inch of me with purpose. The way he’s almost claiming me. The thoughts alone have my pants tented.
I glance at the nightstand and reach for the lube, feeling an odd mix of anticipation and relief. Relief because nothing transmits between species. When I firstlearned about that in sex ed classes in high school, I didn’t care. But now, holding the tube in my hands, I’m practically vibrating with gratitude.
The door clicks open, and there he is. Greg. In nothing but white briefs. Everything else stripped away, leaving nothing but muscle, metal, those thick black glasses, and that silly grin he gets when he’s nervous.
“I—uh—sorry,” he starts, words tumbling over each other. “It’s just… taking my pants off, with, you know, all this—” He gestures vaguely at his thighs. “I didn’t want to look foolish.”
I don’t even let him finish. Grabbing his wrists, I pull him down onto the bed, sliding onto him. Heat blooms instantly. His skin burns hot against mine, muscular arms wrapping around me, pressing me closer.
We kiss. Hard. Hungry. Every part of me tingles with the collision of his touch, his scent, the way he’s right here, right now. My hands roam, tugging at the rest of my clothes, stripping away barriers I never even realized I had left.
He nips at my neck, taunting, letting his tusks graze my skin. The combination of pain and pleasure makes me moan before I even realize it. He whispers something ridiculous in my ear—a pun about a “full system reboot”—and I groan, half-laughing, half-dragging him closer to kiss him harder.
I catch a glimpse of his cock peeking from the waistband. Like him, it’s bigger. Longer. Thicker. Much, much thicker. And green. A shade darker than his skin, probably from blood rushing there to make it so damn hard.My pulse races. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous, and my body quivers with what’s about to happen.
With a small tug at the hem of his briefs, Greg lifts his hips, and I slide them off. Finally, he’s naked.
My gaze drifts lower, taking in his heavy balls—and then I notice it. A small horn, right at the base of the sack, where skin meets the curve of his cock. Curiosity wins out before I can stop myself.
“What’s… this?” I murmur, fingertips hovering.
Greg chuckles, voice low and warm. “Ah. That’s… well, my horn. Placed there by evolution. Anatomically, it’s meant to stimulate the special sex organ female orcs have, but with a male partner…it can give extra pleasure, too. Or that’s what I’m told. Mostly, it’s sensitive as fuck.”
“Sensitive?” I echo, eyes wide, intrigued.
“Yeah. Probably not that different from how your balls feel,” he explains, tilting his head, eyes bright even in the heat between us. “Careful, though. It’s reactive.”
I swallow, grinning nervously. “Can I… touch it?”
Greg exhales slowly, a shiver running through him. “Sean, you can touch me anywhere you like.”
My fingers slide along his horn—hot, smooth, and tipped just enough to make every nerve stand at attention. He groans, low and rough, and I swallow hard, imagining that sharp edge grinding against the sensitive spot between my balls and hole. His eyes roll back, chest rising and falling faster. I sense the tension in him—intense, electric, and utterly consuming. He reaches down, pressing my fingers so I’m giving him more pressure at the base. He’s guiding me, showing me how even thesmallest touch can send him spinning, his warmth wrapping around me like a second skin.
“Fuck, Sean. If you keep doing that… Fuck.”
With his free hand, he reaches around and paws at my ass. Bingo.
“Tell me what you want.” I pull his dick up, admiring it fully.
“How about…” He nibbles at his lower lip, that left tusk jutting out in the most distractingly cute way.
“What? Tell me.” I lean closer, pulse picking up.
“Well… if you wanted to sit up here, you could play with my cock while I…” He closes his eyes, a slow exhale escaping, and points to his mouth.
“Wait—sit where?”
