Page 39 of My Orc Package Deal

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel—his weight pinning me down, his cock stretching me, filling me, claiming me. His hand slid under my hip, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight little circles as he finally started to move.

Oh fuck yes.

I mean, don’t get me wrong; instant orgasms had a lot going for them. If more women knew about this quirk of orc biology, Korrad’s friends wouldn’t be able to move for all the women throwing themselves at them.

But I had to admit I liked a little buildup.

So when he began to rock his hips, sliding that thick, ridged cock in and out of me, I moaned loudly, arching my back to take him as deep as possible as he pressed me into the mattress.

I was probably drooling all over the place, wasn’t I? Didn’t matter; I bit the duvet to muffle my moans, dug my fingers into the mattress, and held on as his ridges sent me spiraling higher and higher.

Korrad’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his cock dragging in and out of me with a wet, obscene sound. Each thrust was deep, measured, his ridges catching on my inner walls, the friction sending sparks through my nerves. His weight made me feel safe and cherished, his chest a solid, suffocating warmth against my back, his breath hot on my neck.

“So fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice rough, his tusks brushing my shoulder as he spoke, as if he was trying to mark me. His hand slid from my hip to my waist, his fingers splaying wide, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above my hipbone. “The way you take me, Kesha. So tight, so greedy for my cock.” His hips rolled again, his cock grinding deeper, and I whimpered, my fingers clawing at the sheets. “We fit perfectly.”

I tried to push back against him, to meet his thrusts, but the angle was wrong. His cock filled me, stretched me, but it missed that spot inside me that made my vision blur. My hips twitched, my body desperate for more, for that⁠—

“Need—” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Need you to⁠—”

Korrad made a low, knowing sound, his hand tightening on my waist before he suddenly pulled out. I made a broken noise of protest, my body already empty and aching, but then he was moving me—flipping me onto my back, his hands rough as he grabbed my knees and yanked me to the edge of the bed. The cool air hit my overheated skin, my pussy throbbing, my thighs trembling as he spread me open.

His gaze locked onto mine as he guided his cock back to my entrance. The head was thick, the ridges already slick with my arousal, and I bit my lip as he pressed forward⁠—

Then he was inside me again, and the orgasm hit like a punch to the gut.

My back arched, my mouth opening in a silent moan as pleasure detonated through me. It wasn’t as violent as the others—my body was wrung out, my nerves raw—but it was just as relentless, my pussy clenching around him, my walls fluttering as he bottomed out inside me.

“Fuck, yes,” Korrad groaned, his voice strained. He didn’t stop. He kept moving, his thrusts slow but deep, his cock dragging against my G-spot with every stroke. The ridges caught and released, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through me, my breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.

I was limp beneath him, my hands falling to my breasts, my fingers rolling my nipples. They were sensitive, almost too much, but the ache grounded me, the sharp little sparks of pain cutting through the haze of pleasure. Korrad’s gaze dropped to watch, his pupils blown, the green embers in his eyes flickering brighter.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Touching yourself for me. Fuck, you’re beautiful, Kesha.” His hand slid down my thigh, his fingers finding my clit, circling lightly. “The way you respond to me—the way your body knows what it needs.” His thumb pressed gently, and I whimpered, my hips jerking. “So fucking smart. So fucking mine, wife.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my pussy clenching around him. His cock swelled inside me, the ridges catching, dragging, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. My breath hitched, my body tightening, my orgasm building again, slower this time, deeper.

Korrad’s grip on my legs shifted. He pulled me closer, lifting my ass off the mattress, his hands sliding to my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. The angle changed, his cock driving deeper, and I cried out, my back arching.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice a dark rumble. “Take it, sweetheart. Take all of me like the good girl I know you are.” His hands moved again, sliding to my ass, his palms spreading me open. The cool air hit my puckered hole, and then⁠—

The tip of one claw brushed against me there.

I gasped, my body locking up, pleasure and shock and something wickedly dirty spiraling through me. The sensation was sharp, unexpected, the pressure of his claw sending a jolt straight to my clit. My breath hitched, my body coiling tight⁠—

And then I was coming again.

My back bowed off the bed, my fingers digging into my breasts, my nails biting into my own skin as I came with a broken cry. My pussy clenched around Korrad’s cock, my walls milking him, my body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside me as he held me against him, his claws pricking my ass just enough to send another spike of sensation through me.

“Fuck—Kesha—” His voice was a growl, his body tensing above me. Then, with a groan of surrender, he pulled out, his cock slipping free of my spasming pussy. He pressed his hard length along my folds, sliding along them, the sensation just as intense as if he was inside me. I didn’t understand what was happening until, with a muted roar, he came. Hot ropes of cum splattered across my stomach, my breasts, the scent of cinnamon filling the air.

I lay there, panting, my body still trembling with aftershocks, my skin slick with sweat and his release. My fingers twitched against my breasts, my nipples still tight, my pussy throbbing emptily. I expected him to collapse beside me, to pull me into his arms, to sleep, just as every other male did after their release…

But then Korrad was moving.

He dropped to his knees between my boneless legs, his hands sliding under my thighs, lifting my legs over his shoulders. His breath was hot against my inner thighs, his gaze locked onto my pussy, his eyes still glowing with that eerie green light.

“W-what are you—?” I breathed, my body too sensitive, too wrung out for more.

But then his tongue dragged through my folds, and I gasped, my hips jerking. He groaned, the vibration humming against my oversensitive flesh, his ridges swirling around my clit before he pulled back.