Page 61 of Protective Pucking Orc

Tonight, maybe I’d set something in motion.

When I joined him on the back porch, the beauty of the night made my breath catch in my throat: the frigid, crystalline air, the snow-capped mountains, the candles lit along the railing. Dakvaar was lying with his eyes closed and his head back against the edge of the hot tub, the water bubbling over him, the steam wreathing him.

I saw his lips twitch before he said, without opening his eyes, “I was lying here wondering if you were going to join me.”

“Of course. And I had to hurry before you got all wrinkly and pruny.”

He sat up, water sluicing off him, and I saw he indeed had some impressive bruises on his side, which I suppose was normal for a hockey player. “Orcs don’t get wrinkled in the water. We⁠—”

I don’t know what he was planning on saying, because at that moment, I decided I was too cold to stand around talking, and I shucked the oversized robe. The fact I wasn’t wearing the bathing suit beneath it—wasn’t wearing anything—apparently arrested his attention.

“Sofia—”

I hushed him as I climbed into the hot water, then made an exciting discovery. “You’re not wearing a bathing suit either,” I announced with satisfaction. “I hope I’m not going to hurt you too much.”

Dakvaar shifted over so he was sitting higher, his back supported by the hot tub’s cover and his cock—his delicious-looking, ridged cock—rose from the steam. I felt myself getting wet just by looking at it.

“How are you planning on hurting me?” he rumbled, his eyes going half-lidded as he watched me climb into the water.

“I’m hoping I don’t, because tonight I’m going to get what I’ve wanted.”

He opened his mouth—probably to ask what—but I smirked as I planted a palm on his chest and pushed him back, then climbed up into his lap, my thighs straddling his. I reached between us and took his cock in both of my hands, stroking him as I leaned forward to kiss him.

“You have a piercing,” I murmured against his lips, as my hands worked him. “I had no idea.”

His breathing was coming faster, and I could hear a strange rumbling from his chest. “It’s… Gods below, Sofia.”

“Si?” I smirked, trailing my lips over his jaw, down his throat. “Your piercing?”

“It’s for a female’s pleasure.”

“Oh, I know it is.” I straightened, lifting myself. “I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it.”

His hands went to my hips, steadying me as I poised over his cock. “Love, you need to⁠—”

Again, I didn’t give him time to finish, but began to sink down on top of his cock.

It was thick—thicker than any human’s, the ridges swelling as I sank down, stretching me in a way that burned and ached and ay Dios, it felt good. Right. Perfect.

Each ridge caught on my entrance, dragging against my walls, filling me in a way I hadn’t known was possible. My breath hitched, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I took him inch by inch, my body opening for him as he watched me with that intent green stare.

The water bubbled around us, the steam making my skin prickle, my nipples tightening into hard peaks. Dakvaar’s hands gave gentle caresses, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, his touch sending sparks through my nerve endings. His cock pulsed inside me, the piercing at the tip cool metal against my heated flesh, dragging against my G-spot with every slow inch I took.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough, one hand on my hip, guiding me. His other thumb brushed my nipple, rolling it between his calloused fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Sofia. So strong, so beautiful.”

His praise sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my body clenching around him. The ridges of his cock stretched me, each one catching on my entrance before slipping deeper, filling me in a way that made my toes curl. I could feel the way my body opened for him, the way my walls fluttered around his thickness, my pussy already slick and aching.

His hands slid up to cup my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, his touch reverent. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. “Taking me like this. You’re amazing.”

I whimpered, my body trembling as I sank lower, another ridge stretching me, filling me. It was perfection, until I was fully seated, his cock buried deep inside me, his piercing pressing against that spot that made my vision white out.

And then I was coming.

My back arched as I let loose a wordless cry, my nails raking down his chest as pleasure crashed over me, my pussy clamping down around him. The water splashed around us, my thighs trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The ridges of his cock pulsed inside me, each one dragging against that spot deep inside that drove me wild, prolonging my orgasm until I was nothing but a trembling, gasping mess.

Dakvaar groaned, holding perfectly still as his cock twitched inside me. “Sofia, love…”

I rocked against him, my body still spasming, my climax dragging on and on. His hands gripped my hips, holding me still as I rode out the waves, my body milking him. The water lapped at my knees, the steam rising around us, my skin slick with sweat and arousal.