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I heard a sound a bit like a growl, but it came from his chest, pressed against my back.

The third ridge pushed inside, then a fourth and a fifth, and my cunny clenched around him, trembling. I could feel every groove, every thick band of him, dragging against walls that hadn’t been touched in so long. Each ridge followed, and then⁠—

His ballocks pressed against my clit, and the world exploded.

Instantaneous pleasure detonated through me, violent and sudden, my back bowing as my cunny locked around his cock in a series of brutal, spasming pulses. My mouth fell open in a silent scream, my fingers clawing at the furs beneath me as the orgasm wrenched a broken, shuddering gasp from my lungs. ‘Twas so intense that my limbs jerked uncontrollably, my milk letting down in a hot rush that soaked through my chemise.

Maardok held me through it, his hand splayed over my full stomach, his breath hot against my ear.

“That’s it, dkaar,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. “Take all of me. Let me feel yer pleasure.”

I was still trembling, my body wrung out, when he slowly, carefully, withdrew. The loss of him was a physical ache, my cunny clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again.

“Maardok—” I started to whisper, twisting to look at him over my shoulder, but before I could finish, he surged back inside.

The second orgasm hit me like a blow.

This time, I did cry out—a choked, needy sound I barely managed to muffle against his arm. Maardok’s hand moved, his palm covering my lips as I struggled to hold in the sounds of my pleasure.

My cunny rippled around him, the pleasure sharper this time, more focused, as if my body had been primed for it. My thighs shook, my toes curling as the waves of it crashed over me, my breath coming in ragged, helpless little sobs.

Impossible.

Something only a very attentive orc lover could manage.

My mind had gone a fluffy sort of white, my body too overwhelmed to do more than cling to him, my fingers digging into his forearm where it banded around my waist.

He didn’t give me time to recover.

With a low, guttural groan, he pulled out and slammed back inside, his ballocks slapping against my clit with enough force to make me see stars.

The third orgasm stole my breath entirely.

This one was different—deeper, somehow, the pleasure radiating outward from my core in searing, liquid heat. My cunny spasmed around him, milking him, my inner muscles fluttering in wild, uncontrollable pulses.

I gasped, my body locking up as the climax tore through me, my nails raking down his forearm.

“I want—please—” I begged, my voice a broken whisper. “Fook me?”

He didn’t make me ask twice.

With a growl, he began to move.

His first thrust was slow, deliberate, his cock dragging against walls that were already too sensitive, too raw from the first three orgasms. I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder as he withdrew almost all the way before surging back inside. The ridges caught on my entrance, stretching me obscenely, and then⁠—

His hand snaked down my body, his fingers finding my clit.

The moment he pressed down, I whimpered, knowing what was in store.

“Fook,” he hissed, his breath hot against my ear as my cunny clenched around him, my body convulsing with the force of it. His thrusts turned harder, more urgent, his hips snapping against my arse with an obscene wet, slapping sound. Each ridge dragged against my inner walls, the friction almost too much, my pleasure bordering on pain.

“Ye’re mine,” he growled, his voice a dark, possessive rumble. “Say it.”

“I am yours,” I gasped, my fingers clawing at his arm. “Aye!”

His rhythm faltered, his cock swelling inside me. I could feel him losing control, his breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts as he plunged into me. His fingers worked my clit in tight, relentless circles, and I could feel another climax building, my body coiling tighter, tighter⁠—

Then he stiffened, his cock jerking deep inside me as his release hit.