She moans. A sound unlike any I’ve heard before, and it makes me want to give her this pleasure every day for the rest of our lives. Her onslaught of movements does not stop. She moves faster, faster and I feel the heat between her legs grow, radiating even through the thick leather between us.
She is giving herself to me. This stunning creature wants me, and I drop my other hand down, under her ass until my fingers find the dampness on the thin fabric covering her cunt.
“Wet. You want this.” I raise my hips to meet her movements. “You’ve made it hard. It wants inside of you, my little red bird. You’re soaking, telling me you’re ready.”
“Am I?” She smiles, raising an eyebrow, teasing me.
“Yes, but not more than me.” I easily tear apart the thin fabric keeping me from the soaking treasure between her thighs. “You will not tease me, red bird.”
“Oh…ohhhhh!” She cries as her hands slap against my shoulders and I press one thick finger to her dripping channel. Any more teasing is lost within her moans.
I do not know much about sex, not in practice, but it would seem that my mind runs on an instinct left by my ancestors and my heart speeds, knowing I’m claiming my mate.
“Your scent has been with me before. Since that first day.”
She’s so tight around my finger, it’s barely to the first knuckle. Her resistance is cinched around me. I use my thumb to feel the rest of her. Finding soft, silky petals, a hard little berry near the top, and a storm raises inside me.
I retreat from her hot cunt, my mouth watering, and I know in this moment I will never be without her.
I tug her hair so she’s staring into my eyes. “You must know, when I claim you, it is forever. There is nothing to keep us apart. Never again.”
“Promise?”
I growl, my taste buds feel alive as I release my hands, sliding them down and lifting her on a squeal.
“Pull up your skirts!” I roar as the fabric lands on my face. I shake my head, trying to get to the glistening hole my finger found.
“Like this?” She thrusts her hands in the air like a toy, pulling the layers of velvet and whatever the fuck else is under that skirt up, gathering it in her fingers before I arch my head back and mount her pink flesh on my mouth.
I tense my brow, holding her while lapping at her wetness, allowing her flavor to rush through me like the spring rain.
“That feels…uhhhhh.” Her tiny body quivers in my grip, her bare feet come to rest in the crooks of my arms and I feel her hair tickle the backs of my fingers.
I’ve longed for a purpose my entire life. I was raised well enough, but without a drive or a pull toward anything that felt right for me.
Now, with my woman’s slippery cunt mounted on my face, I’ve found what I’ve been looking for. Licking her and fucking her will be my purpose. Making her happy will be my muse.
My tongue is more sensitive than it has ever been before. Like a finger, feeling the soft textures, the skin around that little berry that makes her squirm and cry out.
Her juices run into my mouth and I swallow with desperation, like a drunkard getting his first mug of the day.
Her thighs shake against my cheeks as my tongue tickles at her entrance. I pull back, my tongue long enough to work her sweet opening while my eyes look upward to see her watching me.
I pull her from my mouth for a moment, watching the disappointment soften her face.
“You like my tongue.”
She nods.
“Say it. Dirty, wet little songbird, tell me you want my tongue inside you.”
Her cheeks flush as my eyes drop to look at her spread legs, and I admire her pink flesh. I dart my tongue forward, unaware of just how long it is, longer now as if it’s growing just like my cock. Thicker and longer than usual, hard and muscled like a snake, and I see the shock and lust in her eyes.
“Say it,” I hiss. “Your cunt likes my orc tongue. It’s getting hard just like my cock.”
“I like it. More, please, my lord.”
“Your lord.” I shake my head. “I am your king, little one.”
“My king.” She lets her head fall back as I spear my tongue into her tight entrance, lapping at the band of purity there as it pulses and tightens and I dance inside her.
I could rip it away right now. Take her virginity with my thickening tongue, but it’s my cock that will take that pleasure this time.
I am worried that I won’t fit but my instincts tell me her body is magic. It must be possible. After all, didn’t my ancestors mate between orcs and humans? All I need is to do my job well enough now, to make it easier for her to take me.