Page 19 of Size Doesn't Matter

“No, nothing wrong with the bed. I guess I just wasn’t that tired,” I lied.

I couldn’t tell him that thoughts of us, and not dirty thoughts, were what kept me from up last night.

“I’m quite surprised after yesterday morning’s escapades.” He smiled slyly. “I would have expected you to be worn out solely from that.”

Yesterday morning, when Cyrus let me get his cock in my mouth – how I wished we could do that again today, although it might take some convincing on my part.

“Yeah, but I’m stronger than that.” I tried to flex my muscles, but my strength paled in comparison to Cyrus’ naturally thick body and I shrank back, embarrassed that I’d even tried. “It’s Sunday,” I said, changing the subject. “You know what that means?”

“Church is in service?”

“What? God, no. I mean, yeah, it is, but we’re not going there. No, silly, you told me yesterday that we could have some more fun today.”

Cyrus nodded his head slowly. “And so we shall. But first, what about some breakfast?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “Aw, who needs breakfast? Although, if you’re taking orders, I’ll have one massive orc cock – raw.”

Cyrus rolled his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow. “How do I manage to put up with you?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling.”

“Because you love me.” I started to smile, but as the words I had just said sank in, I realized how badly I’d fumbled my hand and the smile faded, leaving me tight-lipped and nervous that I was about to be kicked out onto my ass. I hadn’t meant it. It just came out. I couldn’t tell him that, though.

He blinked a few times, having nothing to say in response. What was there to say? I was a complete and utter idiot and we both knew it.

I leaned in closer, resting my hands on either side of his broad shoulders. “That was uncalled for, but let me make it up to you.” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Let me worship your cock.”

Cyrus’ expression changed. I couldn’t tell for sure if it was a good change or a bad change, but his forehead wrinkles had smoothed slightly and his clenched jaw had relaxed, leading me to believe that he was genuinely considering my proposal.

“I’m just not sure if that’s a good idea,” he said after an obnoxiously long pause. “No one has asked me that before, and I don’t know if I’m comfortable with it.”

I sighed. “Look, I’m not going to make you do anything you absolutely don’t want to, and I wouldn’t blame you if you said no just because you’re tired of putting up with me, but you have a beautiful body and someone – me – desperately wants to admire it. What could be wrong with that?”

He looked across the room at nothing in particular, a bright light sparking in his eyes for a second. He was intrigued. He wouldn’t decline me now.

“All right,” he said, snapping his gaze back to me, still lying in bed next to him waiting as patiently as I could. “Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

16

CYRUS

Ihad to give it to Nico, he was good at convincing me to try things I’d never so much as thought of before. As his lips enclosed around the tip of my semi-erect cock, I allowed myself to fall back into his lurid fantasies for the second time in a day. His hands caressed me, his eyes trained downwards. I didn’t know exactly what this morning would bring, but I did know one thing – he was committed to making it pleasurable at the very least.

He pulled his lips away and began to stroke me harder. His thumb ran over the tip, already leaking precum. I wouldn’t last as long as I normally did, I could already feel it. Nico was determined to make the most of our precious time together, though, and he did his best to drag out every single touch.

“It’s perfect,” he told me, “the way it curves, the thick, bulbous head, the veins traveling along the length – I don’t know how you’ve gone your entire sex life without something telling you that before.”

“Most people don’t care as much about genitalia as you do,” I said gruffly.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He paused to lick the precum off his fingers, licking his lips when he was done. “People just don’t appreciate orc cock enough, and it’s a real shame.”

Nico’s lavishing praise might have been a touch overdone, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I rather liked it. He made me feel important, and like I was worthy of as much love as any other species of monster. I was every bit as special as he kept saying, I didn’t mind admitting it.

“Oh, Nico, keep doing that,” I groaned. “That feels nice.”

His grip loosened and he broke eye contact with my cock to look up at me. “Nice? Just nice? Come on, Cyrus, you can do better than that.”

“Incredible – it feels incredible.”

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