Page 6 of Size Doesn't Matter

“Well, that’s not a good representation of what it looks like in real life.”

“Really?” he looked disappointed.

“The human actors they get for those scenes are big, usually taller than average. They’re not small like you. That’s also their job, so they’re much better prepared for intercourse with all sorts of monsters. You’ve got to understand that jumping into a sexual relationship with me is only going to hurt you. It takes time, practice, and patience to be with an orc my size, and I get the feeling that all you want is a little quick fun.”

Nico’s eyes widened the more I talked about myself. His eyes weren’t the only things growing, and I found it more and more difficult to keep my eyes off his bulge.

“I get that, but I don’t mind waiting a little while. There are other things two people can do together besides fucking. I wouldn’t mind taking an orc cock in my mouth before my ass if that’s what it takes.”

I’d all but lost the words I planned on saying. Forwardness was one thing, but this kind of talk was something else entirely, and I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it. Part of me enjoyed someone who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to say it out loud, but the other part was offended by those same things.

All I wanted was someone to love me and cherish me for who I was, and Nico was absolutely not the right man for the job. But he was all I had, and maybe it wasn’t so bad to let loose and have a little fun once in a while. Maybe it was all right for me to want to sleep with someone I’d just met.

“You know what, Nico?” I rubbed my hands along my thighs. “Tonight is your lucky night after all. Tonight I’m yours to have some fun with. But be warned, I’m a lot to take in – and not just my, well, you know. If you really want to be together, we’re going to have to take things slowly.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Nico replied quickly. “I’ll do whatever it takes. And I’ll listen to what you tell me. But are you sure you really want to go through with this? Back at the library, you didn’t sound like you wanted to have sex with me at all.”

“Oh, we’re not going to have sex just yet.”

“We’re not?”

“No. Tonight is our night to explore each other’s bodies, see how we work together, and then maybe – maybe – I’ll let you have a little more of me.”

5

NICO

Anight of passion without fucking was not exactly what I had in mind, but it was a start. And I was actually going to get to touch an orc cock – maybe – for the first time. I would at least get to see him naked, something I’d fantasized about for ages.

I followed him into the bedroom at the back of the house, tapping my foot impatiently as he slowly drew the blinds and fluffed up the pillows.

Once he was satisfied with the room’s appearance, he took his time getting undressed, taking care to fold his scratchy wool sweater over the quaint little rocking chair in the corner and hang his slacks – properly creased down the middle – on a wooden hanger in the closet.

His bed was bigger than any bed I’d ever seen before. Calling it king-size was doing it a disservice, and I had to wonder if he’d had it custom-made or if there was a furniture store that catered to orcs. Either way, it took up the bulk of the bedroom, which was not a small room. I couldn’t wait to hop on it and get busy.

“Do you have any condoms?” I asked, scanning over all the surfaces for some sign of sexual activity.

Cyrus chuckled. “Yes, but we won’t need those today. We won’t need them at all, actually, unless you think that orc diseases are transmittable to humans and vice versa?”

I shrugged. “I was just asking. What about lube?”

“In the nightstand drawer. I already told you, though, we won’t be doing that tonight.”

“I want to be prepared, is all. Who knows what a little touching might lead to?”

“I know, and it’s nothing. Not yet.”

I poked around in the stuff in Cyrus’ nightstand for a minute. The lube was exactly where he said it would be, but I left it since he told me we wouldn’t need it yet, and unfortunately, I believed him. There were also a few paperback books that were so worn, he must have read them dozens of times already, along with a travel-size packet of tissues, and a worryingly large tin of breath mints.

I took the tin out, popped it open, and grabbed one of the enormous white mints, crunching it between my teeth. It broke in half and a shock of minty pain washed over me. These were no ordinary mints, and once I could breathe through my nose again, I tossed them back in the drawer and closed it before turning around to see if Cyrus had succeeded in removing his clothes yet. What stood before me was a massive, grayish-green beast of a man.

My mouth fell open, hanging limply like it had broken hinges. His body was better looking than all the pictures or videos I’d seen, or even the wildest fantasies that I granted myself sometimes. I didn’t think it was even possible for real life to exceed my fantasies.

“You look…incredible. I’m sorry, I’m kind of at a loss for words.” I couldn’t stop staring. I was transfixed on him. “Do you work out?”

Cyrus shook his head. “ Most Orcs have bodies like this naturally. Even the laziest oafs out there have some solid muscles.”

“And your dick…will it grow when it’s, well, hard?”

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