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I grin down at him, emboldened by the raw need in his eyes. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? I want to feel you inside me, Thorak.”

His eyes flash with desire at my bold words. In a blur of movement, he sits up and wraps his arms around me, crushing my chest to his.

“Are you sure?” he rumbles, nuzzling my neck. “We can take this slow...”

“I’m sure,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his thick hair. “I need you, Thorak. All of you.”

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MARIAH

With a low growl, Thorak flips us over so I’m pinned beneath him again. He kisses me fiercely before standing up to quickly shed his remaining clothes.

My breath catches in my throat as Thorak straightens, completely bare before me. His massive green body is a work of art—all sculpted muscle and raw power. My eyes drift lower, widening at the sight of his enormous, thick cock jutting proudly from a nest of black curls.

I’ve been with monsters before but never an orc, and Thorak is...big. Really big. His cock juts proudly away from his body, long and thick, swollen with need. The dark green, pointed head glistens with precum.

But it’s the deep, prominent ridges spanning his entire, intimidating length that make my eyes widen.

Monsters and magical beings are usually built differently than human men, but I’ve never seen anything like this before. I reach out my hand and stroke a finger down one of the thick ridges spanning Thorak’s massive shaft.

He sucks in a sharp breath as my finger traces the unique texture.

“Mariah,” Thorak rumbles, his deep voice strained with barely leashed control. “Unless you want this to be over very quickly, you might not want to do that.”

I look up at him from beneath my lashes, emboldened by the raw need etched on his handsome face. “I can’t help it. I’ve never seen a cock like yours before. The ridges...”

He grins wolfishly. “Ah yes, the ridges. An orc specialty, you could say. Designed for a female’s maximum pleasure. But I don’t want to hurt you, Mariah…”

I shake my head, my heart pounding with equal parts nerves and anticipation. “You won’t. I have some lube in my bedside drawer,” I tell him breathlessly. “And I’m on protection.”

I don’t need to say more. We have a specialty lube in Elderberry Falls, imbued with magic to help with interspecies couplings.

Thorak nods and retrieves the lube from my bedside drawer. He pours a generous amount onto his fingers, then guides them between my thighs.

I gasp as he spreads the slick substance over my folds, rubbing gentle circles down my entrance. The magical lube tingles pleasantly against my skin as Thorak massages it into me.

“Please, Thorak,” I say, pulling him closer. “I need you now.”

Thorak settles his large, muscular body over mine, the heat of his skin searing me. He kisses me deeply as he positions himself at my entrance.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs against my lips. “We’ll go slow.”

I nod, a thrill of anticipation running through me. Thorak keeps his eyes locked on mine as he starts to push inside me.

The first press of his massive cockhead against my opening makes me gasp. Even slick with lube, he stretches me more than I’ve ever been stretched before.

Thorak slowly sinks into me inch by delicious inch, his eyes never leaving my face, watching intently for any signs of discomfort. I force myself to relax and take slow, deep breaths as my inner walls stretch to accommodate his substantial girth.

The ridges along his shaft drag exquisitely against my sensitive flesh, igniting sparks of pleasure with each push forward. When he’s finally buried to the hilt, we both groan at the feeling of completeness.

“Gods, Mariah, you feel incredible,” Thorak rumbles, his voice strained. “So tight and perfect around me.”

I can only moan in response, too overwhelmed by the intense fullness and the exquisite friction of his thick ridges against my inner walls. Thorak holds himself still, allowing me time to adjust to his substantial size. He brushes feather-light kisses across my face as he waits for my body to acclimate to the intrusion.

After a few moments, the discomfort recedes and pleasure takes over. I experimentally roll my hips, gasping at the way it makes Thorak’s cock hit a sensitive spot deep inside me.

“Thorak, move,” I plead breathlessly. “I need you to move.”

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