Page 41 of Romancing the Orc

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My hand smacks her other ass cheek, making my mate shake and moan. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and her knees strain against the bunched catsuit, trying to spread wide and show off that pretty little pussy.

As if I could forget it’s there. I lick her juices from my fingers, the salt and tang of her exploding across my tongue. Then I spank her three more times with my damp hand, the wetness adding more sting to each slap.

My mate reaches down between her legs, rubbing her clit in frantic little circles.

“That’s it, my dirty girl.” Goddess, I love watching the way her fingers rub over her slick skin. “Touch yourself. Get that pussy all nice and wet for me.”

Lara sobs with need, pushing back toward me, her body begging for more. Exactly as I promised, her butt cheeks are alovely pink, the skin hot as I brush my fingers over it in light strokes, keeping the sensation high for the next spank.

One more good smack, and she screams, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

“Goddess, look at you, coming so prettily for me already.” I rip my pants open, my heavy cock springing forward. I bend low over her back and growl in her ear, “You’re such a delight, so responsive. Can you feel this?” I drag the head of my erection up and down her sex, slicking her with orc seed. My stud breaks into tentacles that reach for her. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

She nods, her mouth falling open in panting breaths as my orc seed starts to work on her.

I nip her ear with my tusks and straighten.

Her knees are still trapped in the cloth, keeping her thighs together and everything tight. Setting myself at her entrance, I grip her hips and thrust into the sweet depths of her pussy.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Lara

Brokk’s cock becomes my entire world as he buries it deep within me. There’s nothing but my pussy, stretched and stuffed full, just like my little monsterfudger heart always dreamed of.

“Goddess, you feel divine.” He pulls out a few inches and slams in again. “You’re so fucking wet for me, my good girl.”

I whimper, speared by the dual pleasures of his cock and his words. Then two tentacles reach my clit and stroke, one on either side. My legs strain, trying to pull my knees apart so I can spread wider for him, but I can’t move. It’s really frustrating… and also really fucking hot.

Brokk’s huge cock pins me in place, his grip on my hips unbreakable. More tentacles slide through my wetness to teasemy ass in a tingle of sensation. Then they plunge inside, moving in time with his thrusts.

I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“I wish you could see this,” Brokk growls, his voice a deep rasp. “My big green cock’s filling your pink little pussy so full.”

Lust spikes through me at his words.

“Do you remember how that looks? My huge cock disappearing inside of you?” His fingers dig into my hips as he plunges deep. “It’s fucking beautiful. It’s a revelation. They should paint murals twenty feet tall.”

“Oh, god. Oh, god.” My hands scrabble at the ground, pushing my butt back toward him. The pleasure is overwhelming, ratcheting upward with his every movement until each thrust feels like a mini-orgasm. My muscles clamp down, tightening around him.

“That’s it,” Brokk groans. “Squeeze me tightly. You’re taking my cock like such a good girl.”

Tingling warmth bursts outward in little pulses of delight, over and over. I ride the edge of orgasm, panting for air as my heart races. All I can smell is Brokk, leather and pine mixed with the intoxicatingly sweet scent of his seed.

The tentacles in my ass swell, getting even bigger, the double penetration filling me so full my brain short circuits. More of them slide over my clit, and I’m coming, fire flashing through my body as my back arches and I scream.

Brokk plunges forward, burying his dick fully and holding it there as I spasm around him. He groans, his fingers kneading my flesh. “Fuck, yes. Come all over my cock like the good girl you are.”

Then he starts moving again, thrusting in and out of me as my head collapses down onto my folded arms. Only his grip on my hips keeps my butt high.

Pleasure continues to shiver through me, so intense it rides the edge of pain. I whimper, lost to sensation.

“You’re going to come again for me, Lara.”

I shake my head, not because I want to deny him, but because I don’t know if I can survive another orgasm that powerful.

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