Page 12 of The Orc's Rage

The scar across his face pinched as Kargorr fisted his cock in his hand and dragged it down, through the hair at the mound of her pelvis, over her pearl. She shook, her hips involuntarily snapping up at the sensation of it, and his lip peeled back in a ferocious smile, bringing his tusks up his cheeks. He did it again, rubbing that soft mushroom head over her clit, until she was gasping and twitching under him. Then he slid down through her folds, to the place he’d put his fingers inside her and splayed them open.

Cedar knew what he’d been doing by stretching her, and still, she didn’t think there was any way that enormous, green cock would fit inside her without tearing her apart. She crushed her eyes closed.

She understood that her best chance of ever escaping would be to earn Kargorr’s trust, to convince him she wouldn’t leave, so his guard would be down when she finally saw her opportunity. And that would have to start here.

Besides, a much darker part of her thought, when had a man ever tried to prepare her? To pleasure her? Certainly not the wealthier man in the village where she’d grown up, who she’d slept with hoping he would marry her, but he simply laughed in her face. He’d been rough with her, seeing only to his own pleasure.

But this monster had already brought her close to the edge, and deep down, she wanted more. She wantedallof it.

“Open for me, little deer,” Lord Kargorr said in his deep, rumbling voice. The way the head of his cock slipped down to the cavern between her legs, the way it naturally started to slide through, as wet as she was—it was as if he was meant to be there.

Cedar gasped as that head pressed in further, and of its own volition, her body began to part for it. Kargorr growled in satisfaction as he kept his grip cinched tight around the root of his cock, his other clawed hand keeping her thighs spread open for him. Deeper he went, urging her to give. Once his head was inside her, she met the thick shaft.

It was too big, too much.Hewas too much. She bit her lip and reeled her hips back on instinct, trying to escape that force plowing its way into her. Kargorr sucked in a harsh breath as he dug his claws into the flesh of her thigh.

“Stay still,” he said in a clipped voice, and some feeling she couldn’t distinguish, something between fear and excitement, rippled down her spine. This time, he spit on his hand, the saliva dripping from his lips, and slicked it all over his cock.

Once more, he guided it into her, and now slippery, it drove further in, until he met a passage too tight to let him through. Cedar begged her body to allow it, and as he rocked against her, his head barely lodged in her, the lip of it dragged over some sensitive place inside her she’d never felt before. Pleasure ricocheted from that one spot, all across her body, and above her Kargorr groaned.

“Yes, little deer. Feel me.” He gripped her hip tight in his other hand as he pushed as far in as he could, then slid out, then back in again in a truly torturous motion that soon had Cedar whining, her hips jerking with each quarter-thrust as she tried to keep her voice trapped inside her mouth. How she wanted more, she was shocked to find. Her walls clenched around him, desperate to be filled. How she wanted it all.

As much as she dreaded giving him the gratification, she couldn’t help moaning when he finally bestowed her more. He grinned down at her, a demon-like smile, as he sank further in, and further again on his next stroke, each time withdrawing so she was forced to whimper again. Her body was stretched to its limit, maybe even beyond, and Cedar cursed at how delicious he felt, and at how her own pussy was betraying her by swallowing him up this greedily.

“Now you’ll take everything,” he murmured to her, lowering himself to one arm so his thick chest and huge, heavy body weighed her down. He thrust in again, deeper this time, spreading even more of her. “You’re going to take all of me.”

There couldn’t possibly be any of him left to take, she thought. Surely he had packed her as full as she could be already. Until he grabbed her cheek in his hand, his sharp claws nicking her skin, and looked into her eyes.

Inside that darkness, she saw nothing. It was empty, bottomless. There was no familiar shred of humanity in those eyes, no sign that he might have mercy on her, that he might be kind to her, that he mightfreeher.

No, they were pits, where someone could fall in and get lost forever, with no escape.

And then he plunged in. Cedar cried out as Lord Kargorr fully sheathed himself in her, his cock buried so far inside her small channel that she felt it nudge her other organs, felt it press against her belly. When she clenched, there was no give at all around that thick object inside her.

When he reeled back again, and that huge, fat cockhead of his dragged over her sensitive inner flesh, a sharp spasm of pleasure burst behind her eyes. Cedar found herself clutching him tight, her fingers buried in his arms, holding on for her life as he buried his cock in her again.

And again.

And again.

With each stroke he moved faster, until Cedar’s breasts were bouncing with every thrust of that enormous creature inside her, and cries were falling from her lips like snow in the depths of winter. They tumbled out of her so fast she couldn’t stop them, and that eerie smile on his thick lips, on his jutting jaw, grew wider.

“See?” he asked as he fucked her, his mouth only inches from hers. “This is how it will feel every time I put an orcling in you, little deer. Every time you welcome me home.”

For a moment, Cedar thought he might kiss her. He was so close, and she thought perhaps, if he did, she could feel something for this monster on top of her. If he pressed his lips to hers, if he bestowed upon her that shred of intimacy, perhaps she could see herself underneath him gladly.

But he didn’t.

7

Kargorr

He had fucked orc women before. They welcomed him into their tents when he needed it and spread their legs for him with ardor. He had taken them as brutally as he wanted, and they devoured it, rocking underneath him and shouting his name.

But no cunt had ever felt as good as this one, as that of this small human woman. Her big breasts swung with every one of his movements, and the sight of them underneath him made his groin ache. With every strike of his cock inside her, she mewled and moaned, her body squeezing him so tight he thought that only by some kind of magic had he even fit there.

Her small, angular face was appealing, in its own way, and Lord Kargorr liked the look of it with her mouth open, her ripe lips spread. For a sick moment, he even thought of pressing his mouth to hers, of claiming that part of her, too.

Such things were reserved. They were kept tight until the time that an orc found hisyapira, and then they were given like a gift.

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