Page 31 of Claimed By the Orc Lord

Without hesitation, I opened my mouth wide and took as much of him as I could between my lips. As soon as he hit the back of my tongue, my throat spasmed and I felt myself gag.

Well shit, that didn’t happen in the books. Wasn’t I supposed to be the absolutely amazing virgin who had no gag reflex?

Superpower: sucking dick.

I… realized I really didn’t care when Nash let out another low rumbling growl and the taste of precum hitting my tastebuds was fed to me as a reward.

I groaned at the flavor of it and pulled off his cock until nothing but the tip of my lips were on the head again… then I dove back down. This time, Nash’s hand pumped his length, rising up to meet me so I didn’t have to take him quite as deep. He was teaching me how to suck his dick without saying a single fucking word, and his hand in my hair was a gentle guide so I could find a rhythm that left me room to breathe, even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I sucked him until my jaw was aching and I wondered if I was going to be able to talk the next day. When he started to groan, I figured talking was overrated. When another burst of precum hit my tongue, I guessed that maybe I could just get so drunk on the taste of him that talking didn’t matter at all.

And then suddenly, I was moving.

I was not used to being manhandled, but I was too focused on my task to properly pull back and fight. Once I realized what was happening, fighting was the last thing on my mind.

Nash lifted me and flipped me around, so my face was still pressed to his cock but my hips were straddling his shoulders.

I didn’t have to ask him what he was doing this time. It was pretty obvious when the heat of his breath hit my length and he suddenly swallowed me whole.

If I’d had any brain cells left, I might have wondered ifhewas the magical main character with no gag reflex. I didn’t have any, though, because he was sucking the few that I possessed straight out through my dick, and I had to use the little awareness I had to lower my head so I could take him back into my mouth.

I did the best I could, wrapping both of my hands around the thickness of his shaft and pumping him in time with the motion of my mouth the way he’d shown me. It wasn’t perfect, and I was still a drooling, gagging mess on his cock, but none of that mattered with the taste of him on my tongue and the feel of him sucking me off like he wanted to strip me of my soul with the orgasm he was trying to pull out of me.

It wasn’t his tongue playing against my slit that pushed me over the edge. It wasn’t the way the feel of his mouth was tight and hot, perfect in every fucking way. It wasn’t even the scrape of his tusks against my pelvis, sending little flitters of chills up and down my spine that did it.

It was when he lifted his hand and trailed one finger between my cheeks, pressing against my hole with just enough strength that the tip of his digit slid inside.

The sensation tore along my body and made my mind instantly picture what it would be like if he was fucking me—if he was splitting me open. If he was doing exactly what he said he would and filling me so full of cum that I’d be leaking it, that my stomach would be swollen with it…

I wanted him to breed me until I couldn’t see straight, until I couldn’t walk. Until I really believed in magic, and that things likefated matesexisted.

I wanted him to own me.

And that thought was what made me come on a shout that forced my hips to stutter and buck into his mouth. The splash of my cum against his tongue apparently destroyed whatever self-restraint Nash had left, because he took me to the back of his throat and swallowed around me… and then his cock in my mouth gave a twitch and flooded me with the taste of him.

Hot, liquid, warm on my tongue… and fuck.

More than I thought.

More than should have been possible… but…

Well, shit, he was huge, wasn’t he? Which meant he had a bigger load than anything I’d ever worked up.

It spilled past my lips, down my throat. It choked me when I tried to swallow, slipped from the edges of my mouth even though I tried to keep it all in. He completely flooded me, and I was so drunk on the taste of him and the feel of the whitehot pleasure ripping along my entire body that I couldn’t think straight. I could barely process how hard he was, how his cock just seemed to get thicker beneath my hands the longer I licked and choked and tried to breathe through his orgasm.

Fuck… Could youdrownin cum?

Was I about to be the first person I knew who died from jizzphyxiation?

Maybe.

But what a way to go.

Nash’s hips rocked a few more times before he flipped me over again, and I didn’t have any bones left in my body to fight him. They’d all gone liquid—he’d sucked me dry. I just went where he put me, my shoulders hitting the grass, my body loose and floating. My vision was blurry, and I was faintly aware that there was cum on my cheeks, my chin. Probably dripping down my neck.

I was also faintly aware that Nash was still sucking my cock, licking along the place where my thighs hit my pelvis, nosing over my balls… and then bringing his tongue back up to lick my shaft again like he intended to get every last drop of pleasure possible.

I was staring up at the sky and wondering if we had the same stars when he trailed warm kisses up along my stomach, and a low groan tore from my lips when his mouth found my neck.

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