Page 22 of Swipe Right for Orcs
“No,” I whisper as my phone slips from my hand onto the bed.
How could she just dismiss me like that? They’re supposed to help, not brush me off like this isn’t a big deal. Dammit!
But itisa big deal. I am dangerous.
Okay, think. I need a new plan. Leaving this room isn’t an option. I can do this. I’ll just ride it out here. It’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine.
I strip down to just a tank top and panties, the fabric already sticking to my sweaty skin. Climbing back into bed, I slide under the sheet and reach for my laptop. My fingers are shaky as I type, pulling up a video—Honey’s best lesbian experience, my go-to when I need to get off. With my favorite dildo in hand, I slowly sink it inside my wet, needy pussy.
“I can do this,” I repeat to myself, the words more of a mantra than a statement.
With an endless supply of free internet porn and my trusty dildo, this just might work.
OSRIC
Fairlie cries so prettily as I eat her cunt. Her sweet taste floods my senses as I lap at her clit, my tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. My middle finger slides into her tight hole, pumping slowly, curling upward to rub that spot deep inside her. I know she’s close, right on the edge of release, and I want to push her over, but I have something else in mind first.
I’ve heard that human women can gush like fountains when they climax, but I’ve never witnessed it myself. The idea of Fairlie losing control, squirting because of me, drives me wild. It’s a sight I crave, and tonight, I’m determined to make it happen. I suck hard on her clit, my lips sealing around the swollen nub as I thrust my finger deeper inside her. Her back arches, and she screams my name, her pussy clenching around my finger as she starts to come.
“Osric! Fuck! Yes!” she cries, her body shuddering with pleasure.
I slow my movements, savoring the feel of her pulsing against my tongue. Her taste, her scent, her sounds—it’s all intoxicating. I pull away from between her thighs, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I admire the sexy, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
“You’re too good at that,” she murmurs, breath hitching.
“I’m not done with you yet, Sweetheart,” I reply, a grin spreading across my face. Fairlie is going to be exhausted tonight. I’m going to make her come using the three most important body parts a male has—-his tongue, his fingers, and his cock.
I strip out of my clothes and position myself on the bed, my back against the headboard. “Come here.”
She doesn’t hesitate, crawling toward me until she’s kneeling between my legs. Her small hand wraps around my throbbing shaft, and she gives it a long, slow stroke. My cock twitches in her grip, eager for more.
“I’m going to make you fall apart for me many more times tonight, Fairlie,” I tell her, my voice low and rough with desire. “You came on my tongue, but now I want you to ride my fingers until you give me another one. Then I’ll make you take my cock—all of it.”
“The knot too?” she asks, her hand rubbing against the swollen base of it.
My head drops back and I close my eyes, groaning at the thought. “Not yet. Soon.”
She pouts, but I use her brattiness to my advantage. I grab her and spin her around, pressing her back against my chest. My legs hook around hers, spreading them apart, forcing her open for me.
“I bet you look like a fucking vision right now,” I whisper against her ear.
“Please,” she whines, her voice thick with need.
I dip my head, sucking on her neck, letting one of my tusks graze her skin. She moans as I puncture the surface slightly, and I lick the drop of blood away. The thought of marking her, leaving my claim on her, has my cock leaking pre-cum. My right hand finds her pussy, and I begin to strum my fingers up and down her clit.
I pick up the pace, rubbing her feverishly as her head falls back against my shoulder. She grinds her hips against my hand, desperate for more. Her moans grow louder, and I can’t help but chuckle as I continue my torture.
The bedroom door flies open, startling us both. My heart stops as I see Ovivia standing there, her body glistening with sweat, her pupils blown wide. She’s in nothing but a tank top and underwear, and the way she sniffs the air makes my stomach drop.
“Ovivia?” My hand instinctively tightens around Fairlie's arm, trying to keep my voice calm, but the situation is far from normal.
She growls, her nostrils flaring as she takes in the scent of sex that lingers in the room. Oh no. This isn’t good.
“What’s happening?” Fairlie asks, her voice soft. I can tell she’s worried and scared.
“It’s okay, Sweetheart,” I say, trying to reassure her even as panic starts to rise in my chest. “Ovivia’s gone into heat early. She had an appointment at the clinic for this weekend, but it seems like her heat started a few days sooner than planned.”
I’m trying to think of a plan, something that will keep everyone safe, but my mind is racing. Ovivia hasn’t had a heat outside the clinic since Brelle, and I know how much she blamesherself for what happened. She’s always so careful, so prepared, so why isn’t she there now?
