Page 24 of Swipe Right for Orcs
He clears his throat. “I can’t. Ovivia can be… rough during her heat. It’s why she usually rides them out alone. I’m staying to moderate.”
My heart skips a beat. I swallow as he pulls his hand away from my pussy and I turn to look at him. “Is she going to hurt me?”
“I won’t let her.” His eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the sincerity in them, the determination. It’s comforting, but not entirely.
“Okay.” The word comes out more like a breath than anything else.
I sense Ovivia before I feel her, the tension in the air thickening as she moves closer. My eyes widen, my heart pounding faster and faster in my chest.
Osric tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Put your lips on my cock.”
“What?” My mind stumbles over the command. I volunteered to help his sister, and now he thinks this is going to turn into some kind of human sandwich? I’m not so sure about that.
“She needs to know that you’re not hers. I am older than her and higher in the hierarchy. Ovivia needs to know she can’t challenge me with you.”
“So what?” I hiss. “You’re gonna make sure she knows I’m a loaner and nothing more?”
“Pretty much. Now suck my dick and don’t stop.”
His command sends a thrill through me, a heat that goes straight to my core. I can't help but feel a surge of desire as his voice takes on that low, rough edge. My pulse quickens, and I drop to all fours, eager to obey. I run my tongue up his shaft, savoring the taste like it's a green lollipop. Gripping the basewith one hand, I take the tip into my mouth, each movement driven by the need to please him.
“Shit,” he sighs, his voice low and rough.
I take as much of him into my mouth as I can before it feels like my jaw is going to rip, then I back off, only to take him in again. His flavor hits me—sharp citrus with a hint of green tea, a refreshing contrast that makes my mouth water. I could drink him in all day, savoring that unique taste as it coats my tongue.
“You want her, Ovivia? She’s mine, but I can share,” Osric says, his voice sharp as he addresses his sister. The bed dips behind me, and a soft hand caresses my ass, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Be gentle,” Osric snaps, his tone cutting through the air and making me jump.
I don’t have a second to think before warm lips are on my pussy, kissing and licking through my folds. The sensation makes me hum involuntarily, and I try to focus on Osric, on making him feel good.
“That’s nice, Ovivia. She likes that. Fairlie likes thorough, but kind.”
Her tongue flicks against my clit, and I moan, the sound vibrating around Osric’s cock. It’s different—softer than when anyone else has eaten me out. Maybe it’s because her lips and tongue aren’t as coarse; I don’t know.
My orgasm builds fast, almost too fast. Before I know it, I’m shattering on Ovivia’s tongue, my cries stifled by Osric’s cock.
“You’re doing great, Fairlie. I have to admit, it’s hot to watch you fall apart for someone else.”
Ovivia doesn’t stop licking me through my orgasm and straight into another. My body shakes, whimpers slipping from my lips as I try to hold on to some semblance of control.
Finally, she relents, and I collapse onto the bed, feeling utterly spent after three intense orgasms.
“More,” Ovivia growls, her voice heavy with need.
“Easy,” Osric warns her. “She needs a break. Why don’t you let her make you feel good?”
I spin to face Ovivia, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I slide over to her and pull her tank top over her head, letting her perky tits fall free. They’re perfect, and my hands cup them, rolling her nipples between my thumb and index finger.
She grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her. Her gaze is intense, piercing, like she’s taking in every freckle, every blemish. My heart races, nerves churning inside me.
Her lips crash onto mine, rough and urgent, causing one of her tusks to graze my bottom lip. The sharpness sends a jolt through me, a reminder of her hunger, of the raw power behind her touch. She pulls back, eyes wide, chest heaving.
I can taste myself on her lips, a blend of my own essence mingling with the lingering sweetness that is Ovivia.
“It’s okay. I’m okay. It was an accident,” I tell her, my voice calm.
She nods, and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the bud. The sensation of her warm skin against my lips, the way she reacts to my touch, sends a wave of confidence through me. She lies back and I run my hands down her sides, feeling the smoothness of her skin, hesitant at first, but growing bolder with every inch.
