Page 25 of Swipe Right for Orcs
When I reach her panties and pull them down, I'm met with the sight of her soaked, swollen pussy, her mound and lips a striking green, with her clit a cute light pink shade. It’s a sight that fills me with a strange mixture of curiosity and awe, a reminder of how different and beautiful she is. Seeing her like this, knowing that I’m the one making her feel this way, has me growing wet all over again.
As I lean in closer, I can feel her anticipation, the way her body tenses slightly in response to my every movement. Theuncertainty I felt moments ago begins to melt away, replaced by a growing determination to explore her, to learn every part of her and understand what makes her pulse quicken in return.
I stick my tongue out and flick just the tip against her tiny bundle of nerves. A wave of anxiety washes over me—this is my first time venturing into pussytown, and I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing. But as her body responds, a small, nervous thrill shoots through me. I hum at how she tastes—strawberry and mint, sweet and refreshing. The taste reassures me, and I push forward, determined to make her feel good despite the nervous flutter in my chest.
“You taste good,” I murmur before flattening my tongue and sliding it through her folds. I lap at her like she’s the best dessert I’ve ever had, the taste of her flooding my senses.
I’m no longer just nervous—I'm curious, eager to discover what brings her the most pleasure, and excited to see how she reacts to my touch. This is new, uncharted territory, but it’s thrilling, and I want to experience every moment of it.
She’s different from Osric, who leaves a zingy warmth on my tongue. With her, it’s a gentler experience—like savoring a dessert that’s both sweet and refreshing, each taste pulling me deeper into her. I savor every drop, lost in the unique flavor that’s entirely her own.
She begins to grind against my face, a low purring noise vibrating through her chest. I’m drenched, rubbing my thighs together for some friction. All of it fuels me, driving me to dive deeper, to taste and touch her in ways that make her moan and writhe beneath me.
The head of Osric’s cock bumps against my entrance, and I hum, the sound vibrating through Ovivia’s body.
“You want me to fuck you, Sweetheart?”
I come up for air, just enough to whisper, "Yes," before diving back in.
He enters me in one smooth thrust, but I know I haven’t taken all of him. His rhythm is steady, deep, each slide in and out driving me to devour Ovivia with more fervor.
Her thighs clamp around my head as Osric pushes in deeper, his knot hitting my clit. I’m so full, so overwhelmed by sensation.
“You look sexy like this, Fairlie,” he says through gritted teeth, the strain clear in his voice.
Ovivia squeals as cum gushes from her pussy, and I clean her up, licking her through her climax. She’s shaking, but her thighs unclench, letting me breathe easier.
Osric pulls out of me and sits back against the headboard, taking me with him and positioning me like we were before Ovivia showed up. But this time, he lifts me so that I sink onto his thick cock.
I roll my hips and he grunts, the sound sending a thrill through me. It doesn’t take long for Ovivia to join us. A smile on her lips as she lies between my thighs, rubbing my clit with two fingers furiously.
In no time, my orgasm builds again, an inferno blazing inside me. Ovivia pinches my clit and I come undone, my head thrown back as a wild scream tears from my throat. My pussy pulses with such intensity that it feels like all control has slipped away.
“Fuck,” Osric mumbles as his hips still, his body stiffening as he fills me with his warm, thick cum.
“I don’t know what happened,” I murmur when our breathing finally evens out, the room settling into a quiet, exhausted calm.
“You squirted. I was hoping to see that tonight.” He chuckles, satisfied.
We stay like that for the rest of the night, me completely at the whim of Osric and his sister as they take turns using my body to satisfy Ovivia’s heat. It’s a blur of sensations—her soft,demanding hands roaming over my skin, her mouth exploring every inch of me.
Osric isn’t passive either. He’s there every step of the way, whispering instructions, offering praise, and taking control when necessary. He alternates between rough and gentle, knowing just when to push and when to ease off, keeping me in this constant state of arousal that borders on overwhelming. Every time I think I can’t possibly take more, Ovivia’s heat drives her to new heights, and I find myself lost in the pleasure.
Her touch is relentless—gripping, squeezing, nails biting into my skin as she loses herself in her desire. Her mouth leaves trails of wetness as she licks and kisses me. She uses her tongue, her fingers, anything to make me moan, to make me gasp. At some point, she pulls me on top of her, making me ride the top of her thigh while she grinds her hips up into me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel her desperation, her frantic need to find release, and I’m caught up in it, my own body responding despite how drained I’m becoming.
Osric watches, occasionally intervening when Ovivia gets too rough, his hand firm on her wrist or his voice a sharp command that makes her pause. But even when he’s not directly involved, I feel his presence—a steady, controlling force that keeps me safe even as Ovivia’s heat tries to consume me.
The hours pass in a haze of sweaty, tangled limbs and gasps of ecstasy, my body pushed far beyond what I thought it could handle. Ovivia is relentless, taking what she needs from me as I give it willingly, my mind too fogged with exhaustion and pleasure to resist. By the time she finally collapses, her body spent and trembling, it’s nearly six in the morning. The first light of dawn is just beginning to creep through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the bed.
I’m worn out, every muscle in my body aching, my skin tingling from the constant stimulation. Ovivia is half-hanging offthe bed, snoring softly, her body finally giving in to the need for rest. Osric pulls me close, his hand soothing as it strokes my sweat-soaked hair. I can barely keep my eyes open, the weight of sleep pulling me under.
“You did so good, Fairlie. Thank you.”
“She’s not done though,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I think it is. Her heat is supposed to last a few days, but I’m thinking that since it was early and she got what she needed, it’s over. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be sleeping. It would be nonstop.”
“Thank God. I’m worn the hell out. You two worked me over good.” I giggle.
