Page 57 of Bred
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, then the air is punched from my lungs as he lowers his beastly head and sucks my right nipple and half my breast into his mouth.
“I—Oh!” I wriggle, shocked by the suddenness, even as I flush with heat. I feel urgent, the tugging of his mouth on such sensitive flesh stirring nerves to life. He is huge and terrifying in every way, yet the sweet suckling sensation is sublime. My small hands dig into his dark hair, which is thick, and coarse under my fingers.
I like this very much. Everything is rushing inside me, my blood pounding, and between my thighs, dampness gathers.
I twitch and arch a little. Murl plants a big hand over my collarbone and pins me to the bed before switching his focus to the other side, sucking and lapping over my stiff nipple until I am a limp puddle of feverish need.
His lips travel down, over my navel and the swell of my belly, nipping at my hips before he takes my thighs in his hands and opens me lewdly.
Panting, I lie in the tatters of my dress, glancing down against my better judgment to find him poised mere inches from my most intimate place. It’s too much, too fast, and a squeak escapes my lips as I try to snap my legs closed.
They don’t close, for there is a beastly orc between them.
His dark gaze shifts to me, and a low, warning rumble emanates from his chest.
Goddess help me, that terrifying sound makes my pussy clench, and a trickle of arousal escapes.
His eyes lower, and I know he is looking at the shameless mess I’ve made.
“Good little pet,” he rumbles. “Getting all slick and needy for her orc master. Let us prepare you as best we can. I do not have a great deal of patience, for my need is too great, but I shall feast on your pretty pink pussy until I can abstain no more.”
Lowering his head, he licks me.
My eyes roll back in my head, and the urgency wraps me within a stranglehold. Perhaps this is a beastly thing, for I cannot imagine a human male performing such a lewd act. Murl licks and laps noisily, lashing my pussy with his big, black tongue, making me twitch and shake. I know not where I’m going, only that I am hurtling towardsomething.
“I… Oh, I’m—” An explosion rocks through me, my body seizing and my pussy pushing forth a great flood of slick as blissful waves consume my most intimate place. Open-mouthed, I moan, fisting his hair and riding his beastly face until, spent, I collapse to the bed.
“Good pet,” he says, lapping up all my spend, but I am sensitive and try to bat him away.
He chuckles and tightens a grip. “Do not think to stop a hungry orc, little pet. I shall feast untilIam done and not a moment before.” Then he does. I begin to fear he will never stop and I might expire from the pleasure.
Against all reason, I take to begging him for his thick orc cock, which I only glimpsed the outline of through his leather pants. I convince myself that anything is preferable to this slow death by pleasure as I come apart yet again.
The torment stops, but I’m throbbing and tingling so much that it takes a while to register. I blink my eyes open to see Murl has risen and is stripping from his leather pants. His back is to me, and my chest tightens at seeing the damage done to him. It does not bleed anymore, but the bruising and welts are angry and raw.
Then he turns back to me, and I do not see the damage, only a fierce, proud male. My eyes lower to where his cock juts from his public bone, long, thicker and dark green near the base, and tapering to a reddish purple head. Beneath, his balls hang heavy and potent.
I swallow as a trail of clear stickiness leaks from the tip. His scent permeates the air, and it makes me a little woozy…or perhaps I am merely high on all the pleasure he has delivered.
“I-I…” I know not what I intend to say, for I am suddenly feeling nervous.
His big hand closes over the shaft and squeezes the flesh as he slides his fingers toward the tip, catching the pre-cum pooling there. It is shiny like oil, and it has a strong spicy smell. My mouth waters and my pussy grows alarmingly slick, even as I tremble. How can it possibly fit?
“Don’t worry, little pet,” he says, crawling over me and lining up his monstrous cock with my entrance. “It will fit, and if it doesn’t, I will make it.”
He thrusts.
A cry tears from my lips, and I arch up from the furs. He has gotten no more than half of it in, I realize, a little mindless. Where will the rest go? Big, clawed fingers enclose my ankles, spreading them high and open, lifting my ass clear off the furs, and with a growling groan of pleasure, he begins to rut me shallowly.
“Oh!” The strain of taking even part of him makes sweat pop from my brow. My pussy, sensitive from the attention of his tongue, squeezes over the enticing fullness, hungry for more.
He is pressing deeper with every thrust, and helpless like this, held spread before him, I have no choice but to receive him. Deep pleasure that floats upon the cusp of pain sets me spinning. “Goddess help me, it cannot fit.”
He does not stop. His face is a vision of savagery as he takes me, whether I can bear it or not.
“I must,” he says, tone implacable.
The magnitude of my situation becomes apparent in this dark, terrifying moment. I fear he is too big and cannot fit, and that he will break me upon his monstrous, beastly cock.
