Page 59 of Bred
When I don’t immediately comply, he pinches my swollen clit with the claw-tipped finger and thumb of his other hand. Instinctively, I clench. “Ummn!”
He begins to pump slowly, fingertips petting my clit, making me clench and gasp, and all the while, I’m trying not to come, for it would be shameful to come like this, with a huge orc thrusting his finger into me when he is only tending to my soreness.
“Do you need to come? Would you like me to get you off with my fingers before I fill you again with my big, orc cock?”
“No!”
“No, hm? Are you sure, mate?” He pumps a little faster, and I’m no longer feeling sore. “Should I stop then, if you prefer? If it’s too much for you.”
“I—Oh. Please,” I mutter.
“Please what? Please stop? Please don’t use your needy, gaping cunt for my pleasure?”
“Please don’t stop,” I say, not caring that I sound like a hussy, begging an orc to finger my well-used pussy, then fill me with his beastly cock. “Please make me come. Please fill me with your cock.”
“My pleasure, mate,” he rumbles. His thumb circles my clit determinedly, and that fast, I am rushing for the glorious cliff and tumbling straight over.
I am barely gasping through the climax when his finger is gone and his thick cock takes its place. My mouth falls open on a squeal of pleasure as he buries himself to the root in a single, savage thrust.
I am gone, high on him, and coming as he bends my knees to my chest and pounds me into the bed.
With a great roar, he fills me with his seed until it leaks between the cheeks of my ass and saturates the bed.
I am messy and a little sore, but I do not mind.
He withdraws slowly, grinning with pride as all the cum splatters out.
“Oh, you have made me sticky,” I complain.
He chuckles and gathers me up, lying back against the furs with me sprawled over his chest, where he plays with my knotty hair.
“What will happen now?” I ask quietly.
“Now, we shall go to Krug, the orc capital, where I live. There, I have a family, and you shall be safe. You are not the only human mate, for my brother took one last year and she has already had her first babe.”
I lift my head from his chest to peer down at him. “But I thought you were a slaver.”
His jaw tightens, and his eyes narrow. “I am no slaver,” he says. “I had need to travel, and it was the quickest way back. I hate the slavers. Our tribe has free humans and orcs, and they may leave if they do not wish to be in our service.”
“Oh,” I say inadequately. “I am sorry I called you such.”
“Do not mind it, mate,” he says. “How could you know otherwise? All Blighten are monsters to be feared, but not all are aligned with our leaders’ ways. Some would like for there to be change, but that is another story, and I would much rather consider the sweet little slave who is now my cherished pet and mate.”
“I do not know how I feel about the pet part,” I say seriously, feeling emboldened that he is not the monster I first presumed, for all he has a beastly face and bearing.
“It is an orc thing,” he says, smirking, and then he rolls, taking me under him, where he stares down at me with heated intent.
My sore pussy clenches with interest.
“Why don’t we try and see how it fits, hmm?” His dark eyes glint with mischief. “It is a master’s duty to tend to his pet’s sore pussy diligently, several times a day.”
“Oh,” I say weakly as he spreads my thighs and tends to my pussy until I am limp with pleasure.
As I lie panting and tingling, wondering at the sorcery of an orc’s tongue, I decide that I might come to enjoy life as an orc’s pet.
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