Page 17 of First Comes Orc, Second Comes Baby
“My turn,” Brahnt said, voice dark, heavy with lust.
“Come here—”
The Orc flipped her onto her stomach, a hand on the back of her neck, pressing her into the bed. Charlotte didn’t move, responding instinctively to the silent demand for submission.
“Stay,” he whispered in her ear, then rose.
Charlotte didn't dare lift her head, her forehead against the sheets as she heard the sound of a drawer opening, closing.
The bed dipped under Brahnt's weight as he straddled Charlotte’s thighs, began to massage her buttocks.
“Hands and knees, be a good Human,” Brahnt murmured, and Charlotte obeyed, tensing with anticipation when strong hands parted her cheeks, a now lubed finger slipping the first few centimeters into her pussy.
“The first time with an Orc can be painful,” he said. “Relax and take it. You can cry if you want, but I won’t stop unless you use your safe word.”
“Will you be mad if I do?” she asked, breathless.
“No, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His fingers slid further into her sheathe, in and out, finding an angle that had her writhing and pushing her buttock against his groin because she wanted more.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Charlotte. Are you ready?”
Charlotte moaned, the sensations overwhelming her, and she nodded into the sheets.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. God. Just fuck me.”
Brahnt pulled out his fingers, and a dick pressed against Charlotte’s opening, beginning a slow, inexorable breach. Brahnt pushed inside and Charlotte cried out, forcing her body to relax though she wanted to seize up from the pleasure. Both the physical, and the pleasure of knowing she was being claimed by her Orc.
“Relax,” Brahnt ground out, “let me have you. I’m going to fuck you so good. You’re mine, and you’ll know it.”
Brahnt pushed his cock all the way inside, withdrew, pushed back in. “More? Faster? Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
It was a demand, and to make that clear, Brahnt grabbed the back of her neck, his fingers pressing down hard.
“Please,” Charlotte moaned, “fuck me hard. I need you.”
She whined, begged, until Brahnt gave her what she wanted, until he let go and pounded inside her. Charlotte arched into each stroke, her fingers digging into the sheets.
“Mine,” Brahnt rasped. “I’m going to fuck my baby into you, and you’re going to be mine. You’ll nest in my bed, and every night when I come home, you’ll be waiting, presenting this tight little pussy for me to fuck.”
“Yes, yes, god,” she gasped.
Brahnt jerked her head back, his strokes relentless. “Tell me you’re mine. That’ll you’ll take my seed and make my heir.”
“Yes, yes, I’m yours. Give me your cock, give me your baby. God!”
Charlotte convulsed with pleasure and a moment later Brahnt shouted, hot come filling her pussy. He ground inside as if he wanted to make sure he deposited every last drop.
“Fuck, this pussy is so good,” Brahnt swore. “I’m never letting this go.” He slid out. “I’m never going to get enough.”
Charlotte smirked—all the guys said that—though she wanted nothing more than to collapse on the bed and sleep for a year, but Brahnt had other ideas. He slid an arm under her waist and hauled her up, carrying her into the bathroom.
The bathroom was luxurious, of course, done in whites and creams with veins of gold. A large clawfoot tub sat under a window, and there was a separate shower that didn't bother with anything as plebeian as glass doors. The size it was, it didn't need it.
This was not a bathroom designed for privacy.
