Page 8 of Orn and the Real Girl
ORN
THIS LITTLEwitch wastryingto transform me into a beast. It was obvious in the way she’d touched herself, a challenge gleaming on her pretty face, the way she tried to muscle me into different directions. But I had been waiting so long for this moment—too long, really—to allow myself to be goaded. For all her fire, Sara was still soft, still warm and sweet, and it was everything I’d been craving from my other orcish partners in the past. So while it felt wrong to deny her, I was too far gone, too greedy; she would takewhatI gave her,whenI gave it to her. But I would make sure she liked it.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed and sank to my knees, throwing her legs over my shoulders as I settled between her plush thighs. The scent of her arousal hit me like a fist, and I was glad I was already on my knees so she wouldn’t see how weak she made me. Orc women were built much the same here as human women, but the flesh was harder, tougher, requiring more force and stimulation to give them sufficient pleasure, and it had never been something I’d been comfortable with. Orc coupling in general was far too rough, a bid for dominance as much as for pleasure, and was a part of why I’d chosen banishment.
But Sara was all softness and sweetness, and it didn’t feel like I had to flirt with breaking her to make her feel good. My lightest caresses were eliciting such wonderful reactions from her, andthat felt right, felt good, like nothing had before now. Sara was the first human that I’d been intimate with, and I could tell already that I was hopelessly addicted to this.
I leaned in and nuzzled at her silky-soft skin, pressing kisses to her delectably plump thighs, to the crease where her legs meet her pelvis, then to the crisp curls decorating the slick rose-brown folds peeking from between her lower lips. She mewled and bucked, trying to goad me again, and I growled low, unfurling my tongue from my mouth and licking a slow stripe up the seam of her. I knew it wasn’t what she wanted, and I knew exactly where shedidwant me, but I wouldn’t be rushed; I was having amoment.
I kissed and nipped and nuzzled, I drank in the scent of her skin and the deeper tangy-sweet musk of her sex, using my arms to pin her hips to the bed so that she could not help but be at my mercy, to let me enjoy myself.
“Orn,” she whined, and something about her tone snapped my resolve to savor her. I paused, lifting my head to look up at her. She’d propped herself up on her elbows and was glaring down at me.
I couldn’t help it; I grinned up at her, holding her tawny eyes as I lowered my mouth again and used my long tongue to lap at the swollen bud of her clit with a firm, twisting stroke.
She gasped and collapsed onto her back again, her hips straining against my grasp, wanting to press her tender flesh more firmly into my mouth. But I was nervous about my tusks so close to such delicate skin. So I kept her where I had her, paying close attention to what touches made her buck and gasp and writhe like she was losing her mind.
It wasn’t long before I was lost in my task, my world reduced to her smell, her taste, her noises, and the carnal push and pull of figuring out what, exactly, she liked best. I was only dimly aware that she was crying out now, her fingers buried in my hairand tugging at it, sending little sparks of pain here and there on my scalp and undoing my careless bun. I paid more attention when she suddenly grew quiet, her whole body quivering and slick with sweat, and her nub throbbing against my tongue. Then she arched her back and keened, and a deluge of wetness coated my lower face, her sex clenching and throbbing against me.
I beamed, full of pride; I had made her come.
I gentled my movements, knowing from—ahem—research, that she would likely be too sensitive for several moments. But I didn’t let up, chasing her moans and her cries, winding her back up until she was taut and ready to snap once more. Then I latched onto her thick bud, letting my tusks bracket her sex, and sucked on her.
This time when she came, it sounded like she was dying, her tight grip on my hair pulling several strands free from my scalp. But I was too concerned by the noises she made to linger on my own pain. The orgasm seemed to drag out for longer, causing her to spasm harder, and I worried for a moment that I’d been too forceful, that I had hurt her. I released her, springing to my feet and bending over her, cupping her sweet heart-shaped face in my hand and searching for signs of injury.
“Are you alright, Sara?” I asked, brushing errant curls back from her face. Her dazed eyes slid over my face, disturbingly blank, and I cursed myself for being so greedy.
“Wuh?” she asked, her brows furrowing.
“Are you alright?”
She blinked up at me, then surprised me utterly by laughing. She laughed long and loud, tears gathering on her lashes. She struggled to breathe around the sound erupting from her. “Am Ialright?” She guffawed, patting my cheek with one of her tiny hands. “Honey, you just about sucked my soul out of my pussy, and I amnotupset about that in the least.”
I felt pride that I’d managed to please her so well on our first coupling. Something warm and glowing filled me when she called me ‘honey’, and though I knew she couldn’t possibly mean anything by it, I found myself wishing she did.
I loosed a breath in relief, my hands skating over her face and neck, unable to stop myself from touching her. “So you are well?”
“Very,” she purred, lifting up onto her elbows to kiss me again. “That was amazing.”
She let herself drop onto her back, carding her fingers through my thick carpet of chest hair, tracing it down to where it thinned and trailed into my pants, where my cock was aching and leaking, desperate for her. She palmed it, and I hissed, my eyes rolling closed. I could not help but grind into her hand a little, seeking her warmth even though it had been very little time since I’d spilled my seed by my own hand. I hadn’t been this wound up and sensitive since my teenage years.
“Let’s take care of you, now, honey,” she said, stroking me through the rough fabric. “I want you inside me, Orn.”
I froze, fear jolting through me. I did not know if I was ready for that, after all. I was so much larger than her, my cock proportioned to fit into a much larger orcish body. Her flesh was pliant, but would it be able to take me without injury? I thought that I would die if I hurt Sara, even on accident.
“I-I don’t know if...if we’ll fit,” I admitted, carefully stroking through her folds, mindful of my claws. I pressed the pads of two of my fingers at her entrance, but it was hard to tell anything beyond that she was hot and soaked for me.
I stood, striding over to my kitchen and digging through a drawer until I found my good shears. I cut my claws down on my right hand, my dominant hand, making sure there were no sharp edges left before returning to Sara, who was watching me quizzically.
“What’re you doing that for?” she asked, letting me help her back up the bed to rest against the pillows. “Areyouwell?”
I traced my newly-shorn finger through her folds, gathering her slick, and then I breached her, slowly, carefully, testing. Her cunt clenched on my finger, sucking it deeper into her body, and Sara grinned fiercely up at me. She relaxed into the pillow and spread her legs wider, beckoning me with her eyes, and I pulled my finger out to insert a second, eliciting a gasp from her. But she didn’t look as though she was hurting, so I continued to stroke her inner walls, seeking out what felt good, and trying to determine if another finger would hurt her; my cock was certainly thicker than just two of my fingers.
I grazed a spot on the top of her channel that felt different from the rest, a little rougher, and she groaned, wiggling her hips to coax me to apply more pressure. “Sweet Delenaa, Orn,” she cried out, her eyes rolling, “Yes, oh, sweetness,right there.”
I did as she bid, stroking into that spot and trying not to linger too long on the things she was calling me.It doesn’t mean anything. It can’t,I told myself. I felt her begin to flutter and tighten around my fingers, her cunt hot and wet and welcoming, and I paused in my attentions just long enough to slip a third finger into her.
“Is that too much?” I asked, holding still. She shook her head, rolling her hips, and I resumed my movements, trying to stretch her carefully even as I stroked this special spot inside her and tried to make her climax once more.
