Page 9 of Orn and the Real Girl
She panted and shivered, her hands clinging tight to my forearms, her blunt little nails leaving half-moon indents in my skin, nonsense babbling from her sensual mouth. An idea struck me, and I used my other hand to roll her clit between two of my knuckles, trying to mimic what my mouth was doing to her not long ago. Her eyes snapped open and snagged mine, a look almost like betrayal crossing her features, and then shewas screeching and writhing, her cunt clamping hard around my digits and her whole body shuddering and jolting with the force of her orgasm. She leaked copiously around my fingers, still buried inside her and stroking at that spot, as she continued to come and come and come. I didn’t let up until she shoved me away, a look of stunned disbelief plastered on her flushed and sweaty face.
“I didn’t know that was something I could do,” she murmured, dazed. I licked my fingers clean, satisfied to have brought her such pleasure, and thinking perhaps she might be able to take my cock after all, if she really wanted it.
I got up to get her a glass of water, helping her sit up to drink it and catch her breath. In all honesty, I did not mind if she had changed her mind about taking me inside her; my cock ached fiercely, but moreso I ached with pride for being able to make her feel so good. I would happily explore her body more, spend the rest of the storm figuring out what touches brought her to the highest heights, that left her this glowing and boneless, without my cock ever leaving my pants.
But once she had finished her water she turned to me with a predatory glint in her eye, and before I knew it she had her hands on my pants and was tearing them loose from my body. A seam audibly ripped as she tugged and yanked. I laughed, helping her get them off of me, and then we were both naked in my bed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SARA
TO SAYthat that was the best orgasm of my life almost cheapened it, reduced it to a thing that was “just”—just an orgasm, just a bodily reaction. But it had felt cosmic and huge, like something had shaken loose while my body throbbed and pulsed and broke into stars over and over again.
And now I was staring at his cock, and it was just as big and beautiful as the rest of him. It was textured in ways I never could have anticipated, my experience thus far exclusively with humans, but I wasn’t afraid of it. That would require my being afraid of Orn, and despite only knowing him for less than a day, that already felt impossible.
I licked my lips, reaching for him, but I paused to ask, “Can I touch you?"
He nodded, face flushed and throat bobbing. He held himself stiff and tense in his seat at the edge of the bed, as if he was worried I was going to spook and run if he made the wrong move, and it was so sweet yet sad I couldn’t help but crawl into his lap. I slung one arm around his neck and slid the other slowly down his body, over his heaving chest and trembling belly, until I had an overflowing fistful of orc cock. I gave him a squeeze, making him gasp, and I swallowed the soft sound with a kiss.
It was a sweeter kiss, less wild than they’d been so far, and I found myself sinking into it like I’d sunk into his soft, warmbed after my endless march through the blizzard. He felt right in a way I couldn’t quite pin down, and it wasn’t just because the complex bumps and ridges of his cock in my hand had me feeling aching and wanton in anticipation.
My arm around his neck tightened, pressing us closer together, and even though he was so much larger and stronger than me, he came easily, gladly, his hands grabbing me and clutching me tight. I felt bright, I felt wanted, but I also felt empty and aching. I wanted to taste Orn, but I thought it would have to wait for another time, because I was beginning to feel overwhelmed with the desire for him to fill me.
I shifted, sitting higher, breaking our kiss to do so, and used my grip on his shaft to guide it to the swollen, sensitive core of me, shuddering just from the press of his fat, blunt head at my entrance. Before I could ask him if he was okay with what I was doing, he spoke, his dark eyes wild on mine.“Yes, Sara,” he rasped, his fingers digging into my hips, clawsjustpricking at the skin of my ass. “Ride me, please.”
I started to sink down onto him, and he threw his head back, something between a growl and a whine ripping from his throat. “Please,” I heard him whisper, and it grabbed at me and wrenched something loose in my chest. Emotion swelled, and when tears threatened with a tight ache in my throat I slammed myself down onto him, gasping and crying out at the sensation. He was so big, so thick, and with all the added texture it almost felt like an invasion. But he held me tenderly, kissing my neck and chest, his hands unsteady but caressing me gently. He murmured how good I felt, how proud he was that I’d taken all of him, and my emotions began to settle. After a few deep breaths, the sting faded and I rolled my hips, testing.
We both moaned, our combined fluids making obscene sounds as I slowly started to ride him, the last of the tension from the pain fading as I opened myself to the sensations, towhat it felt like to be surrounded by Orn, filled by him, utterly wound up with him. He kept his hips still, letting me lead, his focus on worshiping everything he could reach of my body with that tender sweetness that I was coming to realize he was overflowing with. It made me wonder what he could have possibly done to wind up all alone and so far from home. Maybe he was up here in the mountains for the same reason that I was; because there was nowhere else in the world that he fit into.
I began to ride him faster, my legs burning from so much activity over the last few days, but I couldn’t stop—I could feel another orgasm building, this one deep and languorous, a heated coil gradually slithering through my body. My eyes were closed, my concentration going towards chasing that feeling, to sinking into it as deeply as I could.
So I didn’t see how one of Orn’s hands dipped down between my legs. That was, until I felt careful fingers on my clit, just resting on it and letting the jostle of our bodies do all the moving.
I cried out, pleasure mounting hard and fast now, but just then my left leg locked up, and I froze, my eyes snapping open with a wince. “Cramp,” I bit out, going to rub it loose before I lost this feeling.
But before I knew it I was tipping back, Orn’s hand cradling the back of my head, making sure I wound up exactly where he wanted me. He guided my cramped up leg out straight and used two knuckles to massage my knotted thigh muscle. But he didn’t stop fucking me, his strokes long and smooth and maddeningly slow, keeping my arousal peaked but my orgasm just out of reach.
“You’ve been through a lot,” he told me, his gaze hot and firm as he loomed over me. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” I shuddered at the epitaph, his tenderness swamping me and stealing my voice. But I managed a nod, my hands coming up tostroke along his jaw and clasp his strong shoulders.Please take care of me,I tried to say with my eyes.Make me feel good.
He dipped his head to kiss me, the hard press of his tusks no longer odd but welcome. He peppered my face with soft kisses, his length still sliding in and out of me, winding me up, and I sighed and rolled my hips up into his, trying to coax him into moving faster. My leg was mostly back to normal now, and I wantedmore. I wanted it all, every inch and drop of him.
He noticed my squirming and paused. “Are you alright?”
I nodded, then bit my lip. “My leg feels fine now. I need more, Orn.”
His dark eyes searched my face, his body going tense under my hands, and I couldn’t help but huff in frustration. “You won’t break me,” I promised him, hooking my legs around his waist and letting my nails dig into his back as I used my heels to press him harder into me. “Can you give me what I want?” I taunted, arching my eyebrow and tipping my chin up defiantly.
He frowned, his long hair curtaining us and making his features more stark and sharp with shadow. But I wasn’t afraid, even though he looked fearsome. He was my big, sweet orc savior, he was Orn, and even if he let loose I had no doubt that I was safer with him than I’d ever been with anyone else.
Without warning, he was slamming into me, hitting something deep inside of me, his lips twisting in a snarl that felt feral. “You want more?” he growled, beginning an unforgiving rhythm that had my eyes rolling and my limbs curling in like a dead bug. “You’ll get it. You’ll get anything you want, sweetheart. Just say the word.”
My awareness bled and faded, bliss pulsing out from my core and coating every nerve in my body like a sweet sticky syrup. I was making wild noises, sounds I never suspected I could make, but Orn was taking me just how I’d wanted, and it was better than any fantasy could have conjured. There was no room leftin me to care about how I sounded. I never wanted it to end, I wanted to stay in this crystalline moment of pleasure for the rest of my life, where fear for the future was distant and remote, where I was cared for and safe and warm.
But he felt so good, too good, and I was coming yet again with a howl, my throat shredding itself raw as I screamed my pleasure, thanking the gods who’d delivered me here.
It felt like I was flying, my spirit free of my body and tasting the heavens, but there were thick arms cradling me, warm work-roughened hands stroking my skin, combing my curls back from my sweat-sticky face, and a deep, rough voice was calling to me.
I blinked a few times, my vision clearing of stars, and Orn’s handsome face swam into focus, fear and concern hewn into his features. “Are you alright?” he asked, panic in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”
