Page 68 of The Orc's Sweetheart
The first scrape of his tusks against my pussy lips feels like a vow of the pleasure that’s to come. Bodin groans with approval as he licks up my center, his tongue flat and wide as he drags it from my entrance to the clit. He repeats the motion again, my legs shaking and eyes rolling back with the sensations.
Curling his arms around my thighs, Bodin pulls me down until I’m no longer holding myself up, but my full weight is resting on him. I’m about to protest about his breathing capabilities, when he mumbles with breath warm against my pussy, “I thought I told you to sit on my face. Give me your full weight, Matilda. Ride me. Soak me. Own me.”
An uninhibited moan crawls up my throat, turning into a cry of pleasure that reverberates around the room when Bodin nudges my clit with his nose and spears his thick tongue into my wet cunt. Then, I ride his face.
I rock my hips, swiveling them, finding the best rhythm that has me climbing toward my peak. Bodin eats me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, like he’s been deprived of me for too long, like I’m his salvation.
My cries go louder, my movements stronger, pleasure building in my spine until my whole body tingles with the anticipation of the peak that’s to come. I no longer know who’s getting more enjoyment out of this with Bodin practically moaning underneath me as he tries to lick up every drop of arousal that he’s causing.
Soon, my back arches and my thighs lock around his head, squeezing tight as my orgasm barrels into me, rolling through my body in a giant wave until it ebbs into soft ripples. Bodin guides me through it, gentling his licks, pressing open-mouthed kisses to me until I’m limp and boneless. Yet, I want more.
I lift up onto my knees to see Bodin’s face. His eyes are hungry, his smirk lascivious, his beard shining with my release.
“More.” The word is all gravel, demand, need.
He sits up in one movement and flips me, positioning me onto my knees, my body an all-too-willing vessel for him to maneuver however he chooses.
“Show me my cunt, wife. Show me how much you want your husband’s cock,” Bodin says from behind me, followed by the sounds of a zipper lowering.
I whimper, wanting to please him so badly, wanting to prove that my body wants him as much as my heart does right here on the floor in the entryway of our cottage.
I gather my skirt around my waist, then lower myself onto my elbows. I spread my knees apart and push my ass back, archingmy back to ensure he gets the perfect view of my dripping pussy, my desire for him.
A satisfied moan reverberates up from Bodin’s chest. If I didn’t know orc biology, I would’ve thought he’s purring.
A rough hand lands on my ass, squeezing, then the other hand joins, pulling my cheeks apart as Bodin inspects my holes. “I’m going to take all of you, wife. Every hole. I want to brand myself inside you, cover you in my cum, imprint my very soul onto yours so you never forget who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
Bodin shuffles forward and the wide head of his cock presses against my opening. “Count my piercings, wife. Count how many belong to you as I claim your cunt.”
Each ridge, each piercing as he pushes forward feels like a revelation, a branding iron with Bodin’s name staking his claim not only on my cunt but on my very being.
I pant each number as he advances until I count all eight.
When he’s fully seated, he groans with pleasure, then asks in a voice raw with lust, “Do you like how hard you make me, Matilda? Do you like knowing this cock belongs to you?”
“Yes,” I moan huskily, desperate for him. “I’m yours and you’re mine.”
Heavy breathing fills the air as Bodin slowly retreats until just the tip remains inside me.
“I’m riding the edge now, sweetheart. Once I start thrusting my rut will fully kick in. You ready?”
The fact that Bodin still has enough control to check in with me when he’s this close to his rut, just makes me love him somuch more.
“Yes. Fuck me. Claim me,” I pant, pushing my hips back, trying to impale myself on his thick cock.
Satisfied with my consent, he drives forward with a snap of his hips, a victorious shout falling from his lips as he fills me to the hilt in one move. He drives into me over and over and over again, gripping my hips, his balls slapping against my clit with the force of his thrusts.
Our bodies create a symphony of carnal sounds, the world outside fading away until we’re the only two creatures in the universe.
My second orgasm crests in a sweeping arc and I fall apart on Bodin’s cock, my pussy pulsing with my release as I shout my husband’s name.
Before I can collapse, Bodin sits back on his heels, pulling me onto his lap as he pistons into me from below.
I whimper, moan, cry with pleasure in this new position. The feel of his thick cock, of each piercing is so much more intense, so deep, as I bounce on his lap.
I come again. My pussy contracts around Bodin’s cock and his hips stutter as he finds his own release, filling my pussy up with his seed.
