Page 21 of The Orc Who Hated Christmas
Cas licked and nipped, moaning and groaning as he moved down to Graal’s balls. Graal cried out. No one had explored this part of him before. Cas licked and sucked, making small slurping noises.
“Fuck, Graal. Your fucking smell.” Cas’s hands spasming on Graal’s thighs. He shivered, and his wings fluttered. Pixie dust filled the air, and Graal licked his lips, wanting to taste more of the sweet, citrusy pixie dust Cas produced. Graal knew Cas would taste sweet.
“I think your pre-cum and scent is a fucking aphrodisiac.” Cas pulled back, taking deep heaving breaths. “I could spill from just smelling and tasting you.” Then he dived back in, licking at skin, balls, hair, and cock. “I’ve had aphrodisiacs before. Yours is easily the strongest.”
What? Graal knew orc pre-cum had special properties. But he’d never heard it or his scent referred to as an aphrodisiac.
Making gasping, moaning sounds, Cas stroked Graal’s cock, nuzzling the side of it. More pre-cum dripped from the tip, and Cas reached out with his hand. He caught the drops before bringing the liquid to his mouth. Then he sucked Graal’s cock back into his mouth.
He bobbed his head, as if desperate to take as much of Graal as he could. Graal groaned, lost in the incredible sensation of Cas sucking him. Cas’s blue eyes stared up at him.
Fuck. He looks drunk on arousal. Could my seed really be an aphrodisiac?
Cas’s eyes watered as he took more and more of Graal into his mouth and throat as if fighting his gag reflex. Graal reached out and traced Cas’s stretched lips. Cas groaned, eyes fluttering shut. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
Cas gagged and pulled back, coughing.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” Graal knew he’d been told not to apologise. But what else was he meant to do?
Cas blinked up at him. “You have to fuck me, Graal,” Cas pleaded. “Now. Please, I need it.” His wings trembled, and bursts of pixie dust sparkled around him. He gazed up at Graal, eyes dazed and unfocused. “I’ve never felt this aroused before.”
Turned on beyond belief and also slightly alarmed, Graal hauled Cas to his feet. Cas stumbled and leaned against him.
Graal searched Cas’s face. “Do you mean it?” Did his pre-cum really have this effect on Cas? Could it truly be an aphrodisiac?
Cas pressed his body against Graal’s. He thrust, rubbing his hard cock against Graal’s thigh. He whimpered. “Yes. I want you to fuck me with this massive cock.” He wrapped a hand around Graal’s cock and stroked. More pre-cum spurted forth.
Graal groaned and let out a breath. “I meant about my scent and pre-cum being an aphrodisiac.”
Cas gave a lazy smile. “Yep. I’m pretty certain. It’s powerful. I wanted you to fuck me before. Now I need it.”
“And are you sure you’re all right?” Graal stroked Cas’s cheek. Graal felt slightly concerned for Cas. Perhaps this thing was a cross-race effect. “You don’t need anything?”
“Ineedyour cock inside me.” Cas kissed him, biting at his lips.
Graal groaned.
“Now bury your fingers in me, stretch me, and then fuck me, orc.”
CHAPTER 12
Tucked away behind the stalls at the edge of the Christmas markets, Graal reached down to his cock and slid his fingers through the copious amount of pre-cum that trickled from the tip.
He reached behind Cas and found his entrance. Cas whimpered. He wrapped his arms over Graal’s shoulders and leaned his head against Graal’s chest. He pushed his arse back and spread his legs as he rested his weight on Graal.
“Oh! I forgot about oil.” Cas gasped. “Fuck. You don’t even need oil. You produce your own lubricant.”
Cas trembled as Graal’s slippery fingers pressed against the tight puckered ring of muscle.
“Ready for my fingers?” Graal nudged his fingers against Cas’s entrance, still unable to comprehend how this was happening. How could Cas actually want Graal to fuck him?
Cas pushed back, urging Graal on. “I’m so ready.” Cas’s breath brushed Graal’s nipple, causing them both to peak. “Please, Graal. I need this. I need you.”
Graal slid a finger inside Cas’s tight, hot channel.
“Yes,” Cas hissed. He bit at the skin of Graal’s chest, causing him to growl.
