Page 34 of Marked By Feral Monsters
His relaxed smile fades, and his big, warm brown eyes soften.
Ugly…
…and yet, I can't look away. I can't ignore the feeling that gentle look gives me, the comfort in his gaze.
"I've got you, Eden. Now, you're going to come all over my face so I can drink you up. Be a good girl and keep those legs spread."
He pushes his finger into my pussy again, swirling it around, gathering my dripping wet juice before pulling it out. Then, he pushes my knees up so my feet are on his shoulders, and his finger breaches my ass.
I tense against the pressure.
"Just breathe, Eden. Relax your body. Open that tiny bud and let me in."
His words are filthy, delivered in the softest tone. I've never had anyone speak to me like this. What I wouldn't have given to hear them before now, to experience this level of wild excitement and perverse pleasure and comfort from someone back in the village.
I take a deep breath and try to relax, then Ulack pushes his forefinger through the tight ring of my ass. His finger alone is larger than any cock I've ever fucked, and I brace against the sting, but he massages me slowly, slipping in and out before pushing all the way in.
Deep.
So deep, I don't think I've ever felt this full. The satisfaction of that alone is enough to ruin me.
It's so big, it feels so good. And when he notches his thumb at my pussy, I beg for more.
"Please, Ulack, I can take it. I need it. Fuck, I need it." My desperate pleas match my desire, my body begging to be filled so full. All I've ever wanted was this, and he's giving it to me so easily.
His thumb, wider than his finger, pushes into my pussy. Against the fullness in my ass, it feels nearly overwhelming. I cry out in pleasure, but, fucking me with both fingers, double-penetrating so deep inside me, my words become an incoherentmess. My walls squeeze him, but I'm so full, there's barely room to contract.
"Oh my god," I rasp.
He pumps his fingers faster. And then he leans forward, and with that fast, firm tongue, he laps at my clit, and I lose it.
"Unngghh!!" I grunt, the buildup from before already charged, merging with this pervasive intensity singing along every fiber of my being, every single nerve ending synapsing all at once. Spots cloud my vision, and the urgent need to release bursts like a dam inside me. I come so hard, squirting juice sprays out of me, the sound splashing against his face.
Grunting, huffing against his relentless fucking, his finger slips out of my ass and the orgasm spasms again when my ass relaxes. His finger presses into my clit while his thumb curls toward my g-spot and strokes my inner walls, and I keep squirting, coming all over him. His face is soaking wet, my body a weak, sated mess.
"I can't—oh god, I can't take anymore!" I cry, sobbing at the relief, the intensity. He pulls his hands back, and with his massive tongue, he leans forward and licks my face. I smell myself on him, my hand limply gripping his ear, falling to his tusk.
I trace his sharp teeth, and he does nothing but smile.
"That was..." There are no words. Ulack, this mysterious orc who came out of nowhere, just destroyed my pussy in a way I've only dreamed about. I nearly want to cry, knowing this exists.
My lazy eyes trace over all his features. There's mischief there, smug satisfaction, and something like wonder, too... he looks at me like I'm a wonder.
I don't know what comes next. I imagine curling up in his giant arms and settling in for a nap, but Ulack takes a step back, the ground shaking beneath his heavy tread, and he rips off his loincloth.
Oh, holy fuck.
His cock, though it previously looked like a mountain hidden beneath a blanket of fabric, now juts out proudly between his legs. The look on my face makes Ulack smirk in amusement. I like this affable giant, I decide. I like him very much.
And I like that cock very much too, though I've no idea what to do with it.
Because his massive orc cock, darker than his skin, like a denser forest green, is the size of my fucking thigh. Bigger. It wouldn't just split me in half; it would quite literally kill me.
Nerves trickle down my spine.
What the fuck was I thinking, letting an orc get me off? There's no one around to help. No one knows I'm here. I told everyone I was heading in the opposite direction, and knowing orc tracks were spotted in the area, no one in my village would venture this far for weeks to be safe. Certainly, no one would come after me if I went missing.
Is this it then? Does he mean to kill me? Death by cock?
