Page 35 of Marked By Feral Monsters
This wasn't what I had in mind when I ached to be so full that even a breath of air had no room.
"Don't look so scared, my Eden."
MyEden.
He's still smiling, relaxed and lazy. Does he not think this will kill me?
"You've soaked me with your messy cunt. Would be a shame to waste all this fine slick. Now come here," he says, gripping my leg, easily pulling me into his lap. I feel like an ant on a log, tiny and insignificant.
"How can...?" I clear my throat, trying to sound more confident. "You won'tfit, Ulack."
God, I'm such an idiot. Devis was right all along about me.
My traitorous pussy is still dripping with want at the sight of his size, despite the impossibility.
He picks me up and sits me atop the head. It's a seat, literally. A chair cannot fit inside me, I argue, and my nerves take over, a confusing mix of want and fear. He ignores my verbal protests, still chuckling in amusement.
"Ulack," I argue again. "It's not going tofit!"
Still, he ignores me.
"That's it, honey. I can feel your pussy suckling, even still. Let all that nice juice flow down my aching cock."
It's true, my pussy keeps squeezing. The whole thing won't fit inside, but I can suckle and squeeze the tip. The tip's tip.
With two hands wrapped around me, Ulack drags the front of my body down his length, and I instinctively reach out and hug the thing, letting the texture rub against my skin as I slide down.
"Good girl." The praise tingles, and even though I just came harder than I ever have before, I tilt my hips into the shaft and rock against it. "Now, wrap your arms and legs around me. That's it, good girl. Now, hold on. Nice and tight."
And then, with both hands, he grips my hips and shoulders, and then he fucks his giant cock with my whole body.
This was not what I imagined happening.
I squeeze tight, lightheaded at the absurdity of it all, but wanting to please him, to give him what he gave me, I hold on tight, digging my hands and heels into his shaft.
I know when I do a good job. He grunts in satisfaction, whipping me faster and faster up and down. I angle my feet to offer even more friction for him, and each new thing I add makes him shudder and grunt in pleasure.
His foreskin slides with me, and when he finds a rhythm he likes, I brace myself, then stick out my tongue, and with each pass, I lick the underside, stroking his frenulum, licking up the head. I wiggle my face and my nose into it, creating more friction.
"Oh fuck, Eden, yes, keep doing that." And so I do. He praises me, whipping me faster, and then his hold on me becomes frantic, erratic. There's a deep rumble in his chest, trembling through his entire body, straight through the pillar in my arms, so I rock my hips into the vibration, enjoying the drag of his veiny cock against my sensitive core.
My mind whirs with all the strange possibilities between us. An orc and a human. Not so impossible, after all. They always called me a freak. But if this is what being a freak means, I'll own it.
The vibrations grow deeper, and I know he's close, so I hold on tighter.
And then there's a giant roar.
Ulack's release could be heard for miles, I think. He shakes the earth beneath us, and I no longer have any control—not that I ever did—but I can do nothing but go along for the ride, hoping he doesn't snap my neck with how fast he's fucking his enormous cock with my body clinging tightly, like a bear up a tree.
He erupts like a geyser, spraying cum all over me. It rains from above, shooting out, soaking my face, my hair. It's sticky and musky, and it keeps coming, though his hold on me slows as his body quakes with his orgasm.
Finally, with one last shudder, he yanks me once more, and I dig in my heels to drag up his length, and another spurt erupts before he releases me to collapse into his lap.
We're soaked.
Filthy and soaked in cum.
It's quiet for a moment. Bird chirping. Breath planting. Wind rustling the leaves.
