Page 44 of Marked By Feral Monsters
She sits on my lap as my legs drape over the side of the bed. "Orcs have sex with each other, but we don't mate until the urge to procreate forms. For some of us, that is never. I've never had the urge, so I haven't looked for a mate. Occasionally I'll find a bedmate, but again, orcs are territorial about their space, and prefer to live alone from one another. So if you're asking why I don't have another orc to fuck, the answer is, I do, if I want to. But ever since I found you, I've found myself thinking strange things."
"What kind of strange things?"
"Do you remember what I said I was curious about? Back at the waterfall?" I give her a teasing look.
She draws in a slow breath, eyes twinkling. And there's that scent again. Stronger, now. I can feel the heat of her in my lap. She clenches her little legs together. "Of ways we can fit?"
I nod. "Yes. That day was very fun for me. And this hole here—this can be fun." I point to my custom hole in the rock. "I don't need another orc to have fun. You see?"
"So you just want me?" she asks hopefully. The eagerness in her voice assures me my fears are unfounded. She wants this too. My Eden from the waterfall, from the furs at the edge of camp. My Eden, who defended me against the righteous, angry humans. And this Eden. In my lap, in my cave.
They are all the same. Fiercely loyal, kind, sweet. A daydreamer. A lover.
"I just want you. So… Do you want to play with me, Eden?"
She swallows, then nods her head yes. I come to a stand, gently setting her to the ground beside the bed. I'm ready to have my way with her. I've been ready for days, hours, minutes.
On my nights away from her, I've thought of nothing else. Of all the ways we could fit.
But as I step down off the platform, my cock achingly heavy between my legs, Eden whispers, "Wait."
"Yes?" I ask, surprised.
"Can I see?"
I tilt my head, waiting for her to elaborate. Then she nods toward the hole.
I grunt and clear my throat. I wasn't expecting to show her that. Not now, maybe not ever. I'm not ashamed of my creation, but the other orcs who have seen it thought it was excessive.
But, shy or not, I can deny Eden nothing when she asks sweetly, "Please?"
I huff in amusement, then, determined to please my human in any way she desires, I untie my loincloth. My enormous erection juts out proudly from between my legs. It has a mind of its own, and I've been ignoring its demands for the better part of an hour.
But as she bites her bottom lip, the scent of her pussy floods the room, and her eyes grow ridiculously, owlishly large as she stares at my waiting, throbbing cock. A tendril of heat coils inside me, spring-loaded, ready to unleash.
My voice rasps, and I lift my chin. "Give me some slick. I know you have some to spare."
She snorts and shrugs, completely unabashed. I love it. I love this. She lifts her shift and tugs it off, tossing it aside. We stand there for a second, taking each other in. A smirk curls my lips, and I say, "Allow me."
Her body is so small compared to mine. So fragile, but she wields it like she's made of fire. My fierce little lion, standing tall and proud on those short little legs. I chuckle to myself, then nudge her legs apart easily.
I scoop as much wet slick as I can, running the tip of my finger over her clit, before nudging at her entrance. Her knees shake and her hand shoots out to clasp my arm, to hold herself steady, but then she waves her finger at me like I'm the one being naughty. It makes me laugh.
My finger is dripping with her silky juice. I collect a little more and spread it over my waiting cock. It twitches in my hand, and she stands close, watching eagerly.
"It feels good, Eden," I rasp. And because I can't wait a moment longer, I notch my cock into the hole in the wall, with both hands guiding it, and slide in. A shudder runs through me, and for a moment, I close my eyes and roll my head back.
"Let me see you fuck it, Ulack. I want to watch."
Her words ignite a fury of need inside me. My balls pull up tight, and I can barely restrain myself from erupting. It's a tight fit, made just big enough. It swallows me whole, and I grunt, the sensation bordering on pain, before I pull out, flex my ass and thrust my hips back into the wall.
I need it now. I can't slow it down. I've been dreaming of Eden for days. Longer, before I ever met her, longing for something, someone to match my insatiable needs.
I've found her and she's even better than I imagined. That she is small, human, is not a problem to be solved. It's an adventure to discover, together. It's a delight.
Bucking my hips forward, clenching, reveling in the tight fit, I slam in, never having felt this level of buildup, needing to release this badly.
It's torture to draw out the pleasure, but my Eden is enjoying it, so I try to keep from coming. The cave reeks of sex, and we've only just begun.
