Page 45 of Marked By Feral Monsters
Holding back takes effort, and I slam my fist. The wall shakes, dust falls around us, but I force myself to slow down. My Eden. Fuck, I need her. I wish she could join me in some way. I want her to touch me, but I don't know what to ask. Just a hand on my hip, or…
"Fuck, Eden. It feels so good. Having you watch… the smell of your cunt… it's too much…"
"Do you wish it was me, Ulack?" she asks. I don't like the tinge of worry in her voice.
"It is you, little one. You're right here with me. Something about you… it feels as if we are…" I pant, pausing mid-thrust, losing track of my words, the pleasure making my head swim. My balls are so sensitive. I need something. I need more. I need her.
"Eden, please. Touch me, please," I beg.
It seems unfair to ask this of her, though. She's too little, she could get hurt with me fucking my hole like this, and I'd never forgive myself if that happened. Perhaps just a hand on my leg. Or fingertips grazing my balls. Yes, that would be good.
I turn to face her, pulling out of the wall partway. Her cheeks are red, that small space between her lovely little tits leading up to her collarbone, flushed with the heat of her blood. My mouth waters. I push back in, my cock disappearing in the hole. I'm about to lose it.
"How should I touch you, Ulack? I—" she steps closer, rubbing my hip as I thrust. She's fearless, standing beside an orc who loses himself into the side of a mountain. "I fear I'm not enough for you. I'm too small. You're too big."
"We are perfect for each other," I argue. Her eyes meet mine, and my hips drive faster. I'm getting close. "It's okay," I reassure her. "We have all the time in the world to explore."
There is no disappointment, and I'll not have her feel insecure because she doesn't know what to do. I don't even know. Just having her beside me is enough.
But then, a small slap on my flexed ass cheek drags my attention back to her.
"I'm so close, Eden," I whine. But I slow my thrusts, because her eyes are gleaming, and she wants my attention. Her hand disappears between her legs. "Oh, yes, keep doing that. I could watch you pleasure yourself all day long."
"No, Ulack. Not yet. This is for you." Then she pulls her hand away from her pussy, fingers shiny. With her other hand, she rubs my thigh, dragging her hand toward my ass.
I tense in surprise.
"Let me in," she urges.
I've never done this before. I know some orcs like it, but I've never tried it. I relax and bend at the waist, just enough to open up. She teases her tiny fingers into my asshole. It tickles at first.
But then her fingers deepen, and fingers become a fist. I grunt in surprise when I feel the length of her arm push inside me. She's so small the pressure isn't too much compared to my size. Even so, it's enough.
"Fuck the wall, Ulack," she demands.
And so I do.
I can't do anythingbutfuck the wall. The pressure in my ass is surprising. It's sensitive and full in a way I've never been. It's pressing on something deep inside me. My lower back feels hot.
Something is coming. Something new. I thrust uncontrollably. The wall cracks. I'm roaring, deafening to my own ears. She holds her arm steady, a delicious drag out of my ass as I clench against her while pushing into the wall, every nerve ending along my length dragging and spiking with heat and a tingling build, a wave riding higher, nearly at its crest.
It's coming. It can't not happen. I nearly black out, my vision dancing with spots. A spike of heat finally tips me over the edge, and I hit my release. With a deep roar, I slam against the wall, bucking like a wild beast, erratic and raw.
Everything shakes. My ass clenches her tighter. I love the feel of her fist inside me, pushing in and out. "Fuck! Fuck!" My pounding gets more and more violent, and I fuck faster, before everything inside me pulls taut, up high and tight, legs squeezing together, and then the dam breaks and I come like a waterfall. It's an explosion of semen, spilling out of me, then the hole, inrivulets, too much for the small reservoir I built for my cum to fill.
It pours faster, and I keep thrusting and shuddering until eventually, my panting grows louder than the deep grumble still rattling in my chest, and she pulls her arm out of my ass. It makes me shake when she releases me, and I stumble back, away from the hole. Sticky, wet, white cum webs, like saliva, from my softened cock to the wall, spilling onto the ground in a heavy, wet splash. I grip myself and squeeze. It spurts a little more, and I aim for her stomach, spitting it out onto her lovely pale skin.
Then, I pick her up and toss her onto the bed.
Nothing—nothing—has ever made me come like that. Nothing has ever made me feel that wild, that good, that free.
Life with Eden will never be boring.
My mind races with all the ways to protect her, to provide for her. But more than that—to explore, to create, to ravish.
I'll begin with the ravishing.
Eden
