Page 33 of Marked By Feral Monsters
She doesn't know that, when faced with a giant orc with huge hands and a kind face, the thought of running away never once crosses my mind.
"What you saw… I guess I'm curious about you. About orcs."
"Perhaps you'll satisfy a curiosity for the both of us."
"And what's that?" I ask, a little ashamed of the flirtatious tone in my voice. The orc leans down, wraps a massive hand around my backside, and tugs me closer. I whimper, squeezing my legs together.
I was so worked up and unfulfilled when he arrived by the waterfall. Now I'm sticky, slick with new and old wants.
He continues, "Of all the ways we could fit."
The words hang in the air, heavy and thick. Tension builds, so strong I can taste it, higher and higher. I don't know if he was waiting for consent, but he takes the slight whimper escaping my lips as an answer.
"Shift off," he demands, poking at my dress with his giant finger. In a move I hope I won't regret, my shaking hands grip the bottom of my dress, and then I lift it over my head and toss it aside.
Ulack watches with a curious look on his face, then nods once, satisfied.
Naked in front of the orc, I let out a shriek when he lifts me up, one hand holding both of my ass cheeks, and he presses my back against the tree.
With no warning, his head, which barely fits between my legs, even with my knees spread wide as they can go, nudges in,and his tongue darts out, spearing my pussy. It's so sudden, I cry out in alarm.
"Mmm, I knew you would taste as good as you smell," he mutters, voice husky.
I can't help but moan when the firm, rough texture of his tongue shoves deep inside me, pulls out, then laps at my clit. My back rakes against the bark of the tree, but I don't care, I rock my hips, chasing the feel of his tongue, letting the tree scratch me up. He licks like a starving man, his giant tusks scraping against my thighs. The fear and danger, how easily he could hurt me, heightens everything.
"Ulack!" I scream when he starts fucking me with his tongue. I try to move my hips, but his hands tighten around my ass, holding me in place, and I'm immobile, forced to just feel.
My bare back scrapes against the tree, but I barely notice anymore. The orgasm, so elusive earlier, builds deep, pulsing into my clit. Blissful, zinging pleasure ricochets through me, a scream tearing out of my throat. I reach out and clasp my hands around his massive head, gripping his ears like handles. And then he pulls his tongue out and flicks my clit so fast I can't hold back any longer.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming!"
The orgasm hits me fast, and I barely register that he's shifting my body into one of his hands until, without warning, he spears his massive finger into my pussy. It feels like the largest cock I've ever taken, and he pulls it in and out, while I come all over him.
"That's it, little human. Thaat's it. You come so well. Look how small you are," he muses, as if he wasn't destroying me for other sex. "My finger fits so snug inside you."
I barely register the playful tone. Clamping down around his finger, thick and long, wider and longer than any human, hecurls it inside me, then fucks me fast. It's so good. So big, I'm burning with pain and pleasure.
Tongue back on my clit, the orgasm that never really stopped, rockets higher. His finger drags, in and out, faster and faster, and just when I start to shake in his hold, ready to burst again, he pulls out.
"No! No, oh god, no, please don't stop!" I cry, knowing I'd do almost anything to get him back inside me.
I'm sobbing, a naked, sweaty mess. My pussy is literally dripping, slick running down my thighs. Then he brings me down to the ground, and I actually start crying. I was so close to coming again.
I'm not above begging, and when I start to, he chuckles in that same gruff, dulcet tone, before picking me up again and setting me on a boulder a few feet away.
I don't know what he has planned, but the second he kneels down, my knees open so fast, legs spread wide, nice and ready for him, he chuckles again.
I don't care. I don't care what I look like or how I sound. How desperate I must seem.
Iamfucking desperate.
"Ulack," I plead.
"Don't worry, little Eden. I'm not done with your pretty human cunt. I quite like the taste. Think I might not let you go after this."
If he thinks those words scare me, he's never been this horny. This shameless, in this much need.
"Please." My voice is small.
