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Orc cock.
Impossible, I tell myself, but it does nothing to draw back the need between my legs.
He chuckles, and I look up, wide-eyed.
"What do you want from me?" I whisper. Later, if I live to tell the tale, I'll recall how brave and not breathless I sounded. I'll lie to myself and pretend that the very sight of this kneeling orc with what I imagine is a monstrous cock hiding beneath a slip of fabric wasn't consuming my every thought.
The orc smirks again, then reaches a hand out. Each finger could rival Ergo's dick. No, they're bigger. Huge. Each one long and thick. I stare in awe, the silence stretching between us.
He pulls his hand back to his side when I don't take it. "You came looking for me. I thought I'd offer you a hand."
His words are gruff, muffled by the interference of his tusks. He's ugly. Face misshapen by human standards—flat, broad. His ears are too high, each pierced with what looks like bone. I don't want to think what kind of bone is in his ears.
But his eyes sparkle with mischief. He offers his hand again, and smiles, and I know Ishouldbe terrified. He could swallow me whole. In a few bites, at least.
But then I glance back down.
Stop it, Eden!
But the thing is, he's still kneeling when he could stand, tall as a tree beside me. Why? An attempt to seem harmless? He could crush me in an instant.
But he hasn't.
"Are you going to hurt me?" I ask.
"Why would I hurt you? You smell so sweet." He says it so kindly, so earnestly, that it takes me a moment to process that this orc isn't immediately pillaging and stomping like I've always been told they behave.
A blush crawls up my neck. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, but the orc ruins it when he adds, "I bet you taste just as sweet."
"You can't eat me!" I shout, scrambling a few steps back.
He stands abruptly, the earth shaking beneath his feet, and I nearly fall over, but then he grunts, "Stop moving, human! You'll fall off the cliff!"
I suck in a surprised breath and turn, realizing I'm mere feet from the edge.
The orc reaches a hand out, and instinctively, I take the offer, wrapping my entire hand around one of his fingers, the size making me shudder.
He takes a few steps back, guiding me to the tree I was leaning against, and says, "You don't want me to eat your pretty cunt?"
"Wh-what?" I stutter.
I don't even care if he means literally. I gush between my legs, and the orc chuckles. "You like this idea, I can tell. Come, let me taste your sweet human cunt. You smell so good on the breeze."
"I'm, umm... I'm not sure that's such a good idea..." Even with the weak protest—one neither of us believes—I follow his lead back to the tree.
"You can't lie to me, human."
"Eden."
"Eedennn." He pronounces my name slowly. "I am Ulack. I watched you yesterday. I smelled your slick cunt in the air; your musk was so thick, I could taste it."
And I've officially lost my mind, because, while I have the good sense to feel embarrassed, his words, his direct assessment, only turn me on more, pull me in closer.
"Umm, look, I don't know what you think you saw or…"
"You looked so sad yesterday, tromping through the woods. But then you saw my tracks, and your pretty face lit up. I wanted to take you then, but you ran away. And now you're back… you followed my tracks, and I find you pleasuring yourself against the tree."
I mean, they aren't lies. Ulack watches me for a moment, taking in my expression. I feel lost, but alsoseen. How is it possible this orc saw me so well when my closest friend doesn't know me at all? She has no idea what wicked thoughts run through my mind.
