Page 47 of Marked By Feral Monsters
It hurts. Stings. Burns.
But he takes his time, alternating. Pulling one out, then pushing the other in, then both at the same time. Until I get used to it. Until my knees bend and I shake, ready for more.
But I don't have to ask.
Ulack's third finger slowly, carefully nudges my ass, attempting to join the two in my pussy. An invasion of three orc fingers in my body, more than I ever dreamed possible.
"You're doing so well, Eden. Your pussy is fluttering around me."
And then all three fingers push in. He changes the rhythm again, irregular patterns that make me lose all sense. One finger pushes into my ass while he pulls one out of my pussy. Then both fingers push into my pussy while he pulls out of my ass.
Methodically at first. Then the speed increases, and he leans down and presses that firm tongue to my clit and that invisible cord, strung so deep inside me, that connects everything—it stretches far beyond its capacity. It snaps. And everything explodes.
I'm stuffed so full, and my pussy contracts from so deep within, I didn't even know I had nerve endings there. The sensation in my ass is too much to hold in, and when he flicks my clit with his tongue, it's all over.
In the release is home. That's what heaven is—a brightly lit cave, an orc with giant hands and an even bigger cock, with warm brown eyes and a gentle demeanor. Heaven is the way he focuses, the way he pulls the stars down from the sky to light behind my closed eyes as I come harder than I ever have. A visceral release that invades, bursts, then spills from every pore.
This is it. This is what I've been missing.
Bigger. More. Deeper.
I'm stretched and contracting and coming, I don't know where to focus. There's so much pleasure, I just shake and take it.
He whispers, "Breathe, just breathe, Eden, I've got you," and it fills up this place in my soul, patching up the broken pieces of my heart, filling in the cracks.
I'm soaked and my emotions are stripped away, as raw and fucked as my pussy.
The orgasm slows, and when he pulls out his fingers, one at a time, I spasm again. A gush of liquid trails his hand. I'm exhausted.
I lay there for a second. I think I passed out. My lower half is so numb from overstimulation, I don't think I could move if a riot of humans barged in here with pitchforks.
I hear him moving around. The telltale smell of a lit fire, wood and smoke, permeates the air. I lie there and listen to him prepare food, shuffling things around, while I remain a limp pile of bone and flesh.
I'm useless as Ulack lifts me. He carries me to the back of the cave, deeper, to an area we skipped during the tour of his home. We come upon a small opening where he has to duck, then enters another room, hidden in the back of the cave.
I almost weep when I see the steam rise from the hot springs. Ulack doesn't let go as he carries me into the baths. We sink down, the warm water soothing every aching inch of me. And then I pass out in his arms.
I wake sometime later to gentle ministrations, Ulack scrubbing my body clean. When I'm aware enough to open my eyes, I smile in amusement, watching his giant hands try to clean my much smaller, skinnier arms.
After he cleans me, he washes himself, using a small cloth that looks like it was made from the same material as his clothes.
And then we soak in silence. He occasionally asks a question. About my likes and dislikes. He's preparing turkey and greens for dinner, and wants to know if that's okay. He talks about the surrounding land. How he'd like to introduce me to his friends. He says this shyly, and it makes me hug him tighter.
At some point, Ulack carries me back. He sits in his big chair in front of the small cooking fire, with me in his lap, feeding mesmall strips of turkey. I fall asleep like that, and he must carry me to bed, because hours later, in the middle of the night, I wake in the softest, most comfortable furs I've ever been in, snuggled on top of my giant green monster.
Ulack wakes moments after me. I ask him if this is all real. Because how could anything be this perfect?
"Do not fret, Eden. You and I are real. And we're together. The rest we'll figure out."
And the way he says that, a steadfast promise, calms me enough to fall back asleep.
I don't have any idea what tomorrow will bring. But with Ulack, I know it'll be a perfect, wild, filthy adventure, and I'll never have to hide who I am again.
The Minotaur
Calista
I drop a stack of folders onto Marty's desk. He groans and rolls his eyes.
