Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I fist my shaft to her mouth, gripping the back of her head over her wet hair and drag her forward.
“Open. Wide,” I command, wondering her her lips will open far enough to take more than the first inches and hoping for some reason, I will see her struggle to please me.
Her hands slide up my thighs, eyes curious as I press the tapered tip to her lips and shove.
Orc cocks are not fragile. Balls are tough as well, not like human males. We could use them if battle if necessary.
I pull her face forward, her eyes widening as her jaw gives way and the first brush of her tongue on my dick turns me mad.
I allow her to explore me with her mouth and hands, watching in wonder. She is more beautiful that before if that is possible. Licking and sucking my dick makes her prettier somehow.
A growl catches in my throat as she grips my lower cock, taking my mating cock to the back of her throat, little human tongue tickling at the underside until I’m ready to come undone.
I will not spend in her mouth, I will save that, but my balls are hitched up against my body so tight, I feel I will soon lose control.
My knot swells as she sucks, hard.
“You enjoy your throat full of your mate’s fat cock, don’t you my tiny human toy?”
Her eyes flutter as she nods, I take the sides of her head in my hands, controlling her head, fucking into her mouth deeper and deeper until her face is covered in tears and saliva.
So beautiful. Her effort makes me feel something I did not understand.
Love.
I am feeling love.
“Suck off that orc cock, Dostha. Be a good girl for your orc papa. I will take care of you always, and you will take care of me, when I say. Do you understand?”
There’s a flash of confusion across her face but I relieve her of it with another deep thrust of my cock, past the organs I feel at the back of her throat, making her gag and choke around me.
The tightness of her throat and her suffering only turns my desire into obsession.
“That feels so good, my tiny human. Papa is pleased with you.”
That seems to please her as well. She sucks harder, her hands leaving my lower cock and grabbing onto the pulsing length above. The ribs and texture move under her hands as her lips spread in an obscene and painful looking ‘o’.
“Good girl. Keep going, make me happy with your mouth. Soon, you will make me happy with that little breeding hole of yours. Papa will stuff you full of that thick meat and drown you in orc seed.”
She bobs her head up and down, taking another inch, then another, until I’m on the edge of something I know is wonderful but I want more of the moment before I give in.
“Yes, so close. You are doing such a good job, do not stop, feel that knot? It will soon be inside you. You want that, don’t you?”
She’s too busy to agree but I feel the truth. She is connected to me as I am to her. The speed at which our lust moves is surprising but it feels like fate.
I use her face for my pleasure but restrain myself from injuring her. “Fuck.” My eyes roll back, my first orgasm is close. I know this is possible to feel the pleasure of release and not release. It is better than anything in my life I have felt before. “So good, baby, suck Papa off like I need. Do not stop, you are doing so good.”
Her pace quickens, hands tightening around my knot, rubbing and wrapping around my length, working up and down, up and down until lights flash behind my eyes.
The orgasm rushes up from the center of my soul, exploding in red and white sparks as my muscles spasm and pleasure lights me up as though I’ve lived in the darkness for eternity.
“Take that for Papa, little one. Take it for me like a good girl.” I grit the words through clenched teeth as my body releases pre-cum into her mouth. If this is an orgasm without the release of my seed, I do not know how I will live through our mating. The pleasure is almost too much, almost painful. But I will suffer through it a million times until the last of my days.
The water runs down over us as I release my mate’s head, her mouth wide, gasping, the effort red on her cheeks.
“You did that well.”
She smiles, lowering her head onto the hard muscle of my thigh. “Thank you, Papa.”
The words send arrows into my chest.
Papa. I am not Gathred to my mate. I am more. I am Papa.
“Yes,” she slurs but it is not the truth. “I think I need some food.”