Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“You are perfect, my Emmie.”
Her curves call to me. The softness of her is unlike any orc female. I brace myself over her, remembering even in my lust haze she is as small as an orc child, and I try to soothe myself with another kiss, harder this time, both of my tongues sweeping through her lips as her hands cling to my upper arms, my tusks clicking against her teeth.
We were meant to be, I feel this down into the marrow of my bones as she arches and lets out the most beautiful, pleasured sounds, pulling me closer as if the space between us offends her.
She is greedy and her need and desire fuels my own. We are married, we will mate but I must make sure her small body is ready.
I break away, breathless as I work my thick fingers on the front of her blouse, the buttons too small and my frustration grows along with both of my cocks. Her scent is overwhelming, making me drunk and feral.
I tear off her long white shirt, even that little fabric offensive between us. Her heavy, round breasts barely contained in the white bra still damp from our swimming. The white panties are damp as well, but I imagine that is also from her arousal as well as from her red cycle which I’d never considered before when it came to mating, but there is nothing about my wife that will ever make me less desirous of her. The opposite in fact, I want to share in every part of her, every day, forever.
“Now you,” she says, nodding to my kilt. “We’re mated and married, I want it all, no secrets.”
“Yes, no secrets.” I work the leather strings on my belt, loosening it and letting it fall in a heap onto the ground, then unbuckle my chest pieces, pausing for a moment. “You should know, orcs wear these always. They only come off in bathing or sleeping. Or, when we are with our mate.”
“I think I qualify then.” Her eyes are pinned to my upright cock, the second pleasure member thickening underneath as my balls drop, instinct knowing our mate is here and ready to breed.
“That thing is almost as big as me. How is this ever going to work?” she whispers, her little fists clenching at her sides as she draws her knees together.
“We will go slow. I will know your body as my mate and never take you too far. Farther than you may wish to go, but never farther than I know is safe for you.”
I unwrap the metal and leather from the rest of my chest and pile it with a thump on top of my kilt, my full body exposed for my wife as is hers is for me. My tusks bite into my upper lip as I rumble a growl. My mate lays before me as if on an altar built just for me. Her nipples are deep pink, pebbled as her hips spread out below her waist, thighs generous, and I think of all the ways I will bend and use her to my need.
“Spread your knees. Do not hide from me. I am your mate, I will know everything.”
“But, you know, I’m on my period, so it’s not really—” Hesitation and shame darken her words.
“Hide. Nothing. From. Me.” I growl. “I want it all. Orcs do not feel shame about such things, this is a human trait, one which I will take from you right now.”
I drop to my knees, instinct telling me to rut into her like the monster that I am, but I can see in her eyes and in the way her tiny, ripe body quivers, this is not the time. There is no glow in my cock as well, so as much as I want to sink into her tight opening, I resolve to wait for the mating when she is fertile as is custom with orc mates.
I may lose the little grasp of sanity I have left, but I will do this right if it kills me.
I think back to the whispered conversation with Mol before I left the camp. In few words, he imparted to me a wisdom for which I do not think I can repay him.
He told me about oral.
And now I understand why he and his mate disappear for hours into their hut day and night.
“Spread for me. Do not make me say it again.” I lower onto my belly, as she slowly lets her knees drop but it’s not fast enough for me.
I reach for her hands, tug them down and place them under the crook of her knees.
“Hold them there, wide,” I order, her eyes round as I move into position, her scent assaulting my senses, bringing tears to my eyes with its perfection. “Wider,” I grunt, pushing her inner thighs with the side of my head until she is splayed completely for me.