“Come on,” Taegan panted, breaking their kiss. Zorvut nodded, wordlessly leaning back. Gingerly, slowly, he pushed himself further into Taegan. He could feel his cock stretching him open further, deeper than he had ever been touched before—he groaned in half-pleasure, half-pain, his head falling back and his hands clutching desperately at the blanket underneath him.
Zorvut kept pushing in, and in, and just when Taegan was sure he was going to break apart and nearly cried out for him to stop, he felt Zorvut’s hard abs against his thighs as the orc let out a sigh of pleasure. He had done it.
“Fuck,” he panted, his eyes fluttering open. “Oh,fuck.” Looking down, he couldseehis belly bulging with Zorvut’s cock. He gingerly ran his fingers along his stomach, pressing into the foreign firmness underneath. “Look, look—gods, you’re sobig.” Zorvut nodded silently, his eyes trained on the bulge he had created, desire burning fiery hot from the bond.
The sensation was unlike anything Taegan had ever felt before. The fullness of it was the only feeling he could focus on; every cell in his body was alight with the fear that he was about to be torn in two yet simultaneously begging for more.
Then Zorvut began to fuck him, and he screamed out, his cock spurting weakly as the orgasm shattered through his overstimulated nerves.
“Yes,” he wailed as Zorvut fucked him through it. “Gods, yes, please don’t stop—ah—fuck—ah—ah!” His cries devolved into wordless sounds as he buried his face in Zorvut’s shoulder—faintly he could feel the orc kissing him, his neck and face and shoulders, murmuring something he couldn’t understand. His sole focus had become the unbearable fullness thrusting impossibly deep inside him, drowning out every other sensation.
“Mine,” he could just make out Zorvut’s growl as the rhythmic thrusting stuttered and stopped. “You’re mine. You’re mine.”
Taegan could feel the hot liquid pouring through the deepest parts of his insides, filling him impossibly tighter, as Zorvut came inside him. The sheer pleasure cycling between them through their bond was enough to make his own cock twitch despite being utterly spent.
Finally, as the waves of bliss seemed to eventually recede, Zorvut took in a deep, steadying breath and began to pull away.
“Oh, gods,” Taegan moaned; it felt as if his cock went on for miles as it slipped out of him, glistening and dripping with his slick. “Ah—fuck!” The burning stretch ended abruptly as Zorvut fully left him, but he could feel his hole gaping desperately at the sudden emptiness, and he watched as a thick, steady stream of come gushed out of him. Zorvut stared in aroused fascination as the viscous fluid poured out of him—the intensity of his gaze as Taegan was splayed out in such a vulnerable position made his cock twitch in interest, though he was sure he could not come again even if he tried.
“You’re incredible,” Zorvut finally murmured as they caught their breath, and Taegan laughed. “No, really. I didn’t think.... I didn’t think that was possible.”
“Well, if you had any doubt of it before, I think you’ve well and truly ruined me now,” Taegan replied, propping himself up on his elbows. He had no idea how to even begin cleaning himself off. “Iamyours.”
A small smile played at Zorvut’s lips and he leaned in to gently kiss Taegan again. “My husband,” he murmured. “My husband.”
Chapter Nine
Theysetbackoutthe following morning, their prize in tow. Zorvut trotted alongside Taegan this time, although Graksh’t had such a longer stride than Moonlight that he occasionally had to pause for the smaller horse to catch up. But their pace was leisurely, and their conversation was not nearly as uncomfortable or as strained as the meager words they had shared during yesterday’s trip. Mostly, Taegan asked him all kinds of questions about himself—he wanted to know everything he could about Zorvut. Since the orc had come to live in the elven capital, he felt that Zorvut knew more about him than he knew about Zorvut, but he intended to soon close the gap between them.
Zorvut had always preferred other men. His favorite sibling was one of his younger sisters, Gorza. He was more like his mother than his father. His first kill had been a rabbit when he was seven. He was fourteen when he had been in his first real skirmish on the battlefield. Though he favored his greatsword, he could handle just about any weapon, but he didn’t like polearms or javelins. He spoke four languages; orcish, elvish, and two human dialects. Books were scarce in a clan of nomads, but he always read any tome that made its way into his hands.
“What’s your favorite color?” Taegan asked when he had finally worked through all the questions he had brainstormed about Zorvut’s childhood and history. The orc chuckled, shaking his head.
“Favorite color?” he repeated. “I don’t know. Red? What’s yours?”
“Purple,” Taegan answered after a moment of consideration, but before he could think of another question, Zorvut said quickly,
“I want to ask you something first.”
“Go on, then,” Taegan replied, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
“Well,” Zorvut said slowly, suddenly seeming to reconsider. “I guess I don’t understand exactly how, ah, reproduction works for you. There are rumors and stereotypes about elves, but I wouldn’t trust any of that to be the truth.”
At that, Taegan laughed. “You’ve been thinking of reproduction more often, I suppose,” he teased, but the flustered expression on Zorvut’s face remained serious. “It is a little different, but not that much. It was said that in ancient times, elves were all one sex, but have evolved over time to have two, like other humanoid races. I’m not sure how true that is either, but it is definitely true that elves can have biological children with any combination of the sexes.”
“So, right now, you could...” Zorvut said, trailing off uncertainly. He trained his eyes on Taegan’s belly, and he shook his head quickly with a start of realization.
“No, no,” he stammered, glancing away. He was not sure why he felt suddenly embarrassed. “There is some difference. For males, it’s more like a heat—it only occurs once or twice a year, rather than monthly, but it, ah, lasts a bit longer, as well.”
“I see,” Zorvut said, though there was still discernible confusion stemming from his end of the bond. “And would two males always have male children?”
“No, it could still be either,” he said, then paused. “Although I’m less sure about two different races. I know with two elves, we’re similar enough genetically that any combination could produce either sex. I don’t know if that would remain the same for us. Or, of course, any other half-elf.”
“Of course,” Zorvut said, nodding, then glanced away. “Could I ask, was it the king who...?”
“No, my other father,” Taegan said, shaking his head with a slight smile. “Father always said I looked more like Papa since he was the one who carried me.”
Zorvut nodded wordlessly, still mulling over the information. His expression was hard to read, but from the bond, it felt like he was deep in thought.
