It fit, but only barely. Filling up the whole of her mouth so tightly that she could scarcely suck or move, and though the fiery taste was still there, it was blunted now, pooling toward the back of her throat. And swallowing felt impossible, suddenly, beyond the mass of pulsing flesh swelling inside her mouth, and oh hell, how was she supposed todothis —
She drew off slightly, gulping for breath, granting herself the briefest true taste of fiery sweetness — and then sank deep again, plunging him into her throat. Fighting to ignore the rising tightness in her jaw, the wild heave of her pinched-off breaths, the saliva already pooling shamefully from her stretched-open lips…
But she was doing this, pleasing him, honouring him. And it was fine, she’d chosen this, she’d accepted this, she wouldnot care. Even if her husband had always wanted an empty shell too, or even if this was beginning to feel just likethathad, because this had been one of the few things he’d deigned to give her before he’d stopped coming to her bedroom altogether. Use her throat hard and brief and painful, finish the job and leave again —
Maria’s breaths were choking louder, but she kept going, jamming Simon’s hardness deep with every endless thrust. Her jaw aching, her head pounding, her knees radiating with pain from the cold stone beneath them. Her eyes prickling, her face smarting and hot, it couldn’t last forever, he had to finish at some point, please godsplease—
“Maria,” came his voice, the word a single sharp flare through her whirling thoughts. “Stop.”
Stop. Oh gods, he didn’t like it, it wasn’t good enough — so Maria’s frenzied mouth sucked him deeper, gouging him into her gagging throat. Until Simon actuallygrowled, deep and hoarse and surely not pleasure, his hand clutching against her hair.
“Stop,” he repeated, deeper, an order. “Obey me, woman.”
Obey. Right,that, and oh gods she was failing, she was losing it, what if he sent her away, he couldn’t, not now, hecouldn’t—
Maria had somehow jolted to utter stillness, her mouth still half-full of him, her eyes blinking up at his watching face — and seeing, with a flash of furious misery, that look in his eyes. Distaste.Disapproval. She’d honoured him, she was sitting here kneeling naked before an orc, with his —appendage— still fully clogging her mouth, and he stilldisapproved—
Something hot slipped down Maria’s cheek, not for the first time in this — and that was another flash of misery, plummeting fierce and deep. She wasweeping, oh gods, she was sucking him off andweeping, and no wonder he disapproved, she wasruining everything—
He drew himself out, slow, deliberate, devastating. Drowning out any remaining hope Maria might have had of salvaging this, and as the last of him slipped out from her still-sucking mouth, she felt a sob bubble in its wake, escaping between her swollen, stretched lips. How could he take this away too, what happened now, what else would come in this endless hell —
She couldn’t seem to stop the weeping, the hysteria finally breaking free for the second time in one damned day, escaping this time in choked, gasping sobs. And Simon just stood there watching, still judging, why couldn’t she stop, this was her revenge, herfreedom—
His voice said something, rumbling past Maria’s ears, but she couldn’t hear it through the gasping, breaking sobs. Could scarcely even feel it as two strong hands grasped her waist, lifting her up, carrying her bodily across the room.
Her arse sank onto something soft — the furs of his bed — and when she somehow blinked up from where she was sitting, Simon was still standing there, so close, looking back down toward her. With something in his eyes Maria couldn’t at all read, and what would he do now, would he finally say it, was this the end —
His hand reached out, slow and intent, his claws carding through Maria’s haphazard curls, and she instinctively shivered at the touch, her wet eyes snapped wide. Because he was using the leverage to tilt her head up, while his other hand slipped down, warm, quiet, to stroke against her lips.
“I no wish you to choke,” he said, the words carrying no meaning in the mess of Maria’s brain. “You only taste.Suckle.”
Maria kept blinking, not thinking, as that hand drew her mouth open — and then his huge body eased forward, slow. And that beast was here again, still here, soclose— and it was brushing its velvet-soft tip to her lips, gently, smearing sweet liquid fire against them.
He pulled it back again, out of her reach, holding her head still — and Maria’s only recourse in the chaos was to lick her swollen lips, taste that hot sweetness sparking on her tongue. And Simon nodded, once,approving, and leaned in again, smearing more this time, lingering…
This time her lips met it, tasted it, and that was surely a grunt of approval from above, a caress of claws against her scalp. And then again, and again, soft gentle kisses from an orc’s smooth oozing prick, shuddering and swelling against her parted lips…
And the taste of him, ohhell. Swarming, spluttering, unspooling on her tongue. Such sweet, hot heat, rich and rugged, the full embodiment of his still-unfurling scent. Tempting her, enticing her, to open further, to kiss it deeper, to welcome it inside…
There was another low grunt from above — helikedit? — and he drew slightly away again, holding her head still. Giving her just the tip of him again, just that kissing slick slit — and then back to more, seeking into her mouth, pooling its heavy sweetness fuller onto her tongue.
Gods, it was good, and Maria’s body had somehow seemed to reorient itself around this, easing away from the misery, the panic, the shame. Instead sinking into the strange, surreal truth of a deadly, menacing orc, standing vicious and powerful before her, and feeding his huge, demanding heft so gently between her eager lips.
And when he sank a little deeper, it felt easier this time. Easier to breathe, to swallow, toaccept. And better, too, with him shuddering and swelling like that, smooth skin and raised veins dragging so slowly against her lips, the walls of her mouth, just brushing the back of her throat…
He drew out again before she could choke, but the effort to breathe set her teeth reflexively clamping against him, ohshit— but a frantic, furtive look up at his eyes sent the fear scattering away again. Because that was still approval, surely, and maybe even —amusement.
“I no fear your flat little teeth, woman,” he purred, smooth, easy. “Bite me as you wish.”
Maria’s throat groaned around him, her eyes wildly fluttering, and she felt her teeth clamp again, as if actuallytestingthat audacious claim. But there wasn’t even a flinch from the heft in her mouth, not a whisper of pain or disapproval in those warm watching eyes.
“Ach, thus,” he murmured. “Now suckle me deeper.”
It should have been appalling, the way Maria groaned again at that order — but there didn’t seem to be space for it. Only the need to ease him further inside, learning this, kissing, tasting, suckling. Revelling in the rising steady growl from his mouth, low and husky and smooth, he liked this, hewantedthis —
And yes, yes, hehadto, his hand now dropping to find hers, guiding it up to where his exposed bollocks were still bulging out over his trousers. And Maria obeyed the silent order all too eagerly, stroking tentatively at first, curling her fingers around those soft, heavy weights. And then gripping harder at the audible catch in his groan, the immediate, fundamental shudder of his heft filling her mouth…
Maria’s other hand had still been at her side, but now it somehow snapped up too, circling tentative around the massive base of him. Earning an even deeper hiss from his throat, those claws brushing against her scalp, approving, liking it,wantingit…
