He grunts but doesn’t say anything. His silence feels more like danger than permission.
I’m not sure if that is an invitation to continue or if I should stop before he gets angry. But surely this won’t anger himthatmuch, even if he doesn’t like humans. He can pretend I’m some pretty orc girl, if he can’t stand the thought of being touched by a human.
I bravely move my hand closer to his bulge, feeling the firmness twitch against the fur. I can’t squirm against it, but I move my hand along his length, hoping that will at least create some pleasurable friction for him. I sure like it when he touches me.
“Fuck,” he groans, his cock throbbing.
“Does it feel good?” I ask apprehensively.
“Yes, of course,” he grunts. “I usually tend to my needs when I have to, but it’s been longer than usual.”
“Because of me?” I ask, grimacing in the dark, still gently moving my hand along the tented fur.
“You’ve definitely made things more complicated,” he growls.
I hear a few more grunts, growls, and groans as my hand continues to stroke the fur covering his cock. I could tell it was enormous when I was squirming against it. Now I can tell it’s a lot thicker than I realized. Maybe it’s better that he doesn’t like humans. This thing would probably split me in half.
“Should I stop?” I ask gently after stroking him for several minutes.
“No,” he growls, reaching down and grabbing my wrist. He holds it, then pulls the covers away before letting go. “But if you’re going to do it, just fucking do it. Stop teasing me through the blankets.”
He sounds annoyed. Maybe a little frustrated. But he’s given me permission, so I lower my hand until I feel the hot, hard flesh. I’ve only seen male anatomy in books, and those were just artistic renditions. None of them were hard like King Lix’tuk is.
“Oh!” I say, feeling textured ridges on his cockhead.
“Mm,” he groans. “Those are really sensitive for orcs, but we don’t like having them rubbed like that.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, lowering my hand, wrapping my fingers around his girth.
As I move my hand along his length, I realize the ridges on the swollen head aren’t the only thing that makes orc anatomy different. There’s also something smooth on the underside that runs along his entire length and feels similar to a bone or tusk. Not that I’ve ever touched a tusk before, but they look similar to bones.
“Humans don’t have this, do they?” I ask, tracing my finger along the smooth surface.
“No,” he growls. “That’s sensitive too, but not like the head. You can rub that. Tighter. Make a fist. You can’t squeeze me hard enough to hurt.”
“Okay,” I say nervously.
I can’t quite make a fist around his enormous cock, but adjust my grip until he groans each time I slide my hand along his length. I’m not sure if I’m doing it right, but he seems to beenjoying it. He’s groaning and grunting a little louder each time I stroke him. His cock is throbbing. Something sticky is leaking onto my hand. I assume it’s a sign that he’s close, but I’m not sure. I squirmed against him longer than this.
“Use this so there’s less to clean up,” he groans, tossing some sort of fabric over my hand.
I try to position the rag near his cockhead, but it’s hard to keep it in the right place in the dark, and I’m more worried about his pleasure than the mess. I’ve finally found the right pressure. The right rhythm. His hips are moving in unison with my strokes and his breathing is heavier.
Then I feel the smooth hard ridge on the underside of his cock twitch a few times. A second later he lets out a loud grunt and erupts. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but there’s a lot more seed than I anticipated. Catching it all with the rag is impossible. I do my best, but the thick fluid covers my hand, and one spurt misses the rag entirely, splattering all over the front of my gown. I feel the sticky warmth as it seeps into the silk.
“That’s enough,” he growls, pushing my hand away and covering himself with the blanket. “Go to bed.”
“I hope that helped,” I say, his seed still dripping from my hand.
He doesn’t respond, so I wipe my hand the best I can with the rag. I feel around in the dark until I find the pile of dirty clothes and drop the rag on the top.
There’s still orc seed on my gown when I lie down on the furs at the foot of his bed. The smell is a little unusual. It’s a musky sweetness, and as much as I hate to admit it, I really like the scent. I’m also a little curious, so I drag my finger through what hasn’t seeped into my gown.
I sniff it a few times, inhaling the pleasant aroma. I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t resist sticking my finger in my mouth to taste it. I slurp a drop off the tip of my finger, letting it linger on my tongue. It tastes even better than it smells. Earthy and sweet. Tasting him almost makes me tingle between the legs, like my body is reacting to it. I whimper a little, squeezing my thighs together.
“Did you taste me, little human girl?” he growls.
I freeze, finger still partially in my mouth. I quickly remove it, unsure if I should be honest or lie. I don’t want to upset him, but I don’t really want to admit I was tasting his seed. That’s embarrassing. But lying to him doesn’t seem like a good idea either.
