Page 110 of That’s My Orc, Tusk Off

“Is that⁠—?”

“Yes.” I did it again, watching her eyes lose focus.

“Oh my god.”

A rumble built in my chest. I kept going, paying attention to her responses like I was doing vital inventory. The flat of my tongue made her breath stutter. The ridges made her grip my hair. Humming made her thighs shake against my shoulders.

But I wanted more.

I pulled back enough to speak against her inner thigh. “I want to use my hand.”

“Yes, please.”

I shifted my grip on her hips, supporting her weight with one arm while my other hand moved between her thighs. She was slick and hot, and when I slid one finger inside her, her whole body jerked.

“Traig—”

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, yes, more…”

I pumped my finger slowly, savoring how tight she was around me, how her body adjusted to accommodate my size. She was small everywhere, and I was not, and the thought of eventually being inside her made my vision go hazy.

One finger became two, thick enough that she had to breathe through the stretch. Her head fell back against the wall, her mouth opening, and I returned my tongue to where she needed it while my fingers moved inside her.

“Oh, oh…” She couldn’t form full sentences anymore. “That’s—the ridges and your fingers—I can’t⁠—”

I found the spot inside her that made her cry out, and stroked it while my tongue worked her clit. The combination of ridged tongue outside and thick fingers inside made her shake so hard I had to tighten my arm around her hips to hold her steady.

She fisted my hair and held on.

When my tusks grazed her clit, she gasped my name.

I did it again. And again. Letting the edges scrape gently against her sensitive skin while my fingers pumped inside her and my tongue slid in steady, relentless circles.

“Traig, I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t.” I pulled back enough to speak against her. “Show me what I do to you. Give me everything.”

I sealed my mouth over her clit, sucking while my fingers stroked inside her, and she came apart.

Her whole body went rigid before she shattered, crying out my name. Her body clenched around my fingers, fluttering, and I kept my mouth on her through all of it, drawing it out until she pushed at my head.

“Stop. Too much.”

I lifted my head, easing my fingers out slowly, kissing her inner thighs while she came back down.

I caught her, pulling her into my lap as we both slid down the wall. She landed against my chest with a breathless laugh that turned into a shaky exhale. She clutched my shoulders, pressing her forehead into my chest.

My hands were shaking. She took them in hers, threading our fingers together.

“You have a ridged tongue,” she said.

“Yes.”

“I’d read about it. Not that there’s much about intimacy with orcs on the web, but wow.” She laughed, breathless. “I don’t have words. My brain has stopped working.”

I settled my chin on the top of her head, breathing her in. “Good.”