Page 131 of That’s My Orc, Tusk Off

He slid off the bed and undid his pants, pushing them down. I was suddenly aware of how small I was in comparison to this male. I’d need both hands to wrap around his bicep. His palms could span my ribcage.

I wasn’t intimidated.

I’d read about orc anatomy. I’d tried not to think about it too much because thinking about it made me nervous and aroused at the same time.

But seeing it was different.

He was proportional to his size. This meant he was significantly larger than any human I’d been with.

“We’ll go slow,” he said, catching my expression. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t.”

He climbed back onto the bed, settling between my thighs. His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said.

“I will.”

He reached between us, positioning himself, the blunt pressure of him against my entrance making my skin prickle with need.

“Breathe,” he said.

I inhaled.

He pushed forward slowly, watching my face.

The stretch hit me all at once, too much and not enough, and I couldn’t decide if I needed more or needed him to stop or⁠—

His ridges running along his length quivered against me with each inch he pushed forward.

I couldn’t think; only feel.

“Breathe,” he said again, his voice strained. “The ridges are—they’re sensitive for both of us.”

My hands flew to his forearms, gripping tight.

“Alright?” he asked, freezing.

“Yes. It feels good.”

He pushed deeper, bit by bit, giving me time to adjust. When he was fully seated inside me, we both went still.

“You’re so tight,” he growled. His whole body trembled.

I squeezed around him.

He groaned, his head dropping to the headboard. “Don’t. Not yet. I need—” He sucked in a breath. “I need a moment.”

Pulling slowly out, he pushed forward again, seating himself fully again.

Words dissolved. He was too big, I was too small, this wouldn’t—and then it did. My body made space for him because it had been waiting for exactly this.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” I said. “And you’re mine.”

His body shuddered. “Yes.”