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Rough hands spread my legs as his mouth attacks without finesse.
I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream as his tongues get to work doing their black magic on my already weeping and needy girl bits.
He’s urgent and desperate, I can feel it, and something clicks inside of me. I want him deep into my womb. I want to feel his body bind us together, that knot swollen as hot, orc semen fills me and mates us for life.
It feels so good. Having to keep quiet only turns me on more. Gathred’s lower tongue dives to my back door, which is new, while his other tongue flicks and works my clit until I’m twisting and bucking against his face.
He doesn’t stop, he moves from my clit to my opening, his lower tongue now plunging into my asshole while his upper tongue opens me wide.
His low growling tells me he’s enjoying it all as another orgasm rips through me. I squeeze my eyes shut, flinging my head side to side and screaming into my hands.
As I spin through my pleasure, Gathred lifts me and lowers himself to the ground, splaying me over his center while I pant and look down at his crooked nose, the tusks that I’ve grown to love as he drags them on my flesh.
What feels like needles prickle over my skin as his mating cock glows bright, laying upward under my spread slick lips while his pleasure cock is already tickling at my asshole.
“You like Papa playing with you back here, don’t you? You are a naughty girl, wanting your asshole played with.”
I rub myself along his length, the idea of him fitting inside me daunting but the intoxicating need for the mating is dulling my logic.
“I want you, Papa.”
“I know you do, little one. I want you too.” He rumbles, voice low as he digs his fingers into my ass cheeks, holding me up, his cock taking on its own life as the thickly tapered, slick head shoves itself at my center. “We are fated.”
I nod, that I know now as the first pressure of his cock spreads my opening.
I draw a ragged breath, the pressure already too much. “It’s too big, Papa. I can’t.”
“You can. You will. I need it. The god would not be so evil as to not let your body take what is its destiny.”
“I’m not so sure,” I mumble, but my lust is beating back my logic with each passing second.
“Relax, my love.” His whisper softens me as he lowers me onto the tip, making me gasp. “Shhh, be quiet, little one. This is our secret.”
I see the strain in his eyes. The way the tendons stand out on his neck telling me he is using all his will to hold back and not fuck me in half.
The wiggly, determined lower cock is distracting me from behind, making my pussy gush as it tickles and presses just inside my ass.
“God, that feels good.” I hiss as Gathred raises and lowers me in small movements onto his thick head. It is the smallest part of his dick and it’s still a strain to get it just inside me.
The pleasure battles with the darts of pain as his brow furrows. I don’t know how much longer he will be able to stay so controlled.
“Little one,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “Please, you will let me in. You will have your pleasure, always. That is a promise. But I must breed my mate. I must—”
He thrusts upward, taking a hand and clamping it over my mouth to muffle my scream as the first inch tears through my barrier.
Red haze clouds my vision as I flatten my palms on his broad chest, digging my fingernails into the letters of his tattoo.
I nod and weep as I raise and lower my hips, taking him one thick inch at a time, so full my head starts to spin.
“Papa likes to see you trying so hard, Dostha. It makes me proud.”
His affirmation only makes me try harder, my need to please this green-skinned monster that has become my whole world confusing but undeniable.
He grips a breast in one hand, his other on my ass, holding my weight as we work in concert, his lower cock helping things along by fucking my ass in little jabs.
My lips free, I lower my head, hair draping around my face as I whisper, “Fuck me, Papa. Make me yours.”
“You are mine,” he growls, pumping upward and urging my body down as I bite into my lips, drawing blood, holding back the painful screams I would release if it would not give us away.
“Tell Papa you love him. Tell me how good I make you feel.”
The words trickle in through the darts of pain but his wish is my command and I hiss out between his thrusts, “I love you Papa. I want to make you feel as good as you make me.”
