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Jasmine
As I lie on my side, facing the wall, I hear a thud as he takes off his boots, followed by rustling. Everything inside me feels electric and alert. Every tiny sound is amplified in my ears. My breathing is unsteady as the rough straw mattress dips, and I keep very still. Then his hand is on my shoulder, gently skimming down my arm to my wrist before sliding all the way back up. He runs calloused fingertips down the arch of my back until he cups my ass, squeezing roughly there, then he trails his finders past my hips before passing down my thigh and then back up again, all the way to my shoulder. He leans a little closer. I feel his chest press against my back. His hand slides around over my waist and belly and up to cup my breast. He squeezes it in his big hand and nuzzles the side of my throat.
Then, tentatively, he presses his lower body against mine.
I moan, pushing my breast into his hand and my ass against his crotch. His cock is long and thick but not yet hard. His mouth finds the juncture of my shoulder and throat. I feel the faint scrape of his tusks against my skin, but he is always gentle and careful whenever he touches me. He is monstrous, and his big, gnarled hands could kill me in an instant, yet my trust in him is absolute. I feel small and cherished as he cups my breast from behind, squeezing it roughly, then pulling the nipple and twisting to create a little bite.
Arousal gathers. I am always wet for him, always eager for his touch in these moments of intimacy that belong to only us.
His hand slides down over my belly, and he cups me intimately. I open my thighs, giving him better access, and a thick finger presses between my folds, making me gasp as he catches my clit, swollen and tingling. The sweet, achy sensations kick off deep in my pussy. The throbbing, pulsing need for something more. He presses lower, slipping inside me slowly, first with a single finger, and then two. Gods, even one feels so big. It is always a strain to take him there at first. My hips move restlessly as I seek more, and he obliges me by slowly pumping in and out.
My legs spread wider still. I am drenched for him, and it makes filthy, wet, sticky noises. He growls lowly, a rumble that vibrates through his chest where it is pressed against my back, and I feel the faintest press of his cock against my ass.
I wish he were hard.
I wish I knew what to do to please him.
“Oh, please!” I rock my ass against him. All my inner muscles are squeezing and clamping over his finger as I think about his cock. I want him to put me on my hands and knees, or on my back, or to enter me like this while we lie on our sides. He could take me any way he chose to. I would gladly accept him into me. “Please, Doug! Please!”
His fingers move faster, squelching as he fucks me with them. He bites against my throat—gently. A warning to be still and good. He wants me to come for him. He always wants me to come. Doug is never satisfied until I’m limp and weak as a newborn kitten from the pleasure he has bestowed upon me. But tonight, I want more. Tonight I want to touch too.
“Oh please, please, please!” My hips rock furiously. My whole body is tense. Sweat bathes the surface of my skin. I shudder, feeling my breath stutter. And then the glorious contractions begin deep in my pussy, squeezing lovingly over his fingers as his palm grinds against my clit. The climax is glorious and satisfying. It is a starter for so much more.
He pulls his finger from me and lifts it to his lips. I pant, aroused by the sounds of his noisy lapping as he cleans himself up. As I glance back at him, his hand lowers to my hip.
“Please, may I kiss you?”
His eyes search mine. Long moments pass as we stare at one another through the gloom. Then he nods once and, drawing back a little, gives me space to wriggle over in the small bed.
I keep my eyes locked with his as I reach to cup his cheek. Beneath my hand, he trembles faintly. He is naked for me and at my request, and I’m determined that I shall do nothing to make him regret this concession. I kiss his lips, his jawline, and the strong column of his throat. He submits to me, his hand resting lightly upon my hip, squeezing now and then but doing nothing more.
“Is this okay, Doug? When I kiss you like this?”
His nod is curt, and his blue eyes are very dark and intense.
I try not to think about my end game, his cock, but I’m aware of it now at all times. My kisses lower to his collarbone and shoulders, following the path of my fingers as I pet and knead all the glorious thick muscles of his body. I glide over meaty pectorals before returning to his jaw. I caress him lovingly everywhere.
When I lift my head, I find his eyes are closed, his lips parted a little. Palm against his throat, I gently press him onto his back, and he allows me. His eyes open to clash with mine. I feel his throat work.
“You are magnificent, Doug,” I say. I want to swallow my tongue and the fool words that pour out. How is it that only now that I recognize his beauty?
My hand lowers to where his heart beats, feeling him thudding beneath my fingers. I lean down to kiss him there. When I lift my eyes to meet his again, they have darkened further. “You are beautiful in here,” I say. “But you are also beautiful here.” I run my hand over his brawny shoulder.
I am gentling him, I realize, as I sweep my hand down his arm much like he did with me. Although I’m curious, I keep my focus away from his cock, kissing and touching him, venturing as far as the thick ridges of his upper stomach, then lower to his belly.
Tension locks his body up tight, and his breath turns ragged. I kiss all the way back up to his mouth again and, cupping his broad face between my smaller hands, kiss his lips again until he gentles for me.
He is a monster, and an orc, but he is also my Doug and nobler than any prince. I want to please him, to touch him, to touch himthere. My kisses lower again, over those firm abdominal muscles, until I’m presented with… Goodness! I blink as I take in the sight of his great cock. It is long and easily as thick as my arm, even in repose as it rests down against his thigh. Only his cock’s size is of limited consideration next to the knot that I have heard shifters and alphas have.
I swallow thickly, aware that he is unnaturally still, but unable to tear my gaze away.
His knot is nothing like I expected. Not the smooth twin glands that will swell when aroused but, instead, a great mutilated mass of lumps and ridges that double his girth near the base. Is this why he does not grow hard?
Aware of the tension racking his body, I press a kiss against his belly. Gently, I trace my finger over a long white ridge that dissects the knot.Scars. These are not natural marks. He has been cut here… many times.
My eyes flash up to meet his, and my lips tremble as I see the desolation there.
My chest swells with empathy, and tears pool in the back of my eyes. He has been hurt. Someone has done terrible things to his most intimate place.
