“Squeeze harder please, princess.”
Who was I to say no to that?
My fingers gripped him harder, barely wrapping around him with how thick he was. The briefs were getting in the way, but I didn’t want to pause to remove them. When I was squeezing the life out of his cock, I let up. “Better?”
“Yes, but you can go harder. Be rougher.”
Any harder and squeezing would have to be uncomfortable for him. Did he chase the discomfort like Waylon did? Revel in it?
My grip tightened, and I moved my hand up and down as best I could, rubbing fabric against his length. Without lube, the slide would be full of friction. A wet spot grew, expanding until I let him go. I slid off his thigh to settle between them, my face level with his crotch when I rose up onto my knees. His breath hitched, and I grabbed the waistband, jerking them down until his cock bounced free.
Adjusting the cloth so it was hitched beneath his balls and not at risk of covering his cock again, I swallowed to combat my dry throat. That was… alotof cock. More than I knew what to do with. I’d hoped I could fit it in my mouth, but how far would my mouth skills be able to take me in this situation? A hand and mouth combo would work best.
I leaned forward and licked a line up the underside of his cock. He smelled musky and tempting, combined with a tropical soap clinging to his skin. When my tongue hit the tip of his cock, I moaned at the explosion of flavour on my tongue. Was precum supposed to taste like this? A perfect mixture of salty and sweet, just strong enough to make me want the real thing? No one else’s cock had ever tasted like this.
“Fuck,” Kirin hissed.
His hands were bunched in the sheets, holding on with a death grip.
I let myself smirk, running my fingers up his inner thighs to cup his balls. With the fabric tucked beneath them, they were slightly lifted and in perfect view. Rolling each one gently between my fingers, I licked up his cock again. My favourite part so far was watching his body tense and release, every muscle aching to move or thrust or take what he wanted. But he hadn’t given in. Was it crazy to call a giant orc a ‘good boy’? Probably.
Shifting so I could rub my thighs together, I tried to help my aching pussy. The rubbing only made me more keyed up. Oh well. I doubted he would have problems returning the favour, whether it was with his thick fingers or his plump lips. Though, the fangs might be a problem.
“Are you going to tease me forever?” he asked, desperation working its way into his movements.
“What if I want to? Would you decide you don’t want to do this, after all?”
He groaned. “No, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Good boy.”
I hadn’t meant to say it, but the words slipped out. The sound Kirin made was a cross between a moan and a sob, his cock pulsing and bouncing. My cheeks had gone pink at the slip, but his were coloured darker. He was embarrassed to like the endearment. There was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Removing my hands from his balls, I ran them up his chest until I grabbed his face. From the ground, I barely reached, even raised up on my knees. I pulled him closer to me until our lips were mere centimetres apart. “Do you like being told you’re a good boy?”
He grumbled. I waited until he gave me a straight answer. “Yeah.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. No need to be embarrassed.”
“I’m not, obviously.”
I slid one hand back to tug on the hoop in his ear. He groaned and his hands came up to my shoulders, hovering before they touched the fabric of my shirt. “You look pretty embarrassed. You also look like you like this. A lot. Touch me, if you want.”
His hands landed on me, and my entire body shivered. The temptation was there to go further today. To have his body covering mine on the bed, cock driving into me. Though, I think he would prefer to have me ride him and I’d be more comfortable having that control at first as well. But, no. I’d stick with sucking him off and having him make me come. I didn’t want to risk being broken by giant orc cock.
“I do like this.”
“Good boy, for admitting it.”
Pressing forward the final few centimetres, I pressed our lips together. The kiss felt odd, my lips pressing against his fangs, and he was passive when he returned it, almost frozen solid. Then, the tip of his fang punctured my lip, a tiny pinprick of pain and blood, and I gasped. Kirin started to pull back, apology on his lips, but I tightened my grip on his jaw and pulled him back to me. My tongue slipped past his lips and met his, all heat and coffee andoh Ixaris, probably morning breath,but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed me back with vigour until I pulled away, panting.
I pushed him back up to brace himself on the bed, one hand cupping his balls while the other gripped his length tightly. Experimentally, I pulled on his sac and he whimpered, squirming. When I pulled harder, fingers squeezing, he shrank back, but didn’t tell me to stop. How interesting. I didn’t torture him for long, going back to gentle strokes of his skin while I used my other hand to angle his cock up at me.
My lips covered the tip, and I pressed my tongue against his slit, lapping up the precum there and leaving a tiny smear of blood from my punctured lip. Stroking him a few times, I leaned down and did the same thing again a few times more. “Please…” Kirin said, voice wispy.
“Please what? I don’t know what you want from me.”
Lies, of course. But would he beg?
