Page 47 of The Orc Outcast's Miracle

“Govek!” she screamed as rapture forced her into another orgasm. He skewered his tongue into her, thick and probing, lapping up every drop. Her vision went white. “Fuck, Govek, yes.”

His mouth tightened, the bite turned sharp, and it only made her tremble harder. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t escape. She didn’t want the ecstasy to end.

“Again.”

She felt the word more than heard it. It rolled through her stomach and exploded in her mind. She dug her heals into his back, tried to move away. “I can’t.”

“You will,” he snarled and she lost herself. Rippling, bucking, unsure if she wanted to escape or beg for more. She panted, her eyes rolled back, her head shook.

“Yield!” he roared. His massive tongue drove inside her. Deeper. He pressed up. Skewered right into her G-spot and raked it without mercy.

“Oh fuck!”

Her body relented, arching away from the boulder and forcing his tongue deeper into her pussy. She was hurtled, pulled into the depths, surrounded by him completely, absorbed. Her mind seized.

His mouth left her, popped off, leaving her raw and aching. The icy chill made her spasm. Her hands grappled to find him.

He yanked her down off the rock. Onto him. Splayed her hips over his.

His massive cock skewered her with one smooth, effortless thrust that had all air pushed from her lungs.

She threw her head back in all-consuming bliss as he yanked her to sit flush against his pelvis. All the way inside her. She felt every twitch and shudder of his cock as his hips trembled.

Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. Yanked her down.

His breath was hot on her shoulder.

His fangs sunk into her flesh.

The bite speared her, forced her eyes wide. Pain melded with pleasure into pure sensation so stark and perfect she was mindless. She pushed into his mouth and he snarled. She couldn’t escape. She didn’t want to. Thrill poured like magma through her veins. The climax felt endless. Everything was raw and tight. She thrust her hips, desperate and wanting more, more, MORE.

Her pussy rippled around his plunging cock. His mouth and sharp teeth a perfect contrast to her overwhelming pleasure. The sting was absolutely mind bending.

She couldn’t scream anymore. She dragged air over her tongue. Tasted the forest. Tasted him—pine and salt.

He roared around her shoulder. His grip on her flesh firming as his teeth sunk deeper. He held her captive. His hands gripped her tight, filled her up. Filling places inside her that had been left void for so long. Empty spots that had been yearning for someone to flood them. Someone to end the bitter loneliness. Someone who would never abandon her. Who would keep her and cherish her and never let her go.

Govek filled all those voids. Every last one.

Liquid heat bloomed in her guts as he came. His whole body vibrated, his cock spasmed inside her, and she was pushed over again. Hurtled into more gut clenching, mind numbing ecstasy.

He released her shoulder. The wound pulsed with the same fervor as her pussy. It matched her heartbeat. His cock twitched inside her, and he moaned low, lapping at the stinging punctures with his soft tongue.

Finally, her mind relented. She went limp, and he flopped onto his back against the chilly forest floor. He pulled her to his chest. Her muscles loosened and twitched. Her pussy clamped around his cock, which was still buried deep inside her.

His heat surrounded her, his thick arms enveloped her body to adjust her cloak and protect her from the chill.

Even through this, he took care of her. Her heart thundered a sweet, intoxicating rhythm that matched Govek’s own. She could feel their bodies beating in tandem.

He relaxed against the ground. He adjusted her so he could kiss the wound on her shoulder again. The action made half of his cock slide out of her. She trembled at the loss, tightening her thighs to keep him inside. His breath hitched with pleasure. His breath heated the bite wound until the stinging turned to tingles.

He lapped at her again, full flat tongue soothing against the cuts. She wriggled against him and nuzzled her cheek into his hair. “Govek, that feels so good.”

He hummed in response. The rumble danced more pleasure into her bones.

She could see the bite from the corner of her eye. His tender attention had stopped the bleeding, and she wondered if his magic might be at play. A wide oval of punctures framed all the way around her shoulder. Deep enough they would certainly scar, but not so deep they were dangerous.

He moved her again so her head could rest on his shoulder, right next to his face. His hand covered the entire back of her head. The other tucked under her cloak and skirt to rest over her butt, kneading it softly.

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