Page 29 of How To Woo A Warrior Orc

“You can take it, kal’aki ne.” His voice is so deep now that I hardly recognize it. “I will always get you ready for it, always make sure you’re ready for me to stretch you from the inside. But my cum, orc cum, it has properties. One taste, and you’ll want more. Drink too much, and you’ll never want anything else.”

I moan as he squeezes my breast, my core tightening on nothing in pure excitement.

“But the main reason for the cum, kal’aki ne, is because it will ready you for me. It will make you ripe and perfect. You will want no male but me again.”

I don’t even bother thinking too hard about that promise.

The lighter green head of his cock bobs as I drop down on all fours. It’s leaking already, copious amounts slicking the top of it with thick, pearly white strands.

He pulls my hair to the side, watching my face avidly as I lick my lips.

My tongue darts out again, lapping at the substance, my gaze trained on him.

Until the first taste hits me.

I moan, in shock and in wonder, at the delicious flavor.

It’s thick, almost as much as a pastry filling, the perfect silken texture coating my mouth and tongue. Sweet, with just a hint of musk, and an almost citrus tang to it.

It’s not a myth after all.

I scoot closer, pushing his legs apart, and I dip my head down again, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can manage.

Goddess, he wasn’t lying or exaggerating.

It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, and it leaves me hungry for not just more of it, but for his cock deep, deep inside me, filling me up.

I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, my own fluids dripping down my thighs. He’s so large there’s no chance of his entire length fitting into my mouth, so I wrap one hand around the base of it, my fingers not even close to touching.

This particular act, oral sex, never appealed to me before this very moment, and when Ga’Rek looses another wild growl of a noise, I realize it’s because of him.

The taste of him, yes, but him.

He makes me feel safe.

I take him deeper, nearly gagging myself as I suck. His cum is incredibly delicious, and I can’t get enough. My breasts tingle, my nipples stiff as they’ve ever been, and I reach between my legs, needing to touch myself, needing to ride out this feeling.

“That’s enough, kal’aki ne,” he says hoarsely. “Too much too soon and you won’t be able to function tomorrow.”

I don’t care about tomorrow.

I only care about making him come, his thick member pulsing in my mouth, making me feel powerful and so fuckingclose to coming again myself, my fingers making frenzied circles on my dripping clit as I work him.

“Piper,” he says, and I don’t stop.

“Fuck, kal’aki ne,” he says. “I’m not going to cum anywhere else but your pretty pink cunt.”

I still don’t stop, because why would I? I’m already floating away in a blissful haze, close to coming again, loving the way he feels in my mouth, in my hands.

“My sweetheart, kal’aki ne, sweetling,” he says, panting, and then he’s pulling me off of him.

I let out a low whine of dismay, and then I’m on my back again.

He takes my calf and puts it over his shoulder, and before I can register my displeasure at having his cock anywhere but inside me—he slams into me.

“Oh, Ga’Rek.” It’s somewhere between a shout and a moan, and he nips at my breast, then my neck, as I adjust to the glorious sensation of him inside of me.

I begin to shake, his cock pulsing.

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