Page 72 of Summoning the Orc

I gasped as she aimed my cock toward my belly-button, swiping her tongue along the underside. My eyes rolled back in my head and I ran gentle fingers along her scalp, massaging it in gratitude.

“I want you to mark me,” she told me before continuing the foray of her tongue along the shaft of my cock, dipping her tongue into my slit and making me cry out.

Her small hands could barely fit around me, but she made do, using both of them to wrap around me and tug backward until the foreskin was pulled back, baring the sensitive head to her.

“Fuck,” I gasped as she suckled it into her mouth, my knees shaking under the onslaught of pleasure. “Your mouth is magic.”

She gave a low chuckle that vibrated down my spine, and my head spun. I didn’t think I was going to survive this. My time away from her had been excruciating. But every second that she touched me filled the void until I was brimming with her.

Becca sucked harder, and I cried out, my hips giving a helpless thrust into her mouth. She gagged for a moment, sending a silent glare my way and I stilled immediately.

“Sorry,” I told her right away, regret seeping into my words. I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was making me lose my mind.

“Stay still,” she pulled away to say, running the side of my cock against her cheek again and I marveled at how tiny she was compared to me. It was a miracle that her little body could take me, but when she did—I released a groan of anticipation even as she swiped that hot tongue into my foreskin, making me lose mymind—it was perfection.

I struggled to follow her instructions, my fingers in her hair the only thing keeping me sane. They were anchoring me, but I worried that I was holding her too tight. My fears were unwarranted though, as my female began sucking me in earnest. My head fell back on my neck as she twisted her hands, jacking the length of my cock that was already slick with her spit as she sucked on the head like it was her life’s vocation.

Fuck. Me.

I was almost certain that I was going to come in her mouth. I tried to pull her off, but my female wasn’t having it. Still, I wanted to be inside her the next time I came. Gritting my teeth, I dug my claws into the back of my hand to steady myself to hold back.

It worked—but only a little—and she allowed me to ease back for a few seconds, my breath wheezing out of me as she lifted my cock. My thighs trembled as she slapped them, making me part them so she had access to my straining sac. It was full of seed for her and I moaned as she sucked on it, her tongue swirling and making me lose my restraint. I jerked as she continued her assault, sucking on my sac while her hands worked my cock until I saw stars.

I’m not going to last.

My legs moved backward against my will, forcing her to release me, and the disgruntled expression on her face was a reward in itself.

“Do you love my cock, my Becca?” I asked, my voice so hoarse, I could barely understand myself. But she did.

“I love it,” she purred, and I growled low in my throat, reaching down to pick her up by her ass and toss her backward on the bed.

She yelped, her legs spreading to balance herself and I took advantage, moving onto the bed and fitting my shoulders between them before she could stop me.

“My turn,” I growled, and she jerked as I swiped my tongue through her sweet, delicious pussy. I groaned, rolling my face in her soaked perfection. I spread her scent and juices across my face, basking in her, my low groan of appreciation sounding in the quiet of the room. “I’m going to eat you until you beg me to stop,” I purred against her, swiping my tongue through her folds until she bucked against my face.

“Rok,” she gasped and I’d never heard a sweeter sound in my life than my name on her tongue. “Please.”

A feral grin spread across my lips at that one word. My female was always gorgeous, but when she begged me, with her head tossed back and her throat bared to me, pleasurable agony written across her features, she was resplendent. A goddess who’d deigned to grace me with her presence.

And like any zealous worshiper, I wasn’t going to waste my opportunity. She whimpered, arching her hips toward me. I softened the friction of my tongue, dragging out her pleasure and teasing her with soft flicks instead of the way I know she wanted.

She wants me to fuck her with my tongue.

Her cry as she lifted her hips, begging for more pressure—more pleasure—made my lips curve.

“My greedy mate,” I purred. “Do you want to come?”

She nodded, her fingers tight in my hair, holding me to her and guiding me downward. A low laugh left my lips before I stiffened my tongue, pushing inside of her. Her legs wrapped around my head and she tightened them until the only thing I could see, smell, taste, hear, or feel was her. Her cries were music in my ears, and I knew that if I had to die at that moment, I would be able to go as a happy orc.

I fucked her with my tongue, and she gave a shudder before her entire body stiffened under me. I curled my fingers until I could reach her clit and that was all my female needed to come,screaming to the ceiling.

I kept up the movements, rolling my hips against the bed to ease the incessant ache in my cock as my mate came apart in my arms. For long moments, she shook under me, her luscious thighs trembling around my head and her feet digging into my shoulders. My cock gave a demanding throb and I winced.

When she settled, her legs fell away, her entire body sagging in relaxation. I grinned, crawling up her body as she gave me a lazy smile. “I want to make you come two more times, but I have to be inside you, or I’ll lose my mind,” I told her, kissing her.

She moaned against my lips, devouring me even as her soft, relaxed body made room for me. She hugged me close, her big, beautiful breasts pressed against my chest and her legs going around my waist. It was like coming home.

My mate. My everything.

---