Page 40 of Steel & Thunder
“Getting shy on me now, puppy?” the orc taunts me over his shoulder.
I’ll show you shy.
I run the sponge right down his ass crack. That gets me a small jump and a chuckle, and now that I’ve jumped into the deep end, it feels like I can just wash him like a normal person. I scrub each of his cheeks, individually and in between, liking the way they bounce a little more than I would have anticipated. I think about delving my fingers in like I did on the other side, but that feels like it might be crossing a line, and I have no idea how I’d even ask about that. Thankfully, he starts to turn around when I pause, having deemed my work complete.
“Thank you for that, puppy.” The timber of his voice sounds very relaxed. “Your turn.”
Taking the sponge from me, he applies more soap before repeating the process on me. When he pulls my body against his, I am again reminded of our previous shower encounter, and I can’t help but push into his hand a little when it reaches my crotch. He drops the sponge just as I did, wrapping his large green fingers around my cock, which is as hard as I’ve ever felt it. I gasp a little, but before I can make any more noises, his mouth is on mine.
I groan when his tongue swipes against my lips, opening them much more eagerly than I did then. He continues to slowly stroke me as he kisses me deeply, and I’m soon humping into him while pressing my tongue back into his mouth. His hand moves down to my sack, squeezing gently while the hand at my back moves down to my ass and does the same. After a few more minutes of kissing and groping—or seconds, or hours, I honestly have no idea—he retrieves the sponge and finishes washing my lower half. He shows none of the hesitation that I did, and I whimper when a finger brushes over my hole. He stands and kisses me again, switching our positions so the water can rinse the soap from our bodies. I whine into his mouth when he continues to tease my hole until he pulls away with a smirk.
“I believe I still owe you a reward for saving Mrs. Skycaller’s daughter from that runaway cart.” He brings a hand up to my face and traces his thumb along my chin.
“I... I guess you do.” I think I get the implication here.
Still smiling, he reaches behind me to shut off the water before carefully stepping out of the tub and onto a fur mat. He grabs a large, fluffy towel from under the sink, turning to wrap it around my head and upper body, drying me as quickly and efficiently as he can. My hair is still wet, but I can sense the urgency in his motions.
“Bedroom” is the only word spoken when Sir helps me out of the tub before using the same towel on himself. I nod and make my way to the location requested with him right behind me. I pause when I reach the bed, turning around when I’m not sure what to do next.
“On your back.” His hand pushes gently against my chest, and I fall back onto the bed. My cock hits my stomach with a wet slap. He leans down and grabs a hold of my wrists, pinning them by my sides. “You are to keep these here. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” I nod quickly as he lowers himself to his knees, spreading my legs as he does. Just when I think I know what he’s going to do, he hooks his hands under my legs and lifts them, pushing them toward my chest.
Wait, what is he about to—oohhhmygods!
“Fuck.” I fist the sheets under my hands tightly when his warm tongue slide across my hole. I look down just to verify that he’s doing what I think he is, that his mouth is on my ass. I can’t stifle a moan when I feel the tongue a second time, my hands gripping even tighter. I didn’t know this was a thing people did. I know I just got out of the shower, but this feels like it should be dirty. Not that I’m doing anything to stop him when the tongue returns for the third, fourth, or fifth times...
His oral technique changes before long, his mouth pressed more tightly to my skin. I feel his tongue prodding at my entrance at the same time as his tusks scratch gently against the backs of my thighs. They feel blunter than I would have guessed, though the way they scrape against my skin still makes me shudder. I look down, locking eyes with the orc, the hunger behind them evident. Appropriate too, given what he’s doing.
He pushes more of his tongue into my hole, the wet appendage stretching me as it sinks in, leaving me feeling slightly empty when it pulls back out. I bite my lip and turn my head to the side, wishing I could just bury my face into the mattress and scream. This feels so fucking good. My dick is hard and leaking against my stomach, and without thinking, I reach my hand toward it, just to relieve some of the pressure.
“No,” a voice growls and the offending appendage is grabbed as he drops my legs to his shoulders. “What did I say?”
“Not to move them. Sir,” I add on, hoping to get him to continue.
“Hold these.” He pushes my thighs back to my chest, moving my own hands to grip them instead of his. “Move them again and I stop,” he warns and lowers his face to my hole once more. “You are to let me know when you are close, but you may not cum without permission. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir!” I nod quickly. Pleeeaaasse keep going, please.
Satisfied, he begins to work again, pressing his tongue back into my hole. The warm wetness soothes my sore muscles, muscles I didn’t even know could be sore before a couple of days ago.
Fuck.
I don’t even try to suppress a moan when one of Sir’s hands reaches up to wrap around my cock. Looking down, I see that his eyes are closed, the shoulder on his other arm moving as he works his own length.
If this is the reward for saving a kid’s life, I need to do more of that. The rhythm of his hand working up and down my shaft soon matches the rhythm of his tongue fucking in and out of my ass. My body wants to push back onto his face and hump up into his hand at the same time, torn between the sensations. I met this man only two days ago, and he already knows how to play my body like an instrument. I’m not going to last much longer.
“I-I’m getting close,” I announce, looking down for further instruction. I receive none, eyes still closed and the pace he’s toying with my body at staying steady. “Sir? C-can I cum?”
“Not yet.” The mouth is torn away from my hole for a second so he can answer and is then immediately replaced.
I look down with wide eyes at a face that is not looking back at me. No?! But if he keeps... If I... What the hell am I supposed to do?!
“Sir? Please?” I ask again, receiving no answer but seeing the corners of his eyes crinkle slightly. There’s still no stopping, and I’m still getting closer to an edge I’m not sure I can stop myself from spilling over. “Sir? Captain? Please, I-I’m going to cum. Please, can I cum? Sir?! Please?!” The asking quickly turns to begging as the questions pour out of my mouth.
“Cum for me, puppy.” The order comes after a few more seconds of jerking and tongue fucking and a split second before I blow my load all over my stomach and chest.
I moan, or at least try to when I start to cum. It’s very high pitched and maybe comes out more like a squeal—I don’t know. My brain’s not working right now, having been shot out of my dick and sprayed all over my chest. The hand wrapped around me continues to stroke and the tongue in my hole continues to fuck, even as I clench around it uncontrollably. I think some of my cum hit my neck. All I can see is white, or black or...fuck I don’t know.
