by Tessa Drake
“I want you. I’ve dreamt about you every night.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth and dared a look at his face. He was looking at her with a gaze so intense she nearly choked.
“Have you now?” Curiosity and a hint of surprise colored his voice.
She nodded, not sure what to say now she’d admitted it.
“Are you afraid, little human?”
Lucille swallowed, “Yes.”
“Good.”
His hands pulled up her nightgown and slid up her bare thighs. She trembled and gingerly placed her palms on his bare stomach to steady herself. His skin was hot, and she could feel the muscles rippling underneath her hands. Without even thinking, she traced the bumps of his abdominal muscles, marveling at the definition. His hands tightened in response, massaging the flesh of her buttocks. When she reached the band of his skirt, he released her and brought his hands up to undo the tie. She gaped as the leather fell to the floor and his manhood was exposed. Feeling it against her hadn’t prepared her for the sight of it, even in the dark cell. She faltered, having second thoughts. How would it even fit? It was supposed to hurt anyway the first time, but would he hurt her even more?
The orc must have seen it on her face for he tugged at her gown, laces coming apart easily in his hands. He pulled the expensive material over her shoulders and let it tumble to her feet. Without giving her a chance to act on her sudden misgivings, he scooped her up and she gasped in surprise. Carrying her to the back of the cell, he leaned her bare back against the wall, lifting her up so her legs could wrap around his waist. She hooked them round him to support herself. Unsure what to do with her hands, she decided to hold his shoulders. Not wasting any time, the orc dropped his head to take a nipple into his mouth and she sucked in a surprised breath. It felt good. Better than good, even. She arched her back, pressing herself into his mouth and his hands came up to cup her buttocks again. Her breath caught as his tongue swirled around her rapidly hardening nipple, tusks grazing the surrounding flesh. She definitely hadn’t been expecting such a small act to feel so good. Whenever the women at court had talked about their husbands it had been with a kind of weary, just lay back and put up with it kind of attitude. Not once had they mentioned pleasure that shot liquid heat through their veins.
His hands flexed under her, pinching, squeezing and caressing while his mouth worked on her breast. It seemed that every point of contact between the two of them sent heat scorching through her body. His head turned, releasing one rosy peak before he sucked on the other, drawing the bud into his mouth and grazing with his teeth. She shuddered in his arms, the combination of his attentions and the cold stone on her back raising gooseflesh to pepper her pale skin.
He slid his hands back up towards her buttocks again, but this time cupped only her right, his other hand dipping further forward to brush along her sex. She gasped at the contact, biting her lip and ducking her head so he wouldn’t see her face. She squeezed her eyes shut as his fingers explored her lower lips, sliding through the damp folds and sending quivers of pleasure through her. His fingers dipped to the entrance and pressed lightly, testing her, before traveling back up. She nearly jumped clean out of his grasp when his thumb rubbed against the little bud nestled at the top of her sex, her cry hastily bit back. He growled and released her other breast, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She felt her limbs turn molten as he nibbled the sensitive zone on the side of her neck and rubbed her clit. She was grateful for the slight shift in his positioning; for it meant she could bury her face into his huge shoulder. She felt her core moisten as his attentions melted her insides. The pleasure radiating out from between her legs was almost painful in its intensity – a throbbing, aching need. She muffled her cries and moans in the thick muscle of his shoulder. When she thought she couldn’t take any more he slid one finger inside of her. She couldn’t help the muffled cry that burst from her mouth at the feeling. It was invasive and intimate and yet oh so good. She relaxed, having raised herself up instinctively at the initial invasion. He pumped his finger inside her with deliberate slowness at first, gradually building up speed as she got used to it and let herself go. He added a second, and she sunk her teeth into his skin, driven by a baser instinct she didn’t fully understand.
The orc growled, curling his fingers inside her until she bucked in his grip, her channel rippling around his digits as she came, moaning into his shoulder. Her mind melted as she was assaulted by unimaginable pleasure. She’d had no idea it could be like this. She was blown away. Panting and hot, she shuddered and twitched in his arms as the shattered pieces of herself came back together. During her orgasm he’d removed his fingers, and she felt something else at her entrance. Something a lot bigger. Despite the pleasant lethargy in her body she couldn’t help the twang of fear the thought of his shaft sent through her.
She felt it push against her lips, finding her entrance and pressing into it. She held her breath as the head sunk into her, stretching her until she thought she couldn’t take it. His thumb found her nub and she gasped, pleasure spiking again as he collected her juices to lubricate the sensitive bundle. She wondered if there was anything that would prevent this hurting at all, but forced herself to relax anyway. She needed all the help she could get. She closed her eyes, resting her cheek on her arm as she held on, submitting. His thumb strummed out a furious tempo and she felt her core grow hot, the head of his cock pressing into her seeming more appealing by the second. He shifted under her and she felt him stretch her even more as he eased himself in. She could feel the strained tension in the muscles under her hands and wondered at the fact that he was holding himself back. He wanted to bury himself inside her, she knew that. But he was restraining himself. She wondered if he even knew that he was doing it.
Lucille bit her lip, “Do it,” her voice was muffled but she felt him still, “Do it quickly, please.”
He hesitated, then his tusks grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His thumb pressed harder and faster to ease his passage and he thrust his hips up, sinking the head of his shaft inside her. Pain mixed with pleasure and she felt tears come to her eyes. With one hard second thrust he entered her fully, breaking through her hymen and thrusting as deep as he could. Her nails dug into the thick skin of his back and she gasped out a sob, the burning overriding everything else. He’d stilled, letting her get used to his size and continuing his attentions on her clit. His mouth traced a line down her neck to the junction where neck met shoulder and he bit, the sensation sending shivers through her limbs even as the burning pain surged through her core. He dipped his head to her breasts once again and drew one nipple into his mouth, using his tongue skilfully until she felt the now-familiar heat banking again.
Lucille forced herself to relax again, her inner muscles unclenching. As she did, she discovered that the pain got better; the growing pleasure fighting off the burning until it was an echo of what it had been moments before. She took a deep, shaky breath. It was done. Her virginity was taken, and he was nowhere close to finished with her yet. The pain would go away, but he was a lot bigger than even his size suggested - she was sure no man could even hope to compare in his wildest dreams. And she hadn’t died. In fact, now that the pain was fading she could feel that her body had adjusted rather well. She concentrated on her body, allowing herself to feel the sensations sparking through her, the pleasure banking again as he rubbed her clit. She was damp with sweat, and her body trembled with the overwhelming combination of sensations. He shifted again beneath her and rocked his hips gently, sliding himself partly out before sheathing himself again. She gasped. He was huge and filling her up, but he was rubbing places inside of her that set her toes curling.
She hadn’t thought it could be this good, with his size, but she had been wrong. It was amazing. She buried her face in his shoulder again and he picked up the pace, pulling his hips back before ramming them forward and up, sliding his full length inside her. A moan escaped before she could muffle it and he growled
in response, muscles rippling under her palms as he worked himself into a frenzy. His huge shaft stretched her to her limits but there was no pain now, only pleasure, her slick core engulfing his manhood as if it was made for her. He grunted under his breath with each thrust and his fingers dug into the skin of her buttocks, holding her where he wanted her.
Molten heat unfurled in her belly, and she dug her nails in his back again. She found herself bearing down to meet him, seeking his monster cock. Craving it. One of his hands slipped between them, thumb finding her nub to rub and she mewled, shuddering.
Without warning, he pulled her away from the wall and carried her over to the cot, still sheathed inside her. He set her down and pulled out before turning her so she was on her front. His hands clamped around her waist and drew her hips up. She realized what he was doing and brought her rear up, presenting herself to him. His head pressed against her entrance again before he buried himself in one thrust. She shrieked into the rough woolen blanket. The angle the position required was something else and seemed to allow him greater ease of entry. He buried himself as deep as he could go before pounding away again, the hands grasping her hips pulling her back onto him with each entry. Not that he needed to. Lucille reciprocated of her own volition, her fingers clutching the blanket as she felt herself nearing the edge again. Her breath was coming in pants interspersed with little cries and moans. The orc leaned further over her back as time passed, becoming more and more aggressive in his thrusts until it was almost painful.
She was so close, and judging from the way he was pounding, so was he. Each thrust had her bouncing forward on the cot, the side of her face pressed against the rough wool and her fingers clawing into the material.
Every thrust brought her closer, until eventually she came, crying out into the blanket, trying to muffle herself even as a tiny part of her reveled in the idea of others hearing. The orc swiftly followed as her channel squeezed and rippled around him with her orgasm. He grunted, giving three short, hard thrusts before burying himself as deep as he could and pinning her in place. He released a strained, muffled bellow, pressing his face to the small of her back and shuddering. Hot seed spurted inside her, his hands jamming her hips back into him as he leaned into her. She shuddered and twitched under him, sweat trickling across her back and down her sides as their combined juices trickled down her thighs.
He pulled out after a few moments, breathing heavy. She lowered her hips, collapsing onto the cot. Her limbs were useless, jellified things. Her mind whirled as she took in what had just happened - her father would kill her if he found out. But he wouldn’t. There was no way she’d let him find out. She turned onto her back, sitting up. The orc was watching her, and she suddenly felt embarrassed about her nakedness, bringing her arms up to cover her breasts.
Without a word, the orc scooped up her nightgown off the floor and handed it to her. His sated manhood hung fully exposed, and she noticed that it was still large even when softening. She looked back up at his face to find amusement evident on his expression and she flushed.
He grunted a laugh, then picked his own leathers up and redressed. He turned to her then, the amusement replaced by seriousness, “Go, princess. It’s time I went, too.”
“You? Go where?”
“Back home. I will not stay here to be executed.”
She considered his words. His countenance challenged her to disagree with him. But she understood. If she were in his place and there was a chance to escape she would take it. So she just nodded and stood, pulling her gown back on and tugging at the lacing. She felt warm liquid trickle down the insides of her legs as she moved, but she dared not wipe it just yet. Once she got back to her rooms, a rag would suffice, and the fireplace would destroy the evidence. It was time to go. She paused at the cell door, looking back at him over her shoulder, “Good luck.”
She darted to the hidden passage and slid back inside, moving the stone wall back into place. She picked up her candle at the end of the passageway and made her way back to her rooms on wobbly legs, her mind full of the muscular orc and the passion they’d shared.
Epilogue
Grotur stood in his cell for a moment after the human had left. It wasn’t how he’d originally intended the encounter to go, but he found himself not displeased by the difference. The daughter of his enemy’s king had been willing, and had submitted herself to him. He smiled as he stepped through the cell door. That alone was a sweet victory. He approached the dungeon door and crouched to one side, waiting. The signal would come soon, and he would make his way to freedom. The disabled guards scattered throughout the castle would testify his escape the more… anticipated way, letting the passages that wound through the castle remain hidden. He may have need of them one day.
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