Vera

Erik’s kiss was impossibly soft.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a lover touch me as reverently and gently as this huge monster did. It wasn’t like being kissed by a human. For one thing, his lower tusks jut out from his mouth so that when we kissed, they nudged at my lips and shaped them into something unfamiliar.

But I didn’t hate it.

In fact, the constant reminder that Erik is a monster and not a human kept me in the moment.

I know all too well how human men can treat a woman. How they can demand and take without consideration for what she wants. Isn’t it strange that the monster wasn’t like that at all?

When Erik kissed me, none of those dark memories returned. Not until after when I was reflecting on it with wonder .

Perhaps I can do this. After all, the cards foretold a homecoming for me across the sea. Is it too much to wonder if maybe this is what they meant?

I drift into a more peaceful sleep than I’ve had since deciding to leave my old life behind me. When I half wake to roll over in the night, it’s with my face buried in a pillow that smells of him.

The next morning when I crack the door and emerge into the living room, Erik grins at me from behind the kitchen counter and slides a bowl of fresh fruit salad toward me. “Breakfast? I’m sorry, I couldn’t find any kasha at the store. And if I’m completely honest, I don’t really know what it is, but maybe if we look together, you can help me find some.”

I catch my own lips curving into a silly smile and have to look down to avoid his gaze for a moment while I compose myself. “You smile a lot.”

He laughs softly. “I’ve always thought that was a good thing.”

I climb up onto the stool at the counter and stab a piece of melon with my fork. “In my country, it is not so good. Makes you look stupid.”

I look up to see the smile drop from his face and immediately feel bad. “Well. This is not my country. So maybe I will learn a different way.”

He’s quiet for a while and I worry I’ve upset him. I really have to watch what I say. I’ve got to find a way to make him feel like I’m trying here. I’ve obviously got to keep my position as his fiancé secure, but more than that, I’d like to make him happy. Erik is such a nice guy. I saw that plainly yesterday in everything he did to please me .

He deserves as much happiness as I can bring him. For as long as I stay at least.

A little knot of guilt twists in my gut at the thought of running out on him.

I already know how much it’ll hurt him when I do.

There’s no help for it though. I can’t risk being honest with him in case he won’t go through with the marriage. There’s no way I can return to Russia now. I’m in enough danger as it is.

When Erik begins to clear the dishes and tidy up, I stand and hurry around into the kitchen. “Leave it. I can do.”

He looks around in surprise. “You don’t have to!”

“I like to. Please.” Holding out my hands, I wait for him to give me the dishes. He seems to do so reluctantly, but I catch him smiling again as he goes to take a shower.

That’s a good start. When he leaves for work, I start thinking about how else I can please him.

I begin by tidying the house. It’s challenging since I don’t know where many things go. I take the load of towels from the dryer in the laundry and fold them after finding the cupboard where he has others stacked.

I wipe down the kitchen and finally unpack my bag onto the shelf in the bedroom Erik has left for me.

It feels strange to stack my folded clothes in his closet. Like I’ve officially accepted that I’m really doing this. At least for now.

That’s what Erik needs from me too, I think.

He needs me to show him that I want to be his wife.

Well I know what most males would immediately think of as the best way to show that. Just thinking about doing that has a cold chill settling over my skin. Irritated, I brush the feeling away and root through my belongings to find the nice lingerie I brought with me. I lay the different sets on the bed and consider. The black feels too harsh and the red strappy set too sultry. I think the mood I need to set is sweeter than that. I select a lacy white set and tuck the others away for another time. I was careful to use the excuse of preparing for my marriage to Dmitri to purchase plenty of sexy underwear before I left Moscow, conscious that it wouldn’t hurt my cause to have that sort of thing on hand for my monster husband.

I take a shower, making sure to shave my legs, my pussy, and under my arms. I meticulously go over every inch of skin until I’m smooth and presentable. All the while I tell myself I can do this.

This wasn’t the plan. I wasn’t going to let him touch me. The trouble is, after that kiss it’s clear that is what Erik expects. And to be honest, after that kiss I’m beginning to feel it could be alright after all.

Besides, I don’t have to let him touch me if I stay in control. I’m sure people think a woman on her knees has given up her power to the man she’s servicing, but I’d rather be on my knees than on my back, having that power forcibly taken from me.

I shudder at the memory of hot, cruel hands forcing my thighs apart.

Better if I am the one with his cock and balls in my hand. That way I stay in control.

My mouth is inexplicably dry when I hear Erik’s key in the lock. “Honey, I’m home!”

I wipe sweaty palms down my thighs as I stand from the sofa. I’m wearing a silky robe over the white lacy lingerie, my hair done in soft curls and blush on my cheeks to give my pale skin some color.

Erik drops his satchel onto the floor in the doorway and grins. “You look pretty. Did you put on makeup?”

I shrug. “A little.”

He pauses, watching me. “D-did you have a good day?” It might be my imagination, but he seems nervous.

That makes two of us.

I’m not going to let him see though.

I reach decisively to the tie at my waist and give it a yank, sliding the robe over my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

Erik swallows. “Did I already say you look pretty? Fuck. I should have said beautiful. Amazing.” His eyes rake over nipples I know are taut and poking through the translucent fabric, over the curve of my hips and down to where the lacy panties reveal a hint of the dark hair I’ve shaved into a strip. “Is this... does this mean...” He trails off and his mouth hangs open as his gaze does the full lap of my body again.

Well, it’s a promising start. I keep my hands behind my back so he won’t see how badly they are shaking and nod. “We are going to be married. Is allowed to sample first, yes?”

He lets out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

“Then take off your pants.”

His hands hurry to his button and fly and the pants drop to the floor a moment later. “Like this? ”

I nod. “Like this.”

Beneath the trousers, which are now bunched around his ankles, he wears navy briefs with a short leg. The briefs are bulged and stretched at the front so much that I can trace the outline of a bulbous head and veiny shaft straining to be released.

“And those pants.” I gesture to the underwear.

He pulls the waistband of the briefs out and over the enormous bulge, and a thick green cock drops to sit perpendicular to his body.

I have to fight to keep my expression neutral. This might be the largest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s certainly the thickest. I have no idea if I’ll be able to take it all into my pussy and I certainly can’t get it far into my mouth.

I guess I’ll have to improvise.

Striding across the room, I drop to my knees in front of him and Erik lets out a soft whimper.

“Don’t you want me to kiss you a little first? To touch you?”

I shake my head. Taking his heavy cock into my hand, I bring it to my lips. “No. This is what I want.”

Then I open my mouth and lick from the base of his hot shaft all the way to the moist tip. Erik shudders. When I sneak a look at him from beneath my lashes, I note the way his eyelids flutter closed before he opens them again and stares down at me in wonder.

I repeat the motion, this time swirling my tongue over the sensitive head as I reach the top.

Erik moans .

I guess maybe I don’t need to get the whole thing in my mouth. He seems pretty sensitive.

Tentatively, I close my lips around the tip and draw him into my mouth a little way, pulling back when my lips are stretched as far as I can manage. I’ve not even taken him halfway and I’m at my limit. I wish I’d practiced this skill more, but the truth is it’s never been something I’ve been particularly fond of. I’d rather have his face between my thighs.

Frustratingly, the thought of letting anyone touch me activates my gag reflex and I have to pull back, stroking down his shaft while I catch my breath.

His cock is thick and firm in my touch and he tastes good. Almost sweet. A little salty. On the next dip of my head, the taste is stronger as drops of moisture bead from the tip. It’s not so bad with Erik I suppose.

I am enjoying the little sounds he makes as I grip him firmly and work his cock with my hands and mouth. He lets out a long moan as I cup his heavy balls in my other hand, so I give them a little tug. I’m rewarded with a burst of salty sweetness as his cock throbs, spilling more liquid onto my tongue.

“Inessa, you uh—” He trails off as I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard. “Your mouth feels amazing, but don’t you want me to please you too?”

“Shh.” I take my mouth from him for only a moment before redoubling my efforts, squeezing with my hand on his balls, drawing his saltiness out from the leaking tip.

“Oh fuck!” He doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. When my hair falls across my face though, blocking my view, he tenderly brushes it away.

He’s so sweet, this orc. So gentle. So different from the men I have known back home.

I thought a monster would be scarier than my past. That he’d be able to defend me if it came to that.

Now I wonder if this gentle giant would ever lift a finger in anger.

“Inessa—shit! I don’t know how much longer I can last. Let’s stop, I—”

I cut him off with a firm tug of his balls and he lets out a strangled cry. His eyes close and his head falls back as I suck on him hard, hollowing out my cheeks. At the same time I work my hand down the base of his shaft and slip a finger to the smooth, sensitive skin between his balls and ass.

He shudders.

He lets out a long jumble of broken curse words.

Then his cock throbs in my hand as my mouth floods with his spend, and I keep working him until the last of it has trickled onto my tongue.

I swallow his salty cum quickly, expecting not to like it, but actually I don’t mind the lingering flavor. I think I have made good progress here.

I could certainly do that again. And from the noises he made, and the look on his face, he enjoyed it.