Page 10 of Orn and the Real Girl

SARA

TO SAY that that was the best orgasm of my life almost cheapened it, reduced it to a thing that was “just”—just an orgasm, just a bodily reaction. But it had felt cosmic and huge, like something had shaken loose while my body throbbed and pulsed and broke into stars over and over again.

And now I was staring at his cock, and it was just as big and beautiful as the rest of him.

It was textured in ways I never could have anticipated, my experience thus far exclusively with humans, but I wasn’t afraid of it.

That would require my being afraid of Orn, and despite only knowing him for less than a day, that already felt impossible.

I licked my lips, reaching for him, but I paused to ask, “Can I touch you?"

He nodded, face flushed and throat bobbing.

He held himself stiff and tense in his seat at the edge of the bed, as if he was worried I was going to spook and run if he made the wrong move, and it was so sweet yet sad I couldn’t help but crawl into his lap.

I slung one arm around his neck and slid the other slowly down his body, over his heaving chest and trembling belly, until I had an overflowing fistful of orc cock.

I gave him a squeeze, making him gasp, and I swallowed the soft sound with a kiss.

It was a sweeter kiss, less wild than they’d been so far, and I found myself sinking into it like I’d sunk into his soft, warm bed after my endless march through the blizzard.

He felt right in a way I couldn’t quite pin down, and it wasn’t just because the complex bumps and ridges of his cock in my hand had me feeling aching and wanton in anticipation.

My arm around his neck tightened, pressing us closer together, and even though he was so much larger and stronger than me, he came easily, gladly, his hands grabbing me and clutching me tight.

I felt bright, I felt wanted, but I also felt empty and aching.

I wanted to taste Orn, but I thought it would have to wait for another time, because I was beginning to feel overwhelmed with the desire for him to fill me.

I shifted, sitting higher, breaking our kiss to do so, and used my grip on his shaft to guide it to the swollen, sensitive core of me, shuddering just from the press of his fat, blunt head at my entrance.

Before I could ask him if he was okay with what I was doing, he spoke, his dark eyes wild on mine.

“Yes, Sara,” he rasped, his fingers digging into my hips, claws just pricking at the skin of my ass. “Ride me, please.”

I started to sink down onto him, and he threw his head back, something between a growl and a whine ripping from his throat.

“Please,” I heard him whisper, and it grabbed at me and wrenched something loose in my chest. Emotion swelled, and when tears threatened with a tight ache in my throat I slammed myself down onto him, gasping and crying out at the sensation.

He was so big, so thick, and with all the added texture it almost felt like an invasion.

But he held me tenderly, kissing my neck and chest, his hands unsteady but caressing me gently.

He murmured how good I felt, how proud he was that I’d taken all of him, and my emotions began to settle.

After a few deep breaths, the sting faded and I rolled my hips, testing.

We both moaned, our combined fluids making obscene sounds as I slowly started to ride him, the last of the tension from the pain fading as I opened myself to the sensations, to what it felt like to be surrounded by Orn, filled by him, utterly wound up with him.

He kept his hips still, letting me lead, his focus on worshiping everything he could reach of my body with that tender sweetness that I was coming to realize he was overflowing with.

It made me wonder what he could have possibly done to wind up all alone and so far from home.

Maybe he was up here in the mountains for the same reason that I was; because there was nowhere else in the world that he fit into.

I began to ride him faster, my legs burning from so much activity over the last few days, but I couldn’t stop—I could feel another orgasm building, this one deep and languorous, a heated coil gradually slithering through my body.

My eyes were closed, my concentration going towards chasing that feeling, to sinking into it as deeply as I could.

So I didn’t see how one of Orn’s hands dipped down between my legs. That was, until I felt careful fingers on my clit, just resting on it and letting the jostle of our bodies do all the moving.

I cried out, pleasure mounting hard and fast now, but just then my left leg locked up, and I froze, my eyes snapping open with a wince. “Cramp,” I bit out, going to rub it loose before I lost this feeling.

But before I knew it I was tipping back, Orn’s hand cradling the back of my head, making sure I wound up exactly where he wanted me.

He guided my cramped up leg out straight and used two knuckles to massage my knotted thigh muscle.

But he didn’t stop fucking me, his strokes long and smooth and maddeningly slow, keeping my arousal peaked but my orgasm just out of reach.

“You’ve been through a lot,” he told me, his gaze hot and firm as he loomed over me.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” I shuddered at the epitaph, his tenderness swamping me and stealing my voice.

But I managed a nod, my hands coming up to stroke along his jaw and clasp his strong shoulders.

Please take care of me, I tried to say with my eyes. Make me feel good.

He dipped his head to kiss me, the hard press of his tusks no longer odd but welcome.

He peppered my face with soft kisses, his length still sliding in and out of me, winding me up, and I sighed and rolled my hips up into his, trying to coax him into moving faster.

My leg was mostly back to normal now, and I wanted more.

I wanted it all, every inch and drop of him.

He noticed my squirming and paused. “Are you alright?”

I nodded, then bit my lip. “My leg feels fine now. I need more, Orn.”

His dark eyes searched my face, his body going tense under my hands, and I couldn’t help but huff in frustration.

“You won’t break me,” I promised him, hooking my legs around his waist and letting my nails dig into his back as I used my heels to press him harder into me.

“Can you give me what I want?” I taunted, arching my eyebrow and tipping my chin up defiantly.

He frowned, his long hair curtaining us and making his features more stark and sharp with shadow. But I wasn’t afraid, even though he looked fearsome. He was my big, sweet orc savior, he was Orn, and even if he let loose I had no doubt that I was safer with him than I’d ever been with anyone else.

Without warning, he was slamming into me, hitting something deep inside of me, his lips twisting in a snarl that felt feral.

“You want more?” he growled, beginning an unforgiving rhythm that had my eyes rolling and my limbs curling in like a dead bug.

“You’ll get it. You’ll get anything you want, sweetheart. Just say the word.”

My awareness bled and faded, bliss pulsing out from my core and coating every nerve in my body like a sweet sticky syrup.

I was making wild noises, sounds I never suspected I could make, but Orn was taking me just how I’d wanted, and it was better than any fantasy could have conjured.

There was no room left in me to care about how I sounded.

I never wanted it to end, I wanted to stay in this crystalline moment of pleasure for the rest of my life, where fear for the future was distant and remote, where I was cared for and safe and warm.

But he felt so good, too good, and I was coming yet again with a howl, my throat shredding itself raw as I screamed my pleasure, thanking the gods who’d delivered me here.

It felt like I was flying, my spirit free of my body and tasting the heavens, but there were thick arms cradling me, warm work-roughened hands stroking my skin, combing my curls back from my sweat-sticky face, and a deep, rough voice was calling to me.

I blinked a few times, my vision clearing of stars, and Orn’s handsome face swam into focus, fear and concern hewn into his features. “Are you alright?” he asked, panic in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”

I laughed, an embarrassing sound like a braying donkey. “No, honey,” I managed after a moment, tucking a lock of his dark hair behind a pointed green ear. “You did very well.”

His lips quirked up in a small smile. “I thought I might have done something wrong. You sounded like a banshee on the moors.”

I laughed again, the sound more normal this time.

“No, no, no—that’s how you know you’ve done everything right.

” I pulled him down, urging him to put more of his weight on me, because it felt amazing, and it helped ground me.

“You’re amazing, Orn,” I whispered into his ear, and beneath the boneless satiation making me feel heavy and loose something sparked.

“You fucked me so good, honey,” I purred, stroking up and down the long, firm line of his spine.

“Now I want you to come. I want you to give me everything you have. Will you do that for me?”

His cock bucked inside me, his big body shuddering against mine. His head fell into the crook of my neck, his proud nose taking in big lungfuls of my scent. He started to move again, and I heard only one word from him, a soft sigh: “Yes.”

It felt like I shouldn’t be able to come again, not so many times in a row, not after such an earth-shattering one, but the desperate, needy rhythm of Orn’s hips had something dredging itself up from the depths of me to try anyway.

I gasped and moaned and panted in his ear, letting him know how good he felt, how well he was doing, because it felt right, to pepper such a tender man with tender words.

His hands grasped my hips, guiding them into a new angle, and my vision blinked out for a moment, his thick, textured cock hitting something new and overwhelming the synapses in my brain.

He started to moan in my ear, the sound too sexy for words, and then his pace stuttered and grew uneven, and then he was slamming into me hard, something even thicker but blessedly smooth forcing its way into me, tearing a gasp from me.

It burned, the stretch almost too much, but then he was shuddering and gasping and whimpering, holding me tight as hot seed bathed my insides.

The heat soothed away the sting, allowing me to feel the steady throb as this new part of him inside me did whatever it did.

Whatever it was, it was hitting the sweet spot near my entrance just right, wringing another orgasm from my exhausted body. It was weaker, more brief, but it felt good anyway, and I sank into the bed beneath me with a sigh.

Orn was still shuddering above me, his breaths ragged. His cock was still bucking, still emptying into me, though it felt like it had at least slowed down. It was going to be a huge mess when we parted.

It was going to be a huge mess when we parted.

Something about that thought hurt, dug into my tender parts like a thorn. When Orn started to nuzzle and hold me, shifting us onto our sides with sweet care, everything that I’d been holding back surged up, crested into a wave I had no choice but to drown under, and before I knew it I was weeping.