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“Oh, that feels so good” I moaned, as I rubbed the head against me.

“Rub me against your pussy mouth,” Rath ordered. “Let my precum soak into your hot little cunt, baby.”

Moaning, I did as he said. I could feel the head of the upper shaft rubbing just inside the mouth of my pussy, but I didn’t try to put it in any further. Instead, I just enjoyed the warm sensation of his precum getting me ready for him.

Then I couldn’t wait any longer.

“I…I think I’m ready now,” I panted, looking up at him.

“If you’re sure,” Rath said cautiously. “Just be careful, baby—I can feel how tight you are.”

I could feel it too, but I told myself it didn’t matter—this time it was going to work. This time I was going to finally get what I wanted—what I needed.

Lifting myself and moving down a little, I let go of the upper shaft and grasped the lower one instead. It pulsed in my hand like a live thing and I had a moment of concern when I saw again how thick it was. But I was dripping with Rath’s precum and my own juices—I was sure I could take him.

Fitting the broad head of the lower shaft to the mouth of my pussy, I pressed down, doing my best to take it inside me.

At first, I thought it was working. I was actually able to get the head inside me! I felt the crown slip past the mouth of my pussy and breach my entrance…but that was where it stopped.

“Unh…damn it!” I panted, as I pushed, trying to get it deeper inside me. But no matter what I did, it was as though the main part of my inner pussy was sealed. It was almost like there was a mouth inside me and the lips were shut tight. Rath just wasn’t getting any deeper into me.

The big Orc seemed to realize this before I did.

“Baby wait…stop,” he said, shaking his head. “Stop—you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Why won’t it go in?” I felt ready to cry. “The head went in but the rest just won’t.”

“Maybe I’m too thick for you to take right away,” Rath suggested. “Why don’t you try my upper shaft instead?”

Reluctantly, I pulled off the lower shaft, feeling the broad head leave my body with regret. I had wanted him in me— all of him. But I supposed I could start with the smaller, upper shaft instead.

Unfortunately, I had the same problem. The head went in…but then it just stopped. And no matter how much of the warming precum Rath pumped inside me, I couldn’t get him deeper into my pussy.

At last I gave up and lay against his chest, panting and feeling miserable with sexual need.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Rath sounded bewildered. “It’s never failed me before—I’ve never had a female who couldn’t open. Maybe I need to see a witch.”

“No, it’s not you—it’s me.” I swiped at my eyes. “It has to do with the binding on me, I think. It doesn’t only affect my magic or my voice—this is part of it, too. I just thought…I hoped that since I can do magic now…”

“You can do some magic—really impressive magic,” Rath told me. “But that’s not the end of your potential. And this isn’t the end of us, either,” he added firmly. “We’ll try again, if you want to, once you get unbound. We don’t have long to wait—we’re seeing Baba Yaga tomorrow,” he reminded me.

“I appreciate you being so patient,” I said, looking up at him. “It’s just…I really need to come now. I feel all achy and swollen down there!”

“That’s my fault,” Rath said apologetically. “My precum made your clit swell. Let me help you out with that.”

I frowned.

“How do you want to help?”

His eyes went lazy with lust.

“Well, since I’m the one who made your sweet little clit swell, I should be the one to heal it, don’t you think? And the only way to do that is to kiss it better.”

I felt my heart starting to pound again. I had always wanted a man to do this to me—to kiss me and lick me between my legs—but neither of the guys I’d tried to get with had any interest. However, from the way Rath had cleaned my juices off my fingers earlier, I was sure he was plenty interested.

“How do you want to do it?” I asked him. “Do you want me to release your arms now?”

He shook his head.

“Not yet. Not until I tell you. Right now I want you to put your legs on either side of my head and ride my face.”

“Ride your face?” I asked doubtfully. He was still sitting back against the headboard, and I wasn’t sure how it would work.

Rath seemed to see my dilemma, because he scooted down until he was laying on his back with his head on a pillow. His wrists were still bound to the bedposts, but he didn’t seem to mind.

I might still have been reluctant, but the warming precum from his upper shaft had made me more swollen and hot than I could bear. My pussy was throbbing for release, and I wanted to let him lick me.

Carefully, I straddled his head, but I was afraid to let myself all the way down. I didn’t want to crush him, so I just lowered about halfway, so that my pussy was barely in contact with his mouth.

Rath made an impatient sound and lifted his chin to look up at me.

“Lower,” he growled.

“But I don’t want to hurt you or smother you!” I protested.

He barked a laugh.

“You think you can crush me with your soft, curvy little body? Come on, baby—trust me.”

I tried, but I still felt uncertain. I came down again—but not as much as Rath wanted apparently.

He made another muffled growl and looked up.

I quickly moved back.

“Rath?” I said, making his name a question.

“All right,” he said impatiently. “Release me—it’s time.”

“What are you going to do if I let you go?” I asked, feeling my heart pound.

His eyes flashed.

“You’ll have to wait and see, baby. Now let me go.”

“Release him,” I told the glowing ropes. Immediately they faded, freeing the big Orc’s arms and hands.

“Good. Now, we can do this right,” Rath growled.

His big hands encircled my waist and brought me firmly down, so that I was actually sitting on his face.

I gasped and wiggled, but I couldn’t get free—his tongue was already exploring me, lashing my swollen clit and then sliding as deep into my pussy as he could—which wasn’t very deep, unfortunately. But it still felt amazing .

“Oh… ohhhh!” I moaned. Reaching out, I gripped the headboard hard , trying to steady myself against the onslaught of pleasure that coursed through me. I had never felt anything quite like this, despite my collection of toys.

Rath’s tongue was soft and rough at the same time—it was a little like a cat’s tongue, I thought. The texture of it seemed made just for pleasuring my pussy and I gasped as he dragged it over my aching clit again and again and again.

I rocked against him, riding his face just as he had ordered me to.

My nervous worry that I might hurt him was gone—he was so much bigger and stronger than me and clearly he was enjoying this as much as I was.

Shamelessly, I ground myself against him over and over, rubbing my swollen clit against his tongue as I felt myself getting closer and closer to release.

And then, at last, I felt my pleasure peaking. All the unresolved sexual tension I’d been feeling for what seemed like days suddenly crested inside me and I felt a wave of warmth washing over me…drowning me with desire and need.

Rath must have felt my pussy clenching, because he growled hoarsely and I felt his tongue slide as deep as it could inside me, lapping up my juices eagerly as I came for him.

I had never had an orgasm like this one. I don’t know if it was a result of his precum or not, but it just hit different—the peaks of pleasure I experienced were on another level than anything even my strongest vibrator could give me.

My fingers curled on the headboard and it felt like every muscle in my body was going tight and tense at the same time. Someone was calling Rath’s name and begging him not to stop, and that someone was me, I realized dimly. How had I become so shameless? So free?

“Rath! Oh God, Rath! Yes—yes!” I moaned, grinding against him. “Oh my God, that feels so good! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

He didn’t stop, but kept lapping my pussy until at last I felt that it was too much—that I was too sensitive.

Wincing a little, I tried to pull away. At first he wouldn’t let me—his long fingers were curled around my waist and thighs and he was feasting on me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“Rath!” I moaned, wriggling in his grasp. “Please—it’s too much! I can’t take any more right now.”

At last he seemed to hear me. He lifted me easily and set me on his chest.

“Sorry, baby,” he growled hoarsely. His lips and jaw were shiny with my juices. “Just never tasted such sweet honey before. Your little pussy is fucking delicious! And I love to feel you coming against my mouth.”

“What…what about you, though?” I panted. “You didn’t get to come yet. Do you want me to, you know—help you?”

“No need.” Rath shook his head. “I came when I felt you coming. In fact…” He winced. “I’m probably pretty messy from the waist down right now.”

I turned my head and my eyes went wide at what I saw—both of his cocks must have spurted like fire hoses! There was a puddle of pearly white cum on his muscular abs and it was dripping down to the bed below.

“I’d better get you a towel!” I exclaimed, hopping off of him. I hurried to the bathroom and came back with two towels—one damp and one dry. I cleaned the big Orc up as quickly as I could, not wanting to leave a wet spot on the mattress. I was sure our hostess wouldn’t like that very much.

Rath lay still and let me clean him.

“I can’t believe you came just because I did,” I said, as I worked on him. “I’ve never heard of a guy doing that.”

“It’s an Orc thing—or actually, a Creature thing,” he explained, watching me work. “When we’re with a human female, we often get pleasure from her pleasure. It’s kind of a temporary magical bond that happens when you’re both really into sex.”

“But we didn’t have sex—not really ,” I pointed out.

“Yes, we did,” he said, frowning. “Sex isn’t just penetration, you know. It’s mutual pleasure—enjoying each other’s bodies. And I certainly enjoyed your sweet curvy little body, baby,” he added, giving me a half-lidded look.

I blushed as I finished wiping him dry.

“I, uh, enjoyed yours too,” I admitted. “I just wish we could have enjoyed each other more. I wish I could have let you in, you know?”

“There’s plenty of time for that,” Rath said easily. “I’m not going anywhere—are you?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I like Hidden Hollow—it’s a lot better than the real world—the human world, I mean.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. Come here.” He pulled me to him and I cuddled naked against his side with my head pillowed on his chest “How are you feeling?” he asked me.

I loved the way his deep voice seemed to vibrate my whole body when I was pressed against him like this.

“Fine. Tired.” I yawned. “It’s been a long day.”

“It sure as hell has,” Rath agreed. “What do you say we try to get some sleep?”

“That works for me.” I yawned again.

“Okay, let’s get situated.” Rath pulled the sheets and quilt over both of us and reached out with one long arm to turn out the light. “Good night, baby,” he rumbled in the darkness.

“Good night, Rath.” The words had barely passed my lips before sleep took me.

I had no idea what the next day and our meeting with Baba Yaga would bring, all I knew was that I felt safe in the big Orc’s arms.