27. Nico

27

NICO

C yrus unlocked the front door to let us both inside his house. I realized now that I didn’t need to apologize to him after all. He didn’t want an apology, and he probably wouldn’t accept one no matter how much I insisted. All he wanted was to be loved and cherished, and I could finally give him that.

I couldn’t imagine life without him anymore. I’d already lived it for a few days and I hated it. This was where I was meant to be, in the house with the couch that my legs dangled over, the bed I had to climb up, and the stove that I practically needed a stool to cook at. None of that mattered as long as Cyrus was by my side.

“Shall we go straight to bed so we don’t miss too many more hours of sleep?” Cyrus asked, turning to face me after locking the front door behind us.

“Oh, uh, yeah, that would be fine,” I said, a little disappointed that the night was ending here.

“Or,” Cyrus continued, “would you rather we sacrifice our sleep for what we really want?

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, I think I would prefer the second option.”

Cyrus smiled back. “I thought you might.”

Without waiting for another word from me, he scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the bedroom, setting me on top of the bed with an effortless flair only someone as strong as an orc could manage.

“I believe you’re ready for the final step,” he told me.

My chest fluttered. “Are you serious? Tonight?”

“Don’t you want me?”

“Of course I do. But you were so adamant before about –“

Cyrus put a finger to my lips. “Never mind what I said before. It’s time now, especially if we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. You, my dear fellow, are going to have to get used to me.”

I stopped protesting. It was obvious that Cyrus was fully on board, and as long as he wasn’t doing this just to keep me interested in him, I was happy to finally get what I wanted. Except, the difference now was that it wasn’t the only thing I wanted out of Cyrus. I wanted so much more now, and to be fucked by an orc was only one thing far down on the list compared to everything else I wanted to experience with Cyrus.

His lips met mine for just a few seconds, and in those seconds he conveyed to me all the passion that we held between us. We were meant to be together, even though our bodies didn’t look like they were made to fit and our desires seemed to clash half the time. All that, which had seemed so monumental a week ago, was trivial now. There was so much more between us than the physicality or the surface-level ideas we had of each other, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen past those before.

Cyrus pulled my shirt off and turned me over, instructing me to get on my hands and knees. My jeans came off next, followed by my underwear, which I kicked onto the floor. At some point, Cyrus had removed his clothing too, removing every last barrier preventing us from being together.

He took the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer and squirted some on his hand. I’d already had his fingers inside me before, and it was a familiar experience when he inserted them, stretching me just a little.

“Relax,” he told me, “because this might hurt for a moment.”

“A moment?” I laughed. “I expect it to hurt much longer than that, but I’m ready.”

The tip of his cock made me gasp and tighten up. Maybe I wasn’t as ready as I previously thought, but I wasn’t about to stop him now. Cyrus took his time, taking care to move as carefully as he could. If I was going to get fucked by any orc, he was far and away the best one to do it.

“I’m going to go a little deeper now,” he told me, rubbing his hand down my back.

His touch relaxed me again, and I took a deep breath, letting it out as he pushed himself in an inch or two farther. If he were a human, it would have been nothing for me to take. With the size of his cock, though, I could feel it pressing against every little nerve inside of me, filling me up more than I ever thought was possible.

I buried my head in the pillow as he took his first thrust, still only about halfway inside my ass. It burned, but the pain was everything I wanted, everything I could have hoped for. My spine tingled and my toes went numb with how hard I curled them. Each breath took more and more effort as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level.

“How are you doing?” I asked between gasps. “Is everything okay?”

Cyrus nodded curtly. “This is no trouble at all for me, Nico dear. You focus on your own pleasure, all right?”

I smiled. “All right.”

It wasn’t hard to do and as Cyrus worked behind me, I allowed myself to close my eyes and get lost in the moment. My fingers clutched the pillow in front of me so hard, I was afraid I might tear the pillowcase. Cyrus wouldn’t have cared if I did, so I gripped it all the tighter and let my mind wander back to the cock buried deep inside me.

This evening, which had started off so poorly, couldn’t have gone any better if I’d planned it myself.