7. Nico

7

NICO

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, waiting to feel Cyrus against me. He could have crushed me like a bug if he wanted to, using his sheer size to his advantage. I had no fear that he would, though. A gentler orc couldn’t possibly exist, and of course I had to be the one stuck with the angel when what I really wanted was a devil.

His breath wafted into my nostrils as his face drew closer. It was minty and fresh, with a hint of heat and salt. My mouth watered at the thought of getting my tongue in there to explore. Those fangs would be a treat to play with, although they were sharper than I thought they would be. I suspected the guys in the photos I’d seen either wore caps or filed their teeth down to make them less dangerous. It was a shame, really. The full teeth were a sight to behold, and even now when I could no longer see them, they pressed into my chin, smooth and hard.

His lips touched mine and puckered into a kiss; short, sweet, and all too lifeless. There was no passion in it. My heart sank as it occurred to me that he might not be good in bed at all, or at the very least not into me enough to want to be good. I hadn’t thought to ask about his experience or how his previous lovers felt about him, and now it was too late.

He planted another kiss on my lips, coaxing my mouth apart with his tongue. It was thick and meaty but surprisingly dexterous. I dared to open my eyes for a second. His own eyes were closed and a few stray curls of hair brushed against his temples.

“You’re really handsome,” I told him when he drew back from his kiss.

“So are you,” he replied, cupping my chin in one of his massive hands. His fingers were doubly thick compared to mine and his skin wasn’t as soft as mine, but his grip was as gentle as I could have imagined, if not more. “I like you, Nico. I think we could be exceptional together if you would only give a real relationship a chance.”

“If we stay together, does that mean you’ll fuck me someday?” I asked.

Cyrus’ gaze hardened, his grasp on my chin slipping. “Perhaps,” he said shortly.

“And what about tonight? Do I get to have at least a little taste of that massive cock of yours?”

“Taste? No, but I will allow you a touch.” He directed my hand down the V-shape between his hips, letting it rest on the base of his cock. It was still semi-soft, but it stiffened even as my fingers brushed against it.

“So you do like this.” I smiled.

“Yes, of course I do. I’m not averse to sex, just slow to warm up to people, especially when they behave the way you do about my body.”

He dragged my palm across the length of his dick, letting my fingers curl around the shaft before removing his hand entirely. It was all mine now, every single inch – of which there were several.

I squeezed it, unable to stretch my fingers fully around the thickest part, and slid my hand up and down, brushing my thumb over the head. I practically drooled at the mere thought of getting that thing stuffed between my asscheeks, but Cyrus was probably right about it being too much without adequate preparation. The biggest cock I’d ever taken was actually a human guy who just happened to have a larger-than-average member. This was a whole other world.

I didn’t dare tell Cyrus about how enthralled I was by his cock. He was already self-conscious enough about all the worship stuff, and the last thing I wanted to do was end our night prematurely. His hands wrapped around my waist, fingers digging into my skin, and all those worries melted away. This was everything I wanted – almost.

“Can I make you cum?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t see why not.” Cyrus’ tone had softened again too, his cheek pressing against mine as he rubbed my back. He lifted me away from the bed as if I were as light as one of the pillows. His thumbs circled over my shoulder blades, fingers traveling down my spine till he reached my hips. I wanted him to touch me more, to wrap one of those massive hands around my cock, completely engulfing it in his grasp, but he never did.

I took my other hand and placed it around his shaft, using both to encompass it, stroking it with an effort I would have never used on a mere human. The skin on his dick, tough yet still softer than I imagined, stretched tightly around the thick organ, which was the same color as the rest of his skin, if a little darker. It filled my hands and made me shiver with anticipation, the chill mingling with my sweat.

I’d watched plenty of adult-oriented orc videos in my time; I knew they shot big loads, something the straight orc men were pretty proud of. They claimed to be able to get any female orc pregnant at any time, although I didn’t quite believe them. Orc pregnancies, as far as I was aware, worked similarly to human pregnancies, and the amount of cum didn’t matter as long as everything else lined up.

Fortunately, Cyrus and I didn’t have to think about the complexities of pregnancy with each other, and I turned my attention back to the huge cock in between my hands. I didn’t have to wait long to witness Cyrus cum, a loud groan emitting from his mouth as ropes of thick, white substance shot from his tip.

It spilled over my hands, covering my fingers in the sticky stuff, I was so tempted to reach down and lick it off, but I expected a slap or something from Cyrus if I got my mouth close to his dick just yet.

His climax was enough to send me over the edge without a single touch and I pressed my cock against his thigh as it pulsed, our cum mixing on our skin. I held onto Cyrus as long as he would allow me, squeezing him through each wave of pleasure.

And then it was over and he pulled my hands away, still dripping cum, and got up from the bed.

“Wow, that was amazing,” I gasped, collapsing back into the fluffy white pillows.

“Yes, it was nice,” Cyrus agreed, walking toward what I could only assume was the bathroom.

“Nice?” I sat back up. “It was more than nice.”

He came back from the bathroom with a stack of towels. “I suppose so. Here, you’ll need this to clean up. If you want to use the toilet or shower or anything, they’re right through that door.” He pointed back toward the room he’d just come out of.

“I wouldn’t mind a quick shower before I go – if that’s all right with you.”

Cyrus stopped wiping the towel over himself. His shoulders tightened and he looked me straight in the eye, completely unwavering. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, of course. We’re done here, aren’t we? I mean, unless you wanna try for round two.”

“Orcs have a long refractory period,” he said curtly. “There will be no round two until tomorrow, at least. I thought you might want to spend the night since it’s so late, though.”

My heartbeat, which had finally slowed down, quickened again. “Oh, Cyrus, I’m not really the sleepover type. I thought we would have some fun and then…and then…” I trailed off.

Cyrus nodded, turning away so I couldn’t see his face. “Shall I drive you home?” he asked, his voice much less sure than a few seconds earlier. “I have to get dressed, but I don’t mind.”

“No,” I said quickly, “I don’t want to trouble you with that. I could use the walk anyway.

“Goodbye, then, Nico. Have a nice night.”

“I will,” I croaked, my voice betraying me. “Um, thanks for the good time. I’ll see you again soon, maybe?”

“I don’t think so. We tried, but we’re simply not compatible. Tomorrow I’ll go back to the library and reactivate my matchmaking profile.”

So this was how it ended. I’d really screwed things up with a genuinely nice man, and I didn’t even get to have my way with an orc cock.