Chapter 19

19

MARIAH

W ith a low growl, Thorak flips us over so I'm pinned beneath him again. He kisses me fiercely before standing up to quickly shed his remaining clothes.

My breath catches in my throat as Thorak straightens, completely bare before me. His massive green body is a work of art—all sculpted muscle and raw power. My eyes drift lower, widening at the sight of his enormous, thick cock jutting proudly from a nest of black curls.

I've been with monsters before but never an orc, and Thorak is...big. Really big. His cock juts proudly away from his body, long and thick, swollen with need. The dark green, pointed head glistens with precum.

But it's the deep, prominent ridges spanning his entire, intimidating length that make my eyes widen.

Monsters and magical beings are usually built differently than human men, but I've never seen anything like this before. I reach out my hand and stroke a finger down one of the thick ridges spanning Thorak's massive shaft.

He sucks in a sharp breath as my finger traces the unique texture.

"Mariah," Thorak rumbles, his deep voice strained with barely leashed control. "Unless you want this to be over very quickly, you might not want to do that."

I look up at him from beneath my lashes, emboldened by the raw need etched on his handsome face. "I can't help it. I've never seen a cock like yours before. The ridges..."

He grins wolfishly. "Ah yes, the ridges. An orc specialty, you could say. Designed for a female's maximum pleasure. But I don't want to hurt you, Mariah…"

I shake my head, my heart pounding with equal parts nerves and anticipation. "You won't. I have some lube in my bedside drawer," I tell him breathlessly. "And I'm on protection."

I don't need to say more. We have a specialty lube in Elderberry Falls, imbued with magic to help with interspecies couplings.

Thorak nods and retrieves the lube from my bedside drawer. He pours a generous amount onto his fingers, then guides them between my thighs.

I gasp as he spreads the slick substance over my folds, rubbing gentle circles down my entrance. The magical lube tingles pleasantly against my skin as Thorak massages it into me.

"Please, Thorak," I say, pulling him closer. "I need you now."

Thorak settles his large, muscular body over mine, the heat of his skin searing me. He kisses me deeply as he positions himself at my entrance.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmurs against my lips. "We'll go slow."

I nod, a thrill of anticipation running through me. Thorak keeps his eyes locked on mine as he starts to push inside me.

The first press of his massive cockhead against my opening makes me gasp. Even slick with lube, he stretches me more than I've ever been stretched before.

Thorak slowly sinks into me inch by delicious inch, his eyes never leaving my face, watching intently for any signs of discomfort. I force myself to relax and take slow, deep breaths as my inner walls stretch to accommodate his substantial girth.

The ridges along his shaft drag exquisitely against my sensitive flesh, igniting sparks of pleasure with each push forward. When he's finally buried to the hilt, we both groan at the feeling of completeness.

"Gods, Mariah, you feel incredible," Thorak rumbles, his voice strained. "So tight and perfect around me."

I can only moan in response, too overwhelmed by the intense fullness and the exquisite friction of his thick ridges against my inner walls. Thorak holds himself still, allowing me time to adjust to his substantial size. He brushes feather-light kisses across my face as he waits for my body to acclimate to the intrusion.

After a few moments, the discomfort recedes and pleasure takes over. I experimentally roll my hips, gasping at the way it makes Thorak's cock hit a sensitive spot deep inside me.

"Thorak, move," I plead breathlessly. "I need you to move."

Thorak captures my mouth in a searing kiss as he slowly starts to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside me before surging forward again. I cry out into his mouth at the exquisite drag of his thick ridges against my fluttering walls. He sets a steady, deep rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in to the hilt.

"Yes, Thorak, just like that," I moan, my nails digging into his muscular back. "It's so good."

Thorak growls his approval, the primal sound vibrating through me. He picks up the pace, driving into me faster and harder as his control starts to slip. Each powerful thrust hits a spot inside me that has me seeing stars, the ridges along his massive length stoking the fires of my pleasure higher and higher.

I wrap my legs around his large waist, tilting my hips to take him even deeper. The new angle allows his cock to hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body.

"Mariah," Thorak groans, his deep voice strained with pleasure. "I've wanted this for so long..."

His words inflame me even more, knowing he's fantasized about this moment for years, wanting me even as I hated him. Thorak buries his face in my neck, his tusks scraping deliciously against it as he pounds into me, the titillating sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

I'm lost to the intense sensations, my entire being focused on the exquisite drag of Thorak's ridged cock inside me. Each thrust sends me hurtling closer to the edge, the coil of tension low in my belly winding tighter and tighter.

Thorak's thrusts become more erratic, his breathing ragged against my neck as he chases his own release.

"Mariah, I'm close," he grits out, his muscles tensing above me. "But all I care about is you. Let me make you come first."

His deep, rumbling words are my undoing. With a sharp cry, I come apart, my inner walls clamping down on his thick shaft as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me.

Thorak growls, the sound primal and possessive, as my climax triggers his own. He buries himself to the hilt and stills, his massive cock throbbing and pulsing inside me as he finds his release.

We cling to each other as the aftershocks slowly subside, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing labored. Thorak rolls us onto our sides, cradling me against his broad chest. He brushes my damp hair back from my face and places a tender kiss on my forehead.

"That was...incredible," I murmur, still boneless and in awe of Thorak's ridges. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Thorak smiles, his eyes soft with affection. "Neither have I, Mariah. That was more amazing than I'd ever dreamed it could be."

We lay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow, our limbs tangled together. Thorak's large hands caress my back soothingly as my racing heart gradually slows.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he says, staring down at me with an almost self-conscious look.

I tilt my head up to look at him. There's only one thing on my mind.

"Again."