Chapter 11
Hoss walked through a gap in a wall.
There she stood, in the middle of a pond, half naked. A siren. A mermaid. Many planets had mythologies of female creatures that lured a male into water. In days of old, his kind might’ve eaten such a delicacy, bones and all. After fucking it.
Okay, she wasn’t half-naked, she had her tights off, nothing more.
In rut, it was more than enough for this mixed-breed orc.
He groaned at the sight of her gleaming wet thighs. His big cock surged, filled with blood and lust, and became much bigger. His heart almost stopped working. He thumped his chest, hard, just to make sure it kept going. The thud made her turn.
The pout of her red lips.
The swell of her breasts almost bursting from the confines of her top.
The way that little skirt brushed the water’s surface and reminded him of what lay beneath.
Mindful of how her mouth was at almost the right level for cramming it with his cock, Hoss ventured closer.
He swallowed when she heaved in a slow breath that left her mouth slightly open. He glimpsed tongue tip. Her gaze seemed to take forever to navigate from groin level to his face.
“Hello.”
There was a rasp in her voice. He’d clearly heard a rasp.
Damn the monks for putting memories of sex with her into his head.
He squatted beside the pool then on instinct reached out, open-handed. To his surprise she touched his hand and smiled, her fingers falling away at the edge of his palm. He stopped himself from grabbing her, just.
“Come on in. The water is beautiful.”
“Orcs and shags aren’t into water, Ember.”
“But you’re dirty aren’t you? I know I am...was.”
Oh the subtexts in those words.
“Ember...”
She wrapped her fingers over his thumb, proving again how small she was compared to him. Just seeing her holding him there, those little fingers, her implied femaleness next to his galumphing great maleness, it made his balls ache harder. Then she tugged at his thumb. Without taking his eyes off her, he leaned to the side, anchored his other hand on the ground, and slipped into the pool, boots, black camo suit, and all.
The water was a shock at first, though it barely splashed above his knees. With little hesitation he reached out and cradled her jaw, with a hand to each side, and he held her so as he bent to kiss her.
Softly. Gently. His lips barely pressing.
Though it was all he could do not to tear off clothes – his, hers, and fling them aside.
When her hands touched his hips, the low purr in his throat was new for him, as much a shock as the temperature of the water. He’d fucked a lot of women, but never purred. Shags did it, not orcs. It bewildered him.
When he ceased to kiss her, her eyes were wide and locked to his, yet...
She pulled away, took a small step back, sending the water swirling.
“Wait.” Hand palm-out, she cautioned him. “Is this me?”
What did that mean? Of course it was her. At the prospect of a potential mate escaping, his rut went into overdrive. Blood surged to his temples, his cock, his muscles, and he grabbed both shoulders to kiss her again, with force this time.
For a second, only a second, she struggled, and a squeak escaped her mouth before he covered it entirely. Her hand arrived on his cock and he felt her strive to pull down and strip away the camo suit. He undid the fastening one-handed while still kissing her, eating her mouth, consuming her.
The rut was bad. It fucked his brain, always did. Red-raw male desire. He would’ve fucked her anywhere, any way, any hole, if not for her apparent unwillingness. It helped him brake his lust, just a little.
Just...
Barely...
He broke the kiss again, curled his big hands around her waist.
“Hoss, I want to...”
Her scent magnified in his nostrils, overwhelming and fertile.
Seduction, who needed that? Growling, he stooped and grasped her neck with his teeth, careful not to tear her. Human female skin was delicate. Her hands wrapped over his horns where they merged with his scalp. When he lifted her higher, parted her thighs, and let his erect and freed cock push between her legs, her moans intensified.
His suspicion that she had no panties was proven correct. Her cunt felt slippery against his shaft. Her natural wetness had been partly washed away by the pool and he much preferred pure female cunt-juice.
He fake-fucked her a few times, not trying to get in, then swung himself and her in a one-eighty turn to place her on the pool’s edge, sitting with her feet dangling in the water. The damp skirt had rucked up, been caught between her bare ass and the stone on the pool’s rim.
Her pussy and slit were revealed.
Nothing wrong with savoring the sight, though his cock bobbed and ached some more. It wanted to plow in without so much as a please open up for me.
“Hoss?” Her hands tensed where they’d wrapped over the stone lip. Tensed, released.
The strained sound in her voice made him tear away his cuntward gaze and look at her face.
“Yes?” He cupped her breasts... “What is it?” He squeezed those full tits then nipped at the neckline with his teeth, dragging it past that point of no return where her breast simply had to pop out. Nuzzling her there should be next. Drool gathered in his mouth. “Yes?”
“I want –”
He lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked, nuzzled, licked her there, feeling her body muscles shift and stretch as she arched. Her little shudders and gasps prompted him to move in to let the head of his cock ease along her slit, searching for that entrance, for the give, the supreme wetness, to let it sink inside her. Second time having sex, so she’d be better, easier to fuck. Most of the bigger species, orcs, andurians, a few others, secreted substances that helped train the cunts of smaller females.
The stone-shifters called it basht.
Shags went for gushta.
Orcs called it basja, which translated as slut juice, and those exceptionally literate bastards were half his genetic material.
Given time with basja, he could fuck a teensy Old-Earth fairy, if those existed. Theoretically.
“Hoss.”
“What?” After slipping her top fully off her shoulders, Hoss gripped both her bared tits and, grunting, felt that first succulent give as she dilated around his cock.
He slid in...a full, amazing, and perfect inch. The pressure from her muscles held him spellbound.
Before she answered, he leaned away from her so he could see. A wondrous moment, to behold how his cock had merged with her body. Her legs spread wide, her slit swallowing his member. It was a magical trick he’d never tire of, and for this to be her, Ember...this awed him.
“Ember. Gods, Ember, look.”
Her head was back, her arms propped on the flagstones she sat on, her mouth open but no words came forth. She hadn’t reacted to his words, clearly too overcome by pleasure to speak, her mouth gaping and closing as she trembled through several breaths.
He took that as permission to fuck her deeper.
With both hands wrapped over and under her upper thighs, fingers digging in, his blunt claws embedded just enough for purchase, he held her still and rocked into her, watching and feeling for that movement, for the give.
A groan tore from him at the sight of her cunt lips parting as he slid further. Her pale wetness welled around where his immense cock and her pussy became one.
His flesh in her.
He was rooted in her like a tree trunk in the ground and wished he could remain so forever.