Page 37 of Orc's Pride

I gasp again once that tongue enters me, thrusting in and out in a rhythmic motion that had an orgasm already screeching to send me over.

“Oh gods!” I grip the grass at my hips, not wanting to move for fear that it would cause him to stop.

It only has him doubling down though as his grip on my thighs tightens, holding me in place as he works his tongue inside of me. I can’t help but want to buck my hips against hismouth, wanting more pressure there as he licks me completely clean of my fluids.

“Pitha… Pitha, please…!”

He sits back with a groan, his nose nuzzling against my clit. “I love you begging, Dana. I want you to beg more.”

My legs shake, my orgasm so close that my eyes are watering.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please!” I’m so desperate that I’ll do anything for it. “Please, Pitha!”

“Yes, Dana.” he swipes his tongue up me one more time, shattering me

I come so hard that my legs snap closed around his shoulders. I shake from the force of it, my hips rocking as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it. It crashes into me over and over again with no end in sight.

To the point where tears run down my cheeks and euphoria sends me to another plain of existence.

I collapse back onto the ground when it’s finally over, letting my legs fall apart again. Pitha takes his mouth off of me with a soft ‘pop’ and sits back onto his feet, rubbing my thighs.

“You are beautiful when you come, Dana. I mean that.”

As I catch my breath, my mind clears slowly.

Fuck… what am I doing?

I hear his clothes ruffling and look over to see him undoing the laces at his waist.

Shit, I can’t sleep with him. What am I even doing letting him go down on me? He could be a part of the orcs helping the dark elves.

As if sensing my panic, Pitha pauses and lifts his head to look at me.

“Dana? Are you alright?”

I kick his hands away from me and quickly roll over onto my hands and knees.

“Dana?”

Before he has a chance to grab me and haul me back down, I get to my feet and collect my clothing.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this.” I say, stuffing my foot into my pant leg. “I can’t, Pitha.”

“What did I do?”

My heart yearns to tell him ‘nothing’ even though I know it will only complicate things if I stay to talk to him. My judgment is so clouded right now that if I do try to explain myself, nothing is going to make sense anyway.

So I might as well go and put space between us.

“Dana.”

I shove my shirt over my head and stuff my feet into my shoes.

“Don’t.”