"When I’m done with you, I’ll make you ask for this cock inside, all your fears forgotten,” said the orc, pressed on top of me.

His eyes glistened as he stared into mine, his face so close that even in the dim light, I could see the lighter rings around his pupils. I could only imagine how fearful my eyes were looking back into his.

“Will there be pain?”

“Even if you feel pain, I promise it will only be for a mere second. I will make it feel good again,” he softly replied, shifting his body, and grinding his pelvis against my private parts.

"T-thank you," I stuttered at the feeling of his hips rolling against me.

Oh, heavens! This was just so…uncomfortable? Yes, it was.

Orvar laughed. “‘Thank you’ are two words I've never heard during the night… You’re already so grateful. I haven't even gotten to the good part yet...”

He lifted himself off me and sat up, kneeling. My eyes shot low, straight at that thing between his legs, still hanging out of his trousers. Or actually…rather than hanging, it stood up straight, pointing to the ceiling, rigid, and glistening at the tip.

"Let me get out of these damned pants first…" Orvar said before he sat on his ass and ripped off his trousers, revealing two muscular legs that flexed as he sat back on his knees again. To my surprise, he moved quite gracefully with such a large, bulky body.

He then crawled on top of me again, now just as naked as I was, his scarred body heated and hard. "But if I am completely honest with you, Gyda…” he whispered, nestling his lower body between my thighs. “I have to say that it takes all of my willpower not to ram my cock inside that warm, moist slit of yours,” he breathed hoarsely. “Knowing I will be the first cock in there, and knowing I will fill you not just now, but for months to come”—he let out a guttural growl—“it leaves me beyond excited…”

Before I could reply to that blunt confession, he kissed me again, tongue sweeping between my lips and tusks pressing against my cheeks. One of his large hands slid down, holding my hip, kneading it in his palms.

A part of me still felt strange about what was going on, but another part seemed to act out of instinct, leading me through this new experience. My hands inadvertently rested against his back, fingertips stroking over the edged scars on his skin while my mouth moved along with his as we kissed.

When Orvar’s hard flesh pressed at my entrance once more, I gasped, disconnecting our lips.

Was this uncomfortable? Or…was it better than my fantasies had been?

His mouth traced a trail down my neck, his lips soft and warm and tingling my skin. I panted, feeling increasingly dizzy and hot as his tongue licked slowly and warm, continuing to trace the path down to my breasts. There, he pushed and circled that black tongue against my nipples and I felt a rush of tingles inside, fluttering underneath my navel.

“Oh!” I breathed out when he sucked at one of my nipples, trapping the bud between his lips, making it harder. Now, the flutters inside of me traveled all the way to the place his hardness was touching, and my thighs clenched against his cock. I squeezed my eyes tight, not able to look at him greedily sucking on my painfully hard nipples. The sight was almost obscene, yet it made my body throb in more than one place.

I was breathless, and even though the man had just washed me, I felt myself sweating again, my body heating when his hand pressed against the mound between my legs. One of his fingers began to explore, rubbing and slithering over the folds, setting my body on fire.

"Orvar…" I panted, only focussing on that feeling down there. There was no pain and I realized he was stroking me with that one clawless finger of his.

"What is it, woman?" he murmured around my nipples while his finger kept moving, drawing wet circles. “Does this not please you?”

“‘I feel so h-hot,” I replied, that fluttering feeling now running rampant in my gut and lower regions. “But it p-pleases”—I gasped—”it pleases me…yes. Yes! Don’t stop…”

It was amazing. Definitely better than my fantasies had been!

“Loyal, brave, honorable, grateful. And an honest woman, too.” Orvar growled. Suddenly, that finger reached further, gently pushing between the lips, delving inside. I choked at the sudden intrusion. It felt uncomfortable, but only for a moment. “I told you I’d make you so slick…” he mumbled against my stomach. “I would slide right in,” he added, mouth beneath my navel now, kissing lower and lower. “And my cock will do the same in a minute. But first, I can’t deny myself tasting these sweet, ripe juices...”

Wait. Tasting? I snapped my eyes open and raised my head to look at him. Orvar was staring straight at my intimate parts, his finger still inside.

Did he really mean that he would…?

“You c-can’t—” I stuttered, my heart rate speeding up. “You cannot do that!”

To do such a thing was surely vulgar and appalling and forbidden.

“I can. I will,” he answered, locking his gaze with mine before that black tongue came stretching out of his mouth, dripping with saliva.

I released a choked-off gasp when he pressed it against me—his eyes never breaking eye contact—and licked from where his finger was nestling, all the way up.

“Oh!” I threw my head to the back, arching my body into the fur bedding when he repeated the action, plunging his tongue between my lips before his mouth and tongue started sucking and slurping while his finger kept thrusting, sinking deeper.

The moans spilling from my lips and the wet noises coming from his, were embarrassing, but my shame only lasted for a little moment. Because whatever he was doing felt so damn good. Too damn good. The sensations of his rough, big, lapping tongue were almost too much to handle.

There was a certain pressure building down there, and it was not only coming from his finger inside. It was something deeper. Something divine. Something that made me suck in sharper breaths.

“You are ready for me,” Orvar said, abruptly pulling his finger and mouth away.

Ready? No, I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know where the end of all this was, or what he was doing to me in the first place, but I knew I wasn’t ready!

“Ready?” I asked while glaring at the orc.

His gray face was all wet and shimmery, making me feel a pang of shame again.

While he wiped away the moisture on his lips, Orvar crawled back up to my body. “I will give you more pleasure,” he replied. “But I can only do that once my cock is inside of you because I want you to cry in pleasure when I do so that your sheath will suck greedily and harvest all of my seed,” he whispered. “So, tell me what you want, woman, and I shall oblige.”

He gave another roll of his hips, his hardness forcing its way between my folds, rubbing its scorching hot tip against me. But he didn’t press inside as he had with his finger. He only rubbed, and waited, kissing my neck and smelling my hair, while his caressing brought back that divine feeling in my belly, my insides melting together.

Fuck, it felt so good.

This was it. This was the moment! It was time to receive what I came for. And I wasn’t scared anymore, because this all had been so much more than I thought it would be.

I took a big breath and nodded. “Do it,” I answered, instinctively opening my legs and pressing against him, spreading myself as wide as I could. “Fill me. Breed me,” I added, whispering.

“Holy fuck,” Orvar grunted while his body shuddered on top of me. “This order stirs me,” he said, panting. ”Please, take a breath for me.”

“Okay.”

Right as I inhaled like he’d ordered me to, he pushed forward, sliding his rock-hard cock inside. It made me cry out in discomfort. I think I just scratched his skin open with my nails, my fingers still digging into his back as Orvar waited, lying still on top of me with that massive body of his.

“Are you bearing it?” he asked, his voice deep and hoarse.

It had hurt when he entered me, but the pain didn’t last long, just like he’d promised. “Y-yes,” I replied with little breath. I felt so full and stretched open that I could only focus on those feelings.

“Good, Gyda,” he whispered.

The way he pronounced my name again made me shudder.

“You're just”—I gasped for breath once more—”a l-lot.”

He groaned. “You sucked me right inside as if my cock belongs in this warm embrace and nowhere else,” he panted and almost pulled out, only to shove back inside. “Believe me in that—fuck!” he whispered into my ear before repeating the motion.

Nothing seemed to exist anymore. Only this. This orc and me. And these impure yet delicious feelings he gave me.

“You wish for it?” he panted into my ear while my own whimpers and cries echoed around the room. “Do you wish for my seed inside?”

“Yes, yes,” I all but begged.

His warm, sweaty body was suddenly lifted from mine. I opened my eyes and found him on his knees, cock still inside my slit, his gigantic hands wrapped around my waist while his hips rammed into me.

“Wrap around me,” he ordered, one hand now pulling at my thigh, his nails lightly scraping my skin before a softer finger found its way to that one divine spot on my body again, and started massaging.

His invading hardness stabbed even deeper, pushing all the air out of my lungs and a loud moan was the only sound that left my throat as I quickly wrapped both my legs around him.

My heart raced. Everything inside of me pounded. Pressure and pleasure bubbled with every thrust and touch.

“Take it, woman. Take it now,” Orvar growled, and through my blurry vision, I saw him throwing his head back while he slammed into me, harder than before, his body shuddering, and his cock trembling and throbbing deep inside.

I couldn’t breathe anymore and was struck by lightning and by waves of pleasure—and possibly seed—that came washing over me. Into me. It was almost painful yet unbearably good; the feeling running from my head to my toes and back.

I felt his warm body pressed against me once again, heavier than before, as he lay panting on top of me, his hard flesh still inside.

“How are you?” Orvar asked after a bit.

“Full,” I replied, making him laugh.

“Full is good…” he answered. “And you will be full for months to come, growing daily.”

“It feels…a little strange,” I said.

“What feels strange?”

“Everything. This feeling. And the thought that I will have a baby inside soon… And I’m tired, yet heated and alive.” I closed my eyes.

A second later, Orvar rolled us around, so it was me who lay on top of him, still impaled and so full I could hardly move.

“Hm,” Orvar grumbled after some time as he softly lifted my hips. “I can pull out now.”

“Okay, I correct myself…” I said drowsily after he’d slipped out and I felt his seed flowing. “That felt even stranger.”

He placed me down and lay next to me, all warm and moist against my skin, while his orc essence came oozing out of me, dripping down my legs. I didn’t care about that, though. I was only tired and lying with this huge, monstrous orc felt so good.

“Sleep now, Gyda,” he whispered.

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Notes: It was quite challenging to write from the POV of a clueless virgin. (Can’t really use words like orgasm and cum and stuff like that, 'cause she was literally clueless about everything. And I wanted it to be kinda realistic and not ideal where she would suddenly know everything about pleasing herself or him. Anyway, so much for these after words, lol. Andddd here are some censored Orvar pics for you that a 3d maker made for me. I think you know where to find them with his cock visible, hehehe

Still missing his pit hair though, hahaha, and his tongue isn't ready either, but I wanted to show his teeth.