Finn
The sounds of orcs bellowing behind me as I crash through the dense underbrush cuts through the night, carried on the cool breeze.
What the fuck was I doing? This entire hunt was optional. I could have been back by the fire, eating a turkey leg and having a pint. But no, I'd decided to play hard to get and now I was running through the dark woods.
Being chased by a pack of orcs. And hoping that my orc was the one to find me. He better fucking find me before one of the others does or I'm going to kill him.
If I don't die first.
They could have at least cut a few paths in the woods, hung up a marker in the trees or something. From what I knew, orcs could see pretty well in the dark, but I definitely could not. Even with the full moon flickering between the trees, it was still dark as hell.
Which is why I tripped over a root and went flying headfirst into a bush.
My entire upper half was stuck in the prickly plant, my feet hanging a few inches off the ground. "Just great," I grumble as I try and get loose. "First you tease the damn orc, then you join an orgy hunt and basically serve herself up to the first orc to find you. Nice going, Finn."
"Am I interrupting?" Calla's amused voice asks from behind me. "Should I leave and come back later?"
"Don't you dare!" I plead. "Get me out of here!" I wiggle my legs trying to get enough momentum to get free, but it's no use.
"I don't know," she muses. "I could just leave you there and bring your orc to you. I'm sure he'd enjoy the sight."
"Fuck you!"
She laughs, "that's your mates job. But I will help you."
Her hands circle my ankles and with a single tug, I land on my ass in the dirt. "Thanks," I mutter, looking up at her shadowy figure before picking myself up and brushing the dirt off my ass.
"You should be more careful," she tells me. "The orcs are very protective of their mates and they can get a little... reactive when we get hurt. Brunk once locked me in a padded room when I tripped over a loose board in our house. He wouldn't let me out until he'd redone the entire floor."
"We aren't made of glass," I deadpan.
In the dim light I see her shrug, "compared to them we are." There's a bellowing and she laughs, "you should get running. Brunk has found me and I wouldn't necessarily want to witness what happens next. Or stay and do, I don't care."
There's a rustling next to us and a large figure emerges from the trees, "Calla."
"Hey big guy," she says softly.
He moves towards her, his breathing heavy and quick, "you didn't make it hard for me this year."
"Had to help a friend," she answers easily. To me she says, "you'll find your orc a half mile to the east. Good luck, Finn."
I don't answer her as I turn to what is hopefully east and start making my way through the woods, trying to ignore the sounds of laughter and grunting behind me.
I go slowly this time, placing my feet carefully and trailing my hands along the trees until I come out into a clearing. There's a small stream gurgling through it, the moonlight reflecting off of it in silvery sparkles. Long grass waves softly in the breeze and I walk out into it, letting it brush my palms.
I stop at the stream, getting a quick drink before staring up the stars. They seemed clearer out here, brighter. I breathe deeply, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time, and almost forgetting about the ridiculous hunt.
Until a gentle hand touches my shoulder and an even gentler voice says, "caught you."
I glance behind me at Kruk, his chest barely moving as he breathes, his tusks shining in the moonlight. Now that I somewhat know him, I can't believe that I ever thought he was a brute who would ravish me without a second thought.
Speaking of...
"Is this the part where you toss me to the ground and have your way with me?" I ask, only partly joking. I hadn't exactly thought about what would happen when or if he did catch me. And now that the time was here, I wasn't sure what I wanted him to do.
"Is that what you want?" He asks softly, his hand moving from my shoulder to my face.
I lean into his hand as I whisper, "I don't know."
He sinks to his knees, pulling me into his lap and cradling me, "you don't have to know. We can just stay here and watch the stars until dawn."
"You'd do that?" I ask, genuinely curious. "After I've been teasing you all night?"
"Yes," he answers easily. "I do not want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or to make you dislike me. I want you to want me in your own time, not because a silly tradition demands it."
I turn in his lap so that I'm straddling him, my hands going to his large chest, "and if I wanted to do some things but not actually have sex?"
"I will do whatever you want," he says firmly. "Whatever you are comfortable with."
My hands go up to his tusks, gripping them firmly, "how does kissing work with these?"
"Would you like to find out?" He asks hopefully.
"Yes," I answer without hesitation. He tries to lean forward, but my grip on his tusks stops him, "I told you, I don't bottom. I'm in charge."
"Yes sir," he says quickly, his hands going to my hips.
I can't stop the grin that dances over my lips, "I like the sound of that."
Leaning forward slowly, I keep my grip on his tusks, moving his head slightly to where I want it before gently skating my lips across his. I'd expected his lips to be rough, but they weren't. They were soft, almost like velvet and scorching hot as if he'd just dunked his face in boiling water.
His hands tighten on my hips at the slight contact and I kiss him again, enjoying the way he was holding me. This time I kiss him harder, moving my lips against his slowly, setting the pace and dominating it.
I kiss him like that for a few moments before my tongue flicks out and goes to his bottom lip, caressing it and when he finally opens his mouth, I slip it inside and find his tongue.
His ribbed tongue.
I explore the grooves of his tongue as we kiss, wondering what else has ribs on it when I get my answer in the form of his very large erection rubbing between my legs.
Pulling back, I tease, "someone is needy."
"I need only you," he gasps. "Your touch, your scent, your taste. Let me taste you, please little mate."
My answer is to push his head back, his body following until he's laying on his back. I sit on his chest and put one foot on either side of his head before kicking them off one by one and then standing up and very slowly unlacing my pants.
My pants fall down and onto his face, and I swear I hear him breathe in a long slow breath.
Kicking them aside, I stand above him naked from the waist down. While I may have been born into the wrong body, I'm no stranger to using it for my own pleasure.
Would I rather have a cock that can be sucked and fucked? Absolutely. But in this instance, I like to think it can't be that different of a sensation.
I'm about to kneel down when he growls, "turn around. I want a view of your perfect ass as I eat you."
I chuckle but do as he demands. It would be the only time I'd be doing as he orders, so I figured I'd let him have this.
Lowering myself down, I situate myself on top of his face, his tongue seeking me out before I'm even fully seated. Almost immediately, I'm gripping his tusks to keep myself from falling forward as his textured tongue works on me.
I'd had people eat me before, but never with this sort of enthusiasm and hunger.
He makes quick work of me, licking and tongue fucking me until my legs are shaking and squeezing his head, while my grip on his tusks had to be uncomfortable.
But still he ate like I was his last meal on this planet, and considering he still hasn't come up for air, I just might be.
My moans echo through the clearing, swirling around us as I climb higher and higher towards that's sweet release, and just when I think I can't take anymore, his tongue runs from my front all the way up and through my ass cheeks, his tongue stroking my asshole before going back to my front.
He does this several time, the new sensation only adding to the building pressure in my lower half, until finally, all the tension leaves my body in a wave of pure euphoria.
I fall forward onto his chest as he laps up my cum, his chest rumbling under me. His large erection stands in front of me and I look back at him, "I want to watch you please yourself," I tell him as I struggle to get my breathing under control.
"You do?" He asks curiously, tearing his mouth away from me.
I nod, "I do. And then I want you to fuck me with the hands that made you cum."
"Yes sir," he says almost breathlessly.
His hands immediately go to his cock, stroking himself quickly and harshly. "Slower," I order him. "Take your time with it, I'm not going anywhere."
His hands slow down and I watch every stroke, grind and caress he makes on his giant cock. I may need to know what he likes later on, if I'm feeling generous and if he begs.
Although I had to admit, watching him pleasure himself was making me incredibly horny and I just know that he knows it.
I wonder what it would feel like if I let him fuck me with it. No male ever had, I wouldn't, couldn't, risk a pregnancy. But just because a man has never fucked me, didn't mean I wasn't accustomed to taking a cock every once in a while.
The whores in town will overlook any kink if you pay them enough. And I paid them very nicely. Sometimes go teach me, sometimes to fuck me and sometimes to let me fuck them.
So no, I was no virgin by any means, but as I look at Kruk's cock, I begin to wonder how that would ever fit inside me. It must not be a problem if Calla has had three kids with an orc.
Reaching out, I trace my fingers down his shaft, the velvety skin hot and hard under my fingers. He shudders under me as I explore him, his hands still working his cock.
Despite me telling him to go slow, he cums quickly, his cum dripping over his cock like a waterfall of hot liquid, dripping over his hands.
He rubs his cum along his cock, wringing out every last drop before grabbing me and moving me from his chest. Suddenly I'm on my back, Kruk laying beside me, his large fingers dipping into my wetness and stroking every inch of me.
The moan that escapes me doesn't sound like my usual ones. This one sounds like a kitten, needy and wanting. His lips brush mine, his finger slipping into me, stretching me around him.
His fingers work expertly, and despite what I'd said earlier, apparently I did bottom.