The Story of a Lifetime Ch. 08

There, with his cock inside of me and his thumb rubbing me and his face screwed up with concentration as he focused on pleasing me... I was in heaven.

And Davor, true to form, took me right to the edge.

"Oh, Davor," I moaned as I found myself suddenly plummeting over the line. "Yes, just like... yes. Oh."

I came then, the intensity of the sensations taking me by surprise as heady pleasure poured into me from multiple directions. I slammed down onto him, driving his cock deep inside of me to bump against my cervix, my inner seal, and trapping his hand between us. I couldn't speak, could hardly think, but found myself panting like a dog as I ground myself against his palm, adding more sensation to the fire.

My second orgasm of the night washed through me like a wildfire, and left me aching and tingly. I slumped forward until I was lying flat against him, my breasts squashed against his flesh somewhere between abs and pectorals.

"Good gods," I whispered, running a hand along the side of his face. The stubble was tickly against my palm, and I liked how masculine it made him feel.

"You haven't seen anything yet," he told me and, in one smooth motion, he rolled us sideways. I giggled and gasped as we almost fell off the side of the small bed, but Davor caught us and dragged us back towards the middle. Now he was above me again, still situated between my thighs. He had slid out of me during the move, and he held his slick cock in hand, slowly stroking it as I watched.

"Are you ready for more?"

My only answer was to arch my back and tilt my hips up at him while I spread my legs wider. I was presenting myself fully, spreading out and showing off, and he did not decline my invitation.

He wasted no time, immediately lining himself up with my aching need, and pushing into me. I groaned as I felt his long cock slide into me once more.

"Davor," I whispered. I couldn't come up with a single more clever thing to say right at that moment than his name. As soon as he was fully inside of me he was already moving again, sliding backwards and pushing back in, remorselessly. "Oh, Davor."

I sighed as he impaled me again, more forcefully this time. He kissed me once more, and I tasted his lust on his breath as he fucked me. His hips bumped into my inner thighs with each deep thrust into me. His cock bumped into my inner wall with each motion, but he held back enough that it wasn't uncomfortable. On his next motion, I lifted my hips as he slid into me, bringing our bodies together with even more force.

Davor took my cue, my unspoken request, and picked up the pace. He pressed into me again, again, and I moaned in pleasure at the feeling of his shaft sliding along my slick walls.

The room quickly filled with the sounds of our lovemaking: an orchestra of pleasure. I was so wet that the movement of his cock sliding into my pussy made a wet sound. Our bodies made a faint slapping noise as they came together faster and harder. Between that percussion was our intermittent sighs and groans, although I couldn't tell whose throat they were coming from anymore.

"More," I asked. The noise was almost lost as our mouths pressed together, but still he complied.

Davor thrust faster, spurred on by my words in his ear and my legs wrapping around the back of his. I used my thighs to both drag him closer to me again and again, and as an anchor to bring my body against his. I don't know if we were moving with the perfect synchronicity of trained dancers, or if we were both just rutting as hard and as fast as we could. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the feeling of our bodies together, the feeling of his muscles pressed against my chest, his arms around me, his cock sliding into me again and again.

He shifted his arms, and I yelped playfully as he half-scooped me, sliding one of his arms under my ass and the other under my shoulders. I was completely enwrapped by his arms as we fucked. My ass was tilted up even higher now, and it felt like somehow he was going even deeper, though I doubted that was possible.

Davor was holding me so tight that there was nowhere to go. But then, there was nowhere else in the world I would have wanted to be than in his arms, spread out on his cock.

"Mm," I moaned as he thrust into me again and again. I felt a soothing warmth sweep down my limbs, leaving a delicious tingle behind it - not a climax, but a pleasurable release of tension. I felt my muscles go loose and relaxed as that sweet sensation coursed over my body.

"Amaranthea," he grunted. The way he said my name sent chills down my spine and made me feel like every inch of skin on my body was flushed. It sounded so good in his mouth. His face was beside mine, and his hot breath on my ear only made the sensations better. "Amy... Can I... inside of you?"

Davor's voice was strained, and his breathing was fast. I'd lost track of everything, but it seemed after me having orgasmed twice, it was finally his turn. "Yes," I moaned. "Yes, gods yes."

His breathing in my ear picked up slightly as his muscles clenched around me. He must have been holding himself back for a while, holding off on his pleasure until he had my permission. He clutched me harder, almost enough to suffocate me as he thrusted even more vigorously against me. Into me.

The feeling of his cock pushing into me over and over came with a wet slapping sound of our bodies meeting, a new chord in our symphony.

I squeezed him right back, on the outside with my arms and my legs wrapped around him, and on the inside with a clenched muscle that pushed him over the edge. I'd been practising squeezing with that muscle since I'd had Davvie.

"Gods," he grunted, and I felt him tense fully. Not just outside of me, where the hard planes of his labourer's muscles were flexed, but deep inside of me. His cock swelled, and I sighed in almost delirious pleasure at the feeling of him getting even bigger inside of me, and a hot anticipation for the feeling of his coming climax.

Davor drove his cock into me as it flexed, then did it again. He ground his hips forward until his head pressed so deep against me that it almost hurt, and finally found his release. My sigh of pleasure turned into a squeaking moan as I felt a wash of heat as the first wave of explosion of his liquid pleasure doused me.

Thick, hot liquid splashed into me, coating the walls of my cunt as we groaned together.

He pulled back mere inches before pushing forward again, shoving himself home, and another heavy rope of his seed splashed and splattered my cervix. His mouth was pressed against my shoulder so hard that some distant part of my mind worried that his tusks would break my skin, but most of me was just lost in the feeling of his pulsating release inside of me.

He pushed his hips against my thighs as I squeezed and milked him, like he was trying to slide even deeper. But there was nowhere left to go, he was buried in my deepest depths as his throbbing cock unleashed another stream of cum. I couldn't help but sigh in pleasure again as the heat of his orgasm seemed to infuse my body.

In over two years of celibacy, I had missed the feeling of a man finding his pleasure inside of me the most. Especially Davor, with the way he would just keep going and going.

Even now he twitched again, his shaft flexing in me and pushing out another splash of cum, and another. I felt liquid pooling in me and around me, squeezing out of where we were connected to dribble down my ass-crack and stain the bed. I was glad of the protection amulet that was wedged between us, plastered against my sweaty chest. All this cum, all these throbbing waves of his seed he was pumping into me... if I wasn't protected, I would probably have walked away pregnant. Again.

Each successive wave of seed was probably smaller than the last now, but I couldn't tell anymore. All I could feel was the rhythmic pulse, pulse, pulse of his cock convulsing in time with our synchronised heartbeats, and the flow of delicious heat from his body into mine.

Davor held me tight as he shuddered, his shaft twitching in me as his orgasm finally slowed to a stop. His body convulsed once or twice more, and then we were still.

We didn't speak then, not for a while. He loosened his grip enough that I could breathe, and we held each other just like that as we caught our breath.

After a time, he lifted his head enough that he could look at me with a big dopey grin. His eyes travelled my face, like he was trying to memorise every line and pore.

"Yeah," I said. "It was pretty good for me, too."

He chuckled, and each motion of his stomach made his other muscles shift. His shaft moved slightly, and I felt more liquid burble out of me.

That got me laughing, which set him off properly. For a few minutes we just laughed together, still in the same position with his body around and inside of mine, my body wrapped around him. With each laugh, more liquid slid out, and I knew there would be an ungodly pool of our combined liquids all over my pussy, my thighs, my ass... not to mention the bed.

"I'm going to have to sleep in this mess," I told him in mock sternness, and we both laughed some more.

"I could sleep in it, too," he offered. "Then we'll both be messy."

We both stopped laughing then, as his words set in. His gaze held mine, allowing no escape and no closing up - he was reading everything I was feeling, and vice-versa.

"I'd like to share a bed with you," he went on. "And a house, if you want it. A life, too. With you and Junior."

This wasn't just another quick one-and-done for him, he wanted me, wanted our son. He wanted a life together.

"Yes." What more was there to say?

"Well, good then," he said with a nod. "But before all that, let me get you a cloth or something."

He stood up quickly, his softening cock falling out of me with the motion. I felt a thick dribble of fluid roll down my body, and managed to hold back another fit of laughter.

"Maybe a full-sized towel," I suggested, and that got us laughing again.

Mazon got back with Davor Junior probably two hours later. By the time he gruffly knocked on our door, Davor and I had already cleaned up, gotten halfway dressed, had sex again, and cleaned up again.

I opened the door to let the two orcs (or rather, the orc and the half-orc) in. Mazon's eyes flicked down my body and back up, taking in the flush in my cheeks, the different set of clothes I'd changed into, and the fact that my hair was still wet from a bath I had just taken to get the mess off. That second time, Davor had finished outside of my body, and everything between my hair and my chest had ended up very messy indeed... that man could cum like a faucet.

"Was a good night, then?" Mazon asked, grinning.

"Goodnight," Junior agreed. But I think he meant it in the going-to-bed sense, if him rubbing his half-lidded eyes was anything to go by.

"You're all ready for bed, little mister?" I asked Davvie as I crouched in front of him. He just gave a nod, too sleepy to talk any more than that. "Well, let's get you into some sleeping clothes and wash those teeth of yours first."

Davor and Mazon stepped aside, chatting quietly in the guttural and consonant-heavy orcish tongue, while I washed Junior's face and cleaned his teeth. He wasn't cooperative tonight, but didn't fight either, evidently pretty pooped out from riding around with Mazon all day... uncle Mazon, maybe?

I settled Davvie on the bed under the fresh sheets, and turned in time to see Mazon give me a nod in farewell. Us two remaining adults managed to squeeze onto the bed, with me holding Davor Junior, and Davor Senior holding me.

A heavy hand rested on my hip, and I half-turned my head to look back at Davor. "Not while Davvie's in the room..."

"No sex in front of our kid," he agreed. "I just wanted to touch you."

"Well," I said with a contented sigh and a wiggle. "That's okay, then."

I slept even more soundly that night, which I hadn't thought was even possible. But what can I say, Davor had worn me out but good. I was glad for the restful sleep, because we set out quite early in the morning.

The orcs' cart was laden with some new goods and pulled by two big destriers, with my smaller nag attached to the back by a longer rein. There was only room for two on the cart's front bench, or three if you counted a little half-orc munchkin sitting on your lap, so we took turns sitting on the back of the cart or lying against sacks of potatoes.

It was three days and two nights of travel before we got to the northernmost orcish community, the central hub of the First Fire clan.

A handful of muscular, dangerous-looking orcish patrolmen (as well as a few patrolwomen) met us at the outskirts, eagerly chatting with their returning kin as they rode alongside us. It seemed like way more security than a single cart worth of goods deserved, but Davor translated snippets of conversation for me, and I gathered that the clan had had some violent conflict with another recently.

I tried not to let the worry show on my face, for fear of Davvy picking up on it, but Davor assured me the conflict was well and truly dealt with. What settled my nerves even more was seeing the first glimpse of their hold. It sported tall wooden walls, made of stout logs sharpened to high points, and was surrounded with a dug ditch a good seven or eight feet across.

We had already passed orcish farms, which remarkably like any other farm I'd ever seen, and a few isolated cabins, but this was the true heart of the clan lands. "Welcome home," Davor told our son and I, gesturing in a broad motion to the impressive walled city. "Home of the First Fire."

Davor gave me another scare when he suddenly leapt off the still-moving cart as it passed the gates. He ran to greet another small group of orcs and... what looked like a human woman.

I, being less testosterone-filled and therefore less crazy, waited for the cart to stop before I got off. I promised Mazon I would help unload, but he just made a kind of dismissive grunt and accepted the help of a few idle hands nearby. I shrugged, then hurried to where Davor was and the small group were waiting.

"Everyone," he told the four people, "this is Amaranthea. And this is my son, Davor Junior."

"Holy hells," one of the others, a male slightly taller than Davor and sporting a spear across his back, grunted before offering me his hand in a very Amellan greeting, "I didn't think you were real. But here you are. You look exactly the way he described."

"Davor talked much about you," an old woman said as the big guy shook my hand. I did a double-take at her, having never seen an elderly orc before. Nor a female orc up close, for that matter. Mostly, my experience with orcs was limited to Davor, Ausk, and Mazon. "He told the story of your meeting over and over."

The old man commented something in orcish, and all five of them laughed at whatever his comment was, even the human. I felt a blush spreading down from the tips of my ears, suddenly worried Davor had disclosed all the details of our meeting.

"Don't worry," the human woman told me, and beamed a bright smile at me. She was a little bit shorter than me, but had wiry and toned arms uncovered by her soft white dress. Her face was plain, but pretty, and something about her struck me as honest. Decent. Her pretty dress and visibly very pregnant belly added a softness to her to contrast the hardness of her muscles. "Nothing embarrassing or rude, he just brought you up a few times."

"A few times a day, more like," the male beside her said, putting an arm over her shoulder in a way that was comfortable and familiar. The father, I assumed. His comment earned some more laughter from most of the group.

"I'm Eve," she told me, "and this is my husband Bolarr, our chief hunter. And these two are Urzul and Zarod." With the last two names she gestured at the elderly male and female.

"Amaranthea," I told her unnecessarily. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"And likewise," she said with a bright grin, stepping out from under Bolarr's hand to link her arm through mine. "Oh, it's going to be nice to have another northerner around. It'll be so good to have someone to share news from back home. And talk about culture shock with. And tell stories about the orc boys and their big..."

"I can tell we are going to get along just fine," I said with a grin, happy at how familiarly she was already treating me.

Davor half-jogged to get ahead of us. "Follow me, Amy. I'll show you to our home."

"Home?" Davvy asked, his little hand firmly in mine as we walked.

"That's right," I told him. "We're home."