I opened my mouth to try and sort out what it was I was trying to ask for, but he spoke again. "No, I see. You want to be my little pet," he said, voice lowering to a rumble. Dull, hard tips of claws peeked out from his fingertips on my hip and dug in, drying my mouth. His free hand reached up and grabbed at my hair, tugging slightly and capturing me in his hold, rough and firm, offering me no choice but to be a captive in his grip.

My heart began to drum.

"You want to serve me," he continued in that wonderfully low, vibrating tone. "You're too small for my cock, pet, so something must stretch you. But if you don't like my fingers—"

"I like them fi—"

"Hush," he snarled, and I gasped, a perverse and giddy joy rising in me as he twisted the fist in my hair, a little bite of pain in the burn of my scalp. "You do as I say now."

Yes, a soft voice in my head sighed.

I pressed my lips shut and nodded.

"Good pet," he said with a huff, and I thought I saw his lips twitch, but it was too dark to tell for certain. His hand on my hip patted me and then reached up, yanking the chains and making me yelp as they tightened, leaving me now barely touching the floor, the stretch intense, aching, satisfying. "Stay," he added, shaking me by my hair slightly, then releasing me and sinking back into the shadows.

My breaths came fast again, my cunt hot and breasts aching to be touched. "Master?" I called weakly, wavering on my toes and my eyes digging through the dark, strangely convinced I was seeing more movement than ought to be there.

"Needy little thing," the orc's voice growled from the dark.

I held my breath till he reappeared from the shadows, sighing as that golden gaze glinted at me. And then the object in his right hand caught the light, glistening slickly, and my eyes widened.

"What is—"

"You don't want my fingers," the orc said, throwing a pillowed platform to the floor at my feet and waving the ridiculously large and tapered dildo in his hand, clearly well lubricated. The head was a normal size, but it grew significantly larger down its length into a thoroughly intimidating fist bulb at the base.

"I didn't say I didn't—Mphm!"

Two thick fingers were stuffed into my mouth, dull claws catching my tongue and pinning it down. He tasted clean, a little salty, and my mouth sucked on his digits automatically, eagerly. Warmth bloomed in my core under his gaze.

"You need to be stretched. Show me you can be good and ready yourself for me. Get this wet with your cunt down to the base," he said, waving the dildo in my face. "And get me slick with your mouth down to my root, pet."