A claw dug against my pulse, and my eyes opened on another moan, mouth open wide to try and envelop as much of him as I could.

"I'll teach that throat to take me too, pet. I'll teach your lungs to wait for my pleasure."

I sank back onto the dildo, down past the stretch I'd already embraced, the orc's cock rubbing and now streaking my other cheek with richly fragrant precum. He pushed hard on my shoulders, and I cried out, eyes widened and body rocking as he forced me onto the next width of the dildo.

"Look down, pet," he growled.

I glanced down from the weeping head of his dark cock to see that there was only one width left to take, although the sight of my body stretched taut against its shape made the feat seem impossible.

To distract myself from the challenge, I surged back up, wrapping my mouth around the orc's cock, fixing my gaze to his as I worked myself on the dildo and sucked roughly. He rumbled, hips flexing forward just a bit, and this time, he sank in against my tongue slightly easier, my eagerness easing the shock of his girth.

"What a hungry pet," the orc rasped, and my whole body warmed at the praise, heat stirring and pooling in my cunt. "Untrained," he added, and now my blush was scorching.

The idea that I might be trained to please a man like the orc was so outrageous, so outside the world I'd retreated from for the week, that it made me feel as though I'd fallen out of my own life and into this moment—as much the orc's invention as it was mine, because the sharpness of reality made even the simplest of my fantasies vivid and electric.

I ignored my own protesting reflex and forced the orc's cock to the back of my throat, that fire in his eyes flaring.

"Suck, pet, swallow me."

The suggestion was impossible, but it made me sing around him, saliva slipping onto his skin the same way slick arousal now coated the dildo I fucked myself onto urgently. I tried to hollow my cheeks but he was already filling them, tried to pull him deeper into me but there was nowhere left to go. A warm thread of precum leaked down my throat, working like some kind of spell to halt the gagging. I whimpered at my own inability to do more than the remarkable act I'd already managed.

"Beg for my help," the orc murmured, the words twining around me in that strange, layered voice of his.