Lyon and the Orc Pt.4
This story is set in a world not unlike ours. However, humans share the planet with another species, the orcs. The two peoples waged frequent wars on one another in the past, but peace has now reigned for over one hundred years and they live in relative harmony. Old prejudices die hard, however, and not everyone approves of the two races intermingling, making relationships come under frequent strain.
"What time is it...?" I stretched my weary body, squinting against the morning sunlight filtering through the drawn curtains.
I felt the mattress sink down beside me and two heavy arms drawing me against a wall of muscle beside me. "It's early still, you can sleep in some more..." My lover whispered with his face buried in my neck.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the warm presence behind me. "Then why are you awake?" I mumbled, half asleep still.
"No reason, but I like watching you sleep." I smiled and drew Grash's arms tighter around me.
When I opened my eyes once more, the time had passed. I was faced with the unfamiliar sensation of two weeks with nothing to do. Having worked every Saturday and Sunday for months, I'd hardly been home except to sleep. Finally, the big project I had been assigned to work on was finished, and I could take a well-earned vacation.
I'd debated Grash for weeks over where we should go, the orc wanted to go hiking but I was more inclined to spend my days lying on a beach. "Can an orc even get a tan?" I'd asked him over dinner once. He'd burst out laughing, nearly coughing up the wine we were drinking. "It's just that I've never actually seen much diversity in skin colour, sorry if it's a stupid question!" I laughed with him.
"If you so badly want to spend a week lying on the sand and soaking up the sun we can do that, and you'll get a first-hand account..." Grash winked at me.
Three weeks later, we had rented a private bungalow in Hawaii, surrounded by nothing but ocean and palm trees. Today felt like the first day of the rest of our lives.
Grash had fallen asleep once more, sprawled out on the bed with the covers draped over his midsection. I rose from the bed and spent a moment admiring the view. His skin had a light sheen of sweat, I'd have to remember to turn up the air conditioning.
I walked through the empty house, floorboards creaking beneath my feet. The resort we stayed at was advertised as catering to "open-minded couples", which in real-world terms meant that we were far from the only Orc/Human couple on the island. All the services the resort provided were adjusted as such, a fact that became evident the moment I opened the fridge. We'd paid extra to have food delivered, and the amount provided was nothing short of ludicrous.
Grabbing eggs, bacon and juice, I set about making breakfast for the two of us. While frying the bacon, I heard heavy thuds of footsteps behind me.
"We should have brought that apron with us..." Grash said and wrapped his arms around me.
I laughed while flipping the slices of bacon around. "Knowing this resort there's probably something like it in the gift shop!"
Grash leaned down and rested his head on my shoulder. "We ought to get something like it then, you know I enjoy seeing you wear it..." His hands wandered down my naked abdomen, casually groping at my exposed body. "You know what I noticed yesterday?"
"What?" I took the frying pan off the stove and turned around. Grash had me cornered against the stove, leaning down with his arms on either side of my body.
"There aren't any other houses around here..." I raised an eyebrow, smiling at him. "We can do whatever we want, and no one would know." Before the day was through, he'd be sure to test exactly what he could get away with in that respect. I leaned forward and crushed my lips to his. Putting two hands on his chest, I pushed him away slowly.
"You can put that to the test later, I need some breakfast..." I took the plates of food I'd laid out and carried them outside. The sun was already high in the sky, bathing the island in the sweltering Pacific heat. The house had a set of tables and chairs outside, thankfully shaded by a large umbrella. I grabbed a shirt I'd left outside the day earlier, trying to preserve some modesty, and sat down.
"Covering up already?" Grash stood in the doorway, he'd had other thoughts as he had undressed completely. He sat down next to me, legs spread wide, lewdly showing off his body.
"Not worried someone will see you?" I looked at him and stuffed a fried egg in my mouth.
"Haven't you noticed? We're completely alone around here." Grash leered at me. "It's for your eyes only..."
I rolled my eyes and continued eating. I didn't really mind, Grash had the goods to show off, and he was liable to jump me at any point regardless of his state of undress. We ate in relative silence, the orc's plan to butter me up had failed momentarily. With breakfast finished, I prepared for the main event of the day: relaxing on the beach. I'd bought a few books, had a list of podcasts to catch up on, and no emails to read.
Grash had gotten a head start on me, which answered my earlier question; orcs, as it turned out, did not need sunscreen. While I slathered the white cream across my office-tanned body, I looked for my swimming shorts. I found them stashed on top of a tall cabinet in the bedroom. I didn't need to think long about how they got there. I briefly considered finding a chair to stand on to get them, before I realised the extent of my prude behaviour. "Oh fuck it..." I laughed quietly, and strolled onto the beach, naked as the day I was born, armed with a novel in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Grash had already laid out a towel for the two of us, and he looked up when he saw me approach.
"That's the spirit, Lyon!" He smiled and took a swig from his water bottle. I wasn't about to protest, but I'd get my revenge on him somehow.
I lay down beside him, my body comically smaller than his. I looked at his face through my sunglasses, peering into his eyes. "Now tell me you'd prefer sweating through some forest in the pacific northwest..." I teased him and playfully punched his shoulder. "Nothing beats relaxing in the sun, and you know it."
"All said and done, I think you win..." Grash smiled and ran a hand through the smooth sand. "This trip was a good idea."
I busied myself with the paperback book I'd brought with me, some mindless romance piece about two college kids in New York. Hours passed as we decompressed side by side, I'd had no idea until now how much I needed some time of uninterrupted rest. After a while, the heat had gotten the better of me, and I could feel beads of sweat dripping from my brow. I looked over at Grash, who suffered much the same complication. Droplets of moisture clung to his emerald green skin, small prisms shattering light about. "You want to cool off a bit?" I said, sitting up on the towel. The ocean spread out before us, an endless expanse of blue. I stood up and walked slowly toward the water's edge, and heard Grash get up behind me.
Just as my feet were about to touch the water, I felt the wind being knocked out me as two large arms encircled my body and lifted me into the air. Grash manoeuvred me swiftly to cradle me in his embrace. He laughed at my shocked expression and waded quickly through the water. "You realise it's only a matter of time before I find a way to get back at you, right?" I poked a finger at his chest, taunting him.
"Oh yeah?" Grash cracked a tusked smile and kept walking steadily into the ocean. "I shudder at the thought of the horror you'll inflict on me, Lyon!"
"Honestly, it'll be closer to minor discomfort, but I'll figure something out, don't you worry." I couldn't help but laugh.
The water was high enough to barely cover Grash's chest at this point, he held me submerged to my shoulders. "Were you going to let me swim for myself anytime soon?" I asked, folding my arms underwater.
"Why? I enjoy holding you too much..." Grash tightened his arms around me.
"Not afraid your arms will get tired eventually?" I knew beforehand that the question was ridiculous. His expression confirmed it for me.
"I could carry you around for a week and not get tired, Lyon." His voice was unexpectedly serious. "And I will if it convinces you..." He used one hand to stroke my cheek and I smiled up at him.
"As uncomfortable as that would be, I'd probably let you..." I wrapped one arm around his broad chest, snuggling my head against his massive frame. "If anyone saw us right now they'd think you were baptising me..." We laughed together for a moment, then stood in silence. I listened to the slow rhythm of his heartbeat, his hand softly stroking my hair.
The water was at a perfect temperature, the kind where you can't distinguish between your own skin and the water. Grash looked down at me, still smiling. "Would you like to do some swimming on your own?" He poked my chest with one thick finger.
"I'm fine like this, Grash..." I hugged my body close to his. I didn't need to look to see him grinning in contentment. "I wouldn't let go anyway, but it's a nice plus that you'll let me..." Grash said while tightening his grip possessively.
Two hours later, I was back on the beach soaking up the sun. Grash had cooked lunch for the two of us and stayed behind in the house to wash up. The warmth of the sun and the softness of the sand had lulled me to sleep in short order, and I did not notice a large shadow falling on my body and heavy footsteps approaching. The next thing I knew, a heavy weight covered my body and I was jolted awake.
"Sshh, It's only me..." I looked up and saw the face of my lover as he lowered his body onto mine.
"What are you doing?" I asked, raising a hand to take off my sunglasses.
"You looked like you needed some action..." The hulking orc above me growled. We were both naked still, and I could feel every inch of his bulging muscles as his green skin contrasted against mine.
"Grash, we're out in the open! Anyone could see us!" I tried to squirm out from under him, but the weight on top of me kept me pinned.
The lusty orc lowered his head to mine, touching our foreheads together. "So? You've seen the guests at this resort, right? Full of orcs with their little human companions..." His eyes bored into mine, I was too shocked to answer. "I promise you, we wouldn't have to go far to find a human bending over for green cock in their ass..."
"I'm not sure..." I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. My body was betraying me, however. I could feel the waves of arousal brought on by the feeling of Grash's heavy manhood against my smaller one.
Grash lifted his weight from mine and straddled my body. "Turn over. Now." He ordered, groping his rapidly inflating orc cock. I obeyed. At this point, I couldn't bring myself to say no.
"Good boy..." Grash moved down, rubbing the twin globes of my ass with his large hands. "All that talk about getting revenge on me, you're all talk and no action, Lyon," Grash said as he probed the cleft of my ass with one of his fingers.
"You only-" I exhaled heavily as his single digit penetrated me. He hadn't bothered to get any lube. Bastard. "-think so. I'll find some way."
Truth be told I wouldn't find a way. His antics drove me mad, but I liked it too much. Spending so much time with an orc whose sex drive rivalled that of a drugged nymphomaniac had rubbed off on me. Besides, he enjoyed it when I pretended to resist.
"We'll see about that," Grash said. "I know you can't resist the opportunity to get railed by this." He punctuated his sentence by slapping his heavy dick against my ass, thrusting it slowly against me. "But you haven't been too difficult, and I'm generous, so I'll make the entry a bit easier for you."
He pulled me up by my hips into a presenting position. One hand on my back ensured my head stayed pressed against the ground.
"You're really hoping someone will come along and see this, aren't you?" I grumbled, aching to let him have his way with me, but determined to at least question his judgment a bit. I never got a response as Grash shoved his face into my ass, instantly spearing me with the tip of his tongue. I moaned and clutched the towel beneath me as his face laved over my hole, expertly stretching me for the main event still to come. His sharp tusks pressed against the smooth skin of my behind while his tongue pressed insistently against my prostate, making my cock jump to attention. With one hand still clutching my hip, holding me steady against his face, Grash moved his other hand to rub against the shaft of my dick. I was onto his plan, he wanted me panting in desperation before he satisfied his own urges. I guess that was his interpretation of "generous". It worked, of course. In short order, I was crying out his name and shoving my back quarters against his face.
"Had enough already?" Grash said. He pulled off my ass and wiped his mouth on his forearm. I could see his monumental erection bobbing between his legs. His self-control was exemplary at times, so long as it meant making me lose mine.
"Give me your fucking worst, Grash," I challenged him. "Let me in on some of that action you talked about..."
"My worst?" Grash cocked an eyebrow, his mouth drawn into a smirk. "I'll fuck you unconscious if that's what you want..." His hand moved down to cup my chin before abruptly pulling my body against his. My head was twisted to the side while my back was pressed against his chest.
"You heard me," I said, my hands moving down to cop a feel of his steely manhood pressed against my asscheeks.
With one arm wrapped around my chest, Grash pulled his hips back and placed the head of his dark green cock against my distended hole. He pressed his lips against mine and just as soon as I opened my mouth to take him in, my lower body exploded in pain. With a single, brutal thrust, Grash's enormous cock was buried inside me. I was unable to even scream, the shock to my system was so great. He held me still with my back pressed against his chest, one hand rubbing circles over my stomach, emphasising the faint bulge of his manhood inside me. Grash's lips stayed pressed against mine, his tongue plundering my mouth without any resistance from my part. With slow, measured movements, Grash thrust in and out of me, moving only a fraction of an inch every time. My eyes were wide open, unseeing. His were opposite mine, staring with a burning intensity at my stunned face. My body was supported by his strong arms around me, my muscles were weak in shock. I'd asked for his worst and he'd given it to me.
"Regret that decision yet, Lyon?" Grash said in mock pity, one finger stroking my cheek. I managed to shake my head in defiance, fiercely determined not to have him break me. It wasn't the first time I'd egged him on to take me violently. The last time he'd left me a shivering wreck, sexually satisfied but utterly humiliated. The only thing in worse condition than me was the bed we'd broken in the process. I knew I'd pull through and enjoy it, the initial pain was a small price to pay.
"Sure?" Grash leered at me, gripping my now limp dick between two fingers. "You can still tell me to go gentle on you... I know how fragile you are."
I coughed and regained my composure.
"I thought I asked for you to fuck me?" My voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't have a conversation in mind." I managed to wink at him, a signal to tell him to go ahead.
With a roar, Grash pulled his cock from my hole, only to shove it in again. He knocked the wind out of me with one thrust and repeated the same action only moments later. My eyes fluttering shut, I was vaguely aware that I was being manoeuvred to lay down on my stomach once again, my arms pinned above me. It didn't take long for the pain inside me to begin subsiding. By now I'd gotten used to the experience of a massive orc on top of me, I was stretched out permanently.
With every brutal shove of Grash's weapon into me, I could feel the secondary pain of his apple-sized balls slapping against my smaller ones. That, however, did little to stifle my body's reaction to the harsh treatment. Grash had gripped my dick in one of his mammoth hands and was stroking me in rhythm to his thrusts inside me. In short order, he brought on my climax. To my continual humiliation, his rough treatment of my frail body never failed to satisfy me. Moaning helplessly, my load was spent between my stomach and the soft, white sand. All the while, Grash ruthlessly pummelled my body into submission. I could feel his body tense in a momentary lapse of his measured thrusts as my ass spasmed against his cock, even though his staying power ensured he wouldn't finish anytime soon.
"Had enough yet, Lyon?" Grash whispered, his mouth against my ear. My mouth lay open, panting breathlessly with the relentless onslaught against my body. "Not that it matters, you're still breathing, so I have some work to do..." He swiped his tongue against the lobe of my ear, eliciting shivers down my spine.
Satisfied that I'd lost all pretence of resistance, Grash picked up the pace, bent on grinding every bone in my body to dust. My hands, pinned above my head, grasped at the sand in a futile effort to rearrange my body. Meanwhile, my legs were locked apart by Grash's thickly muscled thighs, leaving me entirely at his mercy. With every stroke of his giant manhood into me, the air was forced out of my body in high-pitched gasps. The sounds I made couldn't even be described as moans, Grash had fucked the ability to form coherent sounds out of me. For the time being, I could do nothing but desperately hang on for the ride.
In short order, Grash's violent pounding combined with his hands ruthlessly stroking my tired cock brought me to orgasm once again. Tears fell from my eyes as Grash forced my body to yet another traumatising climax. I could feel my muscles tense in his unforgiving grip, until I fell slack against the sand.
Satisfied with my humiliation, Grash slowly pulled his dick out of me and let go of my arms. I looked back to find him sneering in contentment. One of his hands idly stroked the massive phallus he commanded so expertly, coaxing forth a stream of slick precum from the tip.
"Let's get you into a better position, shall we?" Grash said, helping me turn my body over onto my back. I rubbed my sore wrists, still breathing heavily from the exertion. With slow movements, Grash slid his arms under my back and lifted me into an embrace. I locked my legs around his waist, sitting down in his lap. I looked up at his face, greeted with a smile. "Enjoy yourself?" Grash brushed my matted hair away from my face.
"Sure did," I said, my voice hoarse and gravelly.
"Glad to hear it." Our lips met in a slow kiss. My hands were locked around Grash's thick neck, slowly rubbing his soft skin. Pulling away, I let my hands rub down his body, cupping one of his massive pectorals in one hand.
"I can't help but notice you never finished, though." I winked at him, earning a slow laugh.
"And you complain that I'm insatiable..." Grash cupped my behind with one of his hands. I could feel his erection still throbbing against my naked skin. "You up for some more?"
"Just go a bit slower this time..." I leaned in to kiss him again as Grash slowly moved the head of his dick to line up with my loose hole. In a single, prolonged movement, he sank the massive piece of orcish meat into me. I let out a soft whimper as he bottomed out, the globes of my ass resting against his dark green balls. He began a series of tender movements in and out of me. This time, I worked with him. I raised my body up and down the thick shaft, impaling myself willingly. My eyes were closed but I could picture the arousal playing across his face as I squeezed the walls of my hole around the invading orc cock.
If the previous phase of our mating had been a violent firestorm, this part was a slow-burning heat. My face was buried in the crook of his neck, pressed against his sweaty skin. Grash's strong arms around me moved my body in quiet determination, building to a mutual climax.
With a drawn-out moan, I felt Grash's entire body tense up like a metal coil wound tightly. Warmth exploded within me at the same time as his mouth descended on mine. His balls, resting against the smooth cheeks of my ass, were drawn up tight against his taint, working tirelessly to stuff his gargantuan load into my tight body. I realised only afterwards that I came at the exact same time. In short order, the torrent of orc seed proved too much for my body to contain, and thick ropes broke the seal created by his mammoth shaft.
As our respective climaxes subsided, we stayed in the same position for several minutes. My arms were wrapped around Grash's neck, his held my body to his. He was panting in exertion, and so was I. Finally, I decided to break the silence.
"At least there's nothing to clean up this time..." I laughed breathlessly. Grash rolled his eyes and rubbed his hands across my back. "I really do love you, you know that?"
"Yeah, I do." Grash smiled back at me.
"You want to take another swim?" I disengaged myself from Grash's arms, standing up on shaky legs. Turning my back to my lover and walking toward the ocean, I felt a sharp slap to my ass. "You brute!" I called back and kept walking.
Wading into the ocean, Grash joined me at my side. I briefly considered challenging him to see who could swim faster, but the likelihood of him cheating by simply picking me up was very high. Besides, I was exhausted. A nap was clearly called for.
We cleaned up together and made our way back to the house. Laying down on the bed, I fell asleep almost immediately. When I later awoke, it was early evening. Grash had busied himself by reading. Watching his huge hands trying to handle a tiny paperback book was always amusing to me.
"I should buy your favourite novels in extra large editions for Christmas," I said, and sat down beside him on the sofa.
"Not my fault that all the publishers only consider your little hands when they print books..." Grash laughed and put the book down. "Racial discrimination if ever I saw it!"
"You should run for congress, love." I patted him on the back, putting on a mock expression of seriousness. "Across our country, large hands are struggling with small books! Help me make the changes necessary to bring the joy of reading to everyone!"
"Vote G for Grash this November!" We laughed together and I leaned against his arm.
"Yeah, you might need a better platform than book size to get elected..."
"Oh, like what?" Grash studied my face.
"Well, how about you tell me your ideas for dinner and we'll see about getting you in charge of that?"
"See I thought I already handled that! Are you planning a coup, Lyon?" He poked my chest, smiling broadly. "Because we don't take kindly to treason here!"
"Alright, point taken!" I laughed, holding his hand. "Still though, you must've worked up an appetite."
Dragging the massive orc to his feet, we set about making dinner for the two of us. Grash did most of the work, though only because he insisted on it. I was happy to take a back seat. My responsibility became entertaining him while he cooked. He had requested that I "belly dance for me or something", but I settled on putting on music and complimenting his cooking instead.
The sun was setting by the time dinner was finished. We ate outside, sitting in front of the house and gazing down toward the beach. I'd gotten my wish for a quiet holiday, not another living soul was in sight.
We remained that way until darkness fell, listening to the cicadas serenading the nightfall.