Grun carried her up all five flights of stairs as easily as she carried her clutch. He held her as she dug out her keys and unlocked the door, and she would have had him carry her right to her bed, except she really needed to pee.
Mischief twinkled in his eye, but he thought better of it, and Linza scurried off to the bathroom, cursing her basic bodily functions.
As she emerged and saw him standing on the other side of the room, shirt mussed, trousers still tracing his muscular legs, hands tucked in his pockets, she paused.
He, too, hesitated.
For all their mutual voracity, a quiet and insistent hush fell over them. It was as if they each noticed a rare creature, one that might flee should they speak too loudly or move too quickly.
Grun stepped forward first, with his gentle yet intractable momentum, like a ship gliding on a calm sea.
He reached her like a spray of salt water, upon her all at once but nowhere harshly, his fingertips brushing her chin.
Her hands washed up onto his chest, crested around to his sides, his waist.
He folded around her, kissed her neck. She pulled him in closer, fingertips curling to claws.
His teeth met her skin.
She gasped. Her hands found the firmness in his trousers.
He groaned and unzipped the back of her dress.
She undid his buttons.
He slipped the dress down her shoulders and around her hips and it crumpled to the floor. His fingertips traced her spine, his palm pressing tight against the flat of her back, his breathy moan pouring over her neck.
Despite how conflicted Linza had felt, despite how many questions remained, in that moment she knew exactly what she wanted. She unbuttoned his shirt and traced her tongue over the arc of his pectorals, dropping to swirl over his nipples and earning a gasp and a wiggle.
As he shrugged out of his shirt, she dropped to her knees before him and freed his throbbing cock.
She had noted the size of it when he had stroked himself, but now that her own small hands wrapped around him, she truly appreciated the scale. She could just barely wrap one hand around his head and his base, but his mid-shaft swell forced her fingers apart. The base of his shaft was the same grey-green as the rest of his skin, but he darkened to purple towards the tip and his glans was soft pink under the sheath of his foreskin.
Grun moaned and shuddered at the sensation of her fingertips exploring him. “Y-you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Linza crooned, swirling her tongue under his tip.
Grun’s entire body went stiff, vibrating with the effort of saying upright as he groaned. “I-I insist…”
That wicked, slithering thing draped over her shoulders and snickered.
Linza smirked. “Is that so?” She gripped just behind his head and gently pushed down towards his base, the skin sliding with her and revealing more of his glans. She flicked the tip of her tongue at his frenulum.
He shuddered and grunted.
She slowly stroked him. “Insist away. No, really. Feel free to stop me any time.” She leaned down and sucked at his tip.
“Fuck! N-not fair…”
“If it makes you feel any better…” She lifted her other hand to cup his balls, learning the weight of them in her hand and earning another barely-contained moan. “You did get to go first. I… I really appreciated what you said at dinner.”
“N-not sure how it earned this, but… I’m glad…”
Linza gently squeezed his testicles, noting the way it made his eyes roll back.
Gods, she never would have dreamed of doing anything like this—of being anyone like this—six months ago. But between the illusions and the lectures and all the smut she’d been writing, she’d become much more sure of herself than she’d realized.
“I’m an alchemist, remember? You give me compliments, I give you…” She took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue between his frenulum and his foreskin.
“Oh, fuck!” His breath shuddered.
Every gasp, every moan, every shake ignited the heat between Linza’s legs. She loved having such an effect on him, loved making him lose his composure. Not that it was particularly difficult… but it was still very satisfying.
She lost track of time kneeling before him, stroking and sucking and exploring, teasing out groans and twitches and pre-cum. His breathing accelerated.
“L-Linza… If you keep that up, I’m gonna…”
Linza slowed, giving a teasing suck to his tip. Grun’s hips bucked into her hands, desperate to keep up the sensation.
“S-sorry! It’s okay if you don’t—”
“I just have one question. How soon before you’re good to go again?”
His husky laugh stirred the heat between her legs. “I’m a half-orc, what do you think?”
“Good.” Linza started up again, full-tempo. After the brief pause, the sensation was even more intense.
“Fuck! Gods, that feels good…”
His shaft throbbed, his head oozed pre-cum onto her tongue, his balls tensed. She remembered his load on the veranda, remembered how badly she had wanted to try and swallow all of it, and her whole body went dizzy with arousal. Her panties were soaked, her sex throbbed, but she could wait. She wanted everything that he could possibly give her, and she moaned around his shaft, hoped that he would understand her wordless request.
“Oh shit… Linza, I’m… I’m gonna… Linza!”
If there were such a thing as a sympathetic orgasm, Linza had one right then, her whole body buzzing with the pleasure.
And then his first spurt hit the back of her tongue, and her entire awareness narrowed to drinking down as much of him as she could. His seed was hot and bitter and earthy and she wanted more of it, all of it, and she sucked and swallowed at his tip until he put his hand to her cheek. Linza leaned back and licked her lips.
“Good gods, Linza, you play so fucking hard to get and then…” He shivered. “And to think I was still worried you didn’t actually want to come to dinner.” His breathing slowed and his shoulders relaxed, but his cock showed no sign of softening.
She kissed his tip. “What can I say? You’re persuasive.”
Grun smiled and growled. “I could say the same to you. Nice guys finish last, and now you’ve gone and turned me into a jerk.” He leaned down and scooped her up off the floor and carried her back towards the bed.
“You were already a jerk.”
“Hey, since when have I been a jerk to you?”
“You interrupted my lunch!” Linza smacked his chest, and then he tossed her back onto the bed.
“Huh. Good point. That maybe wasn’t the best first impression for meeting a human, was it?”
“No! How’d you guess that I’m an overachiever and yet not realize that?”
Grun kneeled over her, a smile still dancing in his sea-glass eyes even as he pouted down at her. “Look, the barging in is a cultural thing. I’m sorry it ruined your lunch. But if my memory of that meeting is a bit… hazy…” His cock throbbed. “That is not my fault.”
A wicked grin pulled at Linza’s lips. She reached down and stroked his cock again. “I dunno, maybe if you weren’t so eager to show off how obedient you could be, you wouldn’t have cum your brains out.”
Grun’s eyes fluttered, and he whimpered, swaying as his legs slackened under him. “Hey!”
It was so much more intense a reaction than she’d expected. She loved it. “That really affects you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Grun grumbled. “And for the record, I’m a switch. That lever goes both ways, and it’s just as touchy on either side.”
“Oh? What does it take to get it to go the other way?”
“Beg me to fuck you and you’ll find out.”
Heat thundered through Linza. She wriggled out of her soaked panties and offered them to Grun. “I could beg, but why don’t I let my panties do the talking.”
Grun breathed deeply, his eyes darkening with arousal. He growled and the sound curled down around her, arching her back. “Yeah. That’ll work. Careful though, I’m not sure if you’re quite ready for—”
Linza pressed a finger to his lips and then rolled over towards her bedside table. Grun shifted out of the way so that she could fish out a glass dildo nearly as thick as he was. “I’m a, uh… bit of a size queen.”
“Show off,” Grun said.
“I just didn’t think you’d believe me if I didn’t show you.”
“Well, now I’m obligated to prove to you that my cock is better.”
“Please do… try.”
Grun growled, grabbed her hips and hauled her towards him. He spotted the jar of lube on the nightstand and coated himself. He was all quick and efficient movements, right until he lined his tip up to her entrance.
Linza’s hips bucked reflexively towards him.
Grun smirked. “Now, now… beggars can’t be choosers… I’m going to take my time.”
“Hey, now, that’s not—”
It was Linza’s turn to be utterly undone when he dragged his tip up between her already-slick folds, circling over her clit before sliding down again. Linza shuddered and arched towards him, desperate for more and yet unable to ask for it because what he was already doing felt so good.
“First impressions are important,” Grun crooned, circling his tip over her clit again, “As you so kindly just reminded me. So I want to make sure you know…” He pressed at her entrance and she tensed eagerly, but he pulled away to brush over her clit again, drowning her protests in another spark of pleasure. “Exactly how it is… I like to do things.”
Grun leaned back and pulled away from her. A whimper escaped her before she could think to stop it.
“Rutting is fun and all…” he continued. “But I prefer to take my time. And as you also so kindly just reminded me…” He leaned down over her, face moving towards her hips. “You smell delicious.”
As slowly and gently as she had reached up to kiss him, he lowered his mouth towards her sex.
Linza had always thought of herself as a relatively self-controlled person, but she realized in that moment that she had nothing on Grun—at least not when it came to sex. Because while he said he’d wait forever and he’d meant it, reveled in it, she could not keep her hips from bucking into his face.
Fortunately for her, he seemed just as eager to taste her as she was for his touch, and he growled eagerly and stroked his tongue along her. Just as she had when she’d kneeled before him, he started slowly, gently, learning what made her moan and shudder. This was skill, it was craft. It was the ‘work’ in sex work, and gods did it pay off.
Linza’s back arched and Grun teased her with a few swirls of his tongue before slipping a finger in as he slid his tongue up to her clit.
“Size queen, huh?” He slipped a second finger next to the first. His hands were so large that just those two fingers together were the girth of an average human cock.
All Linza could do was nod, and then his third finger sent her spinning back into dizzy ecstasy. She loved the stretch, loved how it felt to squeeze around something that filled her so completely. Pre-orgasmic sparks of heat danced around his fingers. And then his tongue found her clit again as the pads of his fingers found her spot.
She whimpered as every muscle in her body tensed. “D-don’t stop!”
Within and without, he surrounded every nerve of her pleasure. She squeezed around him, chasing her release. And then her pleasure blossomed under the rhythmic pressure of his tongue and she screamed so loudly that the neighbors would certainly hear. But there was no stopping it—whatever part of her mind cared about the neighbors guttered out for that blissful moment as she crested her climax.
Linza moaned through the rhythmic pulses of her aftershocks, her body unraveling with each wave of pleasure. Grun gentled his touch, easing his fingers out of her as she settled.
It was thoughtful and appropriate, but her nerves sparkled with desire, and she was not so easily sated.
“Fuck me right now,” she breathed.
Grun’s muscles went taught as they had when she’d brushed his upper thigh under the table. “I’ll start slow,” he said, an edge in his voice as if he were reminding himself more than Linza.
She nodded. “You won’t have to stay slow for long, don’t worry.”
Grun found the jar of lube and slicked his cock again.
“You won’t break me,” Linza chided.
“Is that a challenge?” Grun’s eyes flashed.
That slithering thing writhed with pleasure. “Yes,” Linza said.
Grun leaned over her and pressed his cock between her folds, and she lifted her hips to meet him. He rocked just his first half into her, withdrawing and stroking again. The fullness was incredible and she wanted all of it, but Grun pulled away again. On the third thrust, Linza couldn’t stand the tease, and she grabbed his ass and pulled him in to the hilt, a moan blooming in her throat as her eyes tipped back. She squeezed around him to take the edge off the painful stretch, and her body trembled with pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel good…” she moaned.
Grun’s hips bucked into her. “So do you…”
“Please fuck me.” Her fingernails curled to claws around his upper arms. “Please!”
He growled and thrust into her, then again, and again, his pace increasing as his restraint dissolved.
“Yes!” Linza became an expanse of glittering stars. She loved sex after an orgasm. Every stroke felt like a climax, but left her desperate for more. She couldn’t stand how intense it was, but she couldn’t get enough of it. She squeezed around him, milking every sensation she could from that thick, throbbing cock.
“Fuck, you’re tight…” he said. He slowed abruptly, and Linza wondered for an instant if he’d already finished. But if he’d finished, she wouldn’t be wondering. No, he was edging himself.
These slow, deep strokes were ecstatic torture. There was no heat or urgency to hide just how large he was inside of her, how much she stretched to accommodate him. She huffed, squeezing around him as hard as she could, desperate for more sensation.
“Just how will I know if I broke you, I wonder…” he crooned, his pointed canines just inches from her face. He thrust deep, to a point that only felt good if she was very, very warmed up. She was. A whimper escaped from her throat.
“We could wager something,” he continued. “What would you like to bet?”
Linza tried to form words, but every stroke of his cock blanked her mind.
“Oh, or did I break you already?” He increased his pace.
Her head tipped back, mouth gaping, and every exhale was a moan. She didn’t resent the smug look on his face anymore. She didn’t have anything to win that she wasn’t already experiencing, any place to put him except exactly where he was.
“Please…” she breathed. “Please cum in me… I want to f-feel you…”
He growled and punded her into the bed, sending sparks bursting through her body with every stroke.
“Yes, gods yes! Please!” She could hardly wait another second—it was too intense, she was too hot, too full—but she didn’t want it to ever end.
“Linza…” His breath sawed in ragged gasps.
“Yes, yes!” She wasn’t cumming, but she might as well have been. Every nerve sparkled with pleasure, her mind drowned in it, her body throbbed with it.
“Linza!” And then he erupted. His cock throbbed with every pulse, stretching her over-sensitive nerves, filling her with his heat. It flowed out around him with every thrust, slicking the tops of her thighs, spilling out onto the bed. She wanted to be covered in it, covered in him, bathing in his warmth.
It was a minute or more before his stroking slowed and he eased down onto his elbows over her, his breath steadying and his cock still throbbing.
Thanks to Presdigititation, Grun’s cum didn’t ruin her mattress.
But Linza couldn’t say the same about herself.