Elara fluttered her eyelashes then whimpered, high and helpless, and tried to close her legs. He wedged a knee between them and forced them wider. Then his hand was gone and something far thicker replaced it pressing against her entrance. Surely not. I know he's half orc but.."OHH" A moan tore from her lips involuntary. The stretch burned. Her vision whited out for a second, every nerve screaming at once. Eric didn't pause, didn't ease in; he just pulled back and slammed home again, deeper, until his hips met hers and she was pinned, impaled, utterly full. A low animal sound tore out of her throat.
He lifted her down off the wall and onto the bed. Carefully positioning her face down and ass up, one hand wrapped in her shoulder length black hair using it as a handle and the other clasped her hips.
Eric's fist tightened in her hair until her scalp stung, arching her neck back hard enough that tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The position left her utterly exposed: pressed to the coarse blanket, knees spread wide, ass tilted up like an offering. She felt the slick mess of her own arousal dripping down the inside of one thigh and shivered.
He pulled out slow this time, just far enough that she felt every brutal inch drag against oversensitive walls, then snapped his hips forward so hard the bedframe slammed into the wall. The impact jolted through her whole body. Again. Again. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs in a broken cry she didn't have to fake. Fuck he's doing a good job. It's not as good as getting gangbanged by goblins but still this guy can really fuck She thought as he penetrated her again and again.
Eric leaned over her, chest to her back, the weight of him crushing her into the mattress. He growled, "Gonna ruin this pretty hole. Gonna make sure you feel me for days."
Inwardly Elara smirked, feel him for days? Not likely. Even at this pace he's only occasionally outpacing my passive healing skill. Nevertheless she just looked at him over her shoulder and whimpered submissively.
After what felt like hours of brutal relentless use, Eric finally came.
"Beg," he ordered, voice ragged.
Elara's voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Please… please come in me… please…"
Eric roared. His grip on her hair yanked her head back as he buried himself impossibly deep and let go. Heat flooded her in thick, pulsing waves, so much it spilled out around him, running down her thighs in sticky rivulets. The sensation left her limp and gasping.
He held her there a moment longer, grinding lazily through the last of his release, then simply… let go.
Eric gave her ass one last possessive slap that made her yelp, then flopped onto his back beside her. Within moments his snores were shaking the rafters.
She lay there, feeling the ache bloom between her legs, the sticky warmth cooling on her skin, the delicious throb of every bruise.
A slow, sated smile curved her mouth.
That was good.
Hopefully her passive healing wasn't fast enough to stop her from having to walk funny tomorrow, although sadly the ache was already fading. Nevermind it was good while it lasted. Elara cuddled up next to Eric and let herself drift off to sleep.