Caleb tried to bite, but his teeth chattered as his guts spasmed, the pain in his wrist was making things fuzzy and he could no longer tell what his body was doing. The orc somehow pushed even deeper, and he couldn't resist him, couldn't escape this at all. The pace was harsh, too hard, and Caleb grit his teeth, couldn’t do any more then ride it out.
When the orc came, he jerked against him with a powerful breath and a mindless grunt. It was the faintest notion of heat; Caleb sobbed, once, at the feeling of fluid filling him, his skin already starting to heat up with sweat and exertion.
Could this get even worse? Would this be worse? He looked at the roof of the room and up into the rafters—to the sunlight leaking in through rusty holes in the panels and saw a bird sitting high up on a beam, its tiny feathered body nestled against the wood. The shining black eyes looked below to where he was being laid down, its head cocked to one side, as if it understood the pain of the creature staring up at it. He latched onto the bird like a lifeline, leaving his body for a fraction of a second, feeling the aches eased. It was temporary, of course, and with the next agonizing surge of pain, he was brought back to the real world.
He opened his eyes for the silent one hovering above him with a soft smile.
“I’m next.”
“Fuck you.” He spat.
“Play nice.” He rearranged Caleb’s position so that his shoulders were off the hard floor at least. Could already feel the forming bruise. This one fit between his thighs, all compacted muscles and gangly angles, sticking his nose in places it didn’t belong. Sharp fingers shifted his hips and nudged Caleb in horrific intimacy and he bit his lip, not wanting to cry. “Look, mutt. You've gotten all messy."
And then he pushed in, too thick and too hot and Caleb moaned, taking it as best as he could. His body creaked around the invasion, and no matter how tightly he gritted his teeth he can hear himself keening, high and wounded.
It took three more strokes and then the orc hit—Caleb knew exactly what he hit. It set off an explosion inside him, sending fire crackling down all his nerves, tearing a ragged scream from his throat as he arched in sensate agony. He collapsed to the unyielding floor, trembling along the paths of his scalded nerves, shuddering as the orc's growl reverberated between his ears, as he battered precisely at it and took the pleasure of hearing him choked on the screams battered up his throat, the electric pain pulsing along his whole body again and again.
He came with a breathless cry, sticky all over his stomach. Through the heat that blossomed in his nerves he hated it. Face burning as he refused to stare when they laughed, fingers smearing through the mess on his chest and he—couldn't pass out, couldn't do anything but be hideously present for every twinge, every ache, every crackle, every thrust. The bird was still there when he looked up to the rafters again, feeling ridiculously grateful for it as it peered at him from the shadows.
“Told ya to just relax.” The orc’s breathing was heavier, wet hand back on Caleb and lifting him into the jerky movements of his hips. He shook with his orgasm, and Caleb thought he could feel every spurt, unnaturally hot inside him, pushing into him hard and fast as he shivered through it. Overly sensitive, his whole body alight.
But he wasn't to be allowed the pleasure of a respite as the bulky figure of the leader swiftly took its place between his legs.
“…Bitte. Bitte...” His throat felt thick, voice high in fright, liquid fire began dripping through his veins and pulsing behind his eyes in neon starbursts of color. “Stop it, please.” He plead in a cross between angry and desperate. “I don’t want this! My friends... they will come for you. You can’t—”
"Shut your mouth!" The large orc shouted, smashed a fist into his cheekbone. The edges of his vision became inky and the orc's body covering him enlarged in size in his failing eyesight, filling everything with a view of a perspiration-covered chest. He felt like he was bordering on the brink of madness, as faces floated in and out of his vision, and he could see the bird circling just above the rafters, unseen by them all, just a whirling bird, circling and circling and circling and—
He must have been lost somewhere in his head, blacked out, he thought, because he opened his bleary eyes and was disoriented for a moment. A green, bulky hip was right in his face, completely naked, and already hard. Caleb could’ve sworn whoever it was holding him was fucking into his spine now, his bone creak in protest and he didn’t want anything else thick and wet in his mouth.
He tried to toss his head but a hand tugged on his hair and Caleb stilled, letting it pry his mouth open.
“You’ll get it if you try to bite, got it?”
They sheathed his mouth with a hiss, and Caleb let it go slack for them to use. It tasted salty and musky, hot against his tongue and bitten lips. Fingers curling around his jaw and forcing him to keep his head up on one arm and neck that strained with the effort. He retched once, making a small, soft sound in the back of his throat, closed his eyes and let them do it.
From there it could have been forever-- he’d lost track, couldn’t even be bothered to acknowledge the ache in his jaw as it added to the list of places that were sore. His whole body throbbed like a huge bruise. The one behind him stiffened, his rhythm thrown off as he came with a growl. He choked on a sound caught halfway between a gasp and a cry. His throat began to clamp down in panic, the delicate reflexes all returning to him as the seconds drag on and his fear ratcheted higher.
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FILL: Feuerstarter (Orcs/Caleb, E, non-con) 3/4
Date: 2019-03-12 04:16 pm (UTC)When the orc came, he jerked against him with a powerful breath and a mindless grunt. It was the faintest notion of heat; Caleb sobbed, once, at the feeling of fluid filling him, his skin already starting to heat up with sweat and exertion.
Could this get even worse? Would this be worse? He looked at the roof of the room and up into the rafters—to the sunlight leaking in through rusty holes in the panels and saw a bird sitting high up on a beam, its tiny feathered body nestled against the wood. The shining black eyes looked below to where he was being laid down, its head cocked to one side, as if it understood the pain of the creature staring up at it. He latched onto the bird like a lifeline, leaving his body for a fraction of a second, feeling the aches eased. It was temporary, of course, and with the next agonizing surge of pain, he was brought back to the real world.
He opened his eyes for the silent one hovering above him with a soft smile.
“I’m next.”
“Fuck you.” He spat.
“Play nice.” He rearranged Caleb’s position so that his shoulders were off the hard floor at least. Could already feel the forming bruise. This one fit between his thighs, all compacted muscles and gangly angles, sticking his nose in places it didn’t belong. Sharp fingers shifted his hips and nudged Caleb in horrific intimacy and he bit his lip, not wanting to cry. “Look, mutt. You've gotten all messy."
And then he pushed in, too thick and too hot and Caleb moaned, taking it as best as he could. His body creaked around the invasion, and no matter how tightly he gritted his teeth he can hear himself keening, high and wounded.
It took three more strokes and then the orc hit—Caleb knew exactly what he hit. It set off an explosion inside him, sending fire crackling down all his nerves, tearing a ragged scream from his throat as he arched in sensate agony. He collapsed to the unyielding floor, trembling along the paths of his scalded nerves, shuddering as the orc's growl reverberated between his ears, as he battered precisely at it and took the pleasure of hearing him choked on the screams battered up his throat, the electric pain pulsing along his whole body again and again.
He came with a breathless cry, sticky all over his stomach. Through the heat that blossomed in his nerves he hated it. Face burning as he refused to stare when they laughed, fingers smearing through the mess on his chest and he—couldn't pass out, couldn't do anything but be hideously present for every twinge, every ache, every crackle, every thrust. The bird was still there when he looked up to the rafters again, feeling ridiculously grateful for it as it peered at him from the shadows.
“Told ya to just relax.” The orc’s breathing was heavier, wet hand back on Caleb and lifting him into the jerky movements of his hips. He shook with his orgasm, and Caleb thought he could feel every spurt, unnaturally hot inside him, pushing into him hard and fast as he shivered through it. Overly sensitive, his whole body alight.
But he wasn't to be allowed the pleasure of a respite as the bulky figure of the leader swiftly took its place between his legs.
“…Bitte. Bitte...” His throat felt thick, voice high in fright, liquid fire began dripping through his veins and pulsing behind his eyes in neon starbursts of color. “Stop it, please.” He plead in a cross between angry and desperate. “I don’t want this! My friends... they will come for you. You can’t—”
"Shut your mouth!" The large orc shouted, smashed a fist into his cheekbone. The edges of his vision became inky and the orc's body covering him enlarged in size in his failing eyesight, filling everything with a view of a perspiration-covered chest. He felt like he was bordering on the brink of madness, as faces floated in and out of his vision, and he could see the bird circling just above the rafters, unseen by them all, just a whirling bird, circling and circling and circling and—
He must have been lost somewhere in his head, blacked out, he thought, because he opened his bleary eyes and was disoriented for a moment. A green, bulky hip was right in his face, completely naked, and already hard. Caleb could’ve sworn whoever it was holding him was fucking into his spine now, his bone creak in protest and he didn’t want anything else thick and wet in his mouth.
He tried to toss his head but a hand tugged on his hair and Caleb stilled, letting it pry his mouth open.
“You’ll get it if you try to bite, got it?”
They sheathed his mouth with a hiss, and Caleb let it go slack for them to use. It tasted salty and musky, hot against his tongue and bitten lips. Fingers curling around his jaw and forcing him to keep his head up on one arm and neck that strained with the effort. He retched once, making a small, soft sound in the back of his throat, closed his eyes and let them do it.
From there it could have been forever-- he’d lost track, couldn’t even be bothered to acknowledge the ache in his jaw as it added to the list of places that were sore. His whole body throbbed like a huge bruise. The one behind him stiffened, his rhythm thrown off as he came with a growl. He choked on a sound caught halfway between a gasp and a cry. His throat began to clamp down in panic, the delicate reflexes all returning to him as the seconds drag on and his fear ratcheted higher.