The Cambion's Hoard
Chapter 9-Henson

That woman had balls. Like who just throws open a shower curtain and says want a peek. She was, what my mother would say, spicy. Yeah, she was petite, but she was voluptuous. Thick like an orc woman, but she was also soft. There were no angles or hard lines on her body.

Rose’s stomach had come to a soft mound above her hips. I wanted to feel how malleable her flesh was under my hands. I wanted to know how those hips moved under mine. The whimper escaped my lips before I knew what was happening.

The bedroom door opened, and I looked down the hall. Biggs came out of the bedroom.

“What are you doing, Hen?” He came down the hall and stopped in front of me.

My breath came in quick, shallow rasps. “Rose is taking a shower.”

Biggs pressed his hips to mine. “Did you take a peek?”

His words were low and fluttery against my lips.

“She threw the curtain open, Biggs. Let me see it all.” I pulled him tighter against me and rolled my hips against him.

“I’m curious. Was she nice to look at?”

Leaning in, I nipped at his neck. “She looked like a goddess. Soft curves and thick thighs. I want them wrapped around my face.”

“What else do you want to do to her?” Biggs kissed a trail down my body.

“I want her to kneel before me and look up at me with those doe eyes.”

“Like this?” Biggs tugged my pants down, all the while keeping eye contact.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him close to my dick. His tongue darted out and licked me. My breath shuddered.

“Keep going. Tell me what you want her to do.” Biggs kissed the tip of my dick.

I opened my mouth to tell him, and the bathroom door opened. Rose stepped out wearing a towel and an exasperated look.

“Don’t let me stop you.” She walked past, and I watched her. The towel was long enough in the front but not the back. It hung just above the base of her bottom. I slammed my head against the wall.

She hurried to her room and closed the door. “Biggs, did you see those cheeks? So round.”

“I did,” he sucked on the tip of my dick, “I’m more interested in this now.”

Biggs didn’t give me time to react before he swallowed my dick. I grabbed both sides of his head and moved him back and forth on me. He laughed, and the vibrations made me lose it. Pulling him off me, I lifted him from his knees and slammed him into the wall. I tugged his pants down and pushed against him without warning.

“Dammit, Hen. You feel so good.” He wiggled his hips back.

I spread his cheeks wide and pushed harder. Biggs pushed his hips back, molding into my body. Leaning back, I watched as I spread him open. Even after years of taking me, he was still tight.

Holding Biggs pressed against the wall, I fucked him until my legs began to shake. When I came, I wrapped my hand around Biggs’ dick and squeezed. I felt his cum run down my fingers.

“I’m not going to be able to sit right after that.” He slowly pulled away from me.

I kissed his shoulders. “I love messing up your fine ass.”

He turned around and laid a kiss on my lips. “I love it too.”