"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Brull turned to the elven woman beside him and smiled. "I'm pretty sure I can handle it."
"Have you ever done anything like this before?" asked Narin. Her voice hid none of her skepticism as she lifted an eyebrow at the Orc Chief's nonchalance.
He shrugged. "How bad could it be? If someone as small as you can handle it, then I'm sure I'll be fine."
Brull tried not to laugh at his wife's expression. The poor dear possessed a caring heart, but at the same time, she was a bit overprotective. He was used to it by now, but it still caused him to chuckle every time.
Naris was easily less than half his size, standing at a mere five-foot-two and weighing what felt to him like less than a yearling deer. Her delicate features and slender frame were an unusual spectacle among the rest of the clan, but she was not one to be easily deterred. She had proven that when he first met her. Not often did a full-blooded orc have the opportunity to have his nose broken, and mended, by a startled she-elf.
He loved the way she blushed every time he told that story. It hadn't been his intention to frighten her, but he had to admit her reaction made quite the first impression. So much so, that nothing stopped him from making return visits to see her.
After so much conflict between elf and orc-kind, he hadn't expected to befriend the young woman. Brull definitely hadn't expected to marry her. Never in all his wildest dreams would he have thought her family would agree to let their only daughter marry an orc. But they had, and Brull was blessed with two beautiful half-orc, half-elf sons to head his family, and the most gorgeous wife who engaged in the wildest sex he had ever known.
"Alright, Master Brull Beast Mauler, have it your way." He watched as his tiny wife slid off the bed and collected some items from a small trunk. In her hands, she carried a vial of oil, a leather waistband with a series of buckles and straps, a chest harness, and a smooth, carven wooden phallus.
She tossed him the chest harness, which he gladly put on. The straps fitted under his muscular chest, squeezing and lifting the pillowy pectorals in an alluring display. Brull had the harness made after he saw how Narin bit her lip when he wore his armor. There had been too much to remove when they tried rutting with it all on. Besides, what she truly admired was the chest piece.
Thinking about the way her soft fingers felt when she brushed them over his muscles made his cock throb. He could almost feel her tongue on his nipple, biting down on the ring and tugging it with her teeth. Fuck, he loved his wife.
"Excited, are we?" she giggled as she noticed the effort his trousers were putting in to contain his erection.
Brull stepped behind her and brushed away the long dark hair to kiss her neck. "How could I not be? My wonderful wife is promising to treat me to something amazing."
His hand slid up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt up to expose her sex. One of his fingers, which would put a human pecker to shame, slid along her slit. She was just as aroused as he.
A delicate hand smacked his chest. Narin gave him a reproving look which quickly curled into an amused smirk. "Stop it! If you start with me, we'll never get to this. Now, you've taken care of everything?"
Brull backed away with his hands raised. "Clean as a piper's whistle, love. Just as you asked."
"Good." Narin undressed and set to work putting harness and phallus into place. This would be the first time the toy would be used on someone other than her, and the anticipation was evident by the rosey color on her cheeks. "Remove those and... uh... I suppose-- Ancestors, how are we supposed to do this?"
She eyed him, taking in his seven-and-a-half-foot form with a calculating expression.
Brull removed his trousers, grateful to let his cock come free from the confining leather. Even as hard as he was, the fleshy organ hung heavy between his thighs and throbbed with need. "How's about I lay out on my stomach to start?"
He smiled gently at her nervous expression. Stepping closer, he tipped her head up by her chin and kissed her. "Just take your time, love. We got all night, and I'm all yours."
By the Great Warlords, he loved how her eyes sparkled when she smiled. Narin trusted his every word, making him feel like the luckiest orc in the world.
Narin nodded then gestured to the bed. "Just... tell me if I do something wrong?"
"I promise," he said. Brull lay down on his stomach, sinking into the soft furs and blankets. His groin ached as it settled against the bed, but it was a good ache, a feeling of readiness.
He felt her climb up behind him as he spread his legs. She kissed him lightly on the small of his back and let her fingers trail down his spine. Brull shivered with pleasure as she explored his back. He could feel her trailing along the various tattoos and battlescars. The softness of her fingers always gave him goosebumps. Now he arched his hips toward her with anticipation.
