Orc Boyfriend: Rogan Part Two (special preview)

“It’s starting to feel nice,” he sighs after a while. “All warm like I’m sinking into a bath.” He reaches back, stroking his hand on my leg. “You take far too good care of me.”

“You do the same for me and the babes.” I lean forward, kissing his neck and down his back. As I trail my hands down his sides Rogan moans out loud.

“That feels too good, love,” he grunts.

I chuckle, sitting beside him as he rolls over. “It’ll get better in a moment.” I kiss his belly, which has gotten a bit softer from when we first met. He says my cooking is too good, but I like the bit of soft pooch. I knead my hand on his inner thigh, moving up until I’m cupping his balls in my palm.

“Katana,” he growls.

I lick the tip of his cock, dragging my tongue down his shaft. As I raise my eyes to look at him I see the overly pleasured expression on his face. I love him so much, I’m not sure what I would do without him.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” I sit up and straddle his leg. “You’re having a rather spoiled afternoon.” I take my hair down, letting it fall around me.

Rogan stares at his favorite vision and he cannot keep his hands off me. He sits up, grabbing around my waist as his mouth sinks around my breast. I rut myself against his skin, feeling heat grow from the friction. 

“You’re in for it now,” he whispers into my ear. He moves me, sitting me on his cock so our bodies are pressed together. 

I bite his chest as his cock slips inside. “Aren’t I always?” I pant.

Rogan bounces me in his lap, keeping a firm hold around my waist. His eyes focus on my breasts as the sway, sloshing to the sides as they’ve nearly doubled in size from pregnancies. He grinds himself deep, slowly moving us.

After we’ve both cum and we’re snuggled up in bed together, Rogan rubs my belly gently. “Have you a wish for them?” I ask.

“Same as with Abor,” he whispers. “I just want them to be happy.”

“No warriors or future myths?” I giggle.

Rogan kisses my cheek. “It would be nice. But that is their fate to decide.” He then lays his cheek on my belly. “If they follow your footsteps or mine, it doesn't matter to me.”

“Kisska should be coming home soon,” I sigh. “Erda said she’d walk her home.”

“I’ve lost so much time then,” he grunts. “I need to get the addition done before this early frost.”

I run my fingers along his scalp and through his hair. “Then why not ask someone to come and help you. Like Larek or even Erda and Marlo?”

“I can do it on my own,” Rogan huffs. He sits up in bed and looks down at me. “I’m fine. You do not need to worry.”

“Yes I do.” I rise up from the bed as well. “I will worry and I will always worry because I love you and your children love you. We need you around a good long time.”

“A house won’t kill me,” Rogan grumbles.

“No, but it can hurt you. It already has.” I take hold of his arm. “Don’t push yourself and make things worse! Ask for help, please, I’m begging you.”

Rogan strokes his fingers down my center. “How dare you ask me for things when you look like this? You know I cannot tell you no.”

I sit up more, kissing him. “I know.”

We get dressed just in time for Erda to drop Kisska off. Erda comes inside for a moment, while her son and Kisska play in the yard.