I Want To See You Take It

Journal of Rowana, daughter of Rowetha
19 / 02 / 2120 of the Fourth Age, cont'd

The Shire AgriCorp's packing peanuts and plastic bio-film were biodegradable. Technically they were edible, though I wasn't prepared to test that. Right now, the smart house was dormant; we needed to unpack the solar panels and set them up, give it time to charge before we could boot it up. In the meantime, Azzie wanted to open everything.

There was a refrigerator, a convection oven, washing machine, a water boiler, flush toilet, shower, and bath—most of which we couldn't use until I hooked up the water lines and we had a reservoir. Soil analytics probes, seeds, some basic farming equipment. A queen-sized bed, which had been my one luxury on the order, now a veritable necessity. Some basic linens. Curtains for the windows.

"You have windows!" Azzie said, eyes wide as she tore off the clear bio-film and looked out of the north-facing window, where the broken face of Mt. Doom loomed.

"We have windows," I said, unable to repress a smile as I balled up the film. We'd need to burn or bury it later. Maybe start a much pit. "Honestly, you're like a kid on her birthday."

She paused at that and turned around. Her ears, so mobile, so expressive, laid flat against her head.

"I don't...I don't have a birthday," she said. "We didn't...have them. Where I come from."

"Well, we can't have that," I said. "Why don't we make today your birthday? And every year, I can give you a present."

I thought back to the dildo in its box in the Pathfinder. I wasn't sure what she would think about that. We'd never really spoken of her sexual preferences. Yet when I told her I had a present for her back in the car, her ears pointed straight up and I rushed to fetch it. Not sure how this would go.

Turns out: not how I expected.

"Oh, that's the mark IX!" she said, as I presented her with the silicone Orc shaft. "It was modeled off of Azog."

I blinked slowly. Azog was an Orc name. "You...know the Orc...this model is based on?"

"He was in my cohort," she said. Her head tilted to the side as she pulled open the packaging. Found the batteries and the lube. Without taking her eyes off me, Azzie hooked a claw into a little indentation at the base and it popped open, where she inserted the batteries.

"So not...intimately," I said. Not sure what I was asking. Not sure what I was feeling. If he had been grown in a tube like she was, then he might have been her brother, for all intents and purposes.

Azog seemed to know what I was thinking. Her eyes narrowed, and her cheeks flushed, right across the broad brim of her nose.

"Ohhh," she said. "You're asking if we had sex. You want to know if I like big, green, manly Orc dicks."

Now it was my turn to blush. She walked toward me, the artificial prick in her hands. It seemed almost as big as her forearm, Azzie being shorter than I was. The Uruk stared me in the eyes as she ran a tongue over the smooth underside of the frighteningly realistic sex toy.

"But I want to know," she said, voice low and husky as she came within arm's reach of me. "Do you like Orc cock?"

I took a deep breath. New house smell. A faint hint of sweat and dust. And Azzie hooked a finger around my belt and tugged me toward the bedroom. Our bedroom.

We hadn't taken the bio-film off the mattress yet, and it crinkled beneath our weight as we slid, naked, onto it. Azzie had stripped faster than I had, and was busy licking her new toy. I was honestly glad that she seemed to like it, but I felt weird that she recognized that cock. Made me wonder if the people who made it had been the ones who made her, or if they had just sold the specs of the Orc cock to someone else, or...

"Tell me," she said. "Do you like dick?"

"I...haven't had a lot of it," I said, honest as I could be. "When I was young, I thought...I tried to be straight. Went with a few boys. Young men, really. Sex is pretty common between recruits, no matter what the sergeants and officers want. Can't keep horny, young, fit people from fucking somehow. Some folks get in trouble that way. Pregnancy, disease, or get a reputation as the battalion bicycle."

Azzie lay with her head against the headboard, legs spread wide. Let me get a nice, good look as she rubbed the swollen, rubbery head up and down her smooth labia. There weren't any proper windows in the bedroom, just a series of small, round skylights that let the sun in at different angles of the day. That was Halfling engineering for you; a natural clock. You were supposed to orientate the house to account for that.

"It was okay. Penetration never really did much for me, and boys tend to have that rank testosterone smell about them, that low-level funk that never goes away even if they do bathe. Women were...more attractive to me. I thought a lot about some of the women I served with. Had a couple crushes. A few make-out sessions. I wasn't one of those Rangers with a girl in every village, but there were some women in Harad who...well, if you didn't fuck them, they didn't eat that week. They could be very nice. Showed me a few things. Then there was Aedre. She was...really my first girlfriend. The first one that meant something more than sex to me."

The Uruk nodded slowly. Her pussy glistened now, and the green dildo in her hands was soaked with her juices.

"I want to see you take it," she said softly. "I want to make you love my dick."

It was such a serious way of saying it that I couldn't help but laugh. Azzie laughed too. Then we sorted it out. Me on my back. Azzie on top of me as she slowly pressed the green monster against my pussy. Her lips planted hot kisses on my clit as I tried to spread my legs wider, uncomfortable. It had been a long time since I'd taken any dick, and this one was bigger than any of them. The green ass and drooling puss on my chest was a welcome distraction, though.

Even with the lube and saliva, when that green head finally pushed through my lips, I gave out a cry of pain. It was like losing my virginity all over again.

Azzie stopped immediately. Her tongue lashed at my pussy around the big prick that was lodged at the opening of my canal.

Then she turned on the vibration function. Lowest setting. A soft, constant mechanical buzz that at first set my nerves on edge. Yet slowly, achingly slowly, I began to relax. Minutes passed, as Azzie slowly worked my pussy with the single-minded focus that consumed a master craftswoman at her task. The optical lead led from the neural port at the back of her head to the base of the green cock in her hands, and as the soft vibration began to pulse in time with Azzie's slow thrusts as she worked the cock a little deeper inside my pussy, I could feel myself relax...stretch...and the cock slowly worked its way deeper inside.

Not all the way. Not tonight. Yet between her new toy and and her hot tongue, I could feel it coming. My stomach nodded as the cock began to slide in and out of my sore cunny, just a few inches, but faster and faster. Azzie's tongue lashed my clit with a quick flicker, almost as if she could will me over the edge. My body lifted up from the bed in an arch as I anointed our new bedroom in a burst of hot liquid that shocked me.

The Orc cock dildo popped out of my sore pussy with a wet pop. I lay there panting as Azzie, overcome with need pushed the silicone shaft, covered with a sticky whiteness, into her own pussy. She dropped into a squat, back against the headboard, and I caught sight of that hot green prick piercing that pussy as though made for it. White drops of synthetic cum substitute rained on my face as I lifted my head to lick at her labia.

The roar from her throat and the hot splash on my face made my heart leap.

That night, we fell asleep on our own bed, in our own bedroom, the fake dick between us. Azzie's head lay on my shoulder, and her fingers played with my sore, stretched-out pussy, and the sticky white goo inside of it. As the sun went down outside, a last shaft of light came in throw one of the window-ports and fell on the golden circle between her breasts.

I don't remember the last time I slept so well.