Chapter 5

The solstice arrived, and Titus woke up to Alise climbing on top of him and sinking down onto his morning wood. It was a fun way to wake up, but not really his favorite as the reason for his morning wood, a full bladder, rarely let him finish. Her bouncing up and down on his cock often made things worse, forcing him to end things early and dart for the toilet.

Today was no different, and after a few minutes, he hurriedly shooed her off him and ran out of the bedroom. After relieving himself, he threw a couple of pieces of wood on the coals in the fireplace and cast a weak, long-burning fire spell perfect for starting wood fires. By the time he finished, the chill that had crept into the house’s air overnight had him rubbing his arms to warm back up as he hurried to the bedroom and some clothes to warm himself.

Titus opened the bedroom door and noted the faint shimmer of magic before stepping inside. The room was much warmer than the surrounding house.

“Magic Shelter and some intense handheld fires,” Alise explained in response to his questioning look as she stretched out like a cat on the bed. “I wanted to stay naked for a little longer.”

“I won’t complain,” he said, walking over to the bed and running a finger from her ankle up to the crease of her leg, then gently inched his way closer to her sex until she giggled and pushed his hand away.

“That tickles!”

His hand dove in again, but this time pressed firmly against the lips of her pussy. “Still tickle?”

Alise let out a long, happy sigh as she relaxed into her pillow. “Nope.”

“What’s the plan for today?” he asked, moving his hand in small circles.

Her eyes widened, and her lip curled into a devilish grin. “The solstice is the last day of the year, and it’s customary to give your loved one a gift. I know what I’m giving you, but you will have to wait until tonight to get it. Adding to the challenge, neither of us can have any release until you receive your gift.”

“Neither? Well then, I guess I should—” Titus began pulling his hand away, but Alise grabbed his wrist and pressed it against her sex.

“I said we couldn’t get release, not that we couldn’t touch each other. In fact, I want you to touch me, kiss me, and make love to me. I want you to keep me so excited I give in and give you your gift early.”

“But you can’t cum?”

She shook her head. “And neither can you, or we wait until tomorrow tonight.”

Titus grinned. “Alright, I’ll play your game.” With those words, he leaned over and kissed her soundly. His tongue darted into her mouth and twisted around hers as the fingers resting on her sex began massaging her folds and dipping into her wetness, only to bring the slick fluids up to her clit. Alise’s back arched at the sudden assault, and she moaned loudly into his mouth when he started teasing her pearl. Titus moved down to nibble and bite at the woman’s neck. Without his mouth to muffle her moans, they gained volume as he began quickly sliding his fingers between her opening and her clit, occasionally staying there for a few moments to play with her button before going back for more of her natural lubricant.

Alise’s back arched again when he sucked on her neck with all the force he could muster. “Yesss,” she hissed, “mark me as your woman.” Titus kissed and licked the dark spot he left behind before dropping down to her breasts. The pig-girl squealed as his mouth descended on her nipple after a few kisses on the surrounding soft flesh. He drew the areola into his mouth and lightly worried the sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth while swirling his tongue around the stiff nipple. After a few seconds, he switched to the other side and gave it a similar treatment as his fingers continued to work their magic on her sex.

The pig-girl’s breathing became ragged, and her moans got louder and more numerous until she grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away from her sex. Titus froze midway through kissing down her belly. His obvious intention had been to enjoy a little ‘breakfast in bed’ by feasting on the woman’s pussy. But it looked like he wasn’t going to get the chance as she lay there letting out little half-sobbing moans of frustration as she willed herself to not climax.

A minute later, her eyes opened and locked onto him with a look filled with promises of revenge. “I’m not the only one who’s going to suffer,” she growled. Grabbing him by the cock she used it as leverage to pull herself to the side of the bed before roughly sucking him into her waiting mouth. Titus groaned as the head of his prick passed through her pursed lips, and Alise’s tongue began swirling around the head. This was going to be an interesting day.

Alise dumped all of the outside chores on Titus so she wouldn’t have to wear her leggings. He attempted to make her regret it by coming in from outside, pinning her to the wall with his body, and reaching beneath her dress to cup her bare sex with his near-freezing fingers. He silenced her shrieks from his frozen touch by covering her mouth with his, but that didn’t stop her from trying to pull his hand away with her own and beating on his shoulder with the other.

Titus pulled his hand away and dropped to one knee as Alise panted from the sudden assault. But he wasn’t done. Grabbing the hem of her dress, he flipped it over his head and pressed his face between her legs. She shrieked again from his cold cheeks sliding across the insides of her thighs, but her breath caught in her throat when Titus dragged his warm tongue through the chilled folds of her sex. He only managed a few licks from as far back as the angle would allow all the way up to her clit when she began struggling in earnest to get away. This wasn’t the half-hearted pounding on his shoulder from a few moments ago but a genuine attempt to escape, and he reluctantly let her go.

“You...” she hissed, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Are going to do that again. But. Not. Today.” Her hand dropped to her crotch, and a small moan escaped her lips as she pressed her dress’s fabric to her sex. “We aren’t supposed to finish until tonight.”

“Didn’t you say I was supposed to try to get my gift early?”

She opened her mouth to refute him before remembering that she had said something to that effect. “But you aren’t supposed to make me climax,” she reminded him with a glare.

“How was I supposed to know a little hot on cold would set you off like that?”

“Don’t remind me,” she whined, pressing harder against her crotch, “I’m still tingling from it.”

The teasing between them continued throughout the day, but Alise never got her momentum back after the hot and cold incident and always seemed to be on the defensive, even if she was the one who started it. By supper, they were both nearly vibrating with frustration neither of them had felt since Titus cast the fireball.

As they relaxed in front of the stoked fire after their meal, Alise moved her chair in front of his and brought her sock-covered foot up to Titus’s crotch. Alise’s feet were probably one of the strangest things about her physiology. High orcs had feet like normal humans, but low orcs were different. Alise had two very large toes that came to a point in the center and two much smaller toes on either side of her foot, slightly back from the big ones. There was no fifth toe to be seen. Her feet were shorter than a normal human’s of her size, and she tended to walk and stand on those two large toes instead of walking heel-to-toe like him.

Titus set his tea on the table beside his chair and laid his head back as her foot began rubbing his prick through his pants. He had never received a footjob in his past life but had to assume it was only remotely similar to the feel of her toes gripping him from either side as the valley between them teased the underside of his cock.

“You know, we’ve been edging all day in anticipation of your gift,” he raised his head. “But I don’t have anything to give you for the solstice.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she rubbed her foot along his length before slipping lower and gently rubbing his balls. “You’ll be giving me a gift.”

“But you can get that gift any time you want.”

“Mmmm. Maybe,” she said, returning to stroking his cock. Titus moved her foot away and began massaging her leg. It was the pig-girl’s turn to moan and lay her head back with her eyes closed. She propped her other leg up in his lap and sighed, “That feels wonderful.”

Alise’s sighs joined the crackling of the fire as Tutus worked his fingers into the soft flesh of her calf and rubbed her feet through the socks. It wasn’t long before he noticed the familiar smell of her arousal filling the air. The scent grew steadily stronger until she set her teacup to the side and stood up.

“I’m done waiting,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. Her eyes flicked to his mostly untouched tea. “Finish your tea, then join me in the bedroom. Don’t hurry, I need time to prepare.” Alise leaned forward and gave him a searing kiss, but as she pulled away, she brought two of her fingers to his mouth. Titus groaned as he tasted her juices when she slipped them between his lips. By the time he was done cleaning the invading digits, Alise’s face had flushed, and she was nearly panting.

“You expect me to not slurp my tea down and follow you?” he asked.

The pig girl took a moment to collect herself before answering. “I do. I need to prepare, and this will take time. Finish your tea first.” With another peck on the lips, she disappeared back towards the bedroom.

It took all of Titus’s willpower, but he drank the rest of his tea at a reasonable, if quick, pace. Like that morning, the bedroom was warm when he found Alise lying naked on the far side of the bed, leaving enough room for him to lie beside her.

“Strip,” she commanded, “but slowly. I want to enjoy the show.”

“And I thought I was the one supposed to be asking for a striptease,” he chuckled while starting to disrobe.

“Striptease? I like the sound of that. How do you do a striptease?”

“For guys? I’m not sure,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head.

Titus looked down at his body. The intended Hero had definitely worked out, and the chores associated with living a homesteader’s life had kept him in excellent shape. He tried to remember some of the poses he saw on ads back on Earth and hooked a thumb on his pants, pulling them down slightly while running his other hand through his hair and giving her what he hoped was a smoldering look.

Alise’s mouth hung open, and her tongue ran over her lips as her eyes devoured the sight before her. “I think I like stripteases,” she breathed as one of her hands came up to her breast and pinched a nipple before trailing down her belly toward her groin.

Titus basked in the unabashed lust on the pig-girl’s face for a moment before continuing to undress. A tiny voice in the back of his head whined that she wasn’t giving that look to him, but to the Hero’s body. He flashed through all of the shoveling, woodcutting, hunting, and foraging he had done since being dropped into this body and sternly told the voice to shut the fuck up. As near as he could tell, he earned that look.

Alise patted the bed in front of her once he shed his last bit of clothing. “On your knees.” Titus did as directed, putting his hard cock in line with her face as it bounced slightly with his heartbeat. Alise looked up at him as her tongue bathed the head, then closed her eyes as she slowly sucked him into her mouth. His prick bumped the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. To his surprise, she didn’t back off, wincing as she tried to force the head into her throat.

“‘Lise?” he asked, placing a hand on her head. Though she loved sucking him off, it had become quite apparent that Alise wasn’t cut out for deepthroating. Her gag reflex simply wouldn’t allow it. Titus had never once thought of complaining. He was perfectly happy to have a woman who loved sucking his cock as much as she did and wasn’t about to fuck things up by whining about her not doing more to please him. He appreciated that she was trying so hard, but the way she winced as she tried to force his prick down her throat was quickly taking the enjoyment out of the situation.

Alise backed off his cock and looked up at him. “Don’t worry,” she said with a smile that contradicted the tears in her eyes, “this is just part of the preparation. Besides, it let me see if I could take you any deeper.” Before he could mount an argument, she stuffed his prick back into her mouth.

After a few more gagging attempts to deepthroat him, she backed off, leaving a thick coating of unusually slick saliva covering his prick. She nudged him off the bed with one hand while the other reached for a towel she’d laid nearby to wipe her face down. As he stood beside the bed, she scooted around until she was lying on her side with her knees drawn up and her ass hanging off the side of the bed. Titus was familiar with making love to her like this as the bed’s height lined him up perfectly with her pussy. What he wasn’t expecting was one of the pig girl’s hands to slip down and cover her sex as the other lifted a buttcheek exposing her back entrance glistening with lubricant in the magical candlelight.

“My gift to you and your gift to me. I love you, Titus, and I want you to have my last virginity. And since you never did this back in your world, I’m also getting yours.”

“You’re sure about this?”

Alise nodded. “Haim gave me a lot of tips to make it feel as good as possible but said that I should save my bottom for someone special. I think you’re that someone special.”

Titus hesitated. “But I’m going off adventuring in the spring.”

“I know. But you’re coming back so we can start a family.”

“What if I end up bringing other women with me?”

“They’ll just have to remember that I was first,” she said, reaching back and tugging at his hip. “Now take me.”

Titus was already amazed that he had held out this long and placed the head of his cock against her pucker. He hesitated a second time, but only to lift one of Alise’s legs and rest it on his chest. He wanted to watch this moment and burn it into his memory. The hand on his hip stopped him as Alise took some calming breaths before coaxing him forward again. Her rosebud resisted for a few seconds before giving way to his spit-slickened cock. After stretching to accommodate the head, Alise jerked with surprise when the ring of her sphincter snapped around his shaft.

It took all his strength not to groan as the tightness and heat of her rear closed around the head of his prick. Alise held him in place for a few long moments before she began squeezing and relaxing her back entrance. To his surprise, the woman started panting, and it didn’t seem to be from discomfort.

“Are you okay?” Titus asked.

“Didn’t expect it ... to feel good,” she said between breaths.

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“It’s a little uncomfortable, but no, it doesn’t hurt,” she said as the hand covering her sex drifted up to rub the top of her pussy. “You feel so much better than my fingers did.”

Titus guessed that she lubed and stretched herself with her fingers while ‘preparing’ earlier. “Let me know when you are ready for me to move.”

Alise moaned in response as she squeezed down on him a handful more times, then indicated with a slight tug she was ready for more.

Titus’s eyes were glued to where they were joined as his cock slowly disappeared inside her rectum. The feeling was indescribable as he passed through the tight ring of muscle that Alise kept squeezing and relaxing. Titus stopped halfway in and let the tightening of her rear pull him forward, then stayed in place as she relaxed her sphincter, letting it slide further down his shaft. It quite literally felt like her ass was drawing him in, as if begging to have him deep inside her bottom.

The thought was too much for the man, and with a groan and a jerk of his hips, he started coating the inside of her ass with cum. Alise’s head popped up, and she looked at Titus with wide eyes for just a moment before vibrating the top of her sex with her fingers. A loud moan escaped her as she shifted on the bed to take the remainder of Titus’s cock.

A few seconds later, Titus gasped as the unexpected orgasm released him. Looking down, he was treated to the sight of the pig-girl furiously masturbating with his cock still buried in her ass. Deciding to help her along, he partly withdrew his half-hard prick and then slowly slid it back inside her. Alise squealed and bit the bedsheets as her fingers somehow moved even faster. Titus settled into a slow steady rhythm as the pig-girl huffed and panted beneath him but only got to enjoy the feel of fucking her ass for a minute before she spit out the bedsheet.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Titus! Fuck my ass!” she howled.

He was happy to oblige, and in seconds his hips slammed against her backside as he pistoned in and out of her rear entrance. Titus’s cock seemed to gain new life as she continued to half-order, half-beg him to fuck her harder.

The hand that had been on his hip grabbed his arm. Titus made one final thrust and held himself as deep as he could in her ass as Alise turned her head and shrieked into the sheets. The pig-girl’s rectum clamped down on his cock so hard he thought she might be trying to pull it off and keep it, but his attention quickly shifted to the stream of fluid erupting from Alise’s pussy and splashing against his belly.

Back on Earth, he had gotten good enough with his hands and fingers that making a woman squirt was not a new experience. However, he had no idea that a woman could come so hard from being fucked in the ass and was truly shocked when more jets followed the first, each coinciding with her backdoor trying to crush his cock in its grip.

Alise’s orgasm finally subsided, but hadn’t let her go completely. Her bottom continued to massage his prick with orgasmic aftershocks, and her eyes stayed closed while she attempted to catch her breath. A few seconds later, her breathing slowed as her body relaxed completely.

“‘Lise?” Titus called.

No answer.

“Aliiiise,” he called again, reaching out and gently rocking her by the shoulder.

The pig girl came awake with a start, and Titus groaned as her ass clamped down on his invading cock. She blinked a few times as she got her bearings and frowned at the wetness on Titus’s belly before her eyes settled on his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever climaxed that hard,” she whispered in awe of what just happened.

“Want to try for a second one?”

“You and the bed are soaked, and you already finished once,” said Alise.

“As you can tell, I’m hard again,” he replied. Alise’s breath caught in her throat as Titus slowly withdrew from her ass. She then arched her back as he slid back in. “Only a dead man wouldn’t be after that. And since my first time was too quick for my liking, I’d like to make it worth all the effort you put into tonight. Are you good for a second round?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers finding the top of her sex again.

Alise walked funny most of the next morning from the soreness in her rear but made sure that Titus knew she was just uncomfortable and not in any real pain.

“Now, we need to get your pack ready,” she said as they ate the breakfast Titus had prepared while sitting on extra pillows and towels. “We typically have about a week of good weather after solstice before the winter storms roll in. Once the blizzards hit, we may not be able to get out of the house for a week or more, and we will need to keep the fire hot to make sure snow doesn’t block the chimney.”

“What about melting the snow on top of the house? It sounds like you’re expecting a lot more than what we’ve seen so far.”

“Keeping the snow off the roof was preparation for the storms. Think of the weight of all the snow we’ve melted, then add that to what we usually get in the blizzards, and I start to worry.”

“Okay, I get it now.”

“Mom and Dad built a sturdy home for me, and it’s kept me warm and safe all these years. I’m just happy to share those dark and lonely nights with someone this year.”

“You said ‘your’ pack. Does that mean I’m going alone?”

Alise nodded. “Your long legs will be able to move quicker over the snow. If you leave tomorrow morning, you should be able to make it in one day. I’d just slow you down, and we’d end up camping on the side of the road somewhere.”

“It only took us a handful of hours to get to Lylean the last time,” he said with a hint of skepticism.

“You don’t understand how much snow can slow down travel, and once you get there, you will be so exhausted you’ll only have eyes or time for the nearest inn. Of course, you could find those two girls and see if you can save the cost of the inn.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“Titus,” she said, laying her hand on his arm.

“What?” he asked, taken aback by the intensity of her gaze.

“I need this.”

“You need me to save some money by sleeping with other women?”

Alise rolled her eyes at him. “No. In the spring, you are going off adventuring, and I may not see you for years. Before that happens, I need assurance that you will come back to me.”

“And bedding some Lylean girls does this how?”

“You could go to Lylean, have some fun with the girls, and never look back. I know in my heart that you would never do such a thing, but a little voice in my head is still scared. If you go to Lylean without me, have your fun, then come back to me, I think I can shut that voice up for good. If I don’t, the doubt will gnaw at me and may poison my love for you. I don’t want to chance that.”

“What if I come home with another woman?”

Alise blinked. “What?”

“What if I find another woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with and bring her back here to be a part of our family?”

“I ... never thought of that.”

“I’m not saying it will happen on this trip, or at all for that matter, but it’s something to consider. Still,” he said with an over-dramatic sigh, “it feels like you’ve had your fun, and now you’re trying to get rid of me.”