Karl, scooted back with a bit of concern.  

“Okake, are you okay?”

She nodded but couldn’t figure out what to say.

“Hey, let me try something.  If it upsets, you just let me know and I can stop.”

She nodded, but the tears were starting to pool at the corner of her eyes.

He scooted the end of the bed and carefully opened her legs.  She rolled her eyes in fear thinking that he was going to try to mate with her.  Instead, he kissed the instead of one of her thighs and then the other.  Her thigh muscles flexed and released over and over, but she finally started to relax.  She didn’t know what he was doing, but the pleasure was intense enough that she wanted more.  

When he reached the apex of her groin.  He gently kissed her clit.  Thankfully the Orc woman or, at least, Okake had a prominent one. He tickled the clit with his tongue while inhaling the scent from her loins.  Okake froze once again, but not in the way it was before.  She had never had anyone touch her in such a vulnerable state.  She was in a position to rip his head off, but he remained calmly trying to pleasure her.   He reached up around her legs and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples again.  

Without any warning she screamed as she climaxed, grabbing Karl’s head and fighting herself against grinding his face into her crotch or pulling him away breaking his neck.  Since her hands lay on his head he went ahead and continued to run his tongue around her clit.  Once again, she climaxed screaming in pleasure.  When her body stopped convulsing, she pushed him away just so she could breathe.  

Karl drew himself to his knees and wiped his face with the back of his hand and laid down next to her, pulling her close.  

“It seems like you enjoyed that.”  He said with a smile.

Okake stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what happened.  She had never experienced an orgasm.  Her heart rate was coming back to the normal range when rolled to Karl and grabbed and pulled him close.

“I want this all the time.” 

He said, “I’ll see what I can do!”

The next several weeks were spent in a competition of cunilingus versus hand job.  It seemed like any given opportunity was a chance to trick the other into action.  Karl’s favorite to date was Okake working on the counter trying to hang a shelf while he was in the kitchen.  Not thinking much of it as they had become used to working around each other without conversation he eventually turned to ask her a question, but she no longer had pants on.  He stopped and laughed as she looked around and said, “it’s not going to lick itself…”

He dropped whatever was in his hands and moved to her.  His hands ran over her muscled haunches and kissed the soft brush.  He started pushing his tongue along the cleft so that the tip touched her clit on the downward stroke. She moaned as his pace picked up slightly.  He paused slightly to bring his tongue to bear on her anus.  He gently spread her cheeks lightly while tentatively touching the now contracting and dilating area with his tongue.  

Okake reached back to grab his head and force into the crease.  He had to rapidly tap on her side because his face was smashed to the point where he could not move. She got the message and released him.  

Karl took a deep breath and gave her anus a quick lick.  

“Do you like that?”

Okake tossed her head in the affirmative but didn’t say anything.  Karl thought this might be dangerous territory.  So far, the list of things off the table were pretty obvious, but inventiveness helped move around triggers. 

He once again did a quick lick and then a swirl.  When this continued to be received with a moan of appreciation, he tried using the flat of his tongue like a broad brush on the whole surface.  The flexing of the area continued and so he thought he would push the limit a bit more.  He pushed his tongue against the structure and dilation occurred automatically.  He got a bit more of his tongue and flicked the tip inside.  While he did this, he thought he’d try another area that had been off limits.  While he worked his tongue in and out of her, he moved a hand to the inside of her thigh and moved it up to the labia and gently touched her clit.  

Okake fought a series of emotions and physical impulses, but when Karl had entered her with his tongue, she felt the precipice of something great.  The moment he touched her clit her belly went slack and then tightened.  Her head dropped to the counter top where she barely noticed strings of saliva coming from her mouth and making a pool.  She convulsed in an orgasm that made her pull ridges of wood out of the counter top as she made low animal sounds.  

Karl wasn’t sure when to stop.  With her ass in the air and face on the counter she made no sign to halt his work, but she finally made waving motions with her hand, and he pulled away.  She fell to her side on the counter knocking the shelf of its temporary mounting and strewing tools and kitchen items across the counter and on the floor.  

Okake’s tear and snot-stained face looked up at Karl.  “Dear gods.”