i think loser!abby would 100% watch your every move while she goes down on you and always ask for reassurance so she knows that she’s making you feel good…ok anyways
the way my brain short circuited 🫠
When it first happened, you had just assumed it was because it was your first time doing anything together as a couple and that she was just nervous to touch you, in case she was doing anything wrong. The first night— although every night reminds you of the first because even though she was a nervous wreck half the time, she was still gentle with you. It was something you can’t forget. You’d never forget that even if she did have two of her fingers deep in your cunt, lips around your clit, and the pornographic sounds she was able to tear from you, it was heaven for her because you just looked so goddamn pretty all spread on her bed, begging for her. “You’re so pretty, could look at you for the rest of my life—”
It was quick how those weeks of dating had turned to months, then suddenly it was 2 years, and she was still doing it. Abby took in every detail of you. There wasn’t a part of you that she wanted to miss. She loved to watch the way your brows would furrow. How your fingers would curl up in the sheet, and grip a little too tightly that your knuckles turn white. The way your mouth would open, followed by a shaky breath when her fingers would brush against the spot that always sent you crazy and how your thighs would clench around her head. If there was something she loved the most, it would be when you ramble out the continuous strings of “so good, making me feel so good Abs—” and that would send her in her own frenzy. groaning and humming into your cunt, eyes flickering between your eyes, your tits—everywhere.
Now though? watching you as she fucks you and making you cum are the only two things on her mind. Her blonde hair is thrown over her shoulder, wispy parts sticking to her sweaty forehead, and her eyes are just focused on her fingers. Watching as your cunt squeezes around them, and then she’s spewing those small “is that good, baby?” “am i doing okay?” “looks so pretty like this” “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen” that drives you crazy and she can’t stop blushing & smirking when you’re just nodding frantically, gasping into the arm you’ve got thrown over your face.
And when your hips start bucking up into her touch, she stills in her movements, her mouth is back on your cunt— almost winding you because she’s always been so quick and she’s letting you fuck her face, ride her tongue, whatever you need— but her hooded eyes once more remain on you. and her mouth drools at the sight of you cupping your tits, squeezing them with a whimper.
The sobs of “so good, always so good” fill her ears and she whimpers into your pussy, wrapping her arms tighter around your thighs. Who cares if her jaw hurts? If she’s making you feel this good, getting a sore jaw is nothing. She’s saying something, but you can’t quite make out what— not that she would care if you can understand it, because when your hand is on the back of her head, holding her there while your thighs tighten just slightly, she's starved, eyes rolling into the back of her head because you just taste so fuckin good. And it certainly isn’t until she can hear you gasping breathlessly, body almost collapsing back on the bed that she mewls, happily and contently licking and sucking at your folds.
Every night ends with the same, “was that good baby?”
Actually i have quite a few monstrous characters who would impregnate the prince on sight, not just the pretty orc girl and her massive flaired horse cock