#okottuma

Attuma had always been big. Round as a child, long as an adolescent, broad as a man. It was his nature. He stood a head above most people, two above others. Hands, feet, arms, legs— no part of him was small.

His cock was no exception.

His youth had been filled with reticent partners, most balking at the sight of him and some refusing him outright. Years of clumsy fumblings and mediocre encounters gave him pause where penetration was concerned, and he’d quickly become well-versed in pleasuring his bedmates without it. Instead, Attuma used his fingers and tongue, lavishing his lovers with affection and taking himself in hand afterward.

He’d expected nothing different from Okoye.

The first time she took him to her bed, Attuma spent nearly an hour exploring every curve of her battle-hardened body. He laved his tongue over dark nipples, decorating the underside of heavy breasts with wet kisses and raining the same upon the raised dotted scars encircling her waist. He sank between her legs, spreading them wider to accommodate the broadness of his shoulders, and ravished her hips with sharp bites, then sucked the arousal from the soft skin of her inner thighs. Burying his tongue in her folds, Attuma feasted on her until she cried out. Large hands held her hips in place as he redoubled his efforts, his appetite for her matching the rest of him. He drank from her greedily until her cries became near screams, relenting only when she pushed his head away weakly, legs quivering from his tender attentions.

Attuma trailed his kisses to her knee while she recovered, and when she’d stopped shaking, Okoye gave him a breathless smile and bit her lip, beckoning him closer. She kissed him hard, tongue tangling with his to taste the remnants of herself, and he lost himself in the wet heat of her mouth. His lungs burned, but Attuma was too consumed with the feel of her to care. So consumed that he couldn’t stop her when she reached for his wex and palmed his length through the fabric. Their lips broke apart, both breathing gasps of surprise. Attuma winced, bracing himself for hesitation or rejection.

Instead, Okoye grinned.

“Shouldn’t have expected anything less,” she whispered with a chuckle, twisting her wrist under his garment until her palm met his flesh. “I think,” she said, hefting his thick member up, “I’m going to need to be on top, though.”

Attuma let out a sound between a growl and a groan as she fisted his cock with one hand and buried the other in his hair, pulling him into another fiery kiss. Delicate fingers swept over his weeping crown, and he hissed, tearing his lips from hers, hips jerking involuntarily.

Okoye smirked and released him, tugging on the knot holding his undergarment together. “Take this off for me?”

He obliged without thinking, earning himself another grin.

Attuma ducked his head to claim her lips again, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling on ripened flesh. Okoye moaned and splayed her legs out, reaching for his length again. He released her lip with a soft pop as she began stroking him slowly, and his head fell to her shoulder as he tried to control himself. Chaac help him— her touch would be his undoing.

Attuma groaned her name as she repeated her earlier motions, then growled a curse when she stopped abruptly. His lover laughed and kissed his neck in consolation before bidding him to sit up, switching their positions. He maneuvered himself as she asked, shuffling backward until his back rested against her padded headboard. Okoye followed him fluidly, swinging her leg over his and settling astride him. He could feel the heat emanating from her center and twisted his hands in the sheets to keep from thrusting up into her. His mind spun in a haze, every thought and sense occupied by her as she ghosted kisses from his gills to his jaw and traced her tongue along the pulsing vein in his neck. She rocked her hips as their lips crashed together again, coating his crown with her arousal, and Attuma gave thanks and prayed for mercy in one silent breath against her mouth when she drew back. A sultry whisper in his ear asked if he was ready, and he could only answer with a confused hum before choking on a gasp as she notched the tip of his cock at her silken entrance and began her slow descent.

His hands flew to Okoye’s hips as she began to sink down onto him, bruising grip drawing a hiss from her lips. Exhaling sharply, Attuma eased his hold and ran his hands encouragingly over her sides, ruthlessly tamping down the carnal desire to shove the rest of himself inside her. She was warm and wet and clinging to him so damned tight; he was sure he would lose his mind. Then, as if she purposely sought to drive him to madness, the damned temptress started talking.

“Fuck… Attuma… Fuck.” Okoye was breathless, chest heaving as she panted. “I knew you’d be big but fuck,” she gasped, still sinking onto him oh so slowly. “Told myself to be careful, to go slo-oh.” Her words became a drawn-out moan as she lowered herself over the thickest portion of his cock. Her head was thrown back, face twisted in painful pleasure, and her nails dug grooves in his arms and shoulders. “Attu-mah.” His name was a broken epitaph on her lips as their hips met, and he was seated fully inside of her, doing everything he could not to come undone from the velvet heat encompassing every inch of him. “Bast… You’re so de-ep… Oh fuck. Ah-tuma, fuck! I’m so f-ull.” Words spilled from her lips in choppy waves, and she rested her forehead on his, breaths coming heavy against his lips as she adjusted to Attuma’s girth.

“Okoye… toop,” he murmured through clenched teeth, kissing the corner of her mouth and echoing her sentiments in his native tongue. He could feel every hollow breath she took as her pussy quivered around him. His hands found their way back to her hips, fingers flexing against her flesh. “Is it— Is it too much?” Attuma breathed the question in her ear, trying not to focus on the sweet clench of her cunt.

“Mm-mm.” Okoye shook her head slightly as she answered, nudging her nose against his and giving a small roll of her hips.

Silken walls fluttered with the motion, and he hissed. “Do you want more?”

“Mm-hm.”

Attuma wrapped an arm around her waist and cupped the back of her head, kissing her fully. She rolled against him again when their lips parted, stuttering out another gasp of his name when he rocked up in response. They rolled and rocked in tandem, creating their own rhythm. He watched in awe as her face contorted in pleasure, hands roving down her body and settling on her ass. Okoye bade him move faster, push deeper, fuck her harder. Attuma could only oblige.

She was close; her body told him before her mouth did— she just needed a push.

Attuma buried his face in Okoye’s neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the underside of her jaw and tightening his grip on her ass. Working her up and down on his cock, he glanced between them and nearly lost control.

“Fuck, ch’ujuk ba’al… I wish you could see yourself. You’re split open so prettily for me,” he panted in her ear. She moaned in reply, and he worked her faster, forcing her to bounce on his thick shaft. “That’s it, jats’uts’… you take me so well. Tell me, Okoye: do you like how my cock fills you? Am I deeper than anyone’s been before?” He tilted her hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. “Are you fuller than you ever dreamed of being?” Choked sobs were his only answers, and he could feel her pussy tightening as she came closer to the brink. Attuma gritted his teeth and growled. “I know you’re going to come, ch’ujuk ba’al. I want you to. I want you to come just like this— pussy stretched around me, gripping me.”

Okoye garbled out a gasp, writhing against him as her hips bucked down in a frenzy, chasing a high he was all too eager to give.

“C’mon ‘Koye…” he urged, plowing into her and carving out a place only he could reach. “Ko’ox in polla xtóop’ [Come on my thick cock].”

Okoye’s body went taut, muscles tensing, and she let out a strangled scream. Her pussy clamped around him like a vice, sending him spiraling toward his own release. His mouth found her collarbone again, sucking a mark onto the juncture of her neck. He thrust into her once, twice, thrice, biting down viciously as he came with a harsh groan, flooding her. His hips jerked as her cunt milked him for every drop of his seed, and he kissed the already darkening mark on her neck tenderly.

Falling back against the headboard, Attuma held her to him while they tried to catch their breath. He ran a hand down her sweat-slicked back, careful not to jostle her. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m fine, and you were perfect,” Okoye hummed and pressed a kiss to his chest, then grinned at him. “Definitely a tight fit, but I’m not complaining.”

~Finis~

A/N: I'm saving all my herbals for the deplorable filth I'm planning to write for the rest of this month 😂. Asks are always open, and comments & reblogs make my day 🫶🏾