I trap that nub between my lips and suck. My female’s back arches and her fingers pull my hair hard, the type of pain that quickly turns to pleasure. My cock swells and it’s all I can do tokeep myself from lining it up with her tight cunt and thrusting into her.
“Atoooox!” she screams as she comes on my tongue.
The taste of her and hearing her screams of pleasure overwhelm me… agrak. The grak who defeated Narzik im Grak.
My balls tighten and my cock spills its release all over the floor. A waste of seed, but necessary. My female, as delectable as she tastes, and as beautiful as she sounds screaming my name, is not ready for me. Soon, though. Very soon.
I climb up over her small but soft body on the bed, and drag my cock through her swollen folds, letting her feel my girth. She raises her hips to grind against me. This might be the key to her accepting her role here. Making her want me as much as I want her.
I lift my torso from her and pull her higher up on the bed, turning her onto her side until her backside rests against my cock. I enjoy pressing my cock against a female’s fleshy backside, and this female has more cushion than female orcs. The humans failed to see what a treasure they sold to me. Their loss, the fools.
“You did more than touch,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.
“You didn’t say I should only touch with my hands.”
“Would you have listened if I had?”
“No.”
I hear a slight laugh, then she squirms, but does not attempt to rise from my bed. She’s pulling her tunic down over her sex and her ass, placing a barrier between us. I pull the tunic up to her hips, giving my cock its deserved resting place against those fleshy globes, then I pull a fur over us, to ensure she stays warm.
“Tell me, female. Do you still fear the dark?”
“No, Grak. I fear you.”
“That too will change.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
PALOMA
Ilay awake in bed, with Atox’s arms around me, and his cock—his veryhardcock—pressed between my butt cheeks. Shock rolls through me as I process what the hell just happened. Atox licked and sucked on me until my womb throbbed, my clit pulsed, and I exploded.
I’ve never had a true orgasm, at least not with a guy. I’ve had a few on my own, but nothing as intense or pleasurable as the one he just gave me. No matter how fabulous that orgasm was, that was not the type of touching I’d initially consented to. Not that consent means much to Atox. Not exactly.
He pulls me flush against his chest, encircling me in a cage of muscle and blessed heat. These tunnels are cold, but right now, snuggled up against this orc, I’m nice and toasty. And surprisingly, I’m not mad. I don’t feel violated. I’m not even truly sure if I inadvertently consented to what he just did by not being more precise with my words.
This orc confuses the hell out of me, but I know three truths. First, I don’t fear the dark as long as he’s here with me. Second, Idon’t fear Atox. Well, not as I did before. Third, and perhaps most puzzling, I’m not sure where I stand with him… or where Iwantto stand with him.
I get the sense that he is compromising in his own needs to ease me into this new life. But it’s a life I can’t and don’t want to accept.
As wired as I am after that orgasm, I’m also incredibly tired. And lying next to him is like having my own personal heated blanket which feels glorious in the cool cave. For now, I let myself relax. Oddly enough, I feel safer here with him than I have in a long time.
After I was attacked aboard theMayfloweron our trip to Kovos, I shied away from all men, except my father. Though he had let me down by not believing me. My mother never doubted me. She’s the one who reported the incident to the cendagi aboard.
Thinking about that night, and the fact that the male who accosted me might still be working on theMayflower,makes me reconsider my plans. I’m not sure I can bear the thought of traveling on that same ship to return to Earth, but if I don’t, I could be stuck here, with Atox.
Would that be so bad?
One orgasm is not the reason to accept a forced marriage, or whatever this is.
But the male is not what I expected in so many ways. Yes, he’s arrogant and demanding, but he’s been rather fair and decent to me, considering the circumstances. I have to try to see things from his perspective, his culture, not only my own.
“Go to sleep, female.”
“How did you know I’m still awake?”
“You’re breathing is uneven, as if you’re troubled.”
