“Swallow.”
With his hand resting on my throat, I swallow. And I understand what he desires, though he’s not forcing or threatening me. He’s not like the other orcs, demanding or controlling. But he’s very sure of himself, confident that he will get what he desires.
I slide down Verig’s body, running my hands over hard muscles before they settle on his massive thighs. With the tip of my tongue, I flick the dark green head of his cock several times, enjoying how his hands sink into my hair, holding me, keeping me from going anywhere.
He thinks he’s in control. Most men do. My tongue wraps around his tip, but I never take him in my mouth, mostly because that’s what he expects.
He tugs my hair back, prompting me to look up at him. “There is nothing more a male likes than seeing his female on her knees before him.”
“Is that your way of saying you want more?”
His fingers trail down the side of my throat. “Beautiful.”
One word, that’s all it takes, and I’m sucking on him. Like velvet over iron, his cock fills my mouth. With each bob on and off his length, his moans fill the room. My pussy clenches with need.
His hands loosen in my hair, giving me the room to move, to take him farther down my throat. The tenderness with which he holds me makes me push myself to please him. I’ve never taken a male so deep, but I’m determined to do this for him.
Why him? The thought bounces around until I shove it aside, focus on breathing through my nose, and sink deeper onto him. When my forehead brushes his groin, he pulls out unexpectedly and lifts me off the floor.
Our eyes meet. No words are spoken, but I see wonder, confusion, and lust battling within him.
“Verig…”
He tosses me onto the bed and I yelp from the unexpectedness, but fuck me, there’s nothing as erotic as lying naked atop fur while a huge male hovers over me, dragging his wet cock along the inside of my thigh.
I spread for him out of instinct, but he doesn’t impale me. He gathers my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head as he runs a tusk over one of my very hard nipples, sending a delicious shudder through me. He repeats the action, alternating breasts, drawing moan after moan from me. He’s killing me with need, and I think he knows it.
Yes, I started this, but he’s going to end it his way.
I struggle against his hold. He’s immovable, but I know if I ask him to release me, he will.
When have I ever trusted a man like this?
Never.
“You have me at your mercy, Warrior,” I say, my tone coy. “What now?”
That salacious grin appears. I don’t see it often, but when Ido, it does things to me, almost as unspeakable as the way he sucks on my nipple.
His mouth pulls me in. Warm, wet, and utterly sublime. He’s a master at this, and I’m melting into a puddle of boneless flesh.
I’m the first woman he’s had since his wife. I don’t know how to process that, other than to feel privileged and honored.
My hips lift from the bed, demanding more, but Verig takes his time, ignoring the way I undulate with need beneath him.
When he releases my breast from his mouth, it’s only to run those tusks over my wet, hard nipples. I nearly orgasm right then. I don’t understand what it is about him or his tusks, but when he licks his way up my neck, kissing his way to my mouth, I nip at him.
His lips curl back, flashing those tusks which makes me gush. I sense the shift in him. There’s no ending this, even if I wanted to. He’s caught my scent.
His tusks graze along my lips, but never with the tips. Then he pushes his tongue between my lips, hard, eager, and commanding.
“Fuck me, Verig,” I push the words out because I’m so aroused I can’t stand it anymore. “Fuck me like I’m yours.”
VERIG
This female knowshow to entice me, with her words, her scent, the way her eyes follow me, but mostly her attitude. She’s as fierce as an orc warrior and so unlike any female I’ve known. She does not bargain for power or favors. She takes me as I am. A male with half a soul.
“Fuck me like I’m yours,” she says with an intensity that turns me harder than steel.
