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Tor bellowed, “Milav-mina. Bera deto worria.” Love of mine, bow to your warrior.
She stuck her tongue out. “Desh-ti.” Make me.
Easily, he flipped her onto her back, then twisted the cudgel from her grip and threw it into the bushes.
“Shit,” she muttered. “I meant to fight you for much longer. But then…I ask myself why.” Her eyes met his and softened. “C’mere, my big green guy.”
He laughed, kissing her nose. “Can’t you remember the formal name you’re supposed to call me?” He recited the words himself. “Mi Kaka e Mata.” My Lord and master.
“Ha, no way, not calling you that. Not til you’ve proved yourself.”
“Ora di maka tri!” Tor shouted to the heavens. Let the mateship begin! And then he wound his big fingers into her braids and plundered her mouth.
She let out a little mewl as her body surged to meet his, her legs flinging wide around his hips.
His cock was ready for action. Swollen and weeping already, pre-cum dripping onto her outfit. He smelled her answering arousal, sweet and heady.
She bit his lip and let out little sounds that were very close to orcish.
“Pull my hair, hard,” she whined. He did so, and as her neck arched, he placed kisses on her exposed jaw, her eyelids, the tip of her nose, then returned to plundering her lips.
Rougher now, their tongues dueled.
As he lowered himself onto her, everything coalesced, his whole body alight from the chase, the fight, the magical olden orc words of Orcbind they’d shared.
The scent of her arousal almost overpowered him, to the point where he would happily take her with no preamble. But tradition demanded more.
“Permi-ta?” Will you allow me access?
“Yata mina.” Yes, my love. “Ne a alla.” Now and always. “Kaka e Mata.” Lord and master.
“Ne a alla,” Tor repeated after her. “Milav mina!” Now and always, love of mine. And with a final shout of triumph, he ripped her outfit off her, plundering her with his big hands. Shona gave as good as she got, rubbing and scratching at his pecs and shoulders. His hand went between them and found her wet cleft, and with his thumb pad he circled her swollen clit. She cried out, tugged his hair. Frenzied, Tor pushed her legs wide and went down on her, sucking and licking her seam, readying her for his cock, his knot, with his saliva, taking her just to the edge, until she begged incoherently for completion.
Finally he took it one step further, rimming her small hole at the back with a thumb pad while he worked her clit and entrance.
Her frenzied cries, her fingers pulling his braids hard, her sweet pussy clenching around his fingers—oh, she was so damn close. And that’s when he drew away. He stood, ripped off the sporran and let her see the cock on him. She scrabbled to her knees, salivating. And he put it to her lips in a gesture that was both possessive and loving.
She strained to take him in her mouth, licking and slurping at him until he too was on the edge of no going back. Then it was her turn to draw back, and in moments they were rolling together, biting, plundering, laughing, shouting.
Finally, Tor flipped her onto her front. Kneeling on the hard rock, his cock huge and ready, with his other hand he teased her clit mercilessly.
He tugged her hair back until her head was close to his mouth and gritted out dirty words in orcish, telling her how much he loved her juicy sweet cunt, how he was going to knot her to the hilt, claim her as his forever.
She whimpered, “Yesssss,” and while she may not know all the words, he knew she understood his meaning.
He lifted her up against the rocky surface, a perfect platform. With one hand splayed on her sweet butt cheek, steadying her, he entered her from behind, anchoring her hips with one big hand as he drove into her, the other still working the swollen bud of her clit.
She turned her head and he saw her cheeks flushing, her lips quivering, as her pussy opened like a flower and sucked in his cock.
Deeper, deeper, until his swollen root was teasing her pussy lips.
“More,” she begged.
He pushed deeper…
And then deeper still, until his knot slid inside her beautiful tight wet cunt.
For a moment they both stilled, panting hard.
