“Mm, I like it when you say ‘please’. But like I said, naughty girls have to wait.” His voice rumbles through me, even thoughour chests don’t touch. It’d be a lie to say the word naughty doesn’t send a thrill through me.
“I need you. Please.” I say again.
“That’s good,” he says with a short nod. The dildo disappears from my torso, where he’s teasing me, up and down, and reappears against my clit.
“More,” I demand. He shakes his head and kisses me. I spread my leg wider and dig my heel into the floor, trying to lift up and capture the damned dildo. He doesn’t give in, but he does slide it through my wetness and then back to my clit, this time applying more pressure.
It’s all I need to come against this fake orc cock, wishing it were the real thing.
“You’re so pretty when you come,” he whispers after I’ve caught my breath. A delicious orgasm. The problem is—it left me wanting more. A lot more. Sweet kisses along my body are electric, each one leaving me with more and more desire.
“I’m so empty,” I say, not even hating the way there’s pleading in my voice. It feels like relief when he shifts, his legs moving just enough to give me wiggle room. I wrap my legs around him, shocked at the way my butt lifts off the ground. Even though he’s on all fours, he’s still so big. Heels dug into his back, I tug on his shoulders, too, trying to get him to give in.
“You’re cute when you’re impatient,” he says. Then, “You want me to fill you up?”
That question, those words, undo something inside me. “Please,” I say, louder than I need to, my hands tugging at him again.
Leif stretches out next to me and removes his pants. I’m so distracted by his hand tracing circles along my torso, outlining my breasts, then nipples, then widening in diameter again, that I can’t focus on admiring the sight of him naked. Each swirl is almost a tickle, torturous as the rest of me demands attention, too. The need to have him touch me, in me, on me, is almost too much to bear. “Come here,” he says in a whisper.
Without a shred of self-consciousness or embarrassment, I climb this steady, powerful orc, pausing at the sight of his thick hard cock; somehow more intimidating than the dildo. Now I’m the one on my hands and knees. Legs spread wide to fit around him, I feel more nervous. I held that dildo; I know how big it was. “What’s wrong?” His intense eyes see straight through me.
“I know this sounds silly, but are you going to fit?” Covering my face with my hands, I have to sit up more. His cock thumps against my ass, which makes me laugh, all the while feeling ridiculously embarrassed.
“I’ll fit. I’ll also go slow, at your pace, okay, Beautiful?” His hands knead my thighs, and the sensation relaxes me. His calling me beautiful catches me off-guard. “Go slow,” he says. I nod, trying not to be weirded out that I want this—him—so much, and yet I’m intimidated, and not just by his size.
Lifting myself, I guide the tip of his weeping cock to my entrance, all the while he’s got one hand on my thigh and the other teasing my nipple. “That’s it. You’re so wet for me, so ripe. You feel amazing.” I know he isn’t all the way in yet, but already my body is moving on reflex, savoring the hardness of him and the stretch.
Oh, gods, the stretch. “Breathe for me,” he rasps, somehow knowing what I’m thinking. For all my playful taunting, saying I wasn’t good this year, flipping the damned dildo in my handlike some sex kitten goddess, I’m woefully inadequate for this moment.
Leif doesn’t question. Doesn’t push. Doesn’t do anything but support. My hands are on his shoulders, and he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s still able to lift himself, placing my nipple into his hot green mouth. The tugging and sucking is so exquisite, I cry out, which only makes him suck harder.
Together, slowly, we move together by the light of the fire. With snowflakes flying furiously outside and the wind howling, we’re snug, warm, and on fire with this Winter Solstice magic.
Eventually, I’m seated most of the way onto his cock, and I feel like I’ve conquered a mountain. And really, I’m barely holding on. The tingling down my spine when he kisses me almost sends me over the edge. He grasps at my waist, guiding me faster, until we’re both leaping over the edge of the cliff together.
Me, and my orc.
Together on the quilt, he reaches to the sofa to grab another blanket and place it over me, then wraps his arms around me. Each thump of his giant heart is in perfect rhythm with mine. It’s blissful being here, just like this, in this moment in time.
The clock on the wall strikes a chord, and for a minute, my brain takes me to a weird place of wondering if this is a Cinderella story. Will I turn into a pumpkin now that the solstice is over? Will he forget that I’m the perfect fit for him? Or will we go about our normal lives and only think of this night as a hazy memory?
“Oh no,” Leif says, his voice sharp as he turns to look at the clock. “What time is it?” Our quiet closeness post-orgasm is over as he scrambles. He doesn’t push me off of him, but carefullysets me on the quilt, wrapping it around me as he removes himself from our nest and stands to walk away, still naked.
Chapter 9
Leif
“Stay warm, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I say, half-distracted and mad at myself as I kiss the top of Addy’s head and leave her before the fire. Her gingerbread scent makes me pause, but just for a second. Tradition is hard to break.
Every orc family has their own winter solstice traditions. Mine includes slow roasting a boar, starting at midnight.
It seems weird to do this just for myself. I’m the last of my family here in Moonfang Haven. But it brings a bit of the magical spark back to me, even though I typically roll my eyes at any talk of magic. Donning my dad’s old apron around the waist, I get started so I can get back to Addy. I suppose…I’ll get to share my tradition with her if she’s still stuck here. That thought makes my heart feel funny again. Would she laugh if I talked about tradition, family, and magic? What would it be like to share the most important meal of the year with this woman I’m already obsessed with?
The smoker is set up on the back porch. Luckily, it’s on the lee side of this blizzard, so there’s some snow on the porch, but it’s mostly clear. I’ve already prepped the boar leg, brining it forthe last couple of days. Once I’ve got it set up in the smoker, the smoker on—wood chips added—and back inside, I’m a little chilly.
Addy is still curled up in the quilt on the floor; it’s possible she’s asleep. As quietly as possible, I put more wood on the fire to keep her warm. That’s when I hear her giggle.
“Do you ever sleep?” I ask. This is twice now. Not that I’m complaining. The sound of her laughter makes my heart skip a beat.
