“Please let me see you, my lord,” she whispered. “I need to see you.Please.”
And John liked that, he wanted that, the approval and the affection and the sheerneedflashing across those eyes — and Rosa shuddered all over at the sight of his hands slowly, indulgently dropping to his groin, and drawing himself out.
Andfuck, he was huge. Swelled and inflamed fuller than Rosa had ever seen him, thick and scarred and flushed, and dripping from that sleek head in a steady stream of white. The sight and the smell of it so damned magnificent that Rosa was oddly, acutely aware that they weren’t alone in this room, this room was full oforcs— some of which John had clearly had before, maybe like this. And his beauty and his power were supposed to be hers, only hers, and a furtive glance around indeed showed many orcs looking, watching, seeing her mate’s spectacular cock, some of them evenlicking their lips—
Another light tug of her chain dragged Rosa’s gaze back up to John’s face — but she couldn’t hide her wince, her chagrin, her sudden surging jealousy. Perhaps, even, hershame.
There was a hanging instant, John’s head tilting — and in a quick jolt of movement, he was crouching before her. Slipping his chain-studded hand gentle against her neck, his hunger simmering behind something that looked almost like —concern.
“Pet,” he breathed. “My rose. Are you well.”
A quavering shiver wrenched through Rosa’s kneeling body, and John’s eyes searched hers, digging deep, so powerful it felt like he was brushing at her very soul. “What vexes you, pet,” he whispered. “Speak to me. We may stop, or leave, at any moment, should you wish.”
And the offer of that, the fierce potentcareof that, somehow brought a wavering smile to Rosa’s mouth, as another staggering surge of hunger shot through her groin. “No,” she gasped. “Please. It’s just” — she darted a helpless glance at the watching orcs — “they can allseeyou. And you’remine.”
Comprehension flared across John’s eyes, along with an unmistakable relief. “Ach, I am,” he said, the coolness creeping back into his voice. “I am your bonded mate. I am the father of your son. And thus, I shall never again touch another. But” — those claws traced, soft, against herkraga— “I am yet an orc. I am yet the last of the Ka. And should we stay, I shall flaunt my hunger, and my good seed, and my power over you. I shall flaunt my pretty, obedient pet, as you suckle and scream and spurt upon me.”
It was a warning of what was to come, Rosa’s flailing brain realized — but it was also John speaking his own truth, perhaps even accepting it. I am your mate. I am an orc. The last of the Ka.
And there hadn’t been the faintest trace of reluctance in it. The slightest hint of shame. It had been spoken with smooth, unbroken ease, with the threat of achainstill brushing against her throat.
“But should you wish to go, pet,” he said, quieter, “we shall go. And it shall alter naught between us. Ach?”
And that, Rosa thought, with a sudden, wild certainty, was truth too. His truth. He was an orc, and he viciously defended those he cared for, even from himself — and in this, he would not deviate or falter. He was hers, and he always would be.
The hunger was bubbling up again, crashing against a pure, ragingdevotion. The need, almost overpowering in its force, to serve such a strong and kind and powerful lord, who so thoroughly deserved one’s loyalty, and one’s affection, and one’s trust.
“I understand, my lord,” Rosa whispered, her hand raising on its own to touch his face — but then stopping in midair, just in time. “Thank you. But I would rather stay here, and serve you, as you wish.”
John’s eyes briefly closed, almost as if in pain, or relief — and after another gentle scrape against her neck he rose again, swift and graceful, towering over her. His hard length had flagged slightly as they’d spoken, but now it visibly swelled again, flaring and filling before Rosa’s wide, greedy eyes.
And before the eyes of all these watching orcs, too — but the awareness of that felt far less powerful, less meaningful than it had before. Especially with John looking down at her like that, with such warmth and hunger and pride in his heavy-lidded eyes.Hers.
“May I touch you?” Rosa whispered, without at all meaning to. “Or taste you? Please, my lord?”
Something wicked flashed across his face, and his chain-wrapped hand smoothly moved to his thick hardness, gripping close around it — and then he slowly, deliberately, stroked up. Milking out a long, oozing string of white, dangling down slick and viscous before Rosa’s eyes.
“You may not yet touch me,” he purred, with deadly satisfaction. “But you may open your little mouth, and drink this.”
Rosa could only blink at it for an instant, her cheeks burning hot. Until a gentle tug on the chain drew her forward — and somehow, her heart desperately pounding, she obeyed. Leaning toward him, and tipping her head back, her mouth opening wide, so that she might catch the dangling string of her lord’s seed between her hungry parted lips.
The taste of it exploded on her tongue, so succulent and sweet that she moaned, loud and ragged, the sound echoing across the too-quiet room. A sound that was answered bylaughter, not only from John above her, but from several orcs around them — but Rosa’s shame was startled, broken, by another gentle, purposeful jerk at herkraga. Drawing her attention back up to her lord, who was leisurely, generously pumping himself again. Oozing out more of that thick, luscious seed, into a shiny-slick rope that stretched from his slit, and pooled on Rosa’s rapidly lapping tongue.
“Catch every drop, pet,” came his voice, low, commanding. “And after, mayhap, I shall allow you to suckle from me.”
Fuck, the words and his voice and the promise of it, shattering straight to Rosa’s swollen-feeling groin, wringing another fervent moan from her greedy swallowing throat. Not caring anymore what this looked like, what she must look like, kneeling naked before an orc with a ring around her neck, her nipples peaked and tingling, her open mouth desperately gulping the thick string of white pumping steadily from an orc’s scarred, gorgeous prick.
And she was being such a good pet, the approval and the triumph glittering in John’s watching gaze as he jerked the chain upwards, in another silent command. One that Rosa immediately obeyed, rising higher up onto her knees, keeping her mouth open and swallowing, even as that swollen cock flared just before her eyes, soclose—
His finger dropped to her lips, opening her mouth wider with a firm brush of his claw. And then his chain drew her closer, closer — until he finally filled her open mouth with the silken, rounded head of his swollen, dripping cock.
Rosa’s moan was sheer, soaring ecstasy, and she didn’t care who saw, who heard. Because all that mattered was this, her lord’s prickfinallyin her mouth, where it was supposed to be, where she could lavish and worship it — and she willingly plunged it deep, almost all the way. Earning an immediate, unmistakable groan from John above her, and even several gasps of surprise from the otherwise-silent room.
Rosa sucked at him with as much strength as she could bear, eagerly gagging on the invasion thrusting into her throat, and her fluttery, tingly hands lifted on their own, meaning to grab at his arse, to give herself leverage to go deeper — but then she moaned in sheer, strangled frustration, her hands frozen in midair, her teeth clenching slightly upon the thick shaft between them.
John laughed again, low and rich, his eyes crinkling with true mirth, his heavy hand caressing against her hair. “Foolish pet,” he murmured. “I grant you leave to touch me, but only so that you may suckle me deeper. And I have warned you about your teeth, have I not?”
Fuck, yes, he had, which was why Rosa let them scrape again, harder this time — a shocking, incomprehensible action that made John’s eyes flare, his thick length gouging with far more strength than before. And yes, yes, that was just why Rosa had done it, and she clutched her hands to his gorgeous arse, and yanked him closer. So deep she could scarcely breathe, kissing and suckling at the very base of him, her face thrust into his scratchy, sweet-smelling hair, while he dripped smooth and steady down her throat, straight into her hungry belly.
