And then the orc laughed.Laughed, making the impossible vision at his groin bob and dance before her eyes. And then his big hand on her hair gently flexed, tilting her head back… and he smoothly brought that hard, dripping head to her mouth.
Geva shuddered all over, her eyes wildly fluttering, as a low, hoarse moan dragged from her throat. Because gods, it had been so,solong. And the feel of smooth, virile, hungry male flesh against her lips was a deep, dark thrill she’d very nearly forgotten…
And the taste. Good gods above, thetaste, it was silky and shockingly sweet. Like syrup, like honey, like the most succulent fruit she’d ever tasted in her life, sparkling and dancing across her tongue, and —
But then, without warning, the orc drew away. Keeping Geva’s head in place with his hand, while that glossy head hovered before her eyes, another thick bead of that sweetness slowly pooling in its deep slit.
“So, poppet?” came the orc’s voice, and when Geva darted a desperate, wide-eyed glance up, he was looking entirely unaffected, but for perhaps a very faint flush in his grey cheeks. “Shall you be able to bear this, then? For one moon?”
Geva’s face felt shamefully sweaty and hot, her thoughts strange and stilted, and her tongue had brushed against her lips, almost as if seeking more. And the orc was watching her, and looking unmistakablyamusedagain, his thick brows rising as he waited for her answer.
“I — I suppose,” Geva managed, with as much dignity as she could muster, even as her betraying eyes darted back toward the all-consuming sight before her. A sight that was slightly bobbing as it oozed out more, as that pearly white pooled ever thicker, until it dropped into a dangling, growing, glistening strand…
“Good,” the orc murmured, as that big hand resumed petting her hair, as if comforting her in her defeat. “Now, mayhap, as a token of your goodwill — as a sign of our new bond — you might wish to drink your first good fill of me, ach?”
Oh. Oh, hell. And he was still watching her, still waiting for her answer, still with that damned amusement in his eyes. And she was not giving this duplicitous bastard an answer, she wasnot…
But all the same, she was… nodding. Nodding, again saying yes —gods, yes — as she leaned toward him again, closer, closer. Her tongue just brushing out, until —
Her moan was audible this time, her tongue settling hungry and eager against that slick pulsing slit, and the infuriating orc above her let out a low, indulgent chuckle, even as he shifted a little closer. Easing that smooth slick head further into her mouth, parting her lips wider around it, and she was not truly doing this, was she truly doing this…
But oh, that taste, that impossible sweetness, the feel of such solid powerful male, prodding hard and hungryinsideher. And with that, the distant, glimmering certainty that he must want this, hehadto want this, and his other hand had even dropped to stroke the rest of his exposed length, to nestle his silken head a little deeper into her opened mouth.
“Ach, I shall even make this easy for you, my sweet,” he purred, as that hand kept stroking, so easy and familiar on that massive veined shaft, jutting out from between her lips. “You only keep a good latch upon me, and keep suckling, ach?”
Geva’s distant disbelief was rising again, but she was somehow, again, obliging.Agreeing. Sucking harder, nudging her hungry tongue against that pulsing slit, while the orc gave a low hiss, and stroked faster. His long-lashed eyes gone hooded as he watched, his head tilting slightly back, and his other hand tipped Geva’s head further back, too. Making sure he could still see her, see himself stuck in her sucking mouth…
“Good, stubborn poppet,” he breathed. “So good, to witness you so eager and hungry upon me. Almost there, stay open for me, swallow for me,ach—”
With that, the heft in Geva’s mouth swelled, shuddered, shook — and then released. Surging out into her mouth with stream after stream of hot, decadent sweetness, while she frantically, furiously swallowed. Dragging it down in deep, desperate gulps, drinking like it was pure priceless nectar, like it was truly a favour, a gift…
And for a strange, staggering instant, as she kept swallowing, staring up at the orc’s intently watching face, there was only pleasure, and satisfaction, and peace. She’d shown him, surely she’d pleased him, she’d proven their bond, and finally made everything right between them. Made everything…good. And oh, the way he was looking back down at her, those hooded eyes glimmering with such warm, wickedpride.
“You drink it all up, poppet,” he murmured, patting her cheek. “And then you suck your orc clean, ach?”
Geva twitched a shy, furtive little nod, as she obediently drew out the last of that succulent sweetness, swirling her tongue against his smooth head, making sure she’d caught every last drop — until the orc nodded too, and slowly slid his softened length out of her mouth. But not quite all the way, just holding it there against her swollen wet lips. Wanting to see this, surely, wanting her to press him another soft, open-mouthed kiss before he finally drew away.
“Very good,” he said, with a wry, sharp-toothed grin, as he tucked himself back into his trousers. “I should have known you would welcome this, my prickly pet. The sharpest mouths are always the sweetest, ach?”
The soft, curling warmth had strangely shivered, stilled — and for a long, hurtling instant, Geva blinked up at the orc’s face, at the laughter in his eyes. The… the mockery. Thetriumph.
It felt like something ice-cold had been dumped over her, even through her multiple layers of clothing, and a hard, bitter shudder wrenched up her spine. What… what the hell. Why had she just done that. Why had she just given this orc that. He’d made his lack of attraction to her very clear, hadn’t he? So this had surely only been a — a game to him. A challenge. Aconquest.
I should have known you would welcome this. The sharpest mouths are always the sweetest.
And surely — another frigid-feeling shudder ripped up Geva’s spine — this had even been retaliation. She’d called him names, she’d called his people’s intimate practices absurd, outrageous, obscene… so in return, he’d turned around and watched her eat her words.
You do not believe a proud, prim schoolmarm like you could welcome an orc’s sweet seed down her throat?
Geva’s now-full stomach had begun painfully churning, her gaze dropping to her multiple layers of skirts, while her trembling, tingling hands dragged against her hot face. Gods, what had come over her. Why had she agreed to any of this. What in all the devils’ unholy curses had possessed her to suck off an orc, after he’d insulted her, threatened her, destroyed her career, and ruined her entirelife?! And now she was stuck with him, stuck working for him, for her verysurvival. And what was left, how could she possibly move forward with this, what had shedone…
“Now, woman,” came the orc’s voice above her, a little rough. “We ought to leave, you ken? Before these fool men come to seek you again?”
Right, oh gods,right, because Geva was still just sitting here in her bedroom with an orc. Waiting to be discovered and ruined even more, and if the servants came back, would they know what she’d just done, oh gods, oh gods…
She belatedly lurched to her feet, angling toward the door, but — gods curse it — she somehow tripped over her damned overstuffed satchel. And once again she pitched forward, flailing her arms, flying straight toward the huge, horrible orc.
But of course the bastard was ready and waiting, easily catching her against him, folding her into his big solid chest. And for a choked, miserable breath, there was the sudden urge to stay there, to cling to him, to beg and shout at him until her throat was raw. Why had he done this, how could he be so cruel, how could one single awful creature have so systematically, single-handedly destroyed her entirelife?!
