He held onto her hips and began to stroke into her, watching the base of himself appear and reappear as he went in and out of her. He was quickly riding the white-hot edge of his climax, and he wanted to ask her to beg him for an orc babe again, though he wasn’t going to spend inside her yet, not until they could be actually married, he thought. He wanted her to call him husband again, though. He wanted to call her his wife. He was swimming in how good it felt until he remembered she had not had her climax yet.
Now that he was looking into her as he was fucking her, he wondered what he had been thinking. He’d brought her many, many times, and it had always involved pleasuring her clitoris, which wasn’t currently getting much stimulation, even though he could see she was enjoying his cock. She had her eyes closed, letting out tiny little moans with every thrust and she had a look on her face he knew was a look she made when she was being pleasured.
He tried to touch her clit, but he had a hard time managing it while he was stroking into her.
She reached between them and took over, wordless, her fingers swirling in to tease her own clit and bump into the base of his cock now and again as he was slipping in and out of her.
“Oh, that’s good,” he urged her. “Is this how you touched yourself while I was gone?”
“Mmm,” she said.
“You did think of me and touch yourself, did you not?”
“I have been thinking of you and touching myself for quite some time, Dathor,” she said with a wicked little smile.
“That is because you have always known you were my wife,” he said.
She gasped at the word. “Yes, husband, oh, yes.”
“And now, you will be my very good wife and come on your husband’s cock,” he said to her. He wanted her to do it more than anything on earth.
“I… if you give me but a few moments, but I am not yet close.”
He huffed, slowing his rhythm in her. He needed to hold back if she needed more time. This looked even more arousing, he had to admit, his cock slowly slipping in and out of her body, her finger stroking her clit, which was growing more and more red and engorged as she rubbed circles into it.
He began to emit a low constant noise, one of longing, one of approval. “Now that I have started fucking you, Aerhril, I think I might grow addicted to it. I may want you rather constantly.”
She gasped. “You like being in me, then? Husband?”
“I adore it.”
“Is my small elf quim especially snug around your huge cock?” she panted.
“Quite especially snug,” he assured her. “You’re a perfect little elf wife, getting your pretty cunt fucked by her orc husband.”
She moaned. “I’m close.”
“Oh,” he breathed, speeding his thrusts up just a bit. “Good elf wife. Your orc husband is very pleased. Come for me?”
“Almost,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.
He felt one of her little tremors go through her, a sign that she was close, and it was phenomenal to feel it as her little walls gripped his cock.
And the door opened again.
He turned with a roar. “Get out.”
“Apologies, sir.” It was the same soldier from earlier. “It is a letter from the High Chieftain.”
Dathor froze. “In the hallway. Close the door. I will joinyou shortly.”
The orc soldier shuffled down, head down, clearly embarrassed on what he’d walked into.
Dathor turned back to Aerhril.
She was cringing into the bed, one hand flung over her breasts, one over her face.
“I still want you to come,” he murmured. “You were very close. I can get you back there.”
