Dathor tugged on Aerhril, tucking her against his chest, his arm draped around her. “Come little elf toy. I have uses for you yet.”
Something was wrong with her. It made something jerk in her belly to hear Dathor talk of using her.
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DATHOR MUTTERED TOher that they had to go and speak to Igbar before they left, and that the orc was not going to be pleased with him for outing his behavior to his master.
But when they went to speak to the other orc, who was in the company of Taktre, the two orcs who spoke to Dathor did not seem angry at all, but rather excited. They smiled a lot, laughed at several things he said, and both of them shook Dathor’s hand. Igbar gripped Dathor’s elbow at the same time. The three orcs looked cozy and pleased with themselves.
When Dathor returned to her, he was smiling. “That went better than I had expected. They’ve been waiting for this revolt for some time. They tell me there are orcs all up and down the Silvarenna, many of whom work in the mines, who would be happy to be of assistance, and that is something I am going to keep in mind.”
He helped her up on the horse, settled in behind her, and the minute his body was seated against hers, she felt his erection grow.
They rode back that way, his hardness nestled in against the swell of her backside, his arm banded around her waist, holding her tightly against him, and she could not help but think of the way it had felt to be taken by him, to have been stretched and crammed full of him, the memory of the wayhis rhythm had felt as he rocked his cock in and out of her body.
It was odd, because when she’d been younger, she had thought that having him inside her was going to be the pinnacle of her experience, and it wasn’t, at least, it didn’t feel as good as having his fingers or mouth on her clitoris.
However, there was something powerful and intense about it, the joining of the two of them, the way her body was made to accommodate him, made with an opening for him to settle into and to find his pleasure in.
In a way, it could be looked as if she was made—women were made—for his pleasure—for men’s pleasure.
But she also thought it was power. Women were made with something men wanted. It made them vulnerable in one way, vulnerable to having it taken, but also it meant that it was something that women could hold over men, something they could entice with.
It was all complicated and strange, she could see, but it explained nearly everything about the way men and women interacted, and she could see that it could be a very good thing or it could be the worst of evils.
It was funny how everything was like that in the end.
How the Peak was set upon a cliff that could be the sweetest and most beautiful of landscapes or it could be ravaged by the worst of destructive storms.
How the keep itself had been their torture chamber and their safe haven.
How she both hated and loved the people who were the closest to her.
How Dathor had hurt her worse than anyone on earth (and she had hurt him) and how their love was the strongest thing she knew.
Everything was a bundle of opposites.
Maybe it was another reason not to begrudge Elrion his contradictions.
There were no heroes. There were no villains.
This war was neither right nor wrong.
And yet, she knew, with a conviction she could notexplain, that it must happen, that just like the storms that raged across the Silvarenna’s mountains, that just like the tracks that were being lain all over the country, that some things were inevitable.
And orc oppression would end.
There was no other side to choose.
DATHOR FUCKED HERin the carriage, and he felt it like triumph.
She had packed a trunk, and he half-listened to her as she spent the first ten minutes of the journey going on about how she did not think she had packed the dresses correctly, that they were all going to be wrinkled, and that she did not think she could even put the dresses on without a maid, that she would need assistance to get dressed.
Finally, to silence her, he said that he was adept at getting her out of her clothes, so he could certainly get her into them.
And she gave him a look, such a look, and he pulled her across the carriage, into his lap, and lifted her skirts. She moaned when he touched her and said she had been wet for him during the whole horse ride back from Thelandel Chapel, that she had felt his cock rubbing her the entire time.
He was mad for her, too mad to wait.
