“You missed my cunt.”
“I did, I did, very much,” he breathed. “You missed my cock?”
“Yes,” she panted. “And you have not shown it to me. You are wearing your trousers, even now, though I am bare for you.”
He kissed her once more, a thorough kiss, and then he moved off to shed the rest of his clothes.
She sat up and put her hands on him as soon as he was free. She sighed over the length of him. She planted a little kiss on the tip of him.
He shoved her back on the bed playfully. “Mmm, no. I am finally going to feel you, and I want your quim, not your mouth.”
“Finally?” she said. “You have felt it before.”
“I have not. It felt like nothing,” he said, covering her body with his own. “You know I did not come.”
“Yes,” she said. She traced her fingers over his chest. “Will you now? Inside me, I mean?”
He reached between them and rubbed the head of him against her sensitive, freshly climaxed clitoris and she moaned. “I would like to,” he breathed.
“Are you asking if I want it?” she said. “Because I do.”
“You mean that?” He pressed lower, his voice barely substantial as he slipped the tip of him into her slippery opening.
“Yes,” she gasped. “I want us together. I want you to get children on me. I want to be your wife.”
He let out a mangled noise and he made a thrust, rolling his hips, and he was suddenly taking up every bit of space inside her, just like before, just like in the chapel, when she had thought about how impossibly large he was.
She gasped.
He was kissing her, moving inside her, groaning that she felt so good, so very,verygood.
She felt pinned down, stretched open, crammed full of him. She gripped his shoulders and let go and gripped them again.
He kissed her jaw, her chin. “My wife,” he repeated, his voice deep. “And you will take my seed.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I want it, I want your seed.”
“I want to give it to you. I want a world where orcs and elves can live together, where we can have offspring. I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Come inside me, Dathor.”
“I will,” he wheezed. “Soon. I cannot last. You feel far toogood.” He kissed her neck. “Beg me for it. Beg for my orc seed.”
“Please come inside me. Please fill me up. Plant your orc seed deep in my womb. Please… husband.”
He let out a strangled cry, and thrust deep into her, and then suddenly yanked himself out and spilled all over her belly.
She let out a little yelp of surprise.
He grunted. He kissed her shoulder. “I don’t want you with child yet, Aerhril. I just got you back.”
She laughed.
He kissed her mouth. “All right?”
“All right,” she said, clutching his face.
He rested his forehead against hers. “All right,” he said again, softly, as if it settled something.
