He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Always,” he said. And meant it the way he always meant it, completely and without reservation.
Rising to my knees, I circled his neck with my arms. “Let me show you how much I appreciate all of this, Guruk.”
His growl ignited the fire rising inside me. My orc was fearsome yet kind, powerful yet gentle. I’d never tire of wanting him, and tonight, I wanted to show him how special he was to me. I kissed him with all the passion in my heart.
Then, I tugged at his pants. “Take them off.”
“You first.” He tugged at my tunic.
Berry chittered, then took off through the trees. We both laughed.
“Together?” I supplied.
“Why not?”
We stripped off our clothes, standing naked beside the falls and under the silver moon. The light shining on my orc’s gorgeous skin had every muscle on clear display. My mouth watered.
The same desire sparked in his gaze. “Come here,” he said, holding out his hand.
I went to him without hesitation. Our kiss blazed hot as our tongues collided. But I would not be denied showing my orc what he meant to be. With a soft shove that did not move him at all, I pointed to a large boulder. “Sit.”
He obeyed, a smirk tugging at his lips and quirking up his tusks. “What have you planned, little human?”
“Oh you’ll see.” I grabbed a blanket and placed it between his legs. Then, I knelt upon it and lovingly nudged his cock with my cheek. His thickness would be too much to take all of him, but I’d never been a quitter.
His mint-green eyes widened in shock as I took him in hand and wrapped my lips around the bulbous head. With bobbing motions and quick strokes, I loved my orc.
“Sammy,” he roared to the sky. As he thickened in my mouth, he abruptly tugged my hair, gently yet firmly away from his cock.
“Why?” I pouted, wanting to give my orc everything.
His eyes darkened. “My turn.”
With the speed of a panther, he lifted me off the ground. He kicked the blanket to spread it out, then placed me upon it. Before I could think clearly, he lowered to his belly and buried his face between my thighs.
“Oh!” I cried out as his tongue found my clit.
Like a male starved, he feasted on me. A thick finger plunged into my depths as he sucked and licked with that talented mouth.
“Guruk!” His name was torn from my lips as an orgasm rocked me to the core.
Without giving me a second to breathe or come down from the edge, he drove his cock inside me in one delicious stroke. His pace was fast and unyielding. My pussy clenched at the welcome intrusion, drawing another orgasm from me as quick as the first.
When his cock thickened, I screamed in pleasure for a third time. I didn’t know if you could die of too much pleasure, but it seemed my orc was determined to find out.
11
Journey's End
Sammy
I woke before the light did, deliciously sore but well-rested and well-loved.A night with an orc is the cure for insomnia, that’s for sure.
The fire had burned to embers. The falls were a constant low roar in the dark, the backdrop to the night, and the same sound that had been underneath my dreams without interrupting them. Guruk was warm at my back, one arm loose around my waist, his breathing slow and even. The carved alicorn was still in my hand, which I had apparently held onto in my sleep. I looked at it for a moment in the pre-dawn gray.
Then, I eased out from under Guruk’s arm, stood and stretched.
He stirred. “Sammy.”
