My hips buck, grinding against his tusks as I come on his tongue for the third time. It really has been too long since I’ve tasted his seed. I’m coming unraveled. If I weren’t so exhausted, he might be able to make me orgasm until dawn, just like he teased. But I’m definitely not done yet.
“Fuck, fuck! Lix’tuk!” I cry out, another orgasm hitting me out of nowhere.
I’m used to them building, but I guess I’m as starved for attention as he was. It shouldn’t be this way. We should be together every night, like we were in Zrogmul. Not now, ofcourse. But after the elections are over and there’s a new president, there’s nothing standing between us other than his reluctance.
He’s not reluctant right now. His tongue is so deep that I can’t stop climaxing. Can’t stop crying out. Can’t stop fisting the fur blanket. I’ve even bitten it a few times, just to stop from screaming so loud they hear it outside.
“Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop,” I gasp, my body lit up with a combination of arousal and the orc seed still on my breath.
He’s the only one who can put out the fire he has stoked into an inferno. I should be coming on his cock, instead of his tongue. We both know that, even if we’ve accepted that it’s impossible.
It feels like I orgasm for hours, everything blending into a steady rush of euphoria being pumped straight into my veins. Every stroke of his tongue against my g-spot. Every movement against my fluttering, clenching walls. It’s just constant pleasure that owns my body like he owns my heart.
“Oh, god! I…I…I’m gonna…” I cry out, biting the fur and screaming his name into it.
It’s the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. It feels like the entire Mobile Command Center is shaking, but it’s just me. My quivering body, as the pleasure is siphoned from my bones. My thundering heart as I feel every shudder of mind-melting pleasure.
It’s too much for my exhausted body, and I feel like I’m in a daze like I was when my lips were around his cock. Or maybe he’s the one in a daze now, savoring my salty sweetness while I come.
Finally, the heat begins to flicker out. I go as limp as his cock was when he was spent. I dissolve into the fur, only held up by his grip. He licks a few more times, but I’m so numb I can’t feel anything except the texture of his tongue.
“Now we can sleep,” I mumble.
“Yes, I’d say we both earned it,” his words are almost slurred as he turns, pulling me into his arms as he lays us down, my head resting on his chest.
His warmth engulfs the chill that follows, and there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be. He keeps thinking love means giving me choices. He’s right. He will not like the one I’m going to make. There’s a way for this to work. I know there is.
I’m the one who gets to decide my future.
Even the parts he doesn’t agree with.
CHAPTER 32
Clover
I’m feeling more frustrated than normal.
Maybe even as frustrated as King Lix’tuk was the day I walked into his throne room.
The New Constitution has been voted into law. Slavery is abolished… again. Except this time, the language is so precise there was a month when people couldn’t even sell plants or animals. They had to add a special exception for food, then later amend it to include livestock. Rebuilding an empire from the ground up comes with plenty of complications.
We’ve got a new senate. We’re calling it the House of Freedom. I didn’t vote for that name, but the majority did, so now we have HoF representatives instead of senators. Believe it or not, we’ve decided we don’t need a president. That helped me avoid getting cornered into running for political office.
But my frustration doesn’t have anything to do with that. I’m frustrated because it’s been two weeks since I’ve gotten to seeKing Lix’tuk for more than a few minutes at a time. He’s not only teaching the senate how to run the country, but he’s also working on some new edicts for Uzrirgard.
Meanwhile, I’m no longer asusefulas I used to be. The country doesn’t really need to hear my voice every day. I’m kind of fading into the background of the new regime, and I’m perfectly fine with that. I started the revolution, but my part in it is done. I didn’t even expect to be here as long as I have been.
Despite my frustration, it’s been nice to see my family regularly. Beverly and Abigail are both in Concord City now. Beverly’s apparently dating someone, so maybe the auction money will be useful for a dowry. Abigail has grown so much I barely recognized her. Well, until she smiled. There’s no mistaking that.
Unfortunately, my best friend is still missing. It’s like she vanished into thin air the night of the auction. President Highton had no problem personally auctioning us, but he apparently didn’t see the need in recording the names for each transaction.
I walk into the broadcast room and see Jasmine waiting for me. I found her not long after the dust settled and she showed up needing medical attention. Cedar was in one of Angelina Markston’s factories and returned to Troona after things settled down. Jasmine has decided to stay, and she’s been helping me try to find Rose.
“Please tell me you’ve got a lead. Anything,” I beg, preparing myself for more bad news.
“Well, we’ve tracked down more people who were auctioned that night, and we’re matching winning bids with names every timewe learn a new one,” she says. “That still leaves a lot before we narrow it down.”
“This is so infuriating,” I sigh, then I look at the clock. “I need to go. I have an appointment. I was just stopping by here to get my badge.”
