Page 59 of My Orc Package Deal

My Kteer objected—of course it did; it saw all that pale green cum dripping across her dark skin as a claiming and roared its approval. I comforted it by promising I’d fill her up again and again.

And why not? We were married, we were in love… It didn’t matter that we wouldn’t have a Mate Bond, right?

The thought wasn’t the right one to have, not when Kesha was standing there all wet and slippery and delicious. I turned her around, planted her hands on the tile wall in front of her, and slipped my cock into her still-wet pussy.

When she threw her head back and screamed my name as she came, it echoed around the shower and made me want to withdraw and do it again.

So I did.

We both lost track of how many times she came that day, although it became a bit of a joke. We didn’t get back out to the kitchen to clean up the mess on the floor until close to noon, and I made a new batch of waffles for what we decided to call brunch.

Kesha sat on my lap—naked—as I fed her. Providing for her made my Kteer purr happily, but it still wasn’t satisfied, and I wasn’t certain why.

With her wriggling so distractedly atop me, was it any wonder why my cock sat tall and eager between us? Kesha teased me about it as I fed her—to keep her strength up, I said—but she was the one laughing when she reached between us to stroke me.

Then, with one little move, she lifted herself up and sat down on top of my cock, both of us groaning in satisfaction. Her instant orgasm caused her to gasp and moan, then she relaxed with her back against my chest.

I held her like that, boneless and satisfied, my hard cock stuffed inside her, as I alternated between feeding her and playing with her magnificent tits…until the food became irrelevant.

Yeah, I think we ended up fucking all over the kitchen…the living room…the patio, the sunroom—gods below, seeing her draped across the keyboard as I drove into her from behind? That’s the kind of image dreams are made of.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

Vaguely, I had memories of our mother speaking of the Mating Heat that would take us when we met our Mates, and I could barely remember those first few days with Sharra. What Kesha and I were sharing now was more meaningful because we cared about each other, but there wasn’t any way it could be a Mating Heat.

Right?

All I knew was that my Kteer wasn’t satisfied, no matter how many times I claimed Kesha, marked her. All she had to do was smirk at me, or sashay that hot ass across the room, and I’d go feral for her again.

Eventually, I dragged control of myself back enough to call for takeout, which we ate naked, again. I drew a hot bath for Kesha to soak in while I forced myself to sit in the sunroom and play Green Day until I felt more myself. And by the time my wife emerged from her bath—flushed and damp and satiated, I was able to gather her in my arms without immediately needing to fuck her again.

That control lasted long enough for us to pop some popcorn and settle in front of the television. I picked up the remote.

“What do you want to watch?”

“You.”

I cocked a brow at her, my lips already curling into a chuckle, when I realized she was staring up at me in a way that said she was serious. I shifted, made uncomfortable by her focus.

“What about me?”

She smiled softly and lifted one arm to rest on my shoulder, so she could brush my hair away from my forehead. “Do you have any idea how remarkable you are?”

In case you’re wondering if orcs can blush: we can.

“I’m not remarkable. I’m just a male⁠—”

“You are.” Her words were stern, but she kept smiling, and shifted her touch to my head, her fingernails scraping across my scalp in a way that threatened to turn me into a puddle of goo. “I don’t know any other male with the capacity for caring that you have.”

I wanted to object, to tell her that my brothers were caring, that the other males I knew were caring…but I couldn’t do much more than roll my eyes back in my head and groan in pleasure as she scratched my head. Who knew that a little head scratch would feel this good?

“Korrad, I’ve never, ever had a lover who cared so much about my pleasure. You don’t just pay attention to what I like, but you make sure I like it each time.”

“I…” I forced my eyes open and flicked the tip of my tongue against my tusk to ground myself. “I like seeing you enjoying yourself. Your pleasure is addicting, Kesha.”

Her chuckle was low and throaty and made my stomach warm. “See? This is what I mean. And it’s even more remarkable, because…”

To my surprise, she cut herself off with a little sigh and pressed her cheek against my shoulder, her fingernails still working their magic on my scalp.