Page 71 of Protective Pucking Orc

Sofia

I understood now.

Not just what Lila had been telling me, not just what Dakvaar had been trying to make me see…but everything.

Because sex with Dakvaar had just gone from the most incredible experience of my life to the most incredible experience of my life.

I’m not sure how else to describe it other than with italics, sorry.

It wasn’t just that he was sharing all of himself with me—by which I mean, filling me up with his delicious orc cum every chance instead of spilling all over my tits—but that I could feel him so much better. Not like, feel his cock or whatever, but feel him.

Feel his heart, feel his pleasure, feel his joy.

My male still rarely smiled, but I could feel his joy, nestled in his chest.

And I could feel how much he wanted me. Not just physically—though si, physically too—but wanted me in every way. Wanted to protect me, to provide for me, to make me laugh, to watch me with Rosa, to fall asleep beside me every night for the rest of his life.

That was a powerful aphrodisiac, let me tell you.

The claiming itself felt different too. Before, when he’d pulled out, there had always been this moment of…incompleteness. Like we’d gone ninety percent of the way but stopped just short of the finish line. Now, when his cock pulsed inside me and I felt that first hot rush of his cum filling me up, it was like every nerve ending in my body lit up at once.

Not just pleasure—though fuck, yes, pleasure—but satisfaction. Completion. Like my body recognized what was happening and sang with it.

The next night proved that the door wasn’t a fluke.

Rosa went down easy, exhausted from a day spent learning to skate on the pond out back, where she tried to coerce me into joining, and I laughed and promised to learn next winter, earning me a beam of approval from my Mate, which made my breath catch when I realized what I’d said.

I was planning on being here next year? Of course I was.

I barely made it back to our bedroom before Dakvaar had me pressed against the hallway wall, his mouth on my neck, his hands already pushing up my shirt.

“Bed,” I gasped, even as I tilted my head to give him better access. “Dakvaar, the bed is right there⁠—”

He growled against my throat, his tusks scraping lightly over my pulse point. “Too far.”

“It’s literally ten feet⁠—”

He hoisted me up, and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. His cock was already hard, pressing against me through his sweats, and I could feel the heat of him even through the fabric.

“Dkaar,” he rumbled, his accent thicker when he was aroused. “I need you now.”

Well. Who was I to argue with that?

Luckily, we did manage to make it to the bed—barely. My clothes came off in a trail behind us, and Dakvaar’s sweats ended up…somewhere. I’d find them tomorrow. Hopefully before Rosa began asking questions.

He laid me out on the mattress, and for a moment he just looked at me. His eyes were already glowing in the dim light—I loved that I knew what that meant now—his chest heaving, his cock jutting out thick and ready between his thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly.

The Bond hummed between us, warm and sweet, and I could feel his reverence, his desire, his absolute certainty that I was his and he was mine.

“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for him.

He came down over me, settling between my thighs, and this time when he pushed inside me it was slow. Deliberate. Each ridge of his cock dragged against my walls, and I felt every inch as he filled me, stretched me, claimed me all over again.

My back arched off the bed, and he caught my wrists, pinning them gently above my head with one large hand. The position opened me up even more, let him sink deeper, and I moaned as his piercing pressed against that perfect spot inside me.

“There,” I gasped. “Right there⁠—”