Page 39 of The Orc Warrioress and the Elf Lord

It was dark and he could hear her breathe and he had a lurching sort of realization that he had killed the High King the night before that the capital had fallen to orcs and that he was going home to his father. He gasped for air.

“Iahir?” she said, worried. “Are you all right?”

“Perfectly well,” he said in a tight voice. “Good night, warrioress.”

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HE FELL ASLEEP right away, Gathren noted, but then she supposed he would have, considering all that blood loss and the fainting and everything else. Of course, he’d also drunk two pots of tea on his own, but that didn’t seem to have kept him awake.

She lay awake for a while, looking at him there and remembering her awful fantasies about him in the palace, the way she had wondered about the way his cock looked and then she had felt it pressed into her from behind, and now they were in the same bed and she could reach over and touch him… touch it.

But she would not do that, of course.

Not only because she did not have any interest in actually fucking the elf, but because it would be a violation to touch him in his sleep. She was certain he wouldn’t mind, that he would be very pleased if he woke in the middle of it, but she also knew that one had a right to say if one’s genitals were handled by anyone else.

She was not going to do that.

She was not going to think about that.

But she did. She thought about nothing but his stupid cock and if it was really as big as it had seemed when it was pressed into her until she fell asleep.

When she woke, he was still sleeping.

She rolled over on her side to face him.

He was lying on his back. He had an erection, and it was obvious, tenting his trousers. He was not wearing a shirt. His shirt had still been wet when they’d gone to sleep, so he had not put it back on. He was half naked, lying there with his prick sticking straight up, and she could not look away from him.

She lay there and breathed, and the longer she looked at his hard cock, the more her body seemed to feel heavy and tingly. There was a tautness between her thighs, in her breasts as well.

She kept telling herself to get up out of the bed and stop looking at him.

But then, at some point, she looked up at his face, and his eyes were open.

She felt heat rushing to her face and neck. He knew then. He had awoken and caught her ogling him while he slept. She rolled onto her back, letting out a noisy breath.

He let out an answering breath.

She did not know what to do or say.

Finally, he said, “Apologies. It does that in the morning sometimes, you know. It’s not about, um… apologies.”

She did know that, of course, that men had morning erections. “It’s fine,” she said. “As you say, you cannot control that.” A pause. “I’m sorry for, erm, staring.”

A chuckle from him. “Oh, that I don’t mind.”

She met his gaze with her own. “It’s only because it was sticking out like that, not because I find it… enticing.”

He drew in a breath, his lips parting. “Enticing? No, you wouldn’t find it… that.”

“No,” she said. “I would not.”

He looked down at himself between his thighs and she looked at it, too, and she could swear the man’s cock was growing.

Get out of the bed, she urged herself. Definitely don’t touch it.

Oh, drag her to Nilhaem, where had that thought even come from? She didn’t want to touch him there. She didn’t think she did, anyway. She was sort of curious, she supposed, but this erection wasn’t even about her. It wasn’t proof he desired her or something.

Her hand darted across the bed, and she did it. She traced one finger over it, from the root to the tip.