Page 88 of The Orc Warrioress and the Elf Lord

They were sticky and naked, but truly exhausted, so they yawned into each other, and they twined up and they both fell asleep.

She liked the feeling of being close to him. She liked the feeling of his skin against hers. She liked the way she could hear his heart beating when she lay her head against his chest.

THEY WOKE LATER and their clothes were dry, but they were both a bit of a mess, so they got up to use the water basin to wash their skin.

This backfired, and they ended up with their hands and mouths on each other again. She sucked him. He finished in her mouth and then lay her back on the bed and put his mouth between her thighs, which he was really laughably bad at.

She giggled a lot, and he kept trying, and she really did not know what to tell him, because she had never applied a tongue to this part of her body, but she kept saying, “More gentle than that” and “Stop sticking your tongue inside me” and then “It’s just like you’re poking me.”

“Oh,” he said. “Maybe it should be more of a, erm, lapping?” Which he tried and it was better, and she did like it, but she couldn’t quite get there, and ended up making him just use his fingers, while she kissed the mouth he’d had between her thighs. Maybe it was that, her smeared all over his face and the beginnings of his blond beard, that made her tip over into clenches of pleasure, because there was something decadent about that, about knowing he’d put his mouth on her there.

He said that he wished he’d been practicing this before meeting her, that he was really very sorry he was so terrible at it.

She said that she was probably very bad at using her mouth on him.

And he said, “Um, no, you are not.”

To which she giggled a lot. “I think male parts are more straightforward than female ones.”

“Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe most men are selfish the way I was. We expect women to care about our pleasure but we don’t care about theirs.”

“Well,” she said, “maybe if I had expected men to care about my pleasure, I would have insisted they please me more?”

They had to have food and drink delivered to their room because they could not go out into the rest of the inn, and the servant who delivered the food to the room saw Gathren and gave her such a look that Gathren felt acutely uncomfortable even being in the inn.

There was a knock on the door only about fifteen minutes later.

It was the innkeeper. “You’d best be out of here early tomorrow,” he told them. “I’ll not turn you out now, in the midst of the cold rain and the darkness, but there is unrest, and the servants are talking amongst themselves about serving an orc guest. They are not pleased.”

Iahir responded angrily, but she caught him by the arm and shook her head at him and told the innkeeper they would be on their way by first light.

After the innkeeper left, Iahir raged a little on his own, saying that he was paying good money and that the innkeeper should be able to keep his servants in line, and that there was no reason for anyone to treat her this way simply because she was an orc.

“Orcs have been treated like this for some time,” she said. “There’s no way that I could procure a room in an inn like this on my own, you know.”

“Well, being turned out early in the morning with the threat of violence if we do not? That is not normal. I don’t care what you say.”

“Perhaps not,” she said. “Perhaps that is because of the invasion.”

And then they were quiet again.

They finished their food, and they climbed into the bed together. She would have thought that they might have just slept, because surely he was sated on her body by now, but his fingers sought her breasts under the blankets, and he pressed into her from behind and kissed the back of her neck and teased her nipples stiff.

She writhed against him and turned her face to capture his lips.

They ended up with his cock inside her from that angle, both lying on their sides, rocking gently against each other, and she liked this very, very much, because it meant she could squeeze her legs together and this seemed to stimulate not just her clitoris, but all of the internal elements of her that seemed swollen and sensitive. She thought that certainly, if she was ever going to have a climax with his cock inside her, it would be this way.

But. She didn’t.

Iahir said it was his fault for not being able to last, but she wasn’t sure if she wasn’t just too overstimulated with so much going on, that she couldn’t quite isolate her pleasure to find some way to concentrate on her climax. It was odd, of course, because to have a climax, she needed to concentrate and also not concentrate at the same time.

At any rate, she finished herself off snug against him, with his hands on her breasts, and his chest pressed into her back and her backside nestled against his crotch. Then she fell asleep, sated and happy.

THEY HAD BEEN warned by the innkeeper, so Iahir supposed they shouldn’t have been surprised, but they were.

He wasn’t particularly frightened of the servants who barged into their room with knives and swords and neither was Gathren. For one thing, the servants didn’t actually attempt to use the weapons, just stood around their bed in a ring, waving them around and hurling insults at Gathren, calling her underhanded and manipulative, just like an orc, and claiming that it was indecent that she be under this roof.

He wasn’t frightened, but he was annoyed, because they were naked. He supposed he didn’t much mind getting out of bed and showing everyone his cock while he got his sword and taught these very rude servants a lesson, but he didn’t want anyone to see Gathren’s breasts, which felt as if they were some hidden mystery that only he had been privileged to uncover, and he was not keen on anyone else seeing them.