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His tongue licked slowly through the pink trench between my swollen, wide-open pussy lips. I clutched at his head, bending over and moaning in helpless delight at the sensations he instilled in me.
“Your pussy tastes so good, Paige,” he growls into the soft folds of my skin. Then he buried himself in his work, so to speak, and my cry split the air. It feels so incredibly good. Like playing with myself, only much, much better.
His lips envelop my clitoris, and I suck in a ragged gasp of air. Then he suckles, and a silent scream forces its way out of my throat. I took in another deep breath, and this time, my scream made my own ears ring. By god, does he ever know what he’s doing down there.
Jovak pushed me back onto the bed, then dove back into his work. His sexy grunts and growls are almost as stimulating as his lips and tongue. I feel the pressure building as a contraction seizes my whole body. Pleasure ripples out in a series of waves that makes me cry out for pleasure. My whole body twists and writhes of its own accord, almost like I’m in agony, only it’s anything but painful.
What the hell was that? It must have been an orgasm. I only thought I’d had one before by my own hand. This time there’s no doubt. Fuck, I don’t know if I can take another one of those, but man, I am eager to try.
Jovak stood to his full height, his cock pointed up. A bead of moisture rolls off the tip and down the shaft until it distends and drips onto my thigh. The feeling of his seed on my body makes me groan with pleasure. I can only imagine what it will be like to feel it inside me.
Jovak grips his veined shaft, his fingers barely able to make it around his member. God, he’s huge, but I’m not afraid he’ll hurt me. I trust Jovak. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.
The head of his throbbing member disappears between my vaginal lips. I gasp as he glides inside me, slowly filling and stretching me ever wider. It feels good, not painful. Jovak is careful not to hurt me, gently gliding in until his cock is in all the way.
I feel a bit of a pinch, almost painful, but it’s soon followed by a wave of pleasant sensations when he’s finally in fully that are almost as good as the orgasm I just had. Not to mention the orgasm I’m building up to.
Jovak gripped my hips and pulled almost out, and then he thrust into me for the first time. My mouth formed an O as he dragged back out, sending delectable streaks of fire through my entire body. Then he pushed back in, and I cried out sharply.
“Oh god,” I cry. “Slower, not so deep.”
He obliged, and the next thrust was pure heaven. My eyes squeezed shut as I felt the buildup of another climax coming. On instinct, my body moved with his, my hips raising and grinding as we sought a greater connection and pleasure than ever before.
He feels so good. I almost can’t stand it. It’s so good I might die. Can you die from pleasure? I think I might if such a thing were possible.
His grunts mingle with the gentle slap of his body against my own. I grit my teeth with a groan as he works me toward my climax. I gripped his chest, my nails raking down his flesh. I can’t help myself. I’ve become a primal beast ruled only by desire. A desire for supreme pleasure exclusively wrought by Jovak’s hands alone.
“Oh, Paige,” he cries. “Paige, you are so beautiful, so perfect!”
His words are like champagne raining on my brain. I feel an excited rush of pleasure spread through my nerve endings like wildfire.
He cried out, coming inside me. Then I find out a secret about the orc cock ... it vibrates like mad after expelling its seed. As I writhe beneath his powerful body, my ragged breath predates a sharp, desperate cry of pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me, kissing me gently as our sweat mingled and cooled. I wrapped all four limbs around him as if I intended to never let him go.
Maybe it’s just pretending. Maybe we’re not really mates. And yet, for this night, it seems very real.
12
JOVAK
The first morning after I brought Paige back as my mate, I stepped out of my hut and prepared myself for the usual stares filled with barely contained contempt. I happened to match gazes with an orcish messenger bustling down the paved road of our settlement.
He gave me a nod, his eyes filled with cautious neutrality. It’s not adoration, but it’s a far cry from what I’m used to. Is this because they think I’ve taken a mate? Curious to see if the effect has spread beyond this one individual, I take a tour of the city. I’m not just indulging my curiosity or my ego. I also intend to ask about the missing tribesmen. It’s unlikely, but perhaps I can uncover something that links the disappearances on our end.
I make my way past the stalls where the humans have their surplus foodstuffs for sale. One of the sellers smiles at me and hands me a canvas rucksack bulging with apples.
“What’s this for?” I ask.
“For your new mate and her little sister. And for you, of course, my chief.”
He bows his wizened head, and I sigh.
“For the last time, Nails, one does not bow to chieftains. I am not some arrogant dark elf king who thinks everyone should be bowing and scraping all the time. The chief is the first servant of the people.”
He nodded like he always does.
“Of course, Chief Jovak. Sorry to offend you.”
