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"I'm lucky too."
I felt the words more than heard them, a whisper over the top of my head, tickling through my mess of hair, fluttering over my falling lashes as I sank to sleep at last.
I woke before Khell, the den just faintly lit by the lamps, enough for me to sit up in the nest of blankets and pillows and stare down at the orc snoring softly.
I'd come to the agency, to Khell, to discover a truth about myself. But I'd accomplished that easily enough on the very first day. Now I found myself obsessed with the male before me, curious about the truth of Khell. He was a secret to me, presented at my feet, naked and handsome and sexual, but that exposure was a kind of deception.
He knew my private fantasies, every inch of my body, now some of my own history. I knew the snarl on his face as he glared down at me almost in anger, exploding with satisfaction inside of me. I knew his laughter, and I was certain it was honest. But I didn't know which of his words were true, or if what we did together was more than the base satisfaction of fucking for him. I thought he was enjoying himself as much as I was, but while this was a job, I couldn't be certain.
Did I really want Khell, or did I want his performance that was designed to please me?
I was afraid the question was impossible to answer until I knew the alternative, a version of reality far out of my reach.
Khell hummed and grunted in his sleep, shifting and nudging the blanket down from his stomach until the defined and muscular Adonis belt of his hips was visible. He was a little softer-looking in sleep, some of the tension of his body easing and making the sharp lines of his muscles less defined.
I twisted my hand into the hem of the blanket, pulling it slowly away from him to reveal his cock, the broad spread of his legs, the heavy sac resting against the mattress. I reached out to touch him, to claim him in my hand, make demands at my own whim, and then paused.
Was I allowed? I'd signed all the forms of consent, spelled out clearly that I wanted to be touched while sleeping, but Khell hadn't. It was only further proof of the line between us, the brittle reality of the joy I'd found with him, and I craved to drive forward and shatter the barrier, take what I wanted and make Khell…mine.
"Touch me."
I shivered at the sound of his voice, both relieved and disappointed to glance up and find his eyes open, studying me with the same focus I'd been giving him.
I took the permission immediately, my hand wrapping around Khell's soft cock by the base, holding his gaze. I fisted him tightly and pumped, working my way up to his tip and smiling as he grunted, and I found the first pool of his ample precum, helping my progress of working him in my grip.
Khell'ar groaned, his arms stretching in the nest, hips nudging up into my grip. He was a picture of surrender, and I wasn't fooled for a second. He could take the control back from me in a heartbeat. He'd already ordered me to touch him.
Rather than wait for his next command, I climbed over one thigh, making a place for myself between his legs. I wrapped both hands around his cock, now stiff with his stav starting to pump in the velvety, thick sleeve of his length. I was very fond of that delightful internal mechanism of his, like his cock was working double time to satisfy me.
His clients, a bitter voice whispered, and I brushed it quickly away.
Khell's hands reached down to scoop my hair back as I ducked and took my first lick. The rich flavor of him was immediately satisfying on my tongue, feeding a hunger that seemed to simmer constantly in the background ever since I'd knelt before him in the dungeon and taken him in my mouth for the first time.
I'd never been that excited to offer oral—and a bit self-conscious when receiving it—but Khell made such lovely sounds as I worked him into my mouth and had a flavor I was growing fond of, and now I always found myself looking forward to the act.
"Is my petal hungry this morning?" Khell asked, words rough and amused, a chuckle broken by a groan as I sucked him down as deep as I could.
"You said you would teach my throat to take your cock," I said with a gasp as I lifted off his length.
His eyes widened slightly at that announcement, and I blushed. I wanted to conquer this orc. This male. Khell'ar. I wanted to master his body as he'd mastered mine. I wanted to be his favorite, and the thought made my eyes sting with its futility, its meaninglessness. I dove back down and sucked at his cock roughly, but my throat had tightened and I gagged slightly as I tried to force my way down.
Khell grunted and his hips flexed up as I squeezed around him, but he retreated quickly and his fingers tugged in my hair, lifting me up again. "Not from this position. Up, little petal."
I sat up, gasping, and Khell moved quickly, knocking me back down into the blankets and then jumping up out of the nest to kneel at the edge near my head. His hands grabbed my ankles and yanked them up into the air. He jostled me into place until my head was hanging over the edge of the nest, his cock poised just in front of my lips, and my legs spread in the air.
"You must slap my hip if it's too much," Khell said sternly, his bright irises just visible in the dark above, before adding, "but I will motivate you to stay relaxed."
He dove down before I could answer, lips and tongue hungry on my cunt. I cried out, and the sound was muffled by a gentle thrust of Khell's hips, his cock finding its way home between my lips. I moaned and let my eyes fall shut, drawing him in eagerly, whimpering and whining as his tongue thrust into me.
Oh, he was right! His cock sank in more easily from this angle, with my throat open. I reached out and grasped his thighs in tight grips, using the leverage to test how deeply I could take him straight away. Khell snarled against me, the dark vibration wonderful on my sensitive sex, and I moaned around his cock in answer, a small rush of fluid soothing my throat. If my mouth weren't so stuffed, I would've grinned.
I would conquer my orc, but not without him returning the favor, it seemed. I could learn to live with that.
CHAPTER 15
Khell'ar
Sunny frowned at the pattern on the game board, munching aimlessly on the bowl of trail mix I'd set at her side. She was swamped in the fabric of a green velvet cloak, one that was meant to be a costume of mine for today's game—a game I was forgoing in favor of one of an entirely different nature.
