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Mine, and not mine.
I would let her leave tomorrow and then I would be fired from MSA, or at the very least, I would have to quit. I belonged to Sunny now.
Sunny let out a high sigh, wiggling beneath me. I grunted, and another almost painful jet of release shot into her, making her gasp.
"Holy fuck, Khell," she whispered, giggling slightly.
I growled and bundled Sunny in my arms, hiding my face in her hair, keeping us locked together. Impulsively, I tilted her hips a little higher, trying to prevent any of my seed left in her from leaving. She wouldn't get pregnant, we were both covered, but I wanted her filled to the brim with me.
Sunny moaned, a strong aftershock shuddering through her, and her arms circled my shoulders, her cheek rubbing against my throat, flushed and warm and soft.
It was on the tip of my tongue again to tell her what had just passed, what she was to me now, if not what we were to each other.
Then she shivered, and the mating bond rallied a list of what needed done. Wrap Sunny up and get her inside, preferably all the way into the bed without my cock having to leave her silky wet heat. Get her water, food, fuck her until she couldn't speak or move, until she couldn't even think. And tomorrow, I would have to let her leave.
There was no possible reason she would find me again, although the bond would call me closer to her, so maybe—
Don't hope. Just be what Sunny needs. Until tomorrow, when she needs you to let her leave.
CHAPTER 16
Sunny
Something was different. I wasn't sure if something was wrong exactly, only that it wasn't…quite right.
"Khell?" I breathed, my voice hoarse from how much I'd been babbling and begging all day, gasping and shouting praises, whimpering and whining.
His stav was fucking me but he held my hips firmly to his, and his mouth was latched to my left breast, suckling and kissing and nibbling. I'd already come once just like this with him feasting on my right breast, and I was certain he was working me to another release. Symmetrical bliss.
My thighs were sticky with cum, but Khell hadn't suggested a bath for me once. He'd made sure I drank water and ate, and then carried on fucking me in every possible position. Not rough, not like in the woods or in any of our games. He fucked me gently and thoroughly, making sure I was never too sore to keep going.
"Khell," I repeated, tugging gently on his braid. I'd seen him wince earlier when I'd had his hair in my grip while he ate me out. Either orcs had sensitive scalps, or I was rough on his braid.
Khell grunted, nuzzling his tusks against my breast but not stopping the slow draw of sucking on my nipple and then swirling his tongue in circles to soothe or torture me.
"How...how much time do we have left?"
That did make my orc pause. Even his stav stuttered from its rhythm inside of me.
"Not long," Khell rasped out against my breast, although I didn't know why his voice would be hoarse too. He wasn't the one howling at every orgasm, although he'd roared through quite a few.
I whimpered as he went back to licking and nipping my breast, but the sound was drawn out of my chest rather than Khell's teasing. Not long. Was that hours or minutes? Either way, this would be over soon.
It would never be enough.
We'd barely scratched the surface of…of my requests. Of what I wanted to do. And the list had piled higher the longer I was with Khell.
Khell's stav returned to its steady, almost metronome-like tempo inside of me, and his tusks pinched my flesh with his upper incisors, tongue flicking rapidly over my nipple until its tip was sharp and painfully tender and—
I came with a whine, squeezing on the swollen shifting rod of the stav pumping in Khell's cock, clasping his head in place, shivering and sweating and gushing on the mattress.
Khell pulled free of me before I could catch my breath. I sobbed at the sudden rush of cool air over my skin and my empty hands and cunt. His hands wrapped around my shoulders, twisting and turning me like his rag doll again, rolling me onto my belly. I was limp and too exhausted to be properly disgusted at the state of the bed, or of myself too. Khell's hands pet at my ass, and it didn't even occur to me to protest the idea of him fucking me there again.
The bed rocked slightly, and then Khell was tugging a pillow from somewhere and stuffing it under my hips. The smooth fabric was shockingly coarse against my tender clit, and it must've been insanity or a new addiction, or the starving desperation that raced through me anytime I was near Khell, that had me shifting to rub myself against it.
Distracted by the rough and stimulating sensation of fabric against my clit, and the aftershocks from the fresh orgasm rippling through me, I missed Khell'ar shifting around me until something cool snapped shut around my ankle. I stiffened and twisted my head back just in time to watch Khell shove my legs wide, and a second cuff efficiently locked around my other ankle. Between the two, a long bar spread me open, heels raised in the air.
Khell was frowning. He'd been solemn and almost surly since we got back from the woods, and I would've assumed he was mad at me except that he'd been so incredibly gentle, constantly kissing me, constantly purring, constantly petting every inch of my skin. Even now he stroked down my calves, pushing my ankles gently toward my ass.
