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“How did a useless bastard like you get a mate like—uff!”
We are standing toward the back of the crowded room, and I subtly backhand Trent, slamming him into the nearby wall, amused when his eyes cross from the blow.
Bron, standing beside me, rumbles his laughter and nods his head approvingly at me.
“Dumb fucker. You don’t scare me,” Trent snarls, puffing up his small chest like he might intimidate me with words or actions. “You’re going to regret that.”
I doubt it. The look I share with Bron suggests he doubts it too.
The orc master in charge of our duties calls for silence and gives us our orders.
* * *
My duties take me away from Jasmine today. Melody is having a rest day and does not venture out for either a toffee apple or Jendrick’s portal workshop. Jasmine, Bard, and Melody remain within the general’s home while I am put to use grafting.
All fucking day I move piles of bricks from one place to another, for an extension to the residence. My only consolation is that I’m not the only orc who suffers this thankless duty.
It is hot and muggy, and I drip with sweat. Darkness has fallen by the time we are given leave to wash up. I return to our quarters, anxious, having not seen Jasmine all day. The moment I enter the small room allocated to us, I’m hit by a tiny, fierce bundle who throws her arms around my waist. With a growl of approval, I tear her dress off, toss her on the rough mattress, and spread her thighs so I can feast upon her slick cunt.
I’m obsessed with her and the needy place between her legs. I cannot get enough. Her fingers are in my hair, gripping tightly as she mumbles my name over and over. Focusing on Jasmine and what she needs, I’m determined to get her off as fast as possible. I am addicted to the sounds she makes, the tightening in her body, the way her fingers try to tear my hair from my scalp, and the softening that happens afterward.
She comes quickly, as is inevitable under my onslaught, riding my face and tugging sharply upon my hair.
Only, I’m not satisfied with once. I’m never satisfied with just once. If by some miracle I lived into old age, I shall feast on this slick little cunt until my dying day. She moans and thrashes, always sensitive after the first time. But I have discovered that if I pin her still and persevere, she quickly comes again.
And she does.
She’s impatient tonight, mumbling about kissing me… about kissing methere.
I’m going for a third time when her tugging upon my hair reaches a level of insistence. I raise my head groggily to stare across at my mate.
Mate.
Ourmate.
I know we can never consummate things in a full way, because of my broken state. But in all ways that matter, in my heart, and for my beastly side too, she is our mate. My beast roars his approval. He does not agree with my determination that she cannot take us fully. He believes we should try.
I shake my head, rousing myself lest my thoughts stray toward rutting, to find her small hands petting my shoulders, trying to pull me up.
“Doug, please come lay beside me.”
I think about going back to her pussy again. My eyes drop toward it, and my mouth waters.
“Doug.” Her small hand cups my cheek, tipping my face toward her. I get a little lost in her eyes, how flushed her cheeks are, and the way her lips look, swollen and red. Her dark hair is long and luxurious when, of a night, she lets it down from its neat plait.
I can come back and feast again, later, I tell myself as I heave my bulk up to lie beside her.
She sits up and pushes me onto my back, then, quicker than I can follow, she slips one slim thigh over me and rolls above me on her hands and knees. Her plump tits hang low, and her thighs spread wide around my thick waist.
I think she’s trying to kill me. I cannot look at her face anymore, I’m too busy looking ather. My hands are on her tits, squeezing them together before I pinch her little berry nipples. I tug on them lightly, and her mouth pops open with a needy moan. I drag her down, my arm around her waist, to pin her wet pussy against my stomach, and fill my mouth with one juicy tit. I suckle one side and then the other until she’s gasping and squirming and mumbling all sorts of nonsense about wanting to tend to me.
Keeping one arm wrapped around her, my fingers seek and find the drenched little treasure, sliding back and forth over her pussy from behind. Usually I prefer to spread her out, but I like this too, her small weight on top of me, the opportunity to feast on her tits as I pet her slick pussy.
* * *
Jasmine
Doug is driving me toward delirium with his attention tonight. I realize that I’m emotionally charged after my run-in with Trent. I told myself that I would talk to Doug about it, but then the moment came and I could not. I just want one more night, one precious interlude, before things are sullied, and fears and pressures arrive at our door.
