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“Well, you cannot be an intrepid explorer if you stay,” Bard points out.
She mulls this over. “Okay then! Is it time for lunch?”
“I will pop and get something from the kitchen,” I say to Bard.
“Yippee!” Melody cries.
Bard is right. It is nice to have something normal, to have a reason to smile again. I have much to be grateful for. There is something about Melody’s presence that lifts the spirits of us all.
But as I exit the room, an air of melancholy seeks to envelop me. I’m not ready to be moving on again. Although, I already love Melody and couldn’t bear to be parted from her, even for freedom, I realize.
I take the stairs down to a passage that leads in two directions, one out to the courtyard where Trent came upon me and the other to the kitchens. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, I stare at the place, so innocuous now, where he cornered me. It set in motion life-changing events that somehow, miraculously, played out for the better.
I turn away from the memory, instead heading toward the kitchen, but as I pass the open doorway that leads out to the stables and barracks, I come to a stop, spellbound, as I catch the sight of a towering white orc.
Like he senses me, Doug’s head swings my way. It is raining, and he is soaked, his dark hair sticking up like a shaggy pelt from his skull. My heart softens as I note the terrible bruising that turns his neck shades of purple and blue. Despite the cold, he wears only his usual hide pants and boots. Water sluices down over his big body.
Gods, he is magnificent in all his barbaric glory. My body stirs simply because all that he is… is mine.
His nostrils flare. He grunts and gestures to the orc beside him then turns to stalk my way.
A squeak escapes me as I realize I’m his destination, and, momentarily panicked, I turn away, then back, in a full circle to find myself facing him again. He is closer now, almost upon me, and two big wet hands grasp my arms to still me.
I glance up at him, a long way up, and my breath catches as I see that determined glint in his eye.
Heat pools in my belly. “We can’t.” I look around, scandalized. “It is the middle of the day. I’m supposed to be getting Melody’s lunch…” I trail off, realizing I’m rambling and further that he is looking even more imposing and determined now.
He grunts and tosses me over his shoulder before splashing out into the wet at a jog.
“Doug! What are you doing?!”
Rain pelts me, saturating me in the short space between the buildings.
A giggle escapes me.
He grunts again and sets me down on my feet in one of the outbuildings.
“Doug, I have duties,” I say, turning to poke a finger in his belly as I scold him.
His lips tug up. The wicked orc is grinning.
“You have recovered very quickly,” I say pointedly, pushing wet hair from my face.
He nods, stalking me again, making me step backward deeper into the building, which I belatedly realize is a storage barn full of hay for the horses. The back of my legs connect with a thick bale of hay, and I sit abruptly.
“Doug,” I hiss. But I’m also laughing.
He crouches down before me, unseating me as he lifts my thighs and rocks me onto my back. A low appreciative growl rumbles in his chest as he lowers his nose to my already weeping pussy and sniffs through my wet skirts.
My breathing turns choppy as he tugs my dress up. A heartbeat later, there is a distinctsnap,and the remnants of my panties are tossed aside.
Beyond the open barn door, I can hear the clamor of men and orcs busy readying supplies, muted under the thunder of the rain. There is no preamble. Doug wishes to do this, and, therefore, he is doing this. With a low growl of acute need, he buries his head between my spread thighs and licks.
My fingers find his wet hair and grip. I spread wider and rock my hips for more. “Oh yes,” I say. “Yes, yes, yes!” The feeling of his tongue licking me, the faint scrape of his tusks against my inner thighs, all of it has me panting with need. Pleasure shoots through me. I nearly lost this—I nearly lost him. But I didn’t. And he is here, touching me.
“Please say you will let me touch you afterward. Please! I cannot abide it if you will not.”
He grunts and sets about tormenting me into a state of delirium with his wicked tongue as he lavishes his attention on my clit. My body locks as a climax tears through me, and sweet clenching sensations bring a flood to my pussy. He doesn’t stop, and I become too sensitive. When I wriggle, he merely pins me still. He tries to thrust his tongue deep into my pussy as if to gather all my juices from the source. I cannot bear it, and yet I never want him to stop. The rain drums outside, muting the clangs and shouts of men and orcs and providing cover for my moans as he easily wrests more pleasure from me.
