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He is mine, this orc—my mate. I am claiming him and keeping him. No threat nor danger shall ever drive us apart again.
As is inevitable, I come once more. Except, this time, once I rouse myself from the climax, I’m determined to have my turn. Gripping his coarse hair, I tug with all my small strength.
His head lifts, and he pins me with a glare, his black tongue swiping over his lips, savoring my taste. When he looks like he means to go back to his endeavors, I grip harder and tug again. “It is my turn,” I say. “It is my turn to touch.”
He shakes his head.
I nod, rising. He allows me to push him away from me, with my hand against his chest. “This is how it shall be from now on. You are not allowed to touch me unless I can also touch you.”
His jaw locks, and his nostrils flare, but I am very determined about my dues.
My eyes lower over the thick slabs of muscle, past his tight abdominals to where his cock strains his hide pants. I shove my skirt down to take away any temptation on that front. “It is my turn,” I repeat.
I stand and he stands too, eyes wary. Then I swap our places and urge him with a gentle hand. He sits back heavily on the bale of hay with a grunt that shifts to a low growl as I kneel between his spread thighs.
My important duties elude me. I shall get back to them… once I have had a taste.
The memories of how he tasted surface as I work his buckle, fingers made clumsy by my haste, and then his pants are down far enough for his thick, engorged flesh to spring free.
An appreciative murmur escapes me as I close my small fingers around his girth and pump. He groans, fingers biting onto the bale of hay at his side, and his body locked with tension. His scent hits me as I stroke him. Sticky pre-cum soon leaks from the tip and covers my hands. I hold his eyes. Unnatural for an orc, so blue and bright but turning darker as I lean forward. Then, directing the tip, I enclose the head in my mouth.
Mindful of last time, I brace for an explosion. When nothing happens, I glance up. Goodness, he is a picture of tension, body trembling wildly and barely in control. The taste of his copious pre-cum fills my mouth. Gods, how does orc seed taste so good? I cannot hold back and so I swirl my tongue around the head, only wanting to taste more. Then, although I am new to this, it seems the most natural thing to work my small hands along his length as I bob my head.
“Mmmm.” I hum around his cock, better prepared this time, managing to get a third of him into my mouth before I feel the telling flex.
His hot cum explodes against the back of my throat. I lock my lips around his cock and swallow as quickly as I can. He makes a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure and tries to rise. My palm slaps against his belly, and he lets me hold andgentlehim.
The excess cum leaks around my lips as I feel his belly tremble under my hand. His growls of pleasure and the way his hips jerk are only part of the reward when he tastes so impossibly good. More and more cum pulses into my mouth, dripping around my lips, coating my fingers, and pooling around his groin.
His fingers spear my hair, and he tugs. Not roughly, but enough to dislodge me from my prize.
His cock continues to jerk and shoot cum over his belly as we heave gusty breaths.
“There is a lot,” I say unnecessarily.
He grunts. I snatch my eyes from his bobbing cock, and our gazes clash.
My lips tug up when his cock is finally done dancing against his belly—he emits a shaky sigh. “I think we need to practice this.” When he doesn’t shake his head, no, I take it as a concession. “I don’t know if it is because you’re an orc or a shifter or because I love you, but it tastes good, and I want to do it again.”
I blush as the words leave my lips.
He grunts, lifts me from my knees to my feet, and helps me to straighten out my skirts. Rising, he uses a clump of straw to wipe his belly off.
I giggle. “I guess the rain will wash it away.”
He spins me around and plants his big palm against my ass in a playful spank.
I peep back at him, grinning. Then I remember I’m supposed to be getting lunch for Melody, and with a last lingering look at my mate, I head out into the rain.
I collect Melody’s lunch tray and take it up to her quarters. It is here I learn the latest news from Bard.
We are leaving tomorrow, with Tulwin, for the port city of Bleakness. I shudder, for I have heard about the city where humans and orcs live… where they hold the slave markets.
It is also the place where many of the children were sent after they had passed through the outpost at Delwood.
ChapterThree
Jasmine
