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Chapter 10
Han’zir
I want her. I need her. I’ve felt affection for her, of course, and being near her makes my blood sing. But none of that compares to right now, to feeling Esme’s body, tasting her on my lips, hearing her gasps.
Our puppy is so yielding under my hands and yet so full of passion, returning my kisses just as eagerly, her hands reveling in my shape. If I gave in, if I let this sprouting desire take over, I would surely lift up her dress and bury myself inside her.
But that’s not how I want this first time to go. Now that I’ve shown her that I’m not angry at her, that I’m not jealous, I need to have patience for the rest. Besides, it will be Drazak who enjoys her that way first. They need each other, and I will be content to watch until their fire has turned all this kindling to ash. I will have my place when they’re sated.
When I draw back from our kiss, Esme’s eyes flutter open, and I’m delighted by the rosy color in her cheeks. Her lips look well-loved and her chest is heaving, meaning I’ve done my job of preparing her.
My gaze connects with Drazak’s, and he responds to my mischievous smile with a nod. He understands.
When he lies down on the bed on her other side, Esme flashes me a look of surprise. She tries to turn over to face him, but his arms have already wrapped around her from behind, his calloused hands caressing her breasts over her dress. Her eyes dart up to mine, as if expecting a reprimand. So I kiss her lips again, sweetly, and then her forehead. I nuzzle her hair while Drazak’s fingers drift farther down, smoothing over her belly and then her rounded hips. When he reaches the hem of her dress, he slips underneath. Esme jumps in surprise, so I kiss her again, holding her cheeks in my hands. Drazak joins me in lavishing attention on the back of her neck, her collar, her shoulder. He crushes her hips against his, and she lets out an “Oh!” of pleasure.
I watch as he slides her dress up, his big hand nearly eclipsing her thigh, and I get even harder—which I didn’t realize was possible at this stage. Now the hem is up on her hips, revealing that wide pelvis and the patch of hair that lies at the juncture of her legs. I told myself I’d leave them to it and watch from the sidelines, but my curiosity is too powerful. I’ve seen trollesses and orcesses naked before, but never felt particularly inclined to explore them myself. I want to know what lies there, what my Drazak craves so much.
“Open for me, puppy,” I whisper to her, my hand slipping down to those exposed thighs. Without hesitation she obeys, her legs just barely parting for me, but it’s enough for one of my thick fingers to slide between them.
My entire body shudders at what I find there. She is soft, so soft. The curly hair continues on, thinner and finer, protecting that delicate sex underneath. All I feel at first are two folds of skin, leading down to something even more fascinating: a small dip, where my finger abruptly meets moisture. My cock surges against my pants at this tiny taste, this foreign but exciting discovery. I draw back, exploring the folds again, delving between them with just the pad of my finger. Esme’s hips jerk under me, and she lets out a breathy moan when I find a little nub hidden inside. It’s like searching for buried treasure, where the reward is her bliss.
“You’re so warm,” I say, returning again to that moist place farther down. I duck gently inside it, and again Esme’s body responds, her hips shifting to allow me in. “So warm and wet.” I retake her mouth while Drazak squeezes her small, round ass, then pulls her dress up even further to give him access to her breasts.
“Because she wants us,” he answers, and sucks in a breath as he takes her nipples in his fingers. “Don’t you, puppy?”
She nods rapidly as she grinds against my finger, urging it deeper. “I want you,” she whimpers, and the sound sends a jolt of lightning straight to my cock. Fuck. Suddenly I wonder if I’m going to be able to let Drazak take her first at this rate, because this blistering hot, soaked place between her legs is screaming my name.
No. Their bond needs healing after today, and I know just where I will fit.
To spare myself the temptation, I pull away from our Esme, and she lets out a sound of protest. I shake my head and kiss her cheeks.
“Drazak,” I tell her. “Go to him.”
Her eyes search me for some hidden meaning, so I rub the tip of my nose against hers. “It’s all right, puppy. I want to watch you.”
Her breath halts and her mouth opens at this suggestion. “Watch me?” she repeats. I grin at her and gesture for her to go. “Oh.”
With one last uncertain look, she turns over on the bed to face my orc, and the desire and relief on his face is enough for me. While he pulls her into him, I slide off my pants, taking my cock in hand, ready for a moment I never realized I was waiting for.
Esme
I still don’t quite believe that Han’zir wants me to be with Drazak, that the idea turns him on, that he wants to... watch us.
Embarrassment burns my cheeks as I face Drazak, the orc who approached me in the river, who held me to his chest and kissed me like he was starving and I was his food. The orc who’s watched over us, sacrificed for us, protected us. He sits up long enough to peel off his shirt, and then his pants follow along, ending up in a pile on the floor. He doesn’t say a word as he yanks my dress up the rest of the way, nearly tearing it off of me as he pulls it over my head. Then I’m bared to him, and to Han’zir, too. I’ve only been with one man, Benny, but it was in the dark of night—a tryst purely of one body’s need for another. I took very little pleasure in it. I certainly didn’t see him, and neither did he see me.
Now I am very, very seen.
Over my shoulder, Han’zir sits up, taking his big cock in one hand. It’s even bigger than Drazak’s, as thick as my forearm, and a powerful shudder travels from my throat to the base of my spine.
When Drazak kisses me, it’s a very different kind of kiss than Han’zir’s. No, it’s fierce and ravenous, his teeth nipping my lips, his tongue filling my mouth and seizing mine. I can sense his urgency in every squeeze of his hands on my flesh, the way he grips my butt and fondles my nipples. Suddenly I, too, feel impatient and starved, overcome by the need that’s been building in me ever since he pressed his cock against me in the water—perhaps since long before that. I’ve never ached for someone like I do for him. I know where Drazak fits, where he belongs, and that’s inside me.
I don’t want to wait, not after Han’zir paid such close attention to me, but Drazak doesn’t seem to care. He spreads my thighs with one demanding hand and finds my clit right away. His touch gentles as he plays with it, brushing it from side to side, and I moan and buck. After he’s tormented me for what feels like eons, he drags that hand lower, and presses one finger inside me.
“Drazak,” I whimper. I didn’t expect how big it would be, but together, their touches and kisses have loosened me, and it slides inside. A cry bursts out of me, and Drazak bears down on my mouth with another powerful kiss. His finger starts to pump in and out, whisked along by how I’m growing ever wetter, and he devours my gasps.
“Yes, keva,” he grunts, playing with my breasts and tugging on my nipples hard. Each point of contact pours more oil on the fire of my need until my whole body is rocking in tandem with his hand, making Drazak tense up against me, his cock nudging ever more insistently against my thigh. Then he retreats, returning to my sensitive clit, which he rubs even harder than before. Behind me, I hear Han’zir groan, and when I glance over he’s stroking his cock so hard he’s nearly strangling it.
“I wanted to go slow,” Drazak growls in my ear, “but I can’t.”
