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“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“I…those are nice.” She motioned between her breasts, referring to my nipple piercings.
A rumble emerged from my chest. “You do like them, don’t you? I wonder what kinds of delicious thoughts are bouncing around in your head.”
Her cheeks reddened in a deep blush. “I bet you do. I was actually wondering if I could comb your hair. When I came here, you had it braided but I haven’t seen it like that since. Would you let me braid your hair?”
I sucked in a breath. She was human, so she didn’t know what she was asking. At least, I didn’t think so. An orc’s hair was his pride. We kept it long, a sign of strength and bravery. I had braided my hair when she came here but hadn’t since. I didn’t realize she’d even noticed.
“Yes. Let me get dressed.”
She got up as if to leave, but I raised my hand. “No need to scurry, female. We orcs are not shy about our bodies.”
She muttered, “I wouldn’t be, either, if I looked like you.”
A thrill ran through me as I dropped the towel and heard her gasp. I stood in front of her, baring everything to her, cock half-mast while I slipped a pair of shorts on, taking my time.
Her gaze perused me. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips. “You look just fine to me.”
I walked over and handed her a sandalwood comb my mother had given to me when I was a squirt of a warrior, and my hair was growing longer. I set a leather tie and some modern hair bands on the bed next to her. My mother would sit me down and braid my hair every morning then tie it with a leather strap just like this one. She asserted I should take great pride in my hair and never leave the house without it properly combed. I hadn’t always followed her advice, but if Ilya wanted to do it, I would let her with gladness.
Braiding an orc’s hair was akin to a declaration of love. Ilya couldn’t know that, but I would accept the gesture anyway. “I’m going to sit here, okay?”
“Yes.” But she didn’t raise the comb. “Are you sure this is all right? It seems so intimate. I didn’t think…”
Ah, she did get it. It was not common knowledge, but this little human was very intuitive. “The second most intimate things a mate can do for an orc is to comb his hair. Only preceded by the act of making love, female. You honor me. Please. Comb away. It’s been ages since my hair was touched by another.”
It had been a long time since my anything was touched by another.
“And you’re sure you want me to?”
“Please.” I reached back to touch her knee.
She started at the top. I felt every stroke of the comb on my sensitive scalp.
The scent of the fine wood wafted toward my nose, mingling with her sweetness. I closed my eyes and allowed myself this pleasurable moment.
“I can do all kinds of braids. Usually only on myself, but I can do whatever you like.”
“You decide,” I murmured, not able to speak correctly. My entire body was aflame, soaking in her touch, her gentleness. We were the ones who were supposed to be taking care of her, but she was giving me a lifeline. The stroke of her hand on my hair had already tethered me to her in a way that could never be seen, but I felt it as strong and present as my own heartbeat.
“Okay. You’re getting a fishtail. Your hair is so thick and shiny.” She started the braid at the crown of my head, brushing the tip of my ear.
A shudder ripped through me. I let out a moan while my bones melted to mush.
Her hand jerked back. “Did I hurt you?”
I chuckled and reached on either side to take her tiny feet in my hands, kneading the soles. Gooseflesh broke out along my scarred, moss-colored skin. “What do you think? Was that a sound of pain?”
Her breath hitched. “No. It certainly was not. Can I touch your ears again?”
I grunted. “Please, female.”
“Okay,” she whispered. Her thighs tightened around my shoulders. “I’m going to finish the braid and then get to know your ears better.”
She weaved my hair in and out, gentle and careful with every strand. My body swayed with the pressure and the deftness of her fingers. Once she got to the bottom, I felt her tie the leather and then weave the ends of the strap within the braid. I’d never had that done before, but in her hands, I knew it would be incredible. “Do you want to see it?”
“I do.” I got up and stalked over to the mirror to see her work. Every strand was in place, and she’d performed some kind of miracle with the leather. It was wrapped around the length of the braid. “It’s incredible, Ilya. Really, you’ve done me an honor. The others will be jealous. This is something special to our kind.”
