Steagor’s words are an oath, a solemn promise, and they bring tears to my eyes. I’ve never had anyone say that to me—or mean it either. I reach up and wrap my arms around Steagor’s neck, then climb him like a tree, pressing myself to his warm body. I kiss him, tears mixing with water on my face, and he returns the caress, licking into my mouth.
His big palms cup my ass, hiking me higher up his body. I clamp my thighs around his waist, and the fat tip of his cock nudges at my pussy. Steagor jerks, his hips rocking forward, and I laugh against his lips, breathless.
“I can’t be gentle,” he mutters in my ear. “I missed you so much.”
I reach between us and rub the length of his erection over my aching pearl. “I don’t want you to be gentle,” I gasp. “I need you inside me.”
Steagor takes my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. “Then put me there yourself.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I notch his cockhead at my pussy and roll my hips, taking him in. At the same time, Steagor slams our bodies together, and his length slips inside me easily, gliding through my already clenching folds.
“Fuck, Poppy,” he rasps.
He pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in, and I cry out, sensations exploding all through my body.
Steagor quickly puts his hands over my mouth, cutting off my scream. “Hush, sweet,” he murmurs, then licks the shell of my ear. “Or do you want everyone to know what we’re doing?”
I’d completely forgotten where we were, but the splash of water and the trickle of the underground stream are definitely not enough to cover the sounds of our lovemaking. And I find that I don’t care. No one can see us here, and that’s enough for me. I can’t hold back the soft moan that escapes me when Steagor pumps into me again. His breath is rough against my wet skin, a testament to how much he’s affected.
My climax hits me by surprise, a startling, blinding flash of white-hot pleasure that starts in my core and takes over my entire body. I clench around Steagor’s cock, and he lets out a hoarse groan, then fucks me harder. His bulging knot slips past my opening and lodges itself firmly inside my pussy. I squeeze down hard, and he comes with a bellow, throwing his head back so the tendons in his neck stand out. I bite down on the skin of his shoulder to hold back my scream as another wave of bliss washes over me.
Steagor’s hips twitch forward again, then he walks us both backward until he hits the edge of the pool. He finds an underwater bench and collapses on it with me still clinging to his front. We’re connected at the most intimate level, his knot pulsing inside me, a delicious, hot presence I don’t want to let go.
“I missed you,” he murmurs as he slowly kisses his way up my neck.
“I can see that.”
I grin up at him, and he snorts, then pinches my ass. I squirm in his lap. We both groan at the sensation, but Steagor takes my waist and forces me to sit still for a moment while we both catch our breaths.
I tug the end of his damp braid over his shoulder and undo the leather tie, then unravel the long tresses, sifting through them with my fingers. Then I run my hands over Steagor’s scalp, massaging away his tension. He leans into my touch, and I hum in satisfaction at seeing my mate so relaxed because of me.
But soon, I trace my fingers to his ears and brush over the sensitive, pointy tips. Steagor shudders under me, clasping my waist with both hands. From the way his knot pulses inside my pussy, I know he’s far from finished with me—but this time, I control our movements. Earlier, I couldn’t do much but cling to him, so I take the reins, widening my knees on either side of his hips. Then I lift my ass as much as the knot allows me and slam my weight back down, impaling myself fully on his cock and knot.
Steagor’s grunt of pleasure drowns out the splash of water, and I hear a giggle somewhere in the mist, where someone must be listening to us. Steagor smirks in challenge—as if to say that he doesn’t mind the invisible company.
Neither do I. Biting my lip, I rock my hips forward again, setting a quick, punishing rhythm that soon has us gasping for breath, clinging to each other. This climax is different, building slowly, but when it crests its peak, it’s deeper and more intense than before, leaving me a sobbing, gasping mess. Steagor wraps his thick arms around me, crushing me to his chest, and fucks me from below, pulling my hips down again and again. He comes with a roar, his cum spilling inside me in hot spurts.
We cling to each other in the aftermath, breathing hard. Long minutes later, Steagor’s knot slips free of my pussy, and we wash languidly, soaping each other’s skin. Then he lifts me from the pool and wraps me in a bath sheet, covers his scars with another, and carries me to his room.
We tumble into his bed, and he sniffs at the pillows, then rumbles in satisfaction.
“You slept here?” he asks.
I draw swirling patterns on his still-damp chest. “You asked me to.”
“Thank you,” he says. “That means a lot.”
I meet his gaze. “Mara told me about the scent thing.”
He raises his eyebrows in question, his expression relaxed.
“She said mates smell differently to each other,” I explain. “And I told her your scent reminds me of rosemary and smoke.”
I’m fishing for an answer, and he seems to know it. With a crooked grin, he draws me up his chest so my breasts are pressed to his skin, my knees on either side of his hips and my ass sticking out. He cups my ass cheeks with his palms and gives me a rude squeeze that has me squirming in place.
“You smell like ripe summer berries,” he murmurs, his chest vibrating underneath me. He takes a deep inhale of the skin at my neck and adds, “And soap. But your pussy…”
Suddenly, he dips his fingers between my legs from behind and swipes the tips through my wetness. Then he brings them up to his face and sniffs again. “You smell like wildflower honey. And you’re just as sweet.”
He licks the slick wetness off his fingers, humming in pleasure, and I’m left staring at him, struck dumb at how intensely erotic I find the image. The sight of his fingers disappearing into his mouth triggers an idea in my head, though.
Before he can so much as move, I slide down his body to where his cock juts up, hard again after this short respite. I wrap both hands around his thick length, squeeze the shaft until he groans, then take the dark-green head in my mouth.
Steagor’s hips arch off the bed, almost unseating me, but I cling on tight and pump my hands up and down while sucking on the broad tip. The salty-sweet taste of his precum sends a thrill through me, his smoky scent more intense here. I pop off for a second to lick my lips, then suck him down again, going deeper.
“Poppy,” he complains hoarsely. “You don’t—ungh!”
I smile around his cock, then work him faster, listening to his cues. When he tangles his fingers in my hair and shows me how he wants me to pleasure him, I grow wetter in a rush, feeding off his satisfaction.
“I can smell you, sweet,” he rumbles, his hot gaze connecting with mine. “Your mouth on my cock is all I’ve dreamt about when I was gone, and to know how wet you get when you suck me…”
He hisses a breath through his teeth when I tongue the underside of his head. Then I release him from my mouth and lick the tip of him, the slit at the top, where he’s leaking all that delicious precum.
“Poppy,” Steagor growls, a warning in his voice.
I grin at him, squeezing his thick knot in both hands. I’m being naughty, and I love how it’s affecting him.
“Give me your mouth, sweet,” he begs hoarsely, but his gaze strays to my naked breasts, and he draws in a quick inhale as he watches them sway with my movements.
I glance down at myself, at my tight, aching nipples, then back at him. “Would you like me to, um, do something else?”
He throws his head back, covering his face with his arm. “I can’t—I can’t ask that of you.”
“Ask what?” I press, curious now. “Tell me!”
His cock swells in my hands, growing harder than ever, and I know he’s picturing whatever he wants me to do. I purse my lips, then run my hands lightly over his length.
“You know,” I say slowly. “I can just do this forever.” I give him a light squeeze, then when he bucks his hips up to chase the contact, I lessen the pressure. “This way, you’ll never finish. I’ll keep you here until you’re begging me to stop.”
It’s all a game, because we both know he could easily take matters into his own hands—or flip me over and be inside me in seconds. But the power he gives to me is heady, showing me how things can be between us.
“If you tell me what you want…” I lower my head and blow a stream of air over his cockhead. “I can give it to you right now.”
Steagor’s large body is taut with tension, all muscles bunched and hard, and I want to lick him all over. But that will come later—right now, I need him to voice his desires, to let me into his head and open up to me. He needs to let go of the notion that I’m too innocent for this.
I might be inexperienced, but I want to learn. To explore.
Steagor removes his arm from his face and pins me with a scorching hot gaze. “I want to fuck your tits.”
“Oh.” Biting my lip, I look from his cock to my chest and back. “How would that work?”
His cheeks darken, but he moves me to lie on my back, head propped up on the pillows. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
I give him a quick nod, then hold my breath as he straddles my chest and braces one hand on the wall behind my head. The position puts his cock right above my face, and suddenly, everything clicks into place.
“Ohh,” I say. “I get it.”
I take my breasts and push them together, and he lets out a rough groan. Then he lowers himself so he can slide his thick cock into the valley. The slick precum eases his thrusts, and soon he’s pumping fast, his entire body trembling with the strain of holding back.
I watch his reactions with rapt attention, noting what he likes. When he shoves himself all the way up, I can’t resist giving the tip of his cock a lick, catching some of the precum dripping from it.
“Fuck, Poppy.” His whole body jerks. He stares down at me, teeth gritted. “You look so good. You’re a fucking vision.”
In answer, I squeeze my breasts tighter, giving him more friction, and run my fingertips over my nipples. They’re hard and sensitive, sending shocks of pleasure down to my empty pussy. It’s not enough to make me come, but I’m close, and though I want Steagor to find his pleasure first, I’ll follow him over the edge as soon as I can get my hands on my slick pearl.
Steagor’s knot bumps the underside of my tits with every push, which puts his thick head right at my mouth, so I catch it between my lips and suck, hard. My orc bellows, his rhythm growing shallow and fast, the muscles of his stomach bunching.
On the next thrust, I swallow as much of him as I can, and he stills, arching his back, then roars his release. The first jet of his thick, creamy cum coats my tongue, and I drink it all down, but he pulls out of my mouth and comes all over my chest, my tits, his body trembling with the strength of his release.
I keep my breasts squeezed together for as long as he thrusts, then slowly release them when he retreats. His massive shoulders heave with deep breaths. He glances down at me, and his expression is so dazed, I giggle, satisfied. I caused that, and it’s so good. Feeling daring, I swipe my fingers through the cum on my chest and bring them to my lips, licking off the salty-sweet liquid.
Steagor narrows his eyes at me. “You’re wicked.”
In answer, I give him my most winning smile. “And you love it.”
He lowers himself so we’re face to face. “Aye, I do. I love you.”
My vision goes hazy with tears, so I lift my face to kiss him, then say, “I will never grow tired of hearing that.”
Steagor kisses me back, then raises one dark eyebrow. “But are you too tired for another round?”
I push at his shoulder, and he allows me to roll him to his back.
“Never.”
