Gorvor lets out a rough exhale. “Aye.”
“Show me how?”
He grips my fingers tight and stands, pulling me with him. He guides me onto one of the soft furs that line the earthen floor like carpets. “Now go to your knees.”
I obey, sinking to the fur in front of him. The position makes it clear how Gorvor wants me to pleasure him. I reach for the laces of his leather pants and tug.
“That’s it. Take out my cock.” His voice is rough and low, betraying his emotion.
I spread the leather flaps and ease them down, freeing the king’s erection. It’s hard, the knot bulging at the bottom. The shaft itself is green and ridged with veins, but the skin covering it is velvet-smooth and warm. Below his knot, his balls are pulled tight already, large and half hidden in coarse black hair.
I reach down first and cup them, running my fingers all over, exploring what he likes. Gorvor remains quiet and stoic until I grip his balls firmly and give them a light tug. Then his hips rock forward, and his cock kicks in front of me, leaking precum.
“Don’t tease,” he rumbles. “Unless you want me to—ah!”
His words dissolve on a hoarse cry when I wrap my lips around his green cockhead. It’s large, and I breathe through my nose, adjusting to his size. Like last night, I can’t take all of him, but I do my best, sliding up and down his shaft, sucking as I go.
His composure cracks, and he grips the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my scalp. He shows me how fast he wants me to go, and soon, his hips are rocking with the movements, his breaths sawing in and out of his big chest.
“Dawn,” he groans. “I want you to touch yourself.”
I glance up, mouth full.
His dark eyes glitter with intent. “Get yourself wet. Because when I come in your pretty little mouth, I’ll want to fuck you, too.”
Heat rushes through my limbs and gathers low in my belly. I release Gorvor’s leg, where I’d been bracing one hand, and ruck up my skirts until I can reach the apex of my thighs. I’m wet, slick from both my own desire and the salve he rubbed all over me earlier. It has taken away the sting, the ache left by our lovemaking last night. I swipe my fingertips over my pearl, and I moan around Gorvor’s cock, my hips jerking.
He fills my ears with filthy promises, and I work his cock as my legs tremble. I’m close to my climax, and the king still hasn’t finished.
This won’t do.
On my next retreat, I suck my cheeks in, then increase my speed. He showed me what he liked, but not what would make him fall apart. I’ll have to figure that out on my own. He hisses a breath through his teeth as I wrap my fingers around his knot as far as they will go and give him a strong squeeze. His grip tightens in my hair, and I know I’m on the right track.
Then I hum around his cock, and he roars, his head thrown back, the green tendons in his neck standing out. He thrusts his hips forward, and he’s coming, powerful jets of cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow, but there’s a lot, and I let his cock slip from my lips, spilling his seed on my chest. We’re making a mess, but I don’t care because it feels amazing to see him let go and lose control.
I pull my hand from under my skirt and brace myself. The king draws in a huge breath, his nostrils flaring, and then he’s on me. He drops to his knees, grabs me by my waist, and flips me around. I land on my hands and knees, panting, and gaze over my shoulder at him. With his cock still out and hard, he looks magnificent, and he’s staring at me like he wants to devour me.
“I need you,” he growls. “Are you wet for me, Dawn?”
“Yes!” I rock my hips back. “So wet.”
He flips my skirts up, exposing my skin, and groans at the sight of me. I spread my knees to get more leverage. His palms land on my ass, and he kneads my flesh, then runs his blunt fingers down my crack to my dripping pussy. He shoves in two fingers at once, making sure I’m ready.
“Please, please,” I beg, riding his hand. “I need to come.”
He removes his hand and fits himself behind me. Then he takes my waist with both hands and pulls me back, impaling me on his thick cock. I scream in pleasure, chanting his name over and over as he drives himself in all the way to his knot.
Slowly, he withdraws. “I cannot go easy on you,” he rasps. “Not today.”
I lower myself to my elbows and duck my head. “Then don’t.”
Gorvor roars and plunges inside me, slamming his cock deep. His thighs meet mine, and the coarse hair dragging over my heated skin adds another layer of stimulation. Again, he retreats almost all the way and pushes in, and the slide of his veined shaft over my inner walls is enough to have me moaning.
Then his massive palm lands on my back, and he pushes me down, until my face is pressed into the soft fur and my hips jut up. The move changes the angle between us. His cock fills me, and I whimper, starbursts of pleasure exploding behind my closed eyelids.
“Put your fingers to your pussy,” he commands, his words slurring with pleasure. “Feel how I fuck you.”
His order is impossible to disobey. I wedge my hand under my body and reach between my legs, where he powers into me with increasing speed. His skin slaps against mine, but it’s the feeling of his slick cock sliding into my pussy that has my legs trembling with tension. Then I reach for the sensitive button at the top of my slit and press down hard.
Gorvor slams inside me, his big body curling over mine. “Come for me, Dawn.”
He fucks me deep, and I shatter, my mouth opening on a silent scream. On the next pulse of his cock, the knot slips inside me as if my body was made to take it at this exact moment of bliss. He fills me completely, and he bellows his release, shooting hot jets of cum. His thrusts grow shallower as we lock together, prolonging my pleasure.
I turn my face to the side, the fur sliding over my cheek in stark contrast with the rough treatment I just got. I loved both—and especially the way Gorvor seems to know my body and exactly what I need.
“Was I too rough?” he asks quietly.
I shake my head and force myself to lift on shaking arms. “No. I loved it.”
He caresses my back and slips his fingers to my scalp, where he massages away any tension, leaving me a soft, tired mess. Then he gathers me in his arms, my dress rustling all around us, and carries me to the bed, where he sits against the headboard with me spread over his lap. He rains soft kisses over my neck and shoulders and draws the pins from my ruined braid, all the while pulsing inside me.
And for once, I allow myself to relax completely. This isn’t some quick rutting where we would both be more than eager to escape each other’s company after it was done. No, Gorvor wraps his arms around me and gazes at me like I’m the sun and the moon, all in one disheveled human package.
When his knot releases, we wash again—and I’m beginning to understand why orcs are so keen on bathing. My dress is sticky with the remains of our pleasure, and Gorvor uses it to mop up the worst of the mess, then tosses it in a hamper by the door.
At my mortified look, he laughs and says, “Don’t worry, this will be no surprise to the laundry folk. Orcs fuck a lot. At last, the king is doing it, too.”
I press my hand over my mouth but can’t stifle a giggle. “You’re horrible.”
He smacks my bare ass. “And you’re a temptress. Now get dressed before I drag you back to bed. We both have work to do today.”
I am almost tempted to sway my hips and bend over on purpose to see what he’ll do, but he’s right. I promised Mara I’d help her, and we’ve already wasted half the morning in bed. Not that I count what we did a waste.
I go to pick a clean shift, and my gaze falls on the two jars of tea, clearly labeled to avoid confusion. One to promote a pregnancy, the other to prevent it. I collect both and set them at the bottom of the chest Gorvor designated for my use. It’s the wrong time of month for me to worry about this, and I don’t have to make the decision yet.
I don’t immediately reach for the pregnancy preventing tea, and that’s telling in and of itself. I would have thought this would be the only choice for me—drinking the tea and making sure I don’t get pregnant. But something stops me. If my future is here, with the king, might I consider creating a family of my own? Would I have the support needed to raise a baby—and one not entirely human to boot?
I close the chest and put the matter from my mind.
For now.
For now, I can pretend and enjoy this as if tomorrow doesn’t matter.
