Page 63 of Bound to the Orc Hunter

My cock jumps, spreading more orc seed over our stomachs and making her hands clutch at my shoulders as she strains closer.

I lift her until her soft folds glide over my head, slicker than the surrounding water. Her heels press into my back as I stop at her entrance, the heat of her calling my cock forward to plunge into her tight depths. My stud shivers with magic, its new tentacle form stretching for her.

Staring deep into her eyes, I slide forward an inch at a time. Each withdraw bathes my shaft in the cool water of the lake, making the heat of her all the more shocking with each thrust. I grit my teeth, holding to my deliberate pace with the last of my strength, watching the play of pleasure on her expressive face. Her wide mouth open and gasping, her pupils dilated, watching only me.

Just as there is only her.

My bride. My love. My everything.

With one last thrust, I’m buried deep, and her eyes start to close.

“No,” I say, refusing to lose that connection, to let her fall away from what’s building between us. It’s more than sex. So much more. “Look at me.”

I don’t pull out, don’t move at all but keep pushing forward into her, bringing us as close together as two people can be.

Her eyes meet mine, and I can see an answering need in them, coupled with a vulnerability that makes my heart ache. “Who did this to you?” I touch her cheek. “Who put this sadness in your eyes?”

“A guy on Earth. A few guys. It…” She shakes her head, her wide mouth trembling. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters,” I say. “These so-called men had better be glad they’re in another world, or they would find me ripping their heads from their shoulders for daring to make you feel like anything less than a miracle.”

A soft sound, half laugh, half sob, tears from her. “You don’t mean that. You’re a friendly guy.”

“I’m friendly withfriends.” My hips push forward even more, pulsing my cock within her depths. “Enemies I end. And anyone who hurts you is my vilest enemy.” A new thought hits. “Though perhaps I should thank them instead. For if any had loved you as you deserve, the Moon Goddess would not have brought you to me and bound us.”

“See.” One side of her mouth quirks up into a wry smile. “Friendly.”

“I said I would thank them, not forgive them. They would still meet my fists for what they did to you.”

Her muscles tighten around me, and I cannot remain still any longer. I pull back, and the drag on my piercings sends extra sensation shooting through me. My stud takes advantage of finally having more freedom to move, snaking two tentacles down past my cock, headed for her ass. Another two reach for her sensitive nub.

Her gasp is made all the sweeter when I see astonishment fill her eyes as pleasure takes over.

“Yes,” I grit out. “I’m going to fill you everywhere. Touch you everywhere. Pleasure you like no other ever can.”

Her strong legs flex, her heels digging into the top of my ass.

I surge forward, burying myself in her wet heat over and over. Desire races through me, tightening my balls and swelling my cock to painful hardness.

Grace’s mouth falls open, her panting breaths racing in time with mine. The water splashes all around us, touching all of my skin with an extra layer of sensation.

I hold her eyes through it all. “Can you see it? Can you see what you do to me? How much I want you?”

She nods, the movement jerky as she bites at her lip, her body straining forward.

I plunge into her, meeting her need, looking deep into her eyes. As her muscles clamp tight around my length in a frantic flutter, I hold off for several precious seconds, so that she may find her full pleasure. Then I can wait no longer. I pull out, shoving my cock between our stomachs. Extra pressure grows at the base of my shaft, tingling as my knot swells. Electricity shoots down my spine, sizzling as it pours from me in the strongest orgasm of my life.

It takes several moments for me to want to move. Yet the thought of my bride pressed to hard stone is enough to make me head for the shore, holding her close.

Her legs and arms still wrap around me, and they tighten as we move up out of the water.

Each step shifts us slightly, all that’s needed to send aftershocks of pleasure through my knot. I hold her like that as I settle onto the improvised blanket, so we sit face to face, our arms holding each other, her legs circling my waist.

She offers me the satisfied, dazed look I love to see on her face. My Grace is practical and focused so much of the time thatshe well deserves to lose herself to the simpler pleasures of the body.

Not that there was anything simple about our lovemaking. For what else can I call it? I’ve never experienced that kind of connection before, never wanted to.

But I crave all of my moon bound, body, heart, and soul.

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