Page 25 of Romancing the Orc

Those pink lips open on a gasp, and I can no longer resist them. The vines lift her higher, and I bury a hand in her hair and take her mouth. A growl rumbles in my throat. Fuck. She tastes of me.

I nip at her lips with my tusks until they part, then I plunge inside, my tongue tangling with hers in a bewitching dance. Her little moans drive me until I let loose all my hunger, kissing her with everything I am, everything she means to me.

Mine.

My mate.

When we break apart, we’re both panting for breath, and it takes me a moment to find the zipper on the back of the catsuit.I ease it all the way down to the top of her sweet buttocks, then peel the cloth forward off her shoulders. The vines release her wrists one after the other, reattaching as soon as I pull the fabric from each arm. As the front of the catsuit drops, I catch the journal and set it aside, barely able to tear my eyes from my mate.

My magic asks the vines to lift her higher until her lovely breasts hang right in front of my face. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.”

The pink bra releases in the front, and I push the straps from her shoulders, the vines cooperating, until she’s bare from the waist up.

I tease my tongue over them, circling the raspberry peaks, which tighten and beg for my attention. Lara jerks against the vines, her chest straining forward. With a wicked chuckle, I give her exactly what she wants, sucking on her pretty little nipples until she writhes and gasps.

A growl rumbles through me, and I mark her with my tusks, adding even more pink to her breasts. Fuck, it looks good for her to wear my mark.

It looks perfect.

I glide down her stomach, nipping at her with my tusks until her moans pull another smirk from me. She likes that, and I fucking love it.

At the tug of my insistent hands, the pink fabric peels from her skin. I slide it down her lovely legs. Another pulse of magic dismantles her leaf boots. As soon as I free her foot of the vine holding it aloft, the shoe falls off, and I pull the clothing from her leg. The vine immediately wraps back around her foot, letting me strip her other leg.

Lara hangs before me with nothing but the tiniest scrap of pink covering her sex. I repeat the teasing caress of my fingers over her soft skin as I pull it down her legs. Once it’s off, I plucka pink high heel from the ground, pull it free of the knot of my bootlaces, and slide it onto her foot. The vine reattaches, settling into the well of the heel. I repeat this with her other shoe, then step back to look at her.

I put the impractical human shoes back on her because many of the sex videos humans make seem to feature these types of footwear, and I’ll do anything that will bring her extra pleasure. Yet I finally see the appeal of these high heels the humans like so much. My mate looks especially delicious wearing nothing but them.

“You’re gorgeous like this, naked and ready for me.” A pulse of magic makes the vines spread her legs wide, her pretty, pink sex opening for me. The scent of her arousal perfumes the air, making my mouth water. The vines lift her higher, and I lick my way up her leg, using my tongue and tusks to tease her until she whimpers with need.

Her other leg is just as sweet, and I pause at the soft skin of her inner thigh, marking her with my tusks.

“Brokk!” Lara gasps.

Oh, yes. I’m going to make her say my name in exactly that way, several times. I lean forward and lick her from pussy to clit.

The taste of her explodes on my tongue, ringing through my soul like a struck gong.

Mine.

My mate.

I lap at her, drinking up her juices, unable to get enough. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

My fingers trail over her, teasing her folds as I continue to lick. I plunge my tongue into her velvet heat and fuck her with it, flicking the tip repeatedly over a spot that makes her writhe.

Her needy moans make my cock jump and swell to painful fullness again. Goddess, I’ll never get enough of my sweet mate.

Lara’s hands fist around the vines, her feet kicking against the other restraints as her entire body undulates in time with my tongue.

I gather more orc seed and brush my coated thumb over her clit, and she screams, back arching. Her muscles clamp around my tongue, and I almost spend right there like an untried teen at how deliciously tight she is.

I keep my tongue buried in her to let her ride out her full orgasm. When she finally slows, I have the vines lower her so I can kiss her.

“Fuck, Lara,” I groan against her lips as I cover her sex in another layer of orc seed. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

At another pulse of my magic, the vines drop again, bringing her to the perfect height. They spread her knees even wider until she hangs open and exposed, that pretty pussy floating right in front of my cock.

My stud shivers to life, the magic within it reacting to her nearness. I’ll finally see what my mate desires most in a sex toy.

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