Page 58 of The Orc's Rage

His resigned sigh filled the air, and Cedar cringed, wondering what he might do if she refused his advances. Instead of encroaching on her, though, Kargorr sat up in the furs, his bare chest exposed. She couldn’t help the rush of heat that raced down into her belly at his familiar form, at the bulk and size of him. He sniffed the air, and his dark eyes narrowed.

“You want me, little deer,” he said quietly as the morning light spilled in through the roof of the tent.

Cedar curled in further on herself, embarrassed by how her own body betrayed her. He moved toward her, and she thought surely he would push her down and pry her legs apart. Instead, he ran one huge hand, with its sharp, black claws, down her arm in a soothing gesture. When she finally turned her head to look at him, she found an unfamiliar expression on his face—something like sadness, perhaps, or regret.

Carefully he traced lower, smoothing over her skin, then the fabric of the tunic she’d worn to bed. She shuddered involuntarily as it crested her hip before sliding back up to her shoulder. He simply petted her that way, deepening his touch with every pass, kneading her with his strong fingers. He moved up to her shoulders, continuing those sure, steady touches, and only barely digging into her flesh. Cedar couldn’t help but groan at the sensation of her tight muscles giving to him as he slowly worked them over her back, which faced him still. Once he had finished with her upper body, he spread his exploration of her lower, across the curve of her spine, where he continued his methodical manipulating. She couldn’t help sagging into the bed as he unraveled more and more of her tense edges, forcing her body to relax into his touch. When he reached her ass, she didn’t feel that same sense of lust radiating off of him that she usually did when he rubbed this part of her body. No, it was with a distanced precision that he continued downward, massaging the hard, strained flesh of her hips. It was a combination of pain and relief as he expanded his reach to her thighs, finding all the places where she didn’t even realize her body hurt.

Gently, he put a hand around her belly and encouraged her to roll onto her back, and Cedar reflexively obeyed. Now she could see him as he focused on his work over her clothing, his brows furrowed in concentration as he performed the same motions on her thighs, her calves, her ankles. Her heart beat faster as he trailed his hands up again, and his forehead smoothed as his fingers edged to her thighs, slowing their ascent at the laces of her pants.

His eyes shifted slightly to look at her as he unfastened them, and Cedar remained very still, wondering what he would do. Would he insist on putting his cock inside her? Her heart rebelled at the idea, but the lower half of her twitched instead. They remained, holding eye contact, as he slid the pants down her hips, over her feet. After he’d freed her from them, he even held her feet, rubbing them as he had the rest of her.

Now that her skin was bare, Cedar could feel the callouses on the tips of his fingers as he trailed them back up her legs to her thighs. But he did not demand she open them. Instead, he resumed those firm dips into her flesh, following a path that led him closer and closer to the mound of her pelvis. There, he paused and waded through her dark curls with his claws, twining them around his fingers.

That was when, of their own accord, her thighs parted. She wanted that touch,neededthat touch, as much as it pained her to admit. It would be a welcome relief to the growing heat that left her tingling and wanting.

Kargorr gave only the barest nod as he ventured farther down to the hood of her sex. He spread his fingers and slid them deeper between her thighs, one on each of her lower lips, merely brushing the swells of them. She was surprised to find his hands cold, which must have meant that she was quite hot, and Cedar hated this, too.

It only grew worse, and her folds became more engorged as Kargorr traced the outside of her, refusing to gratify her. Soon, her body was rising of its own accord, desperate for his touch to travel inward.

Abruptly, Kargorr moved, climbing over her to position himself between her legs. Cedar tried to snap her thighs shut, alarmed at his abrupt movement and what it meant, but he kept them splayed in front of him. This time, the rush that went through her was not pleasure, but panic, remembering the last time he had forced her legs apart.

Kargorr sat back on his knees and rubbed her calves in soothing circles.

“Be still,” he said, a phrase that would normally have come out rough, but now was softer than his voice had ever been. “Please.”

Please.

Cedar could not think of another time he had ever uttered this word to her, when he had ever asked for her agreement. So she obeyed.

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Kargorr

The scent of her fear was sour. The light cloud of pleasure that had settled on them vanished in a moment, and then Cedar was sliding up the furs to put distance between them.

It made Kargorr’s chest ache, his throat close up. Hisyapirafeared him. She cringed at his touch, and each time it was like a needle being driven deeper.

He could not rinse away what he’d done with words. Cedar would never believe them, anyway. Instead, Kargorr would show her. Besides, he had been nursing a hunger for what felt like an eternity, ever since he left theparogon their long raid. Now that he had claimed hisyapira, he wanted to completely consume her, every part of her. He wanted to suck her fingers, lick her sweat, taste her soft, wet cunt. Now that he had used hissargaon her, when the smell of her arousal wafted up his nose, behind his eyes, it spread across his body like flames licking up grease and became a bonfire of visceral need.

When he pleaded with her to stay and she did, it gave Kargorr hope that he could coax her out like a shy animal. His cock throbbed for her, but he willed his mind away from it as he bent down between her legs, lifting her thighs so her knees were slung over his arms. Cedar wriggled, clearly uncomfortable at being so exposed, but he would soon quiet her objections.

His mouth descended on her, his big tongue swiping over her reddened, exposed skin. She trembled under him as he licked the other way, barely glancing over that tiny, hidden bead. Kargorr marveled, always, at the smallness of her body compared to his. How could she take him so well? Despite how impossible it seemed, she had once moaned and screamed as his cock slid in and out of her, and it had fit perfectly.

Cedar didn’t make a sound as he dragged his tongue over that tender spot again, and again, though her body had already begun to shiver and quake with this small taste. Kargorr wanted more. He wanted to lick up all of her, to suck down the liquid that dewed on her cunt like the sweet marrow from inside a bone. But he had to move slowly. If he devoured her with nothing but hunger, nothing but raw need, she would still only think herself an object. A tool.

Cedar was no longer a means to an end for him, though. Shewasthe means—and the end.

So he went slowly, his hands returning to their work of stroking her skin and pressing rhythmically into her thighs to loosen all the taut muscle there while he lapped her. Slow and steady, Kargorr passed his tongue back and forth, merely hinting at what else he could do.

And then, she released a little whimper. It was the pleasurable kind, and a tenseness drained out of him he hadn’t realized he felt. As a reward, he was firmer with his tongue, concentrating it around her hidden bud. Her hips rose off the furs and he chased them, gently sliding up his hands so he could press her down to the bed. He applied just the barest pressure, so if she wanted to escape him, she could.

It railed against every instinct he had to give her freedom now when he had so recently lost her, but caging her, strapping her down tighter, would not yield the result he wanted.

He circled her sweet button, changing his patterns and angles to surprise her, and every so often his tongue leapt down to her cunt to drink up all the nectar gathered there. This was the power of the bond, he thought, swallowing her up and feeling his cock grow ever harder. She tasted like everything he’d ever craved. His control fractured as he drank more and more, as she squirmed and her gasps morphed into reluctant moans, but Kargorr gripped tight to the remains of it.

How he needed his cock inside her. How he longed for nothing but to reunite with hisyapiraand remind her how he could make her sing. Instead, he slipped his tongue down and pressed it into her hot cavern, and she let out an unwilling cry.

Instead of fucking her with his cock, he fucked her with his mouth, and it was better than any dessert. Now he shifted between her two tender places, lavishing attention on each, and her moans rose steadily higher and higher. He knew she needed more, but he held her there, languidly wandering his path, never speeding or slowing in his torment. Soon Cedar was grinding her hips into his face, her legs tensing over the hooks of his elbows.

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