Page 64 of The Orc's Rage

He slid one finger between the swollen petals of her sex, up and down, spreading that delicious moisture everywhere. His mouth watered at the memory of how she tasted, and at least that was one desire he didn’t need to squash.

Swiftly, Kargorr kissed down her stomach, over her mound, to her pink, shiny cunt. He shoved down the painful ache growing in his groin and focused all his attention on her, on kissing over each of her lower lips, until she was wriggling and whining with her desperation.

At last, he brushed her small nub with his tongue, and the high, tortured sound that tumbled from her mouth was the prize for his patience. He treated it as he had her breasts, circling it slowly, refusing to touch the sensitive tip just yet. She shivered with each pass, and he was gratified by her hand finding its way into his hair, urging him on. Her taste was better than any cut of meat, any ripe fruit, sweet and salty and full of her desire. He couldn’t help ducking down to lick up her juice, rolling it around in his mouth until he was satisfied and swallowed it. When he drew away, he found her small cunt opening and closing, narrowing into a small point as she swelled inside. How neatly his cock would fit there, how wonderfully she would squeeze him.

With the utmost gentleness, he lifted one finger to it and mapped out the edges, then slowly eased it inside her. This time her moan was big and full, the perfect music, and he rewarded her by brushing his tongue over the tender tip of her button.

“Please,” Cedar murmured, her hand curling in his hair, pushing him closer. Kargorr could not deny hisyapira, and so he gave in, latching onto her like an orcling to its mother, driving his finger deeper into that hot cunt. Her pelvis rose to greet him, and he sucked once again, burying his mouth in her.

What surprised him most was, as he pumped his hand and flicked his tongue, how easily she met her finish. She gasped and tightened around him, her heels digging into his back as he curled one finger inside her and dragged it along the textured ceiling of her cavern. He nursed her pleasure out of her, pushing her higher and higher, only to bring her back down to the ground again.

His meal wasn’t over. He still had so much to give, so much to devour, and neither of them would sleep until they were both full and drowsy with their satisfaction.

Sitting back, Kargorr wiped his mouth and gazed down at her, this perfect human woman he had found.

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Cedar

What was it that gave him such power over her? How did he know precisely how to please her, where to touch her, in order to drive her off the edge of a cliff and into the vast nothingness down below?

It rattled her just how much searing bliss he could dole out. He worked her body like he was a master craftsman and she was little more than soft wood under his hands. How she wanted to be shaped, to be carved out and then filled with him, and the violent force of that need frightened her.

Lord Kargorr’s dark green cock was enormous now, the head emerging from the skin. A thick vein pulsed along the shaft, and white fluid drizzled from the slotted tip. How he craved her, too, though he kept a tight rein on himself. At this moment, red glinted at the edges of his eyes, and she thought that taut rope of control was snapping one thread at a time.

“Little deer,” he murmured, sliding his finger free with a slurping noise. He dragged it up through her folds, over her supremely tender clit, and she writhed under him. “Will you let me in?”

Cedar blinked up at him. He had neverasked, simply taken. Those eyes were intense, brows sharp over them, as he stroked himself with his other hand. His great belly heaved as he awaited her answer, his knees keeping her legs spread wide and open for him.

Of course she wanted nothing more. She didn’t just need him—she would, most certainly, perish if she couldn’t have him inside her again. But the hurt was sharp and crystalline, shaped into a dagger that was still plunged deep into her heart.

Yet, she ached. She craved. Her body pleaded for reunion and for release.

What if it couldn’t be fixed, but created new again? Perhaps she had to throw away this older version of herself and make a fresh one that could be with him. Otherwise, she might never have peace.

So Cedar nodded and spread her thighs further apart, her heart a skittering drum in her chest.

“Yes,” she said. “Come in.”

Kargorr snarled low in his throat, then fisted his cock even harder. Curling one hand under her, he drew her leg up over his hip to grant him access, and the ferocity in his eyes made her shudder. Never once did his gaze leave hers as he dragged his cock over her sensitive center, up to her shy bud and then down again, until that fat, wide, mushroom head was squeezing into her.

Cedar had forgotten how big he was, how his heavy, swollen cock had to force its way inside her. She was still tender from her climax and oh, how her body rioted in the most glorious way as he spread her wide for himself.

Then Kargorr paused and slowly pulled his fat cock back out. Cedar whimpered, because all she wanted, all sheneeded, was for him to finish what he’d begun. His lower lip curled as he pushed back in a second time, his thoroughly slick cockhead gliding through. Just that shadow of what he would feel like soon, buried in her, dragged a moan from her mouth.

“Is that what you like, little deer?” he asked, barely contained within her. He lowered himself on one elbow until she could feel his breath on her face. Her eyes traced the whitish skin of the scar that split his brow, cut jagged over the bridge of his nose, across his cheek to the groove in his tusk.

“Y-yes,” she managed as he withdrew once more, leaving her empty, only to push her open again. “Yes, it... it...” As he moved faster, one short, shallow stroke after another, her words broke off. She whimpered and whined, her head thrown back, her legs winding around his hips. If he didn’t take her soon, all of her, she might just burst into flames.

“More,” she finally cried, raising blazing eyes to his. Cedar didn’t miss the smirk that crossed his face as he obeyed, slipping in even deeper, demanding that she give to him. And give she did, welcoming him inside her, to the place where even she knew he belonged.

Still Kargorr toyed with her, venturing farther before retreating, then farther again. Each stroke he claimed more of her, somehow dousing her flames and nursing them even brighter at the same time. His hand crept up to her breast, taking on the weight of it as he thrust at a steady, rhythmic speed, still only teasing her with a fraction of what she knew he could offer. Despite the whirlwind that threatened to lift her off the ground and hurl her away, Cedar held Kargorr’s steady gaze, daring him and begging him to give her everything. He plucked her nipple, then soothed it with his palm, and Cedar found her hips jerking, her voice coming out a pathetic whine as her body hungered to be filled.

“Myyapira,” he said, voice husky as his hand slid up her chest to her cheek. There he cupped it around her ear, holding her firm and soft underneath him. Leaning down, Kargorr paused with his lips only inches from hers. “Say that you are mine.”

The words almost tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them, as desperate as she was to have it all. Once upon a time, he had asked this of her—demanded that she submit to him, and she never had, even as he drowned her in her ecstasy.

“No.” She wanted the word to come out stronger, but she was steeped in the fullness he brought her, and the completeness he promised her. “No, I’m not.”

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