Page 70 of The Orc's Rage

The cat understood this new word,friends, which meant his siblings and the other cats in the snowfield, and he was happy to leave and join them to play.

Then Lord Kargorr took another step closer, and another, his sheer, feral intensity pouring off his skin in waves.

“Cedar,” he rumbled, low in his throat, as if it were choking him. He seized her waist in one hand, while the other reached along her cheek to bury his fingers in her hair. Cedar gasped as he jerked her toward him, crushing her much smaller body against his huge, unyielding one.

He did not kiss her. He did not tear off her clothes. No, Lord Kargorr held her, enveloped her, clutching her as close as he could while he inhaled deeply at the base of her throat. She realized then that the arms he held her with were shivering, shaking, and so she wrapped her own arms as far around him as she could and squeezed him.

This was a different Kargorr than the one who had left her. This one was so desperate that he couldn’t tuck it away inside, couldn’t hide it behind hardness or cruelty.

Then, abruptly, Cedar was lying on her back on the furs, and he was on top of her, those red-rimmed eyes burrowing into deep into hers, as if he could read her needs off the fabric of her soul. He crawled down her body and snatched the hem of her tunic in his teeth, using them to peel it back and reveal her belly.

“There,” he murmured, sitting back so he could admire her. That’s what he was doing, as a smile crawled across his unpracticed mouth. “My woman and my orcling.”

He nodded, like he was agreeing with himself, like he was pleased at this outcome. Then he tugged on the laces of her pants, and Cedar helped him to kick them off.

She would not play coy. She would not hold herself back from taking what she wanted, what she’d been hungering for since he left. Perhaps she had not forgiven him, but she had allowed the flame to sprout anew in a different place. Here the tinder was even more ripe, more full of life-giving air, and when Kargorr braced himself between her thighs and spread them apart, she allowed the fire to consume her.

He reached down, dragging his finger from her protruding belly button to her mound, where he hovered for a moment before cursing to himself. He sat up and bit off the tip of his sharp claw, hastily filing it down on his tusk. He was muttering to himself in Orcish, something almost like a prayer as he got the tip dulled and returned to that warm, clenching place between her legs.

That finger skated over her lower lips, pausing to spread them, and Kargorr leaned down and breathed in deeply. Then came a low, throaty groan, as he dipped his finger into her, wetting it, before dragging it back up to her sensitive bead. He rubbed it in a way he never had before, just teasing it, circling it and flicking over the tip with small, precise movements.

Cedar had never felt anything like it. Her hips jerked involuntarily, and her cunt seized. With a hearty chuckle, Kargorr slid downward again, and tested the slit between her legs.

Then he dove down and devoured her.

Cedar cried out as that thick, black tongue of his lanced out, dragging up and over her clit, then across and down and every which way, while his finger worked its way inside her. She had touched herself while he was gone but had not taken an object, and now she felt small and tight around him.

As if he had just realized the same thing, Lord Kargorr snarled with barely contained desire. He began to pump his hand, fucking her hard with it while he ravaged her with his tongue, pausing occasionally to scrape his teeth over her swollen lower lips.

Soon, Cedar was high in the sky, above the tent, swaying and whirling with each lap he made, until she suddenly reached the sun and burst open. Her cry was high pitched as something unleashed inside her, and a rush of hot, wet liquid ran down onto the furs. She gasped and tried to wriggle away, but Lord Kargorr gripped her hips hard, pushing her back down to the bed as he thoroughly cleaned her.

She didn’t realize her eyes had rolled back in her head as she shivered and shook with the force of whatever witchcraft he had visited upon her, until a shadow rose high above her, and something even warmer, even broader and softer than a finger swept through all that wetness. A moan escaped her as it pushed in, and she found Kargorr kneeling between her thighs, his great shape blotting out the dim lamplight. His eyes were intent on the place their bodies joined, his mouth open to reveal gritted teeth.

“Cedar,” he ground out in a threatening voice. “I cannot promise I will not be rough with you.” Even more of him slid into her, and though it shocked her body at first, it seemed to remember him and parted for him. More of that slick crown fit into her, and then came the shaft, all in one long stroke. Lord Kargorr groaned, toppling forward onto one arm so now his face was only inches from hers.

As he snapped his hips back, and then surged into her again, he attacked her mouth in a bruising kiss. He swallowed up her cry as he sunk deep, burying that thick, pulsing cock as far as he could, until those lumps at the base of him hinted at what would come. But she was still so tight, unpracticed at taking him after so much time apart.

But she could see in his eyes, could feel in the way his teeth ran over her lip, that would not last for long.

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Kargorr

How slick she was, how perfect clenching around him this way, welcoming him in while squeezing and milking and suffocating him—it was almost beyond comprehending.

When he had arrived, he had barely managed to hand off Liga to one of the younger warriors before he stalked into the camp looking for Cedar. He would give her no reason to run from him. He would hold her and find solace again in her warm depths.

He had been gone too long, though, and her body had to stretch to accommodate him. But oh, how he would remind her of his size and shape, and she would remember.

Kargorr’s body was determined to take hisyapira, to invade her fully, to claim her and roar to the sky how she was his. But she wasn’t, not yet. She would have to admit it first.

His blood howled in his veins as he pumped his hips faster, all his muscles tensing as he drove into her. Her belly had grown while he was gone, and now it was rounded with him, his orcling warm and small inside. His eyes rolled back in his head as he drowned himself in her again and again, hissargaseeking her with one gentle push after another. Cedar’s perfect pink-brown lips parted as he began to wedge himself inside her, squeezing in one stroke at a time. She opened for him, and eagerly, without hesitation, Lord Kargorr fully sheathed himself in her small body.

A roar was pulled from his lips as Cedar’s heels dug into his back, as her body seized, as her breasts bounced and at last, he found his way back to his place inside her.

But the last threads of his control were worn through, and he snapped apart. He plunged into her, then reeled his hips back to suck hissargafree from her, only to shove back in again roughly. She screamed a throaty scream, and so he plowed her spread, swollen cunt until she was writhing and her soft channel was fluttering. They danced on the edge of a sharp blade, almost teetering off the side.

Then she broke. He loved that he could make Cedar break this way, her chest arching and her fingers gripping his arms like claws. All her marvelous squeezing took him easily off the edge, dragging him down with her. His swollensargawere trapped now, and Kargorr thrust once more before he finally followed her into oblivion.

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