Page 11 of The Princess and the Orc

She shivered in his arms. “Someone might hear.”

“Let them.” He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her soft moan. When he pulled back, her lips were swollen, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “Let them all know how thoroughly you're loved. How completely you're claimed.”

“Drogath.” His name was a plea on her lips.

He stepped back, enjoying how she swayed toward him, seeking his touch. “Come, mate. I think it's time we retired to our chambers for another lesson.”

She took his offered hand, twining their fingers together. “Lead the way, mate.”

ChapterSeven

The door slammed behind them and Drogath had her pinned to the door, his lips claiming hers in a deep kiss that left her breathless. A sharp tearing sound made her gasp, then her dress fluttered to the ground around her.

“Drogath! That was my favorite dress!”

“You won’t need it anymore. Not today.”

Before she could react, he lifted her with effortless strength and strode to the chair in front of the fire, settling into it, with her straddling his thickly muscled thighs. The motion sent her shift skimming higher, baring the smooth expanse of her legs and leaving her lower body dangerously exposed to his heated gaze. His large hands, calloused from battle, settled possessively on her hips, holding her firmly in place. The dark embers of desire burned in his dark eyes as he took in the sight of her, his deep rumble of approval sending a shiver through her core.

With another tug of his hands, the linen shift tore up the center and he tossed it off to the side, leaving her bare to his heated gaze. She shivered but didn’t cover herself, sitting proudly on his lap, her nipples pebbling in the cool air, his iron-hard cock pressing uncomfortably against the front of his breeches. She already knew from the previous evening that if she covered herself, he would only pin her arms to her side or behind her. While she loved his show of strength and being helpless in his arms, she wanted to retain some control.

He reached up and cupped both of her breasts, fondling them, and flicking his thumbs over the rigid peaks, his gaze firmly fixed on what he was doing. The calluses on his fingers rasped against her skin, the coarse texture against her soft skin sending shivers through her body. Her pussy flooded with heat, softening and growing damp with arousal. He chuckled and tweaked one of her peaks between two of his fingers.

“Like that, mate?”

She gasped and moaned at the sharp bite of pain. He only laughed again, then leaned forward and sucked a peak into his mouth, his tongue curling around the tip and tugging lightly, his tusks scraping the side of her breasts. She buried her fingers in his hair and held him close, letting her head fall forward, her auburn hair cascading around them.

He dragged his other hand down the front of her body, over the soft curve of her stomach, to delve between her splayed thighs. He stroked a long, thick finger through her wet folds, separating and toying with them, teasing her with his touch. She rocked against his hand, trying to maneuver him where she wanted him.

He spanked her on the ass once, a loud clap that shocked her into stillness but didn’t hurt, just stung, before a burning heat spread through her. Then she softened against him with a moan, her head falling onto his shoulder.

He chuckled again and peppered her ass with quick slaps until it was burning. She shifted restlessly against him, rocking against his hard cock, her arousal soaking the front of his breeches. He cupped her ass and held her in place.

“You’re not in charge of this, mate. I am in control of your pleasure,” he said sternly.

She looked into his hard gaze and swallowed hard, then nodded, trying to still the minute motions of her lower body silently begging for relief. He waited for a moment, then curved his fingers from the back, around to tuck against her slit, first brushing against her puckered hole, then stroking lower to her weeping entrance. He slid a thick finger in, stretching her until he reached the barrier of her virginity, pressing against it, then he added a second finger and a third to rim her entrance.

She moaned at the feeling of being so full and pressed down against him, begging for more. But he pulled his fingers out and sucked her juices off of them with a sound of satisfaction.

“I won’t be taking your maidenhead with my fingers, little princess. You’ll be claimed by my cock. And not tonight. Not yet.” He lifted her easily, setting her on her knees on the floor between his spread legs. “Now, for your next lesson.”

She stared up at him in confusion. “But what about…”

He smirked. “You thought you would get an orgasm? That depends on how well you do in your lesson.” He loosened his breeches and gestured to the bulge in his crotch. “Take me out.”

What did he want her to do? She had no idea what he was asking her for, but she was intrigued. She carefully reached for his soft leather pants and tugged at the material. But the laces would not give and she worried at her lower lip while she worked at the pants.

He sighed. “It won’t break. Take it out.”

She scowled and pulled hard. The laces gave, and she fell back on her sore ass. His cock sprang out from its confines, a deep green and swollen, with a plum shaped head, weeping fluid from its tip. She stared at it, her eyes wide and slightly horrified.

“There is no way that’s going in me. It’ll never fit.”

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Drogath didn’t even try to hide his smile at her horrified look. It had been a long time since he’d been with a virgin, especially a human virgin. Most human females had the same reaction when they saw an orc cock, whether or not they were virgins, though some of the more experienced females were eager to give orc cock a ride. Amalia was a virgin, and a sheltered one, it appeared, so he wasn’t surprised by her reaction. But she was a fiery female, and had taken quickly to his instruction and reacted well to his attentions. He had no doubt she would be a good mate for him.

And, he noted, she hadn’t run away at the sight of him. Her arousal hadn’t abated either, so she was intrigued despite herself. Her gaze was fixed on his cock and she licked her lips, belying her words.

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