Page 12 of The Princess and the Orc

“You’ll be fine, princess. Now, come. Touch me.”

She scrambled to her knees, putting her at eye level with his groin. She reached for him and he took her hand, bringing her to grasp his cock. Her fingers could not fit around him and she brought her other hand to fully circle him. She stroked him slowly, using his fluid for lubricant.

“Harder. I won’t break,” he said gutturally.

She looked up at him through her lashes and did it again, harder with a twist. He groaned and let his head fall back. She began stroking and he let her explore, gritting his teeth at her touches while she grew more bold. He slid his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head, and pulling her forward.

“Suck me.”

Her eyes widened, and she resisted for a moment, but he was too strong, too firm. She leaned forward and licked the tip, her pink tongue darting out to sweep the tip, then her mouth opened.

“It tastes sweet.”

He swept a thumb along her cheek. “It’s different for everyone.”

What he didn’t tell her was that when his mate was fertile, his release became thicker, richer, and had a flavor unique to each orc and their mate. Nature’s way of ensuring their union bore strong offspring. She didn’t need to worry about that now. Subtly, he urged her closer, and she opened her mouth, sucking the tip in. He was too big for her to take all the way without training, but she did her best, fitting the tip in her mouth, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. She sucked, and he moved in and out, fucking her mouth gently. He massaged her jaw and throat, encouraging her to relax, and he moved further in with each motion.

Her eyes watered, but she kept sucking and trying to take him deeper. He took her hands and wrapped them around the shaft, and she took the hint, moving her hands and mouth a bit clumsily but finding a rhythm as he fucked her face, eventually hitting the back of her throat.

Tears streamed down her face and she watched him, her pupils blown with passion. “You’re so beautiful like this, on your knees for me, mate,” he grunted.

She made a noise, a hum that vibrated along his cock. His balls tightened as his release drew closer. It had been too long since he’d been with a female and his pretty little mate was too alluring, even in her inexperience.

“I’m going to come and you’ll swallow it all, understood? Or you’ll go to bed without an orgasm.”

She nodded, and he thrust a few more times before he came with a shout. His release shot into her mouth. Ropes of thick, creamy come that she struggled to swallow. He held himself inside of her until he finished. Some of his come spilled out of her mouth and he caught it with his finger, holding it out for her to lick. She cleaned his fingers eagerly, meeting his gaze for approval.

“Good girl. Are you ready for your reward?” She nodded, biting her lower lip. “Get on the bed, legs spread as wide as you can. Show me your pussy and how much you liked servicing me.”

She scrambled to her feet and raced to lie on the bed, legs splayed wide. Her pussy was coated in cream, swollen and red, ready for a climax. He considered toying with her, but she was already writhing on the bed, begging for relief.

He prowled to the bed, his cock already stirring to life, but he wasn’t going to claim Amalia. Not yet. But he’d give her some relief and enjoy her sweet pussy at the same time.

He grasped her ankles and tugged her to the edge of the bed, falling to his knees and spreading her legs further so he could fit between them. He opened her lower lips and stared at her glistening center, seeing the evidence of her arousal coating her deep pink pussy. Her nub was swollen and begging for his touch. He licked from her entrance to her clitoris and she arched her back off the bed with a cry.

He slapped her thigh. “Settle, mate, or I’ll stop.”

She whimpered and grasped the bedsheets, her muscles tense. He kissed her above her mound, then sucked her nub into his mouth, twisting his lips and sucking hard. She screamed and came hard, her release soaking his face. He slipped two fingers into her passage, rimming her opening to tease her and prolong her climax. Her legs closed around his shoulders, and she bucked against his face, riding him as he continued to lick, suck and stroke her through her climax and into another. He kept her coming until she finally collapsed boneless onto the bed.

He climbed onto the bed and pulled her under the covers, bringing her against his chest. She snuggled against him with a sleepy sigh. “Sleep, mate.”

“I like when you call me mate. Will you still be here when I wake?”

He kissed the top of her head. “I will be here.”

ChapterEight

Amalia swirled the wine in her goblet, watching the crimson liquid catch the light from the hundreds of candles illuminating the great hall. The wedding feast was in full swing, with musicians playing, nobles dancing, and servants weaving through the crowd with platters of food and drink. She should have been at the high table with Drogath, but she'd needed a moment away from the constant scrutiny. For a speedy wedding, plenty of the kingdom’s nobles had arrived to celebrate—or gawk. She wasn’t sure which it was, but considering the things she’d overheard, she leaned toward the latter.

“—can't believe the king allowed it,” came a woman's voice from behind a nearby pillar. “A common orc? In the royal family?”

“Did you see how he handled that roasted boar? Tore into it like a beast,” another voice added with a delicate shudder. “Poor Princess Amalia. To be bound to such a creature.”

“But he is a beast. I mean, he’s an orc,” the first woman whispered loudly, and the other giggled.

Amalia's fingers tightened on her goblet. These past few days had shown her a very different side of Drogath than the savage they imagined. She'd watched him bow respectfully to her father, discussing trade routes and border security with an understanding that had impressed even the most skeptical advisors. The castle guards, initially wary, now sought him out in the training yard, eager to learn his fighting techniques. Even the servants spoke well of him, noting how he always thanked them and remembered their names.

“But how can she possibly be queen now?” the first voice continued. “Who would accept a throne shared with a barbarian?”

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