Page 64 of The War God's Woman

My private lodge—or the chieftain’s quarters—is a space that once felt burdened by duty. Tonight, it glows with a different energy: woven furs laid carefully across the stone floor, a brazier casting soft amber light. A small arrangement of orcish wildflowers decorates a table in the corner, an unexpected gesture from who knew which clan member wanting to celebrate our union. The air holds the faint smell of incense, reminiscent of the War God’s temple but gentler, an echo of acceptance rather than trial.

We step inside, closing the heavy door behind us. The muffled roar of feasting orcs lingers beyond the walls. Inside, it is just the two of us— no illusions, no sabotage, only the bond we fought so hard to create.

I turn to Lirienne, heart thudding. In the quiet hush of the room, the noise from the courtyard diminishes into a distant pulse. My eyes roam over her ceremonial attire, the embroidered vest hugging her form, the belt highlighting her waist. She returns my gaze, cheeks flushed.

“We made it,” she whispers, tears shimmering. “They accept us.”

I place my hands gently on her shoulders, my own breath uneven. “Yes,” I rasp. “And I owe it all to your courage, your refusal to yield even when illusions convinced them you were a curse.”

She lets out a shaky laugh. “I had you,” she says softly, pressing her palm to my chest. “You believed in me even when the clan didn’t.”

We stand like that for a moment, foreheads close, the heat of our bodies mingling with the brazier’s gentle warmth. I close my eyes, inhaling the faint smell of her hair, recalling every frantic moment of our journey: her trembling but unbroken stance when they accused her, the desperate confrontation in the WarGod’s temple, the final sign that bound us irrevocably. Now we can share this union in joy, not fear.

Slowly, I reach for the clasps of her vest, unfastening them with care. She lifts her chin, lips parted, no trace of hesitation. Our first joining was spurred by desperation, a primal clash of need after illusions and sabotage threatened to tear us apart. The second time, in the aftermath of a monstrous ambush, was an affirmation of trust. Tonight, it is a culmination of our entire journey—a celebration of the hope we carved from chaos.

Her fingers find the buckles of my own ceremonial harness, carefully slipping them free. Each piece of leather falls away, revealing old scars across my green skin, marks from countless battles. She traces a line across one scar, eyes glimmering with tenderness. My breath catches. No illusions remain—only genuine affection, built on all we’ve endured.

We sink onto the furs like we’ve been waiting our whole lives for this moment. No war drums. No poisoned wells. No suspicious glares. Just the flicker of torchlight catching on bronze-tinted skin and silver-threaded hair, the low hum of crackling fire, and the slow, reverent thud of my heart as I watch Lirienne look at me like I am both weapon and sanctuary.

Her lips brush mine—featherlight, tasting of joy and something sacred. “I never imagined we’d get here,” she whispers, her voice rough with emotion. “Not like this. Not with peace.”

I cradle her jaw in my hand, my thumb stroking the high curve of her cheekbone. “You made this peace, Lirienne,” I murmur. “You gave them a reason to believe in something greater than fear.”

Her eyes shimmer in the brazier’s glow. “I only believed in you.”

A quiet growl rumbles in my chest as I drag my tusks gently along the line of her jaw, coaxing a shiver from her. My bodyaches to possess her, but not with haste. Not this time. I want her to feel worshipped, wanted, safe enough to lose herself without a single sliver of fear.

I begin with her collarbone, kissing a path down the hollow of her throat. She tilts her head back, giving me access, her fingers already threading into the cords of my hair. “Ghorzag,” she breathes. My name on her lips still feels like a benediction.

I strip away the last of her ceremonial garb, piece by piece, fingers lingering at every tie, every fold of embroidered cloth. Each inch of exposed skin reveals more of the woman I fought for—not as a symbol, but as something feral and real. Her nipples pebble in the cool air, dusky and perfect. I run my thumb over one as she gasps, arching into my touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, voice thick. “You don’t know what it does to me… seeing you like this. Knowing you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she says, voice breathy. “Completely.”

I lower my head and take her nipple into my mouth, suckling gently while her hips writhe beneath me. She moans, legs spreading instinctively, welcoming me closer. Her scent floods my senses—sweet and slick, the smell of desire that’s already soaked through the crease of her thighs.

“Lie back,” I say roughly. She obeys without hesitation, trust in her every movement. I kiss my way down her ribs, across the soft swell of her belly, and finally between her thighs. I nudge them wider, watching as her pussy glistens in the warm light.

“You’re drenched,” I murmur, dragging a finger through her slick folds. “Do you know how much that turns me on?”

She shakes her head, breath ragged. “Touch me, Ghorzag… please.”

I lower my mouth to her pussy and lick a long, deliberate stripe up her center. Her whole body jolts. She cries out softly, and the sound goes straight to my cock, which throbs againstthe furs. I devour her slowly, tongue swirling around her clit, savoring every twitch, every helpless moan she gives me.

Her hands find my hair again, tugging with each gasp. “I can’t… gods, I’m so close?—”

“That’s it,” I growl against her, sliding two thick fingers inside her while I suck gently on her clit. “Come for me, bride. Let me taste it.”

She unravels with a gasp, thighs clamping around my head as she trembles through her climax. I hold her there, tongue easing her down, fingers moving in her until she whimpers from the sensitivity.

I pull back and crawl up her body, licking her release from my lips. “You’re perfect,” I rasp. “Every inch of you.”

Her hands fumble at the fastenings of my belt, desperate now. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I let her strip me bare, her fingers trembling as she reveals my cock, hard and heavy and already leaking.

She stares. “You’re so big… and you still amaze me everytime I see it.”

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