Page 31 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

The way she clung to me told me that she couldn’t touch, and I grinned. Because my feet were braced against the pebbly bottom and this meant she would have to rely on me.

“Vartok?” her voice was a bit higher than normal. “What are we?—”

“Hush, my pretty little human. I’m about to teach ye.”

“Teach me?” she bleated, one arm around my neck to hold herself afloat.

“Aye,” I drawled, running my hands up her bare side and pulling her flush against me. “Yer body is full of spots that can bring ye pleasure. What are they?”

She seemed distracted—hopefully by my roving caresses—when she stuttered, “M-my breasts?”

I hummed, pretending to consider her words. My hands skimmed across her back, then one locked onto the base of her neck as the other palm pressed against her side.

“Yer tits, aye. Say it.”

Myra sounded breathless. “My tits.”

“Good lass.”

I moved my palm and couldn’t help my groan as I finally—finally!—cupped her bare breast. ‘Twas small, small enough it didn’t even float in the pool, but perfect. I caught her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tugged, pulling a needy moan from her lips.

I almost regretted that her cunny was underwater, so I couldn’t smell her arousal.Soon, I promised myself. Soon I would taste her.

As I tugged on her nipple, I squeezed the back of her neck, reminding her who was in command here, then skimmed my touch down her back.

“Where else is sensitive, my pretty little human?”

She wriggled against me, sending waves through the pool, and I could feel her thighs pressing together.

“My…you know.”

“Yer cunny, Myra,” I rumbled. “Say it.”

She hesitated only a moment. “M-my cunny.”

“What about it?”

“’Tis sensitive.”

“Aye,” I drawled. My hand cupped her arse, lifting her. She spread her legs, wrapping them around my waist as I wanted.

“Good girl.”

She whimpered as my cock was squeezed between our bodies, and it felt so fooking good I saw stars for a moment. MyKteerwas howling for me toTake Claim Lick Lovebut I fought down my baser instincts to focus on the way she squirmed in my hold, wriggling against me.

Despite the water surrounding us, I could feel how wet her warm little cunny was, pressing against my ballocks. I dropped her breast so I could grab her arse with both hands, lifting her along my cock. Her lips spread around my length, welcoming me in the most delicious way, and I loved the way she shuddered and moaned against me.

“Aye, yer cunnyissensitive, my pretty little human. But ‘tis no’ the only place ye like to be touched.”

Since I was holding her arse, I spread her cheeks further and allowed one of my claws to slide out just slightly, pressing near her hole. She jerked against my grip, pulling herself even closer before arching her back, so her arse thrust into my hands. Her startled breath told me she hadn’t expected to be so aroused by that touch, and I couldn’t help my chuckle.

“And of course…” With her still rocking against my cock, I lifted her slightly to be able to drop my lips to her throat, scraping my tusk along her delicate skin. When Myra tipped her head to one side, offering me access to the side of her neck, I showed her exactly how sensitive her ear could be.

“Vartok,” she moaned, squirming against me, as I caressed her, illustrating all the places I knew would bring her pleasure. “How—I want…”

“I ken ye do, my wee plaything. But ye have to say it.”

“I want…” Her words dissolved into a groan as she lifted herself to slide her cunny along my length.

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