Page 43 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

I did.

‘Twas my turn to touchhim. I did my best to mimic the way he’d touched me in the hot springs two nights ago; the soft caresses and the gentle scratches. I couldn’t tell if they affected him as I’d been affected, but touching himnow? ‘Twas almost as arousing as having him touch me.

And then I reached his cock.

Oh Lord, hiscock.

Vartok sucked in a breath when I wrapped my hands around it, marveling at its length. ‘Twas ridged, just as I’d heard from whispered giggles among my friends, but a darker green than the rest of his skin. As I dragged my palms over him, I imagined what ‘twould feel like, to have each of those ridges sliding into my core, and I shuddered.

I wanted that.

I wantedhim.

‘Twas not until he spoke that I realized I was bending forward, my lips parted…

“Myra, nay,” he rasped, his large hand coming to rest on the back of my neck. “Nay.”

I turned to look at him, pretending to pout. “But you have tastedme. I heard your seed is spicy, and I wish to judge for myself?—”

His groan interrupted me, as he flopped back against the pillows.

“We are here for yer education, aye, but more importantly: yerpleasure. Lass, if ye put yer mouth on me, I willnae last.”

“Well, that seems as if ‘tis ayouproblem.”

With a sudden growl, he reached for my ankles.

“’Tis a dangerous game ye play, my pretty little human, but I can play it too.” With that, he lifted me to his chest, settling me to…tokneelon him.

Since I was still holding onto his cock, I planted my other hand on his thigh and twisted to glare at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing with ye, pet,” he rumbled, right before he bent forward and licked my cunny, starting at my clitoris and ending—ohLord, ending at my arsehole. His tonguecircledmy arsehole, and I felt so filthy. Filthy and desirable.

I couldn’t hide my rush of arousal, not when ‘twas staring him right in the face, as ‘twere, and his low chuckle told me he knew it.

This time, when he licked me again, I didn’t bother hiding my moan ofneed, and leaned forward, thrusting my rear toward his mouth. He took full advantage, showing me how ‘twas possible to find pleasure fromthisangle as well.

I continued to stroke him, despite the awkward position, and even lowered my head to cautiously lick the head of his dark cock.

It tasted as good as Avaleen and Isadora and Verna had said.

My pleasure built as he licked and caressed and stroked me. I thought I might go mad from the necessity ofkeeping my legs spread for him, when I desperately ached to pressforwardagainst something. This was the most delicious torture…and it got better—or worse, depending—when Vartok reached between my thighs to tug on my nipple.

Forgetting my need to taste his cock, I let out a cry of pure ecstasy at the rough sensation and thrust myself backward. I fell from my knees, landing with my arseonhis face, and the way he growled his approval and grabbed my hips to hold me in place told me he wasn’t sorry.

When I realized I could now gyrate against him, and reach between my thighs to fondle myself, I didn’t regret it either.

My orgasm caught me by surprise.

I gasped, clamping my thighs around his cheeks and jerking in place as wave after wave of pure bliss spilled through my core and over his lips. He licked, he suckled, he stroked, all the while humming in approval.

I was panting as I collapsed against his chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, scraping his tusk against my arse cheek. “Ye’re a fast learner.”

My body still throbbed from my release, but I couldn’t ignore the way his long, ridged cock jutted upward in front of me. I grabbed it, pulling it toward my mouth, stroking as I went.

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