Page 53 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

This time, when he squeezed my breast, I moaned in surrender, rocking atop him,needinghim.

“Ye’re so responsive,” he murmured, shifting his touch to light caresses, as if soothing my skin. “Such a good little pet, hmm? Just for me?”

“Only for you, Vartok,” I whispered, allowing my head to tip back against his shoulder. “All for you.”

“Aye, I ken it.” He kissed my temple, then my neck. “Touch yerself.”

I lifted my hands to my breasts, cover his, squeezing, and his chest rumbled.

“Nay, no’ yer tits. Those aremine. Lift yer skirts, my little fookable human, and touch yerself. Tell me how wet ye are.”

Oh God. ‘Twas humiliating. ‘Twas obscene, to consider doing this atop of a horse.

Of course I scrambled to obey.

Despite the cold air prickling my skin—or maybe because of it—I was shivering with desire by the time I got my skirts up and out of the way. My cloak fell over both of our legs, but I could feel Vartok’s cock throbbing against my arse, and the anticipation made me moan again.

“Pet,” he warned sternly, “I told ye to touch yerself. Stroke yer cunny for me.”

I did, and shuddered at the sensation.

“How wet are ye?” he growled in my ear, his tone brooking no argument.

“Sowet,” I murmured. “So wet for you.”

“For me?”

“All for you. Always for you,” I moaned, sliding two fingers into my core and cupping myself, the way he’d taught me. I could feel him watching me, his gaze tipped down between my breasts to where my hand disappeared under my skirts. I decided to give him a show by sliding my fingers in and out.

“So ready for your cock.”

With a sudden snarl, he released my breast and dropped his hand to my cunny. I thought he might have claimed it with one of his thick fingers, but instead, he wrapped them around my wrist and yanked my hand from my core. My breath caught at the abrupt savagery, and when he pulled my hand over my head so he could suck my fingers into his mouth, I whimpered with need.

“Good girl,” he rasped, between thrusting his tongue over my fingers. “Ye taste like ye’re ready for me.”

I was, but…we still rode. Swallowing, I shifted again, causing his cock to slide under my bunched skirts. ‘Twas all the encouragement he needed. Vartok dropped my hand and reached between us.

When I realized what he intended, I sucked in a worriedbreath and grabbed the horse’s mane to steady myself. Did he really think…?

Oh God, he did.

His ridges slid along my wetness, making me moan. I braced my boots against his feet and lifted my weight so my core could squeeze him.

“Such a perfect little pet,” he crooned as he positioned his cock at my entrance. “Are ye ready to come for me?”

I wanted this, I wanted him. but…atop a horse? Amovinghorse?

As if he could sense my concerns, Vartok clucked at the animal. Not to make it halt, but to increase its speed. The horse began to trot, and the harsh motion threw me backward, into Vartok.

Onto Vartok’s cock.

I slammed backward, and he caught me. My squeak of surprise turned into a moan of bliss as I climaxed immediately. This little trick of orc bodies was normally a blessing, but today I was too concerned about our safety to fully enjoy it.

As my cunny spasmed around him and I struggled to breathe through my orgasm, the horse continued to trot, its jolting motions slamming me up and down in Vartok’s lap.

He wrapped one arm around me and shifted me into a better position to take his cock. I was almost kneeling now—my fingers gripping the horse’s mane so tightly the animal was surely confused by the mixed signals—whimpering with confusion and pleasure and concern.

And through it all, the animal’s movements, combined with Vartok’s thrusts, had his cock slamming into me harder and deeper than he’d ever taken me before.

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