Page 69 of Steve's Barmaid
I couldn’t ignore how amazing it felt to have my cock slide up and down between her oiled skin. I tentatively thrust into her the same I would her cunt. It felt different, but I had zero complaints. I slid in and out again, this time going a bit further, with my knot brushing along the undersides of her breasts. It wasn’t long before I was thrusting up and down with vigor, my knot blissfully reaching further and further with each thrust.
Billie watched me with a pleased grin on her face while she fondled her nipples. Then, it was time for another surprise. This time, as I thrust forward, Billie dipped her chin down and licked my leaking tip before I pulled back. I gasped. Billie looked very pleased with herself.
“Is this something that humans do with each other?” I asked.
“Is it something you want to do with me?” she asked.
I nodded vigorously.
“Then it doesn’t matter what humans do. It’s just you and me from now on, babe.”
Thinking of it being just the two of us forever was heady and overwhelming. I wanted all of Billie. I thrust again, and this time she took the entire head of my cock into her mouth and sucked down on it before releasing me. She repeated this again andagain as I slid up and down her until I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt my balls tighten and tingle at the base of my spine as I hurtled toward completion. As my cock started to thicken even more, Billie pulled the tip of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and the underside of the head. I couldn’t even warn Billie as I unleashed rope after rope of thick cum into her mouth, but she drank it down, continuing to suck me until she could take no more, releasing me to finish coming across her chest.
I leaned back to see Billie, my Billie, my Elska mate, covered in my shimmering cum, smiling up at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this happiness, but I would take it and hang onto it with all I had. I peppered kisses down the side of Billie’s face, nipping on the lobe of her ear.
BILLIE
Steve scooped me up and carried me to the hot springs from the bed. I could really get used to being carried around by my giant orc mate. He made me feel positively dainty. He walked into thesprings carefully, finding his footing as he went. As we neared the pool’s center, we were in water up to his chest, and I was almost completely submerged in his arms. He gently sent me down. It took me a minute to find my feet, realizing if I wanted to keep my head above water, I would have to stand on my tiptoes.
The spring was delightfully warm, with a light cloud of steam shrouding the air around it in an almost magical mist. I trod water over to the pool’s edge, sampling the different bottles and potions neatly lined up next to a stack of fluffy towels. I picked up a light pink one and popped it open. It smelled almost like jasmine. Wondering what it would do, I poured some of it into the water. I gasped as the water immediately started to bubble up—spreading quickly.
“Steve!” I called.
By the time he looked at me, I was completely surrounded by bubbles. This was like a bubble bath on crack. The bubbles just kept growing. I started giggling, and Steve let out a booming laugh as he waded over toward me.
“Did you dump the whole bottle in?” He continued to laugh.
“No!” I said indignantly. “Just a few drops!”
“Well, it smells amazing, but I can’t say that I am a fan,” he said, brow cocked.
“What do you have against bubble baths?” I laughed, scooping up bobbles with both hands and blowing them toward him.
“It’s not that I dislike the bubbles. It is that they block my view of your beautiful body.”
Well, now I was going to melt into a puddle of goo. I looked down to see my body was, indeed, completely blocked from Steve’s view.
“You have a lifetime of seeing all of me to look forward to,” I assured him as I swam over.
I took some more bubbles into my hands and started soaping up and down Steve’s arms, enjoying the feeling of his corded muscles. I stroked my hands up, rubbing the soap across his collarbone and down his powerful pectoral muscles, and I felt goosebumps rising on his skin as I touched him. Then I worked my way down his stomach, working the soap in circles, admiring his green skin.
Steve cleared his throat as I shifted to massaging soap down his stomach. “Um, can I clean you while you clean me?”
“I would love that,” I said, not taking my eyes off his chest.
Steve scooped up some of the magical bubbles and started massaging the soap into my shoulders. As his fingers pressed into my muscles, I moaned. He wasn’t just washing me. He was massaging me. He kneaded my shoulders gently, utterly distracting me from cleaning his stomach. I let my arms fall to my sides as he worked each shoulder gently. Steve took a step closer so he could massage up my neck, and I felt his erection prod into my stomach. Steve said nothing, still attending to my sore muscles.
“Your ringlets frame your face beautifully in the damp air,” he whispered into my ear as he slid his hands down from my neck to my tits.
I blushed. Growing up, I hated my curly hair, straightening it within an inch of its life during my emo phase of the early 2010s, but I had grown to love it as an adult. It was wild and untamed, and I liked that it reflected that part of me. The idea that Steve liked it made warmth pool in my belly.
“Thank you,” I responded, trying to get back to washing Steve’s stomach.
But now he was plucking at my nipples, gently pinching them, his erection growing much more insistent. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Steve hoisted me up even higher, so he could take a nipple into his mouth, licking and suckingit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his cock pressed between us. We were not going to finish this bath. Steve drew on one of my nipples while working the other between his thumb and forefinger. It wasn’t long before I was panting. I wanted him. I had never wanted someone this often and this badly. I reached in between us and pumped his cock up and down, marveling at his girth and texture. This cock wasmine,and I had so many plans for it.
I shifted myself up higher in the water so I could stroke Steve’s cockhead up and down my slit. “Can we—how do you want to?” I asked, my mind muddled with need.
“There’s a built-in seat around the edge of the pool,” Steve said, pausing the gentle tugs he’d been giving my nipple with his teeth.
