Page 93 of Halfling
“How wet?” he demanded.
“As much as you can.”
A challenge if he ever heard one. And he’d never fail her, his female—never.
With a snarl, Orek sat back on his heels and dragged Sorcha with him, splaying her thighs over his. She made a choked sound when his cock pulsed, caught and cushioned between the cheeks of her backside. Orek shuddered at her warm flesh surrounding him and drew a ragged breath to keep himself from bucking against her.
His cock had been throbbing and leaking seed since he’d carried her from the pool; he could ignore it a little longer.
One arm looped under her knee, and he rested that hand on her hip. The sight of his green skin against hers sent a buzzing thrill through him, and he used his thumbs to open her entirely to his hungry gaze.
Orek explored his female, running his fingers up and down her slick slit. He hissed when his middle finger dipped inside, finding the heated entrance of her body and source of that delicious musk. A surprised huff punched through him when her body contracted around the tip of his finger, as if to draw him inside.
More seed trickled down her back.
At the top of her cunt, his fingers found a little pearl of flesh, hooded and rosy. He ran the pads of his fingers over it, and Sorcha nearly jumped upright when his calluses rasped against the slick nub.
“Feels good here?”
“Sogood,” she moaned.
He watched in amazement as she began to writhe beneath him while he played with that nub. He had to use his other hand at her hip to keep her down. Soon, he learned a rhythm she liked, circling the bud with a fingertip, working her up until she trembled, and then skating his finger across the hood.
She keened and mewled and made many more sounds Orek was hungry to hear again. At some point he was aware that he’d come himself, cock nestled between her soft flesh and his thigh, but he was too engrossed in her to care.
His palm was soaked with her wetness as he traced and played with her. Her stomach clenched, and she bared her teeth at him.
“What do you need?” he rasped, voice gone to gravel.
“More,” she pleaded, head thrashing against the furs. “Fingers, need your fingers.”
Choking on a growl, Orek slid his fingers down to her opening. Teasing one around the rim, he watched in awe as he disappeared inside her. After initial resistance from a ring of muscle, his finger slid inside to the first knuckle.
Sorcha bucked and wailed, “Fingers, fingers, fingers…”
Deny her nothing.
Working her nub with his thumb, he eased his finger further inside with gentle strokes, pushing a little deeper with every thrust. He shuddered when her body clasped him tight, mind going blank at how hot and slick she was.
Her cunt made wet, obscene sounds as her hips met his hand, rolling with gaining speed. Another moan tore from her throat, and she demanded more.
Growling, Orek eased another finger inside. He didn’t know how, didn’t think she could take it, but the sight of her split open by his hand made him roar.
Sorcha’s rang out beside it, and he felt her seize in his hands. Head thrown back, her legs clamped against his flanks as her hips rolled and rolled, seeking friction. Orek pressed his thumb to her nub, never letting up, making her feel every shred of pleasure he could give her.
With a groan, she went boneless in the furs, chest heaving.
Gratified but more than a little stunned, Orek gently withdrew his fingers. A gush of wetness came with them, releasing another punch of her scent. He couldn’t help sucking his fingers into his mouth to taste her.
She burst upon his tongue, wiping all thoughts from his mind except that he needed more of her.Now.
“Mmm, I think I’ve changed my mind about sweet things,” he rumbled, and then ran his lips and tongue over her like she was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, like he wanted todevourher. Because she was, and he did.
Sorcha yelped, thighs squeezing his head. He could hear his rush of blood and her pulse at his ear, driving him deeper.
He licked and sucked and tasted, swirling his tongue around her nub and lapping it through her slick. Sorcha’s hands clutched at his head, and she gasped deliciously when he rumbled in pleasure. He did it again, set his lips at her nub and purred, and she gushed for him.
Fates, he could live on her forever. Wanted to, wanted only to gorge on her and stay like this for all his days.
