Page 42 of First Comes Orc, Second Comes Baby
“If you didn't want me to own you, you wouldn't have let me fuck you without a condom,” Brahnt said, his mouth roving up and down her neck, tusks gently scraping her skin as he paused to bite or suckle. To leave bruises. Marks that would tell anyone who saw them that she was claimed.
“I know I overwhelmed you at first, so I let you run.” Brahnt slid his fingers in deeper, and Charlotte moaned. “That's right, moan for me, baby. I give you a long leash, don't I? But this OnlyFans is a hard no for me.” Brahnt withdrew his fingers and she listened as pants unbuckled, unzipped, and then the head of her Orc’s cock nudged against her entrance. “I won't tolerate it.”
Brahnt slid in and Charlotte cried out, pushing her ass against his groin, wanting the Orc to go in deep, hard. Brahnt gripped her around the hips, then let go.
He pounded Charlotte into the door, growling, his own gasps of pleasure harsh in her ear.
Then he dug his fingers in her hair, yanking her head back. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me I'm enough for you. You don't need all this other bullshit.”
“I’m yours,” Charlotte gasped. “Oh, fuck. Harder, Brahnt. Fuck, yes.”
He tightened his fingers in her hair as he pistoned his hips in and out of her. “And?”
“You're. . .all I need. Fuck—yes, god, damn you.”
She came in a rush and a moment later Brahnt followed, shouting, filling Charlotte's pussy with hot milky seed.
“You'll remember what you said once we're in our right minds again,” Brahnt rasped, withdrawing.
He slid an arm around Charlotte's waist, half dragged her to the living room couch, and flung her down.
* * *
Charlotte’s smartphone lit up around 2 AM. She squinted, rolled over, and grabbed it.
Noticed your OnlyFans is down. Orc tapped dat ass didn’t he
Fuck you very much Caro
Yeah, no. Incest ain’t my kink lmfao
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“Fuck,Charlotte, I could drive a dump truck through your shit timing!” Arthur stormed back to his barre.
Charlotte grimaced, rubbing her face. “I'm sorry. I'm off my game today.”
Four months pregnant and her symptoms kept getting worse instead of subsiding like that book assured her.
The ballet mistress took her aside. “It's not only today, Charlotte. You've been off all week. What's going on? We’re trying to not have an injury this soon in rehearsals.”
It was a nice way to warn her to stop fucking up or else.
She leaned against the wall, stretching, then sighed and slid down into a sitting position. “I'm pregnant.”
The mistress’s eyes widened. “Congrats.” She pursed her lips. “Charlotte.”
“I know.”
The company didn't allow pregnant dancers, not past a certain stage of gestation. With medical clearance technically an individual could dance or engage in whatever activity they had prior to pregnancy, but this wasn't a hobby. She could cost someone their career if a moment of dizziness had her messing up a lift. Like it almost had a minute ago.
Mistress put a hand on her shoulder. “Was it an accident?”
“One night stand gone gloriously wrong.”
“I'm sorry to hear that.”
She shook her head. “No, it's fine. The father and I are together. It's a good relationship. He's standing by me. But no, we didn't intend to get pregnant right away.” At least Charlotte hadn’t. Brahnt was still suspect. “I mean, rehearsals just started.”
