Page 10 of Orn and the Real Girl
I laughed, an embarrassing sound like a braying donkey. “No, honey,” I managed after a moment, tucking a lock of his dark hair behind a pointed green ear. “You didverywell.”
His lips quirked up in a small smile. “I thought I might have done something wrong. You sounded like a banshee on the moors.”
I laughed again, the sound more normal this time. “No, no, no—that’s how you know you’ve done everythingright.” I pulled him down, urging him to put more of his weight on me, because it felt amazing, and it helped ground me. “You’re amazing, Orn,” I whispered into his ear, and beneath the boneless satiation making me feel heavy and loose something sparked. “You fucked me so good, honey,” I purred, stroking up and down the long, firm line of his spine. “Now I want you to come. I want you to give me everything you have. Will you do that for me?”
His cock bucked inside me, his big body shuddering against mine. His head fell into the crook of my neck, his proud nosetaking in big lungfuls of my scent. He started to move again, and I heard only one word from him, a soft sigh: “Yes.”
It felt like I shouldn’t be able to come again, not so many times in a row, not after such an earth-shattering one, but the desperate, needy rhythm of Orn’s hips had something dredging itself up from the depths of me to try anyway. I gasped and moaned and panted in his ear, letting him know how good he felt, how well he was doing, because it felt right, to pepper such a tender man with tender words. His hands grasped my hips, guiding them into a new angle, and my vision blinked out for a moment, his thick, textured cock hitting something new and overwhelming the synapses in my brain.
He started to moan in my ear, the sound too sexy for words, and then his pace stuttered and grew uneven, and then he was slamming into mehard, something even thicker but blessedly smooth forcing its way into me, tearing a gasp from me. It burned, the stretch almost too much, but then he was shuddering and gasping and whimpering, holding me tight as hot seed bathed my insides. The heat soothed away the sting, allowing me to feel the steady throb as this new part of him inside me did whatever it did.
Whatever it was, it was hitting the sweet spot near my entrancejustright, wringing another orgasm from my exhausted body. It was weaker, more brief, but it felt good anyway, and I sank into the bed beneath me with a sigh.
Orn was still shuddering above me, his breaths ragged. His cock was still bucking, still emptying into me, though it felt like it had at least slowed down. It was going to be a huge mess when we parted.
It was going to be a huge mess when we parted.
Something about that thoughthurt, dug into my tender parts like a thorn. When Orn started to nuzzle and hold me, shifting us onto our sides with sweet care, everything that I’d been holdingback surged up, crested into a wave I had no choice but to drown under, and before I knew it I was weeping.
CHAPTER NINE
ORN
BEING WITHSara had done something to me that felt like magic, and I wondered idly if this is why she’d felt the need to tell me that she was a witch. Had she cast a spell on me? Stolen my soul? Bound me to her service as a thrall?
I decided immediately that none of that mattered, none of it bothered me, and I’d be happy to follow her to the ends of the earth as her devout meat puppet, so long as she kept looking at me like she did. So long as she kept calling me “honey”.
She was shuddering in my arms now, her body so soft and warm and right, and even if stars were still dancing before my eyes and my heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of my chest, I couldn’t help but think this was the happiest I’d ever been in my life. This sweetness, this tenderness was what was missing from my couplings with other orcs. Even if I missed my family, this convinced me more than anything else that leaving had been a good decision. Painful and awful in many ways, butcorrect.
My mind was scattered like so many dandelion seeds on the wind, so it took longer than I liked to admit to realize that something was wrong. Sara wasn’t just shuddering from aftershocks, and the warm liquid dripping onto the bicep she was using as a pillow wasn’t sweat. Her snake pet Lena—or perhaps she was actually Sara’s familiar—slithered her way ontothe bed and piled herself onto the exposed side of Sara’s head in a loose, messy pile. I froze, the afterglow shattering and raw, screaming panic sending adrenaline surging through me.
Sara was crying.
My cock was rapidly softening at the realization, but my knot deflated on its own time, and though I wanted to yank myself free and run from the horror of what I’d done, I was trapped.
“What have I done?” I asked, trying to pull back from her, to give her what space I could. “I hurt you.”
But Sara clung to me, a shaky “no” slipping between the heart-wrenching sobs that she was making freely now. Lena blinked up at me, tasting the air with her little tongue, and I could almost swear she was trying to tell me something, that there was some reassurance in her tiny black eyes. All I could do was lie there, holding Sara and trying to soothe her, my brain locked up and most of me frozen as I struggled to understand what had happened and where it had all went wrong. The only reason I didn’t utterly lose my mind was Sara clinging to me, holding me tight, and even if half of me was screaming that I’d done something bad, something wrong, the other half was insisting that she wouldn’t do that if she feared or hated me.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I kept asking her, “What happened? Did I hurt you?” But it was long moments before she was calm enough to answer me. Lena still twined through her hair and over her ear, occasionally dipping lower to brush over an eyebrow or a damp eye. A few times the little hognose even nuzzled at my chest, where Sara now hid her lovely face.
Once Sara quieted, she went so still and silent that I thought at first that she had fallen asleep. But then she took a deep, shuddering breath and spoke into my chest, her voice so rough it hurt to hear it. “You didn’t do anything wrong, honey. I’m...I’m sorry.”
That eased some of the tension in my body, but now I was worried about what else could possibly be wrong that would make this woman—so strong and steadfast and bold—collapse like this. “What’s wrong? What can I do to help?”
She pulled back enough to swipe at her face with one of her delicate little human hands, grimacing at what she wiped away. “Can you get me a handkerchief? Or a rag? And some water would be lovely, too.”
I eased my hips back, making sure my knot was as deflated as it felt, and when I slipped free from her hot, silky cunt I mourned the loss, but I was glad I could fetch her what she needed. I gathered rags first, stuffing a handful between her legs to catch our spend and handing her another softer one for her face. Then I rushed to my sink, pumping water into a glass for her to drink and using more to dampen yet another rag to clean her up with. I used a corner on myself, sucking in a breath at the cold, wet fabric on my sensitive skin, and then held it near the fire for a moment to try to warm it. Once it was no longer frigid, I returned to her, helping her sit up to drink the water and carefully wiping her gleaming brown skin clean with the damp rag. Lena re-situated herself into a clumsy sort of hat, and Sara reached up to stroke her little friend. It didn’t take long for Sara to finish the water, and I took the empty glass and refilled it, setting it nearby for her, and also took the soiled rags and tossed them aside.
I decided she also needed food, so I sprang back to my feet to dug through my icebox until I found the last piece of the apple cake I’d made before the storm hit, setting it on my cast iron pan and letting it heat over the fire while I poured a measure of mead into a cup and handed it to her.
Sara sipped at the mead, her eyes downcast and hollow, and I added a piece of brown bread slathered with my precious honey butter to the plate I put the warm apple cake on, as wellas some smoked cheese and nuts. The more I looked at her sorrowful expression, the more I wanted to add to the plate, but I recalled how little she had been able to eat of breakfast, and forced myself to stop after that. I handed her the plate, sitting beside her on the bed, but too scared to touch her.
She took the plate, blinking in surprise, then chuckled, a broken smile slipping through the clouds to light her face. “Thank you, Orn,” she croaked, pinching a chestnut between her fingers and bringing it to her lips. She set the plate in her lap, reaching up to lift her snake up and off of her head and draping her around her neck instead. “And youknowyou’re not supposed to sit there, young lady,” she told Lena sternly. Lena’s tiny head rocked a little, and I could have sworn that that was a serpentine shrug of some sort.
Sara picked at her food, tasting no more than a bite of any one thing, and eventually gave up, setting it aside beside her water glass. She scooted closer to me, tugging on my arm until I realized she was trying to coax me closer. I moved to sit with my back resting against the headboard, and she dove into me, slipping under my arm and resting her head on my chest. Her arms wrapped around my waist, and she sighed, tugging the blankets up around herself until they were tucked under her chin.
“The things that happened before I came here were very bad,” she whispered, and I tightened my grip on her. “It was my turn, so I was out foraging for reagents, and when I came back, everyone was gone. Taken. All of them, all my sisters and my mothers. My entire coven, just—“ she ended on a sob, the words choked off, and I felt dumb and useless in the face of her grief. I was banished and knew what it was to lose all of your family in one fell swoop, but knowing that they still lived and could find happiness and love even if I wasn’t there to share in it had been a great comfort to me. It sounded as though Sara had no ideawhere they were, what had happened to them, or whether they were even still alive, and I could not begin to process how lost and unmoored she must have felt.
