Page 13 of Orn and the Real Girl
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ORN
WHEN THEblood song had first begun its strumming, I’d thought that perhaps my powerful lust for Sara would fade to the background.
I was wrong.
My need for her was only whetted by my newfound drive for violence, it would seem, every nerve attuned to her warmth, her scent, the plush press of her body against mine. But I felt less like an animal knowing that she was just as affected, her hot cunt against my belly needing to be filled as much as my hard cock wanted to fill her. She panted my name as I pressed her to the nearest tree, and a surge of desire barreled through me so strongly that I feared for a moment that my legs would give out.
Distantly, I wondered at our sudden attraction, at why it should be that she made me lose myself so thoroughly, but the bulk of my consciousness knew it didn’t matter; she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and that meant that I was free to taste her over and over again, as many times as she’d let me, even if it meant losing myself in the process. What would Ireallybe losing in such a bargain? Loneliness and a lack of belonging? Crippling shyness when it came to humans, especially women? Solitude so deep it drove me mad more often than not?
Being Sara’s thrall was far better; this was an easy choice.
Sara wriggled against me, grinding her cunt into the seam of her borrowed leggings, faint whimpers carrying to me through her scarf and over the howl of the wind. The verycoldwind, and I frowned when I realized I would not be able to strip her bare and taste every inch of her. I bit down on my right mitten and used my mouth to tear it off, immediately shoving it under the wraps that held her against me, then between our bodies, burrowing carefully through her clothes until I felt soft skin against mine. I let my hand finish warming up against her belly before tunneling lower, carding through her damp curls until I found my swollen, slippery prize.
At the first careful graze of my finger on her clit she cried out and bucked into my touch, her head sinking back to rest against the tree trunk. “Orn,” she said again, her eyes dazed on mine, and I used my other hand to tug her scarf low enough to claim her mouth in a kiss, needing her scent and her flavor all over my skin, needing to couple my breaths with hers, to twine as much of myself with her as the weather allowed. I wanted to swallow her pleasure, my mouth intense and eager on hers, but she matched my movements and my intensity easily, her hands coming up to cup my face and hold me in place.
Her hips began to roll and buck, guiding my fingers exactly where she needed them, her thick thighs squeezing my sides like a rider directing their mount, and I groaned low in my throat, overwhelmed by her beauty, her power, with the very fact that she was in my arms and finding her pleasure from me.
Mine.
The thought reverberated around and around inside my skull, building in strength just as Sara’s pleasure built. Her rhythm faltered, no longer able to kiss me as she panted and moaned instead, and I rested my forehead against hers as I continued to work her. I appeared to be saying things, though I had no conscious recollection of deciding to do so: “That’s it,sweetheart. Use me. I’m all yours, you take everything you want. I’ll give you everything you need, Sara. You’re so beautiful, I can’t stand it. I need you to come for me.Please.” On and on I babbled, but Sara must have liked it, because she reached her peak with a keen, her clit throbbing against my fingers, wetness seeping up and all over my skin. I shuddered with her, the rock-hard bar in my pants twitching and oozing helplessly. I wanted nothing more than to plunge into her, but it would hold us up too long to set up a camp.
Sara blinked up at me, dazed, then smiled and climbed up until she could kiss me again, her round cheeks pressing against my tusks in a way that shouldn’t feel special or good butdid, in the mysterious way that so many things seemed to when it came to this little witch. This kiss was different from the rabid consumption of before; this was sweetness and soft heat, gentleness and care, free from desperation. It felt so good, but it ripped something open in my chest that ached and stole my breath, the sudden urge to weep flitting through me. Luckily, it didn’t last, my mind instead focusing on Sara.
“Hold me up, honey,” she murmured against me when her lips left mine. I gripped her under her thighs automatically, hoisting her higher.
“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, wanting her to be well and comfortable but more than a little distracted by the blood song and my intense arousal.
She nodded, her arms disappearing into the wraps and fumbling around where I couldn’t see them. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just want to...see something.”
My brow furrowed, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was doing, but it was too dark under the wraps to catch sight of much.
“See what? Can I help?”
She grinned at me devilishly, and then I felt her hands at the laces of my pants, untying them and tugging them loose with a dexterity that shocked me. She tugged me loose moments later, giving me a stroke and biting her lip as she looked up into my face.
My eyes rolled up into my head, pleasure piercing me like a bolt. I sagged forward with a groan, my hips twitching, trying to fuck into her tiny little hand.
I was so lost in sensation that it took several moments for the fact that she was saying my name to register. “Orn!”she said again, her hand stilling and squeezing my length to get my attention. I opened my eyes and felt myself flush hot.
“I’m sorry,” I managed to grit out, my hips still twitching helplessly.
“Lower me down again,” she told me, her impish grin still in place. “I have a surprise for you.”
I did as she asked, wondering what her surprise could possibly be, when all at once my cockheadmet searing, sopping-wet softness that parted for me easily, almost eagerly, and in a flash I understood.
“H-how?” I asked, my knees going too weak to hold us up anymore, so that I was kneeling in the snow, Sara’s cunt gripping me tight and fluttering at my intrusion. “How...pants?”
Somehow, she understood what I meant, rocking her hips to drive me deeper. “I got them out of the way,” she said huskily, doing her best to get the leverage to work herself on me. “Don’t worry about that. Worry about the fact that I need you tomove, Orn.”
Her words unleashed me, and I sat up higher on my knees, wedging Sara against the tree once more, pinning her there so that I could rut up into her senselessly. My mind was blank except for that litany ofminethat only grew louder and more insistent the harder I pounded into her, with every pleasure-soaked cry that passed through her full lips. She felt so good, soright, and despite already having more orgasms in a single day than I’d ever had before, I felt yet another barreling down on me, rippling down my spine and along every nerve with furious, brutal intensity. Sara was so dripping wet that I needed hardly any force to wedge my knot into her, slipping past her entrance to lodge inside her with a small pop, my sac wrenching up hard and my cock emptying into her. My breath caught at the intensity, but then I was roaring, my throat roughed up and raw from the sound, and after a few seconds I realized I was saying something, that I was shouting my claim on Sara into the wilds.
“Mine!”
No sooner did I realize what I was saying than Sara was reaching her own peak, her scream joining mine, weaving through it and making a beautiful sort of song, her sweet cunt clamping onto me, milking my shaft and squeezing every drop from my knot.
Our orgasms seemed to go on for minutes, hours, maybe even days, my hands gripping her body and my mouth on hers the only thing that felt real in all the world. It took a long time to come back to my senses, and when I did I realized that I was still panting “mine” at her in betweendesperate, feverish kisses.
