Page 7 of Orn and the Real Girl
ORN HADbeen gone for a damned long time, and after reading the story I’d found in the blankets, I was so wound up and desperate for release I’d felt like I’d crawl up the walls if he didn’t show up soon. Lena hissed and rolled all over herself in a literal ball of irritation, my mood overwhelming her tiny snaky mind.
I knew Ornwas attracted to me. Even without using my magic to tell me so it was written in the way his eyes lingered on me and drank me in when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. But even after only knowing him a few hours I could tell he was too sweet and shy to make the first move, and I’d have to be the one to initiate things. For once, that didn’t bother me, might even have excited me further. I felt like, despite how physically overwhelming Orn was, that I’d have all the power, and it was heady.
Underneath the searing heat of my need was a tiny current of something else, something that needed to affirm that I was still alive. I needed to release the nerves and the tension that had been building in me ever since I had come back to an empty hamlet practically burned to the ground, and me and Orn were both adults. If he’d have me, then that was all that really mattered. I could have taken care of myself while he was gone, of course, but that hadn’t seemed...satisfying.
I wanted to get fucked, and I wanted Orn to be the one to do it.
“I’m a witch, Orn,” I told him as he staggered inside from the force of my grip on his coat, closing the door behind him and re-locking it. My breasts were heavy, aching things, my erect nipples rubbing against the fabric of my borrowed shirt with every heavy breath. “Does that bother you?”
He blinked at me, clutching his pile of chopped wood like a lifeline. “I...what?”
“Does it bother you that I’m a witch?”
His brow scrunched, but he shook his head. “Of course not. What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
I let my body drift closer to his, crowding him against the wall despite how he towered over me. “I want you, Orn. Do you want me?”
His dark eyes widened, locked on my face, and I saw his throat bob several times. I held my breath, hoping I hadn’t ruined everything by doing this, but just when I was about to give into despair he nodded. I shoved the wood out of his hands, heedless of the loud mess it made. His aerlanisbleated and pawed at the ground in her corner, Lena leaving her perch on the bed at my silent command to curl up on the hearthstones.
The sound of the wood crashing to the floor hadn’t even properly faded from the close, warm air of the cabin before I was hopping up and throwing my arms around his strong neck. I hauled myself up his thick, strong body until I could reach his mouth and kiss him. For one breath, then two, he was frozen against me, his arms going around my back as a reflex more than anything. But finally he melted, his head tilting to give me better access to his differently-shaped mouth.
There was no room for slowness or caution where I’d gone, my lips crashing against his and my tongue and teeth nipping and licking and biting until he opened for me, submitted to me,let me taste him. He was flavored with the spices from breakfast, but underneath that I tastedhim, and it was warm and soft and sweet. I sank deeper into the kiss, wanting to drink him down and swallow him whole.
He groaned, his arms shifting around me to get a better grip and haul me closer. His hands settled on my ass, gripping the generous expanse of flesh. He squeezed me, shuddering, and I felt something prod at me that wasn’t his hands—it must have been his cock, and the realization made me shiver.
Orn pushed off the wall, spinning us until it was me that was pinned in place, his hips coming forward to brace against mine to hold me up so his hands could roam. He didn’t seem to know what he wanted to touch first, his hands cupping my face, sinking into my hair, slipping under my shirt to caress my round belly and sides. But he stayed away from where I wanted him most, and that simply would not do.
I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, anchoring myself in place, and used my arms to peel off my tunic and sweater, baring myself to him from the waist up. His eyes immediately locked onto my breasts, the peaks dark and hard and insistent. He bit his lip again, and I grinned, slinging my arms around his neck once more.
“Touch me, Orn.” I rolled my hips, loving the way he gasped when my ass brushed against his blatant arousal. “Please. I need you to touch me.”
He nodded, swallowing again, and then his head dipped, his large nose sinking into the valley between my tits to take a deep breath of my skin. He groaned, one hand coming up to cup and knead and heft one breast, his eyes lifting to watch my face. I moaned, arching my back and pressing myself more firmly into his hand, and then he was taking my nipple into his mouth, his jutting tusks bracketing the tight bud, and to my surprise I quite liked the sensation, that contrast between hard and soft. “Yes,Orn,” I panted, my arms sliding up to cradle his head against me. “Just like that, honey.”
He shuddered again, his cock bucking up into me from where it poked at my backside, and then he was straightening up, hefting me in his arms and carrying me over to the bed. He set me down gently, making sure my head landed on a pillow, before returning to my breasts with a mad vigor. I cried out, writhing under him, as he explored my body with a pent-up kind of energy that felt like a sheathed blade. I couldfeelhim holding back, pacing himself, and a wicked part of me wanted to provoke him into losing that control. I was feeling daring and dangerous, desperate to sink into pleasure.
Just then, Orn lifted his head, his deep green lips gleaming and swollen. He lunged for my mouth again, stealing my breath with his heat. I arched up into him, my skin tingling and oh-so-sensitive where it brushed against his clothes.
Wait. He was still clothed? That wouldn’t do.
I brought my hands up to blindly fumble over his clothing, seeking out buttons and ties and belts that I could undo, but unwilling to stop kissing him to do it. His mouth may have been strange to me, but it was a good kind of strange, full of promises for things that both thrilled and soothed me. He was the most attentive man I’d ever kissed, alternating between hard and hot and soft and sweet with an uncanny knack for what I wanted. At last my fingers found ties, and I wasted no time in undoing them, loosening his jacket enough to shove it off of his strong, broad shoulders. He helped me from there, taking it off the rest of the way, then breaking our kiss just long enough to peel off the sweater and tunic beneath it.
The olive green of his skin was stunning, the thick mat of black curls over his chest and trailing down his abdomen calling out for my fingers and my mouth. I couldn’t help but notice how pretty we looked together, the deep nut brown of my own skinagainst his olive. Then he was lunging for me again, desperate hands kneading at my plushness, hefting me with growled-out appreciation that made me want to purr and preen.
His mouth left mine, trailing along my jaw with a feather-lightness that morphed once he got to my throat, growing hungry and insistent, almost...claiming. He nipped at the tender skin there, making me jolt and gasp and shiver. “Too much?” he asked, switching to nuzzling me with his nose.
I shook my head. “No. It’s wonderful. Keep going.” I cradled his head closer, tilting my own head back to offer my throat to him more fully. He had such wicked-looking tusks, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He was practically a stranger, but somehow, Iknew.
He dove back in with a moan, his clawed hands continuing to wander over my body, and while this was good, it was wonderful, I couldn’t help feeling a little...frustrated. I wanted more,neededmore, and he was going so painfullyslow. Perhaps at a different time I’d be luxuriating in this kind of attention, but my lust in this moment was too urgent, my body pleading for release.
“Orn,” I gasped out, grabbing his hand on my hip and trying to shove it between my legs. “I need more,” I whined when his hand stopped moving towards my aching pussy, all my attempts to keep him moving meeting a brick wall.Gods, he’s so strong, I thought dimly.
Orn pulled back, his long black hair wild around his square face, the look on his flushed face so serious it bordered on grim. He studied my face, and I tried to plead with every inch of me for him tomove,to go where I needed him. At last, he nodded, gathering his long hair into a knot at the crown of his head that emphasized his sharp features, making him so beautiful it stunned me.
Then he unlaced my pants and yanked them over my wide hips and down my legs, baring me completely to the chill airof his cabin. He stood, considering me lying naked on his bed, and his throat bobbed. “Sweet Delenaa, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough with desire. It was such a deep rumble I could almost feel it peppering my skin, and I shivered once again. I’d never been so affected by a lover before. I spread my legs, my hand brushing over my skin, trailing down to my throbbing, needy sex. I parted the curls on my mound, then my lower lips, to expose my clit to his rapt gaze. I teased it lightly, showing him what I liked and goading him in one fell swoop. Iarched for him, putting on a show, tempting him into further action, since it seemed he was a littletoocontent to simply admire me.
I was shocked and delighted when he stood and grabbed my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the bed, his eyes dark lights that bore into me as he loomed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
