Page 25 of The Orc's Sweetheart
Tilly’s smile is soft, appreciative, as she replies, “That’s kind of you, but I don’t see how you can.”
“I told you I’ll carry you,” I state calmly, my smile echoing hers.
Tilly scoffs. “You can’t carry me.”
“It’s a little insulting if you think I can’t carry you.”
“You… you… you’d throw your back out,” Tilly gesticulates wildly in the direction of my back.
I kick at the cobblestones on the street and pretend to be hurt by her comment. “Another insult. You’re going to have to stop or my ego will be crushed.”
“No, but seriously,” Tilly says with a hand on her chest. “The thought is very nice, but I already got you hurt once. I’m not planning on doing it again.”
I stalk forward slowly until I’m standing in front of Tilly. Placing a finger under her chin, I tip her face up until she’s looking at me. “I’m carrying you home. Do you want to ride on my back, or are you going over my shoulder?”
“That’s… I’m…”
“Shoulder it is.” I bend down and Tilly squeals as I scoop her up so she’s bent over my shoulder. Banding an arm across the backs of her thighs to secure her as I start walking down the hill, Tilly squirms and braces herself against my back by grabbing a fistful of my shirt.
I did not think this through. Her plump ass is right next to my face and I have this terrible idea to either smack it, grab it, or take a bite of it.
“Bodin! Put me down!” she demands breathlessly. “This dress was not made for this position.”
“What?” I ask as I take each step carefully down the hill, not understanding what her dress has to do with it.
“Bodin Terral. If you don’t want all of Starry Hill to see my boobs falling out of my dress tonight, then you have to put me down.”
“Oh.” I stop instantly and help Tilly into a vertical position, though I don’t lower her onto the ground. She slides down until my arms are banded under her ass and her barely contained tits are in my face.
I need a thousand gold stars for not leaning forward and motorboating the life out of them.
By some miracle, I’m able to shift my gaze from Tilly’s breasts to her face. I expect to see anger or outrage, but I’m met with curiosity as she rights her dress and searches my expression.
Slowly, Tilly places her arms on my shoulders and it feels as if the world freezes, time itself stopping for us. The entire universe dissolves away until it’s only us under the bright stars of a cloudless night, the sounds from The Singing Seahorse long since faded away.
The moment lengthens as we stare into each other’s dark eyes, lips parted as we silently breathe each other in. I tighten my grip on her, wanting her even closer, and Tilly shifts her arms around my neck.
We lean forward, gazes flicking between eyes and mouths, slowly closing in like our lips are two magnets destined to find each other.
“Get a cottage!” A shout rings out from a building one street down and Tilly and I break apart like two naughty teenagers caught by their parents. I keep my arms around her, though, ready to fight whoever is ruining this moment for us.
Bursting from a dark alley between The Horned Pearl and The Viny Shears, Calixta and Beryl stumble out with happy giggles, rearranging their clothing and fixing hair as they run away hand in hand.
The same voice yells, “This is why we have homes spread out on the island. No one wants to hear others go at it and then have to make eye contact the next day.”
Tilly snorts a laugh and brings her head down to lay against my shoulder. Her body vibrates with quiet laughter, and my own chuckles join hers. I lean my head against the side of hers and adjust my grip so she’s more secure in my arms.
This feels good. This feels… right. Tilly feels like she’s slotted into my arms in a way that no one has before. I’ve been attracted to her from the moment I saw her on the dock, but tonight I finally had an opportunity to see a glimpse of the real her, and she’s more than I could hope to deserve in my lifetime.
I can’t mess things up with her again. This might be something… special. She is something special.
Part of me wants to take her home right now and drive my cock into her sweet cunt, but I’m going to have to pace myself so she can get to know the real me too if I actually want a chance with her.
Once our laughter subsides, I ask, “Can I carry you home like this or do you want to climb onto my back?”
Tilly’s smile is so sweet that I feel it to the tips of my tusks. “I’m not going to try to argue about walking on my own again.And unless we want Mr. Grumpy to scold us too, it might be safer for me to get on your back.”
“Too true. I’m going to carefully set you down now. Please don’t try to put any weight on that ankle of yours. We can ice it when we get home.”
