Page 15 of The Iron Oath
The word was whispered in the back of Magoza’s head. Her heart slammed against her chest. She tore her mouth from Amuleta’s and stared down at her in awe. Could it be? Was that why she was attracted to her? Why she had sought this female out? Could this be the reason she had wanted to defend her honor?
She reached up and slowly ran a finger over Amuleta’s swollen lips. Something inside her chest was fiercely proud that it was Magoza who was the reason she had a dazed gleam in her eyes and had looked as if she had been kissed to within an inch of her life. She breathed in and could almost taste Amuleta’s arousal on her tongue. It was so strong that it took everything in Magoza’s power to not react to it.
Amuleta blinked and glanced down at Magoza’s lips again before meeting her gaze.
“Why did you stop?” she whispered. Doubt crept into her eyes.
Magoza cursed internally at the expression. She never wanted her female to question anything about them. The need to have this woman was growing inside her. She gripped Amuleta by the back of her neck in a firm hold. She didn’t want to scare her with how fiercely she wanted—no, needed—her.
“You want more,doakir?” she rasped.
Her control was holding on by a thin thread. She wanted to court this female. Get to know her and everything there was to learn. In the short amount of time they had spent together foraging for the different herbs they had already collected and now the berries, Magoza was sure they were meant to be together. Amuleta was a woman she needed in her life. Today was an eye-opening experience for her. It had been too long since she had spent a day doing something other than being a warrior. Amuleta had opened her eyes to what life could belike away from Angarth Keep, away from the prying eyes of the village, and away from the last name Cydassi.
“Because you can have whatever it is that you want, mate.”
“What?” Amuleta gasped.
She tried to move away, but Magoza held her in place. There was no fighting what she felt. If this was the gods telling her that this woman belonged to her, then she would go with what fate had in store for her. It had never led her wrong before.
“I can’t be.”
“And why not? Look how your body responds to me,” Magoza murmured. She eyed the rapid beat of Amuleta’s pulse at the base of her neck. “I will claim you and your body.”
She loved how Amuleta watched her with her wide eyes. Those tasty lips parted slightly. She applied a little more pressure to Amuleta’s neck, and the sweet scent of her arousal grew stronger.
A growl escaped Magoza. The remaining part of her control shattered. She tugged Amuleta to her until nothing could fit between them. She slammed her mouth down onto Amuleta who gasped. The second her mouth opened, Magoza slipped her tongue inside. Everything about this moment felt right. Amuleta melted into her. Those small hands of hers traveled up Magoza’s arms and to the base of her neck.
Magoza hummed at the feeling of Amuleta’s plump mounds being crushed against hers. She tilted her head to the side while her tongue swept inside Amuleta’s mouth to explore her once again. Amuleta’s shy tongue stroked Magoza’s, welcoming her.
Magoza trailed her hand down Amuleta’s back and slipped farther to her soft and round backside. She was an orc with large hands, and Amuleta’s round globes fit perfectly in them. Magoza continued on and reached for the edge of Amuleta’s trousers. She undid them and slid them down. They were still kneeling on the soft patch of grass in their little private domain in the woods.Amuleta helped her remove the offending material. She stood before Magoza and kicked them off. It didn’t take them long to take off the rest of her clothing, leaving a naked Amuleta to stand in front of a kneeling Magoza.
Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. Magoza couldn’t take her eyes off the picture of perfection before her. Amuleta’s high round breasts were full with their dark areolas and perky nipples. Her soft belly flared out into her wide hips, and there was a dark patch of hair between her legs. Magoza bit back a growl as the scent of Amuleta’s arousal washed over her.
Magoza remained kneeling in front of Amuleta. It allowed them to almost be eye level with each other. She rested her hands on Amuleta’s waist and groaned. She lifted her and moved them over to the tree. She fell back to where she sat on the ground with her back to the tree. She brought Amuleta down to straddle her legs.
Immediately, their lips met again in a deep, passionate kiss. She had to be careful not to cut Amuleta with her tusks. Even thinking of causing the slightest bit of pain or harm to this female had her wanting to rip her own damn tusks off.
Amuleta moaned and rocked her hips while her fingers dove into Magoza’s hair. Magoza’s core clenched at the feeling of this soft and curvy female in her arms. A shiver rippled down her spine at the sensation of her small fingers sliding over her scalp and displacing her braids. She tore her lips from Amuleta’s and left a trail of hot kisses along the way as she reached her chest. Magoza cupped Amuleta’s full breasts. She lifted them and studied the perfect mounds.
Amuleta moaned again. Her hooded eyes were locked on Magoza. She held her gaze while she lowered her head to take one of the mounds into her mouth. She captured the teat and bathed it with her tongue. She suckled the nipple deep while she massaged the other one with her free hand.
“Magoza,” Amuleta moaned.
The sound of her name on this female’s lips sent a ripple of desire through her. Amuleta’s grip on her hair tightened, but Magoza ignored the slight hint of pain. Amuleta arched her back to present herself completely to Magoza. Satisfaction filled Magoza at the small act. She released the first mound and moved to the second one. She gripped Amuleta and slid her forward until her core was next to Magoza’s stomach. Amuleta reached down and tugged on Magoza’s tunic. She allowed the female to relieve her of her shirt, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her hands landed on Magoza’s shoulders and slowly trailed along her arms.
“You’re so strong.”
Her simple words caused an intense reaction in Magoza. She flipped them around to where Amuleta was now resting on her back on the thick grass with Magoza braced over her. It was something about the way this female could detect her strength and had a thing about her arms. Magoza would prove to her that she would always be safe and protected. No one would ever speak ill of her again and certainly would never lay a finger on her.
Magoza would chop off their hand with her axe and feed it to them.
SEVEN
Amuleta staredup into Magoza’s amber eyes. Her body was no longer under her control. Her skin prickled as she waited for Magoza to touch her again. Her nipples ached, needing attention, but Magoza just stared at her. She wanted to move, but she didn’t want to distract Magoza. Orcs didn’t have the power to control another being, but Magoza’s eyes had Amuleta practically begging her for what was promised in them.
She hadn’t been lying when she said many tongues had been wagging about the great Magoza. And Goddess help her if she didn’t want to experience what was said to happen underneath this woman’s hands.
Magoza’s braids were in disarray and fell forward along with a few loose strands. Amuleta reached up and gently brushed them aside. She wanted to memorize everything about this day. She would freely give herself to Magoza, even if it meant that she would just be another notch in the warrior’s belt. She couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—fight this attraction any longer. She trailed her fingertips over the smooth green skin, her full, dark eyebrows, to her wide nose that led to her mouth. Amuleta couldn’t help but skim her tusks. She had eyed them the entire time they had beentogether and wondered what they felt like. They were smooth with a sharp edge that was meant to do damage.
