Page 17 of The Iron Oath
She withdrew her fingers from Amuleta who immediately felt the emptiness, but Magoza’s tongue continued to stroke her through her climax. She held Amuleta up while her tongue tasted every square inch of Amuleta’s cunt. Her slurping sounds reached her through the air along with the heavy pounding of Amuleta’s heart. The aftershocks of her climax caused her muscles to jerk uncontrollably.
She rested back against the grass, spent, while Magoza cleaned her with her tongue. She finally released Magoza’s hair. The effort to do so was too taxing on her arm muscles. Her orgasm had drained her of all energy. Her eyes fluttered open, and she took in the beautiful blue sky overhead in between the branches of the trees surrounding them. Not a cloud in the sky. She felt at peace.
No worries.
No stresses.
Just a relaxed state where her body was warm and pliable.
It was absolutely beautiful.
Was this what the afterlife was like? Had she passed away after the way Magoza had worked her body? If dying felt like that, then she’d die every day.
Magoza’s tongue slid through her folds, then she lifted her head. Amuleta tore her gaze from the sky and glanced down at her. Her dark eyes were full of fire and desire. A growl tore from her lips when she pushed off the ground. Amuleta couldn’t lookaway from her if she tried. The hardened warrior stood in front of her and stripped off the rest of her clothes. Her weapons were tossed to the ground near her. Once she was completely naked, she stood, her eyes taking Amuleta in.
Amuleta took the opportunity to look her fill. There were scars that lined Magoza’s muscular frame. Her breasts were high but firm. Her stomach was taut, with the muscular lines cut deep into her skin. Amuleta’s eyes were drawn to Magoza’s center. There wasn’t any hair over her mons. From what Amuleta knew of orcs, they didn’t have much body hair.
Magoza was the sight of pure power and strength. This female had taken her to greater heights. Whatever she was about to demand, Amuleta would give without a single thought.
“Come,doakir. Come to me,” Magoza rasped.
She held out her hand to Amuleta who slowly reached out and slid her smaller one into it. She tugged slightly and assisted Amuleta in sitting up. She pulled her to her knees in front of the tree. Amuleta glanced upward at Magoza. Her heart slammed against her chest.
Magoza cupped her chin and stared down at her. “You wanted to explore me?”
Amuleta snuck her tongue out and slid it over her lips. She jerked her head in a nod, unable to formulate a word. She rested on Magoza’s thick thighs. Warmth radiated from her skin. The scent of her was overwhelming. She may not be able to scent out different things like orcs could, but the aroma of Magoza’s arousal greeted her. She licked her lips again in anticipation of what she wanted.
Magoza’s hand slipped to rest on the base of Amuleta’s neck in a hard hold. She widened her stance and guided Amuleta to her center. Amuleta took in Magoza’s bud protruding from her folds. It was swollen and erect. Her breaths turned into pants as she wanted to take it into her mouth.
“Then explore.”
Magoza rested her hand on the tree while she kept a grip on Amuleta. Her little female leaned forward and latched on to Magoza’s clit. A growl rippled from her at the pressure of Amuleta’s suckling.
“Feck,” Magoza rasped.
She slid her fingers up and entwined them into Amuleta’s thick, dark hair. She thrust her hips forward, pushing her enlarged clit farther into Amuleta’s mouth. The female was hungrily suckling her while her tiny hands coasted up Magoza’s thighs. One of them slipped between Magoza’s legs. She inhaled sharply as she planted her feet wider. She wanted to ensure Amuleta could reach any aspect of her pussy that she wanted. Her small fingers glided over Magoza’s slick labia. Her core was drenched with need. The taste of Amuleta was still on her tongue and face. She could strongly scent that her little mate was growing aroused again.
The slick that had expelled from Amuleta had drenched Magoza’s face and chest. She had never begged for anything before, but today, she had wanted Amuleta’s release. She wanted to taste her honey. Her sweet liquid had shot out of her with a force that had sprayed Magoza with every ounce of her nectar.
Magoza’s knees grew weak. She locked them together to ensure she would remain standing. She tightened her grip on Amuleta’s hair. The female’s finger danced around Magoza’s opening.
“Don’t be shy,doakir.Push those fingers inside me,” she demanded.
She pressed Amuleta’s face to her while rotating her hips. She would ride her female’s talented tongue that was currently teasing her clit. Amuleta flicked her gaze upward. Magoza almost came at that moment. Her mate’s eyes were filled with bliss as she feasted on her.
Amuleta did as she was told and thrust two fingers deep inside. A gasp escaped her. She dug her claws into the tree bark and basked in the sensation of her mate fucking her with her fingers. They were much smaller than an orc’s would be, but long.
“Give me another one,” Magoza demanded.
Amuleta latched on to her clit and sucked her deep. A snarl came from Magoza. Her little mate knew what she needed. Another finger was added inside her pussy. She continued to thrust her hips against Amuleta’s face and fingers.
Her muscles grew taut while waves of desire raced through her. She had already been fully aroused while eating her mate’s pussy. Now that her face was buried between her legs, it was only a matter of time until she exploded.
Amuleta shook her head, tugging on Magoza’s bundle of nerves. The move caused Magoza to almost falter and fall. She released a curse and threw her head back, trying to keep from reaching her release.
And Amuleta was making it damn hard.
“Feck, Amuleta. I need more,” Magoza said.
