Page 18 of The Iron Oath
She pulled Amuleta away from her pussy. Amuleta’s face glistened from her juices. Amuleta smiled and withdrew her fingers. She leaned forward and gave another lick of Magoza’s pussy. Her slick ran down her inner thighs, and Amuleta tried to lick it all up. She settled back on her knees and pressed her fingers inside Magoza. This time instead of three, she inserted four, then gently eased them out. Her eyes widened when she slipped them back in, but this time she thrust all of them inside.
Magoza groaned.
Yes, this was what she needed.
Her mate’s entire fist.
Amuleta carefully curled her hand into a ball and held it in place while she slowly thrust forward.
“Yes. Farther,” Magoza whispered.
Her pussy felt full as Amuleta removed them slightly then pushed forward. Magoza reached her other hand down and gripped her forearm. She held her in place while she impaled herself farther down onto Amuleta. She bounced in a languid rhythm and fucked herself on Amuleta’s fist.
“Yes,doakir. Just like that.”
Amuleta’s wide eyes stared up at her. Magoza couldn’t look away from them. Amuleta’s hand came to rest on her stomach right above her mons. She chewed on her bottom lip and thrust her arm upward.
“You are so tight around my arm,” Amuleta whispered.
Magoza breathed in deep and could almost taste Amuleta’s desire on her tongue. Her mate was completely turned on at the moment. Soon, Magoza would be tasting her again.
“And you. You are dripping on me. You needed this.”
“Kratz, boakir.I needed you,” Magoza whimpered. She was so damn close to coming that she couldn’t fight it any longer. She moved faster. Up and down. Her core clenched around Amuleta. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she felt her orgasm arrive.
Amuleta strummed her clit with her free hand which sent Magoza to the stars. She exploded with a roar cutting through the air. The bark underneath her hand was ripped from the tree and tossed behind them. She held on to the trunk to keep her legs from buckling. Her lungs burned, the air stripped from her. She couldn’t bring any in; the waves of her orgasm washed over her. Magoza held on to Amuleta’s arm and lowered herself.
A look of awe was in Amuleta’s mismatched eyes.
“That was beautiful.” Amuleta withdrew from Magoza.
Immediately she felt hollow. Magoza assisted Amuleta to stand. She cupped her cheeks in her hands and lowered her head and covered her mouth with hers.
This was only the beginning. Magoza was far from finished with her little mate.
EIGHT
Amuleta bit her lip,and a bout of shyness took over her. She had never brought anyone home before, and now here she was, at the insistence of Magoza. Amuleta had learned very quickly that Magoza could be bossy—and not just on the battlefield.
The memory of the sounds that had come from her while Magoza’s face had been buried between her legs heated her face. Or the feeling of her fist inside Magoza’s warm channel. The strong female orc was a generous lover and wasn’t shy about demanding what she wanted or needed.
Amuleta had never experienced anything like it before. She’d had her share of orgasms at the result of her own hand, but nothing that had her feeling as if she were flying high amongst the clouds. She stole another glance over at Magoza. Her pussy had been well taken care of and was feeling overly sensitive.
“I will be fine. You don’t have to walk me home,” Amuleta murmured.
By the time she had returned to get her clothing, they were well dry. She had been gone longer than she had expected and needed to return home. She glanced over at Magoza who ambledalongside her. They had washed up in the river before getting dressed. Amuleta eyed the clothes that covered Magoza and knew that she preferred to see the big, strong orc naked.
They walked down a path in the woods that led to her home. The trees provided much-needed shade on this warm day. Magoza’s amber eyes swung her way. Her breath caught in her throat at the expression in Magoza’s eyes. Her core clenched with the intensity of Magoza’s gaze.
“And why shouldn’t I help you carry these heavy bags? These are too much for you.” She motioned to Amuleta as if to remind her of the difference between them.
Magoza had insisted on helping carry some of the bags for Amuleta. Having the warrior assist her in foraging had allowed her to collect even more. She would have had a difficult time trying to lug all of this home by herself. Magoza carried the bag of laundry on her back while she hefted up the other bag that held the rooted vegetables Amuleta had harvested. She would have plenty for market day this week. She smiled thinking of the profit she would bring in.
“I would have made do,” Amuleta grumbled.
She was only carrying the two bags that held herbs and berries in them which were much lighter. She sighed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She had to admit she was nervous. She wasn’t sure how her mother was going to react to a stranger at their home. They had never really had many visitors over the solars.
“Or is it that you are ashamed of me?”
