Page 25 of Scaled Hearts

“You live underground?” He stiffens for some inexplicable reason.

“No. I work in the mines, for the orcs. I spend most of my days without the sun on my back.”

“That will change. I would like to see the glow of your skin under the bright sun,” he strokes over my shoulder, dipping down to kiss it. “I think you would look like a vision under the sunlight.”

This I doubt. I’m just a plain human who spent way too many years toiling under the thumb of a selfish, greedy race of creatures. I don’t understand his praise.

“I’m not like that,” I mumble, shifting to focus my attention on his exposed chest, running my hands over it.

“Yes you are,” he lifts my chin so I’m looking him in the eyes. “I am only inclined to take the best treasure, the shiniest gems. Therefore, you are also the best of the best. You are the prize in my collection.”

I don’t know how to feel about that but I stop thinking altogether when he moves his hands down to dip between my thighs again, stroking fingers over me once more. I close my eyes, tilting my head back as he moves his fingers almost languidly, setting a slow, lazy pace.

His ministrations do the trick of distracting me from my thoughts and I lift my leg to lay it over his hip, giving him more access to my center as he presses in further, drowning me in pleasure once more.

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Angurus

Iwatch her writhing under me as I suckle on her tit, lathing my tongue over the pert nipple that hardens beautifully for me. She’s lost in the throes of passion and I can’t get enough. This woman is unlike any other. I’ve never been with a female so responsive, so eager.

I pin her hands above her head, biting down, and she lets out a yelp, grinding against me with abandon. She lets out a long, drawn out moan when I pinch her other nipple, squeezing and rolling it between my fingers. I’m being rough with her but she’s giving me back everything I’m dishing out.

Her nails dig into my back, raking down and leaving marks behind. “Yes! Mark me as yours!” I order.

The welts she leaves in my flesh sting but the pain is electrifying. I haven’t had a lover yet who can keep up. It’s more than satisfying and I show her how good I feel by twisting a finger in her hair and tugging on the strands. She moans again.

I don’t want to injure her but she lets out such beautiful squeaks. I move a hand down and spank her bottom once, twice and she gasps, arching her back. “Does my little minx enjoy that?” I ask, my voice a purr.

“Yes! Please! More!” she begs me.

“Shall I continue?”

“Yes!”

I throw her over my lap, slapping her cheeks until they’re nice and red. They bloom for me so well and I stop for a moment to admire my handiwork, kneading the globes of her flesh with my hands, squeezing her skin until it dimples just to watch it bounce back.

“You’re exquisite,” I breathe, leaning down to kiss her back. I want to be rough with her, to take and own and possess—but a strange part of me wants to be gentle, to ensure that she enjoys herself and that I don’t hurt her.

I’m not usually this considerate with any of my former lovers, I’m not kind or tender. It’s not in my nature. What is this woman doing to me?

I rub her abused flesh with my palms, soothing the red skin and then lower myself to kiss over her heated flesh. A high-pitched keen escapes her and her thighs glisten with slickness.

A devilish idea forms in my head and I help her up, encouraging her to sit in front of me. My manhood is throbbing between my legs, having spent all my time focused on her pleasure it’s nearly painful for me. I need a little release myself.

Guiding her head down, I rub the shaft along her lips, hissing as she slips me within the confines of her soft mouth. She swallows me down easily, deep into her throat. Is there no limit to what this woman is capable of?

Kelly works her jaw over me and I shudder, already close after a few swipes of her tongue. I won’t last long. Without warning, she begins to hollow her cheeks around me, bobbing her head up and down to bring me off.

The warm, wet heat of her mouth on my cock is the only thing I can focus on. One hand goes down to caress my balls, fondling them in her fingers.

Dammit! How is one woman, one human woman so perfect? I can feel my balls drawing up as my release begins and I shove her head down on me, forcing her to drink every drop of seed that escapes.

“Mmmph!” She swallows, milking my cock for every last drop. After a few minutes of cleaning me up, she pulls off, panting and red-faced. I pull her into my arms and lay on the furs with her.

She runs a finger over my chest, tracing lines down the planes of my abdominal muscles, then over my chest, flicking the nubs of my nipples with her fingertip. It sends a wave of pleasure through me and my softened cock gives a little twitch of interest.

Even though I want to continue this marathon lovemaking session, we need sustenance. I stand up, walking over to the table to pour us two goblets of water, taking them back and handing one to Kelly. The water is icy cold going down my throat and refreshes me.

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