Page 13 of Rescued By Her Monster Mercenaries

During my time as a mercenary, we had camp followers who were compatible with our preferences, not needing the privacy of a tent or wooded area. Some even enjoyed showing off for the eyes of envious others to watch, or eventually participate, if all parties were amenable. I never minded sharing. In fact, I often enjoyed it, but those women were never my mates. I had seen the look in Jarrus’s eyes. He too found Olivia engaging, and I wondered if it would be a problem despite his words. Another part of me wondered though if it would be a problem or a welcome distraction on the road?

A spike in Olivia’s scent showed her response to the training phallus, and her pupils had blown wide, showing her increased arousal. I could smell her tangy sweet scent in the air, almost taste it, the same taste I had sampled from my fingers several hours ago, and I longed to drink from the source. But, if I did, I worried I would fall into rut and harm her, plunging into her heated depths without adequate preparation. I had felt for myself how tight she was, and I knew she needed this preparation before she could take me.

Her legs opened involuntarily as a blush spread upper neck to her face, her eyes fixed on the phallus. She swallowed hard, and I smiled.

“You know what this is?”

She nodded, mesmerized by the hard phallus. “We have dildos back home. I had one, though not quite that big. How do you have them here?”

“Training our females has been around for centuries and has been important since we have started to rely on females of other species to continue our own. Human females in particular are often smaller than us and need preparation to take us. Every orc or minotaur is given a training kit when they seek a mate. I hadn’t expected one and Madame Odelia was kind enough to provide me with one.”

She cocked her head, studying the item. “What is it made of? What is this training? And do we have to call it that? I feel like a dog.”

I held it out to her. “They can be made of metal, stone, or glass. Mine at home is glass, but this one is metal, more durable and easier to find. Madame Odelia has several styles in her house. These straps are leather for you to wear while walking or doing other activities.”

Her eyes widened further. “You mean, I’m going to wear this while we ride? You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s like a fucking butt plug but for my vagina.”

“That’s the only way to train you, though I won’t have you wear it while we ride. We’ll just play with it for now. Take off your skirts and lie back in the furs.” I deepened my voice, infusing it with a commanding tone.

I half-expected her to argue, but she slipped her split skirt off, folding it neatly by her side and laid on the furs on her back. Her eyes were half-lidded, her pupils blown wide, and her breath coming faster already. I could scent her arousal spiking in the forest air, her syrupy sweetness saturating the air, and my cock tented the front of my trews painfully, begging for release. Not today, I thought regretfully. Not yet.

That was easier that I’d thought. I took out the tub of lubricant that Madame Odelia had supplied and knelt by her side, setting on the side of the furs. She stared at me. A mixture of trepidation and desire rolled into one. Now what? She wasn’t a camp follower. She was my mate and deserved a bit more finesse, more romance. What the hell was that?

Changing my mind, and needing to taste her lips, I tugged her up to a sitting position and kissed her, my lips meeting hers in a fiery embrace. The heat between us intensified as her hands instinctively found their way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Our bodies pressed against each other, every nerve ending alive with electricity.

Lost in the moment, I let myself be guided by instinct and desire. I licked her lips, then delved inside when she opened, plunging and tasting her sweetness inside. Lust slammed into me as our tongues danced together, her smaller one stroking tentatively at first, then bolder, and I savored every moment. My hands roamed her body, tracing the curves and lines etched upon her skin, each touch a reminder of how much I wanted to fuck her.

Slowly, I pulled away from the kiss, my breath ragging, and gazed into her eyes. She was beautiful, radiant under the soft morning sun that poked through the canopy of trees, and so utterly desirable that I could hardly stand it. But there was something more in her eyes, a need that mirrored my own.

Her taste was addictive, and I needed more. I trailed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath my touch. I needed to feel her skin, even knowing we didn't have time for a full session. But I was desperate to see her, to touch her. I slipped my fingers under the bodice of her simple blouse to stroke the tops of her breasts. She gasped into my mouth, then arched into my hold as if urging me on.

Her hands came up and quickly undid the ties holding the blouse together and it fell away, revealing her creamy flesh to my gaze. Her mounds were perfect, filling my hand perfectly, tipped with rosy nipples that my mouth watered to taste. I bent down and sucked one of those tips into my mouth, curling my tongue around it. It was as sweet as the red yuva berries that I gathered for my mother when I was an orcling for our breakfast. I could become addicted to her taste.

Olivia moaned and buried her fingers in my hair, holding my head to her tit as I teased her. My fingers kneaded her other mound, twisting and tormenting her nipple so it wouldn't be left out. Her soft cries filled the clearing and the scent of her arousal was heavy in the air.

I kissed my way down her soft belly, eager to taste her arousal. Her thighs fell open, exposing her pussy, glistening with desire. I opened her, exposing her soft, pink slit to the air, her slick gathering and dripping onto the furs below. I took a long lick of her pussy, from her entrance to her nub at the top, and she arched into me, her fingers tugging at my hair, pulling me to her. I circled her small entrance, the opening grasping at my finger like a tiny mouth, and I stroked it, while my tongue toyed with her clit, teasing, taunting her.

She moaned and moved restlessly beneath me, bucking and squirming.

I slapped her thighs. “Settle, mate,” I growled against her soft folds and went back to my feasting.

Her moans increased and her legs scissored, but I gripped her thighs firmly, holding them still, regretting that I didn’t have restraints, or a place to tie her. Suddenly, two large furred hands settled on the inside of her thighs, holding her firmly in place for me, spreading them further, allowing me complete access and control.

Olivia made a sound of surprise, her eyes flying open, and I struggled to my knees, fighting through the haze of lust coursing through me.

Jarrus knelt next to us, an inscrutable expression on his face, but I could see the tension in his jaw. “You looked like you needed assistance, old friend.”

I shot a glance at Olivia, expecting to see panic or terror or something on her face. Instead, she looked lust-drunk, lost in passion, as she eased against him, rubbing her face against his thighs. Jarrus, for his part, looked pained, as if the effort to maintain a distance was killing him, but he would do it. He would help but remain separate. His cock was an iron rod in his trews, hard and straight, a wet spot from his pre-cum growing larger every moment.

Could Olivia have two mates? She had reacted as if either of us were potential matches at the reception. It wasn't unheard of for an orc female to have two, especially since females had become more scarce. Could I handle sharing her? I'd shared other females for pleasure mating. But Olivia was my true mate, a bond mate. If I shared Olivia with Jarrus, it wouldn’t be for one time. Not if she was also his mate. The bond would kick in for him and asking him to walk away would be unfair and cruel.

But it had to be her decision.

“Olivia. Mate.” My tone was sharp, hopefully to penetrate her haze of lust.

She blinked at me, her eyes focused on me, her tone petulant. “Why did you stop? Is this part of the training? To tease me?”

I gestured to Jarrus, his jaw hard as granite. “Do you remember Jarrus?”

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