Page 79 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

“Govek?”

His thoughts spiraled. Yearnings he’d never allowed himself to consider were making it impossible for him to form words.

“I-If you promise to pull out, we could still...”

What was she saying? Pull out? He swallowed hard but finally managed to form a few words. “It takes two ruttings.”

“What?”

“Two ruttings,” he gasped. She pulsed tight around the tip of his cock and it felt so fucking good. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Two to render pregnancy.”

Fades, he knew he needed to offer her more and could not manage words. But he would not force her into this. If she needed an explanation, he would find a way to cool his blood and ease her fear, even if it killed him.

But Miranda relaxed, her body yielding to him. He groaned, rapture dancing up his spine. His head buzzed.

“Okay,” her voice was barely a whisper.

Before he could register her acceptance, she pushed her hips back and impaled herself on his cock.

He roared. The sound was deafening. Loud enough to wake the Fades from their slumber and cleave the entire planet in two.

Rapture licked up his gut as he thrust into her. She fucking took him to the base with ease, and arched her back, moaning out her ecstasy. She gripped his cock tighter than the gloves she’d stripped him of. Was hotter than the fire before them. She was so wet and slick. Twitching and pulsing.

He lost his senses as he worked his hips. Plunging into her. Rhythmic jerks. Rolling pleasure. He was only aware of Miranda pushing in tandem, spurring him on, forcing him deeper and harder. Her cries drove him daft. He was surrounded by her thick scent, her warmth, her desire.

He braced his hands against the ground, caging her, pressing her torso into her cloak. He buried his nose in her neck, sucking in her sweet scent as he dragged his cock in and out of her wet channel. The pleasure was brutal, almost agony. She was so fucking tight, searing hot, and trembling everywhere. He could feel every twitch and pulse. Her core gripped him so hard he saw stars.

Her honey scent was maddening and thick in his nose. Her body was hot and damp against his.

He picked up the tempo, and she begged for more. Pleaded. Writhed. Her limbs went taut. He dug his fingers into the cave floor, claws piercing deep into the soil and rock. His jaw slacked and trembled. Dripping.

He wanted to bite so fucking bad. To taste the salt of her skin. To feel her pulse against his tongue. The need burst from him in a guttural growl that trembled through his stomach.

Miranda let out a harsh cry and her pussy clenched around him, halting his thrusts. She slammed her hot ass into his groin, grinding her soft skin against him as she fell into bliss and exploded with an orgasm.

He gave that to her. He did. She was trembling and bucking and bliss wrecked because of him. His ecstasy mounted, coiling deep and tight in his stomach. Working spirals of heat up into his throat.

She was fucking screaming hisname.

Thundering raw bliss exploded as he came and his sight winked out. He was mindless. It was all he could do not to collapse and crush Miranda under him. The pleasure was searing hot, raw, and he wanted more.

He hooked his arm around her soft, trembling thighs so he could hold her tight against his cock, spear her as deep as he could. He wanted her to feel every tiny twitch and pulse. To know what pleasure she was giving him and give it in return.

She ground into him again, arching her back, “Ooh, yes, Govek.”

Hope speared him as his release tapered. He worked an arm up around her waist, cleaving her to him. She was still trembling and her orgasm was still clenching his cock. Her breathing and heart rate were erratic, but they matched his own.

Govek buried his face in her gorgeous hair and basked in her scent. Imprinted it inside him. Even if she rejected him, he would forever hold it within.

Fades, have mercy. He would do anything they willed if they would whisper his praises into her mind and convince her to stay at his side. Just for a bit longer. For a few more days.

But Miranda came back to her senses far too soon and his stomach plummeted as she shifted away from his embrace. He knew what would come next—swift redressing, harsh complaints, and reproach and disgust in her eyes as she realized who she’d given her body to.

He moved to his side so she could more easily escape, unwilling to keep her prisoner if she wanted to go. She sat up slightly, her movements slow.

She turned to face him and fell back into his embrace.

Govek froze, uncertain as she cuddled his chest. The mingled scent of their mutual release was dizzying. He carefully trailed his fingers through her hair, down her back, over the wonderful curve of her ass.

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