Page 24 of The Orc's Stolen Bride

She mewled and her small hands clutched at his back as he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Wulf," she mumbled.

"Yessss," he hissed and slid his cock against her hot, slick folds.

"So big," she whispered but her nails dug into his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist as she drew him closer.

The head of his cock bumped against her tight opening and she jerked beneath him with a startled gasp. He started to pull back, but she tightened her legs around his waist.

"No, don't stop. Please don't stop."

He pushed again, the head of his cock breaching her, and her inner walls gripped him, trying to keep him from penetrating any further.

"Kari," he gasped, a warning.

"Please," she whispered and bit his ear.

His hips jerked forward, the head of his cock slipping deeper into her tight little fitti and the band at the base of his cock throbbed. She was hot and wet and perfect and he struggled to keep from plunging in deeper.

"Again," he commanded, and she bit him again.

The sharp, sudden pain made him growl and he pushed in further, another inch as she panted beneath him, her heels digging into his back, but she kept her lips pressed against his ear.

"Mine," she whispered, and bit him again.

He plunged forward, burying himself in her tight sheath and she cried out, her whole body shaking. He forced himself to pull back, then watched her face as he inched back in. She winced slightly at the intrusion, and he forced himself to go even slower. She was so small, he thought wildly, then realized that she was biting her lip.

"Am I hurting you?"

"N-no."

She didn't sound as certain as he would have liked, and he reached between their bodies, finding her swollen clit. He stroked his thumb across it and she gasped, and then she was coming, her body convulsing around him, milking him in an impossibly tight grip and all efforts at control vanished.

He roared her name and thrust into her, his hips jerking wildly against her until he buried himself to the hold with one final plunge, his knot expanding, locking them together as pulse after pulse of seed poured into her.

When he could finally breathe again, he looked down at her. She was limp and dazed, her lips parted and her eyes glazed.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked again, but this time her smile was lazy and sated.

"No. That was perfect."

"My gemshin," he whispered. "My mate."

"Yours," she agreed, and smiled again.

The next morning, he strode towards the training ground, at peace with the world. More than at peace - happier than he'd ever been.

As he approached, he spotted Egon demonstrating a complex combat move to one of the younger warriors, and he paused to watch, admiring his brother's skill and patience as he walked the young orc through each step of the maneuver.

Despite Egon's fearsome appearance, the younger warriors always seemed at ease around him during these lessons. He could see the respect in their eyes as they watched Egon's every move, but his brother seemed oblivious to their admiration, focused solely on the task at hand.

When his brother stepped back to observe two orcs practicing the move, he seized the opportunity to join him. They stood side by side, silently watching the sparring match for a few moments.

Egon glanced at him, frowning slightly before a knowing look passed over his face, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You look happy this morning," he remarked, his tone a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

He couldn't contain the smile that spread across his face. His brother did indeed know him well, and there was no point in trying to hide his joy.

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