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He snarled, drove himself into me faster, once, twice… and stilled, buried deep inside my core. A new pressure was building up inside me, and I gasped, my mouth wide open with shock. Suddenly, without a warning, I reached another peak, my tunnel sucking Urgan’s cock deeper with powerful throbbing.

My shaking arms and legs gave, no longer able to support me. I fell on my face exhausted, fuzzy… exhilarated. As I fell, Urgan’s cock slid out of me, followed by a sticky gush of his milky seed.

It covered my inner thighs and spread underneath me in a puddle, and I could do nothing but lie in the viscous warmth. I was spent.

“The strong and fertile orc seed, huh?” I asked and giggled. I tried to flip over to lie on my back, but my arms were too weak.

Urgan lied down next to me and turned me so my back was to his chest. He kissed the top of my head or maybe just smelled my hair – I wasn’t sure – and whispered words that slipped past me, too quiet to catch. I slept.

Chapter 17

Urgan

He should have been tired and spent, but he wasn’t. Urgan was a fighter and a conqueror who usually found exhilaration on the battlefield. But marking Una and mating with her turned out to be another type of conquest. Now, it invigorated him even more than a victory in battle.

The sight of his seed on her skin filled him with vicious pride. It whetted his appetite for more.

The sounds of creatures buzzing and chirping around him were a steady source of reassurance while Urgan focused on Una sleeping in his arms. Her lips were pink and parted, her breathing deep and restful. Urgan was simply holding her, drinking in her heartbeat and the warmth of her skin. She was alive. Safe.

His.

And he was far from done with her. That first mating had been too quick for Urgan’s liking, if very satisfying. He would much rather explore Una leisurely, tasting her, watching her reactions. There were a myriad caresses and touches he wanted to try just to see what she would like.

Myriads of things he wanted to do to see whatheliked with her. Already, he was thinking about some of them, licking his lips with anticipation.

The curiosity added to his lust and his cock was far from deflating.

But she was exhausted. He would let her sleep for a short while until she ground herself into him again like she had done that first night. Then, he had held back. Now, he didn’t have to.

Time passed. The sun moved closer to the horizon. Finally, Una stirred in Urgan’s arms, moaning his name in her sleep. Pushing her butt against his cock and arching her back.

He didn’t need another invitation.

Slowly, carefully, he slid inside her wet tunnel. Una moaned, writhing in his arms, and he held her tight. The pleasure of being inside her, in such a narrow yet slick passage, almost made Urgan cross-eyed.

No orc female had ever given him such pleasure.

Una whimpered in his arms, wriggling her hips, and Urgan rocked into her, his thrusts even and unhurried. Exploring. Leisurely. He grinned when she pushed her hips closer to him, impatient and demanding even in her sleep. Yet, he didn’t pick up the pace.

He raised himself on one elbow, watching her face as he thrust into her. Her eyes were closed and scrunched up, her mouth wide open and panting. Urgan reached over her hip and dipped into her sweet wetness, searching for her pleasure button.

Una moaned louder, opening her eyes. She froze for a moment, breathing hard. There was an adorable look of confusion on her face, and then recognition. She looked up at him, moaning his name, and Urgan suddenly knew he would never get tired of this. Never get tired of her.

This time, he took his time, filling her completely, wrenching orgasms out of her, and each time she shattered in ecstasy from his touch, it was a victory.

Later, they washed themselves and their clothes, swimming in the lake in the velvet luminosity of twilight. The clouds were reflected in the silvery water, their edges still glowing with the last rays of the sun that had just set.

Una at twilight looked like a creature out of myth. A daughter of air and shadow. A living temptation, a fairy or a witch. And she was his.

When the sky darkened, glimmering with stars, he let her sleep wrapped up in his spare furs while he stayed awake, keeping watch. They were so close to the capital and near a relatively busy track, but he wasn’t about to take his chances. Una was his to protect.

She woke later in the night and offered to stay awake while he slept.

“No, it’s my responsibility to protect you,” said Urgan. “Not the other way round.”

Una scoffed at that.

“And how you protect me when you no sleep? Even strong Urgan get weak from no sleep.”

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