Page 48 of The Orc's Bride

“Turn around.”

My breath hitched as my body obeyed him instantly. My back was to him now, his rigid cock, a spot of warmth in the cool water, pressing into my spine. Urgan lowered his hands into the water, bringing them up to my face again, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheek, the line of my jaw.

His hands dipped under the water again, cupping my breasts. I gasped. Urgan’s calloused fingers slid over my nipples once, twice. An emptiness was opening inside me, an agonizing longing that only he could satisfy.

My legs were shaking.

I had been wanting him for so long, it seemed, that his every touch felt so much more potent. Urgan’s fingers were circling my nipples, which had hardened almost painfully. It felt as if a taut chain was connecting my nipples and my core, pulling on them. With every flick of Urgan’s thumb, the chain became tighter and tighter.

I mewled, and he raised one hand to my lips, running his finger along the edge of my teeth.

I was becoming a shuddering mess.

“Urgan… This is torture…” I breathed, pressing myself more firmly into him.

He pinched my nipple too hard, and I moaned in pain. Pain that was tinted with ecstatic pleasure. The coil in my core wound up even tighter. I mewled, and then closed my mouth around Urgan’s finger, suckling it.

Urgan growled, and his cock twitched against my skin.

“Wait,” he said and stepped back.

I turned just as he was disappearing under the water with a splash. I watched the surface of the lake, waiting for him to emerge. But the water was still, only the light wind rippling it, sending sparks of sunlight into the air.

The water moved around me, and Urgan’s hand grabbed my buttock, squeezing. I jumped and moved my hands under the water, trying to catch him, but he was gone. A moment later, he emerged next to me.

“Enough bathing,” he said, water trickling down his head. “Come. I’ll make you my wife.”

He put his hand on my lower back, just where it was curving into my butt, and pushed me towards the shore. We walked out of the lake, water splashing around us, and Urgan picked me up, his hands under my buttocks.

I wrapped my legs around him, pressing my hot center into him, rubbing myself shamelessly against his green skin.

He was carrying me fast now, and I grabbed his head, pulling his lips closer to mine.

Urgan kissed me without hesitation, and I opened myself to him, letting his tongue plunder my mouth. I was devouring him just as he was devouring me, and the tension in my body was making me shake uncontrollably.

Two more steps, and we were by Urgan’s cape. He lowered me onto it without breaking the kiss, and with another growl that vibrated deep inside me, he spread my legs open with one hand.

I cried out when his fingers touched my exposed core. They dived between my folds, spreading my sleek wetness around, caressing my nub. I was mewling and moaning into Urgan’s mouth, my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

His cock pressed into my thigh, twitching and pulsing with desire. I twisted in Urgan’s grip, spreading my legs wider, reaching for him.

I stroked along his length, hesitantly at first. Urgan groaned into my mouth, his fang catching on my lip. I tasted blood. He groaned again, thrusting into my hand. His cock was a living, warm thing in my grasp, and I stroked it more eagerly now.

Urgan’s finger entered me and I arched into his hand, so close to the brink it was maddening.

He moved his finger inside me in circles, pushing against my walls. Opening me wider. My head fell back, and I moaned. My knees were shaking so badly now. And he would enter me soon, I knew. It was happening. An orc cock would be inside me. Urgan’s cock.

He slipped another finger in my heat, and I cried out. His fingers were thick. For a moment, it was unpleasant, an unfamiliar pressure pushing against my body. But the pleasure from his touch, from his closeness, from his thumb circling my nub consumed me, dulling the pain. I stretched around his fingers, getting used to the girth, opening for him.

“I want to mark you before we mate,” he said, his voice so low and dark my toes curled.

I looked into his face. Urgan’s eyes were wild, his teeth bared in a horrible, unsettling grimace. Threatening. Dangerous.

Consumed with passion.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“It will hurt,” he said, his voice strained, his eyes boring into mine.

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