Page 17 of The Orc's Wife

Without a word, he dipped his head back, but now he was licking the skin of my inner thigh, and I was ready to go mad from his teasing.

“Urgan!”

He bit my inner thigh, and I screamed from the unexpected pain – and the even less expected pleasure it gave me, making my core clench and pulse around sucking emptiness.

I needed him inside me.

He was licking my wound now, growling quietly, and it was as if a rabid animal was feasting on me, the sounds he was making so beastly, so devoid of reason…

I tried to edge closer, to push my core against his mouth, but he wouldn’t let me. Lick after lick kept me rising higher, my body now covered with beads of sweat, my mind going hazy. Every thought fled under Urgan’s assault until I could only think and feelhim.

After an eternity, he stopped for a moment, looking at my exposed core with hungry eyes, and I trembled, waiting for him to go back to tasting it. I knew as soon as his tongue passed over the throbbing folds, I would explode…

But when Urgan lowered his head, he didn’t relieve my tension. Instead, he started on my second thigh, so close to my core that I couldalmostfeel his every touch in my nub. He was licking and scraping my skin with his fangs. I was reduced to wordless moaning and whimpering, my hands shaking now, my legs helpless in his grip.

Finally, Urgan rose and leaned over me, trapping my body under his still fully clothed one, the fabric of his clothes rubbing against my oversensitive skin. I stared up at him, my mouth wide open. I was panting, my chest rising and falling fast.

“You are mine,” Urgan repeated, and I nodded breathlessly.

I was. Yes, I was.

He nodded once, satisfied, and knelt back between my legs. His hands now traveled lower, spreading my buttocks… He licked me in one long stroke, from my back entrance right to my pulsing nub, and I shattered, the coiled tension bursting in an inferno of pleasure. I was shouting and cursing, and Urgan was still licking me through my orgasm, making my body twitch uncontrollably before him.

The pleasure was too much… and not enough.

He had promised he would fill me with his seed.

And now, he rose, taking off his britches. I licked my dry lips, watching him with apprehension. His erection appeared, so hard and throbbing its color was almost brown, not green. I was breathing fast, some of my fear still left, even though I had had this monstrous shaft buried inside me so many times, and it always fit.

But sometimes, it still hurt when he was entering me.

Urgan positioned himself between my legs, putting one of them up on his chest. He rubbed the head of his cock in my wet folds, growling low from pleasure, and the tension inside me was rising again as the large bulbous head glided over my sensitive nub.

Someone pounded on the door.

Urgan stilled, his cock pressed against my entrance. It would be inside if he moved just an inch.

The pounding resumed, and now there were shouts. I closed my eyes with a groan, and Urgan gave the harshest snarl I had ever heard him make.

“Stay here,” he said, putting on his britches and his belt.

He went to the anteroom, and even though no one would see me if they didn’t walk further inside, I still crawled under the furs and then tried to loosen the leather strap binding my wrists. Urgan hadn’t tied it up too tight, and I could pull it off my hands.

Quiet voices reached me, Urgan’s questions and a clipped voice of another orc male, and then Urgan was back, his face a thunder of fury.

“I must leave,” he said. “Stay, wife. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

I gave him a nod, deciding not to pester him with questions when he was obviously in a hurry. He needed to do important tasks out in the world, and I shouldn’t keep him.

Urgan left, the door shutting behind him with a final clang and a scrape of the key in the lock.

I fell back onto the bed, hoping that Mina had the key and would come see me. I was hungry, thirsty, and very crabby with unrelieved tension. Not a great combination for someone locked up in a dungeon on her own.

And I found I wasn’t even curious about what Urgan was doing, now that I finally realized I could do nothing to help him. He could take care of his own matters, and it was best that I didn’t try to interfere.

After all, my father had been right. A woman’s job was to take care of her husband and family. Maybe some women were skilled, and their intellect could rival men’s – I had certainly thought I was such a woman.

But now, I had been disabused of that notion.

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