Page 40 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

My bride blooms under my touch, her orgasm shivering outward until her head tips back, her sweet mouth offering delicious cries to the sky. I lick and lick, working her sweet spot until I wring every last bit of pleasure from her. Then I lick some more.

My hands spread and lift her more fully to my mouth, allowing me to slide lower and find the very heart of her sex. I lap at her juices, tart and sweet on my tongue, like the most luscious of berries flavored just for me.

I plunge my tongue into her, groaning as her inner muscles clamp tight. I’m completely enchanted. She’s going to feel exquisite on my cock.

My erection bobs and jerks, impatient that it’s being ignored. Yet this time is for her, my moon bound, an apology written into her skin via pleasure.

I work my tongue in and out of her, fluttering the tip over every spot it can reach until I find one that makes her gasp. A grin stretches my cheeks as I look up the rich swells of her stomach and breasts to enjoy her hanging above me, her hands still gripping the wooden stick exactly as I left them. She is mine to enjoy as I wish.

Mine to please.

I tease her with my tongue, then pull back to suck at the lips of her sex and flick over her sensitive nub. When she’s gasping and whimpering, her thighs trembling against my cheeks, I return to her core, fucking her with my tongue exactly as my greedy cock wishes to plunge inside.

“Dravarr!” My name’s never sounded sweeter than now, called out in pure need.

I will make her say it exactly this way every day for the rest of my life.

The rich scent of her arousal perfumes the air, filling my lungs, and I breathe deep, wanting more of it, wanting everything.

Burying my tongue deep within her, I curl the tip to brush over the place she likes so well, my thumb finding the sweet spot at the top of her sex. Working her between both places, I don’t let up, no matter how strongly she squirms. I like it. I like that her strong body fights for its pleasure even if I’ve trapped her hands.

Ashley’s juices coat my face, and her soft whimpers of pleasure fill my ears. Her entire body quivers. She hangs on the very edge for long seconds as I stretch the moment into a tease.

At the very last possible second, I brush my thumb harder over her nub, and her muscles lock around my tongue, pulsing with pleasure as she screams her release to the heavens.

Once I remove my pants, I pull my bride down my body, releasing her hands from the broom and letting it fall to the ground. She clings to me, still trembling as I drag the thumb that stroked her sweet spot over her bottom lip, imagining it’s my cock.

Her eyes flutter at half mast, her soft smile happy and satiated, and pride fills my chest to know I pleased her well.

I kiss her bewitching pink mouth.

Then I have her legs wrap around my waist so I can pull the dress over her head. The top bit of pink fabric is a mess of complex straps, and I growl as I fight with it, almost ready to ignore her earlier wishes and shred the annoying thing to fully free her.

“Wait.” She lifts a languid hand to gesture behind her. “There’s a clasp in the middle of the back.”

I release it and pull the pink material free from where it wraps under her generous breasts. When she’s finally naked but for her glowing necklace, I cradle her to me and walk into the pond. The sunlight has beamed down on the clearing all day, heating the water.

My bride stirs against me, and I soothe her, stroking a hand down her back. “Shh. I’m going to take care of you.”

The water’s cool around my feet in the middle of the pond, but the upper part’s deliciously warm. I bend my knees enough to cover us to our shoulders and have her tip her head back. Scooping water with one palm, I pour handfuls over her floating hair, wetting it until it lays down her back in a darkened fall.

Ashley sighs, leaning back to float. Her bottom brushes over my erection, and her eyes fly open. “I forgot about you!”

“Which is how it should be. You learned to fly today. This evening is all about you.” It’s not the full truth—I can’t explain why I haven’t yet earned the right to my own pleasure—but it’s the truth I’m willing to offer her at this time.

“But—”

“No buts,” I growl.

My bride laughs, high and light, pulling a grin from me, too.

In the faint light of dawn, Ashley rolls in my arms. As we’ve done every night, we went to sleep with me curled around her, my arm wrapped tight, keeping her from floating away. Yet last night, I held her skin to skin, the glorious wealth of her tucked into my body in the most alluring fashion that kept me erect all night.

Now that it’s morning, my bride no longer flies, pressing against me with a wonderful fullness. She uses her body weight now, her small hands pushing at me until I’m on my back. My greater strength means I could resist easily, but I do not.

Her nipples trace twin lines of fire as she slides down my body.

“What?” My voice comes out sleep rough and harsh, and I reach for her, my hand sinking into her soft, sunrise hair.

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