Page 41 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

“My turn.” She grins up at me, her eyes dancing as she settles between my thighs.

I grit my teeth on the protest that immediately leaps to my tongue. I can’t explain that I haven’t yet earned the right to pleasure without admitting I hid our marriage because I initially found her unworthy. Once I woo her perfectly, such things won’t matter.

My betrayal of her, of the trust the goddess put in me to love and cherish my bride, makes me try to protest, nonetheless. “You don’t have—”

Ashley’s small hands wrap around the base of my cock. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive head, and a wave of orc seed spills out.

I grunt, hips bucking, as a wave of delicious pleasure spikes through me.

Fuck, I’m a horrible man. No amount of principles will goad me into stopping her now.

My fingers tighten in her hair, holding her close, and she offers me a triumphant grin and licks again.

“God, you make so much fluid, and it tastes sweet!” She squirms against the furs. “And I feel…”

“Orc seed is plentiful and an aphrodisiac. It prepares our partners for our great size.”

“Yeah. You’ve sure got that going on.” Her hands squeeze my girth, and more creamy fluid pours out. She runs her hands up and down, using the seed to wet my length. Then her tongue teases down the line of barbell piercings, flicking each one in a jolt of pressure and sensation. “So tell me about these.”

“I received them at sixteen, the day I completed my warrior training.”

“So that’s what all of your piercings mean?” Another maddening flick of her tongue. “That you’re a warrior?”

“No,” I grunt, the words emerging from between gritted teeth. “I got my stud at eighteen once I finished my lessons on how to please a woman.”

She pauses for a moment, peering around the side of my erection. Her finger traces over the silver metal of the stud. “I can feel the magic.”

“Yes. It’s reacting to you, ready to give you pleasure.” It will stimulate her sensitive nub when I’m buried inside her. Bluelight flickers across the surface, and the metal flows, reaching for her as she pulls her finger away. “I imbued this stud myself, using my metal-working magic.”

“Will it help me suck your cock?” That mischievous glint fills her eyes again.

“No,” I growl, her bold words casting a spell of lust over me.

“Then I better get back to it.” Her smile stretches wide as she swallows the head of my erection in the hot, wet delight of her mouth.

I am undone, the pleasure so intense I almost spill like an untried teen. My fingers tangle in her hair, my hips lifting. It takes every bit of my warrior discipline to fight the reaction of my body. I’ve been held in a prolonged state of arousal for so many hours, it’s almost impossible to do.

But I’m greedy. I want more of this.

More of my bride’s fascinatingly pink lips stretched wide by my cock.

Her head bobs as she swallows more of me, her teeth clicking against the first barbells. My moon bound releases me with a pop, her eyes wide with surprise. “Sorry! I’ve never… with piercings…” Her hand flutters, waving at my length.

“It didn’t hurt,” I hurry to assure her. “Orcs are made strong and tough. If anything, the intense tug only made my pleasure greater.”

All of her enthusiasm immediately returns, her beautiful face brightening like a sunrise. “Great!”

She licks her way up my cock, teasing each of my piercings before dipping her tongue into the slit at the top, lapping up the milky fluid pouring out.

Sensation washes over me, my balls already growing tight.

My bride shifts to straddle my leg, undulating against my calf until it’s painted with the wetness of her sex. The more ofmy seed she ingests, the stronger the aphrodisiac effect, and the thought of her squirming with need makes me wild.

My hips buck, and her hands tighten their grip on me, the delicious pressure zinging through my balls. I pant for breath, scenting her arousal mixed with the smell of my seed, the combination filling my chest with a primal possessiveness that makes my heart race.

“Ashley, my br—” Fuck. I almost forgot myself and called her my bride. She looks up to meet my eyes, her mouth still wrapped around my cock, and the sight almost undoes me. “My beauty, I’m close.”

She bobs harder, her tongue flat over my piercings so she can move quickly without catching them with her teeth.

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