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It’s heady, to command her pleasure, to work her body as I will. I’ve never felt this with anyone—never had it offered, especially not as sweetly as Taylor gives herself over to me so completely. I stroke over her with my tongue, making her sing a song of want. I’ll never be able to give her up, to give up this glorious feeling of control that only makes me want her more.

Makes me need her.

Her taste calls to me, her scent growing riper, and I can no longer deny myself. I brush my thumb over her entrance, testing her slickness. “You’re such a good girl, all wet and eager for me. I’m going to lick you here, and you’re going to come for me.”

“Oh, yes,” she breathes out, then bites at her lip, drawing my eyes to the dark-pink flesh swollen from being stretched by my cock.

A growl rumbles deep in my chest, a primal feeling of possession washing over me.

Mine.

I finally have something that is truly mine.

I press my mouth to her, whispering my devotion with every caress of my lips and tongue, a silent language spoken body to body. The taste of her arousal mixes with the sounds of her delight, spurring me on. I lap at her, bringing her every bit of pleasure I can wring from her small human body.

“Oh, god. Oh, Krivoth!” Her hands tug at her nipples. “Please.”

I bury my tongue in her, delighting in the way her inner walls clamp tight around me. She’s going to feel so amazing on my cock. I tug at my needy erection, ignoring its demands for more, and scoop up another handful of orc seed. Then I smooth it down my bride’s stomach and through the crisp patch of hair to stroke it over her sensitive nub.

My tongue curls upward, the tip dancing over that spot she likes inside, and Taylor screams, her hips lifting, her back bowed as she shakes with pleasure.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Taylor

Krivoth pulls me back into the warm water and cradles me to his chest. The heat pouring over my sensitized sex and nipples sends aftershocks racing through me. I give a little gasp, and he growls, squeezing me closer, his firm muscles delicious against me.

Even though I just orgasmed, I already want him again, this time inside me. My hand glides down to find his cock, hard and slick with thick orc seed.

“Please,” I beg, the heat of the aphrodisiac burning away any lingering embarrassment over my neediness. Plus, I trust Krivoth. He’s taken control exactly as I’ve asked, without ever crossing the line. I trust him to push me, but only far enough to give what I want. What I need. “I want you in me.”

A deep growl rumbles through his wide chest and directly into my body, more felt than heard. “It will be awkward in the water. Normally, I could stand and hold you like I did last time, but…” His hand waves toward his thigh.

“Not with your injury,” I agree. “Come to the cave with me. I got it ready.” I’m now glad for all of my earlier hurried preparations.

I turn in his arms and step out onto one of the hot spring’s stairs, climbing up out of the water in front of him. I can feel his eyes on my butt, and I give it an extra wiggle before looking back over my shoulder with a grin.

His face wears the look of admiration I hoped for. He really does make me feel incredibly sexy for the first time in my life.

I wait for him at the edge of the pool. As he said, the bandage still clings to his thigh, looking as pristine as when I placed it. That’s good, because it means I can focus on the important things, like his thick dick, which is so heavy it bobs with each step. I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. I have no idea how it’s going to fit, but damned if I’m not gonna try. Or as Yoda says, there is no try. There’s only do.

And I’m gonnadoKrivoth, no matter what it takes.

We step over our discarded clothes and walk around to the hidden opening, with his arm over my shoulders and me doing my best to help support his weight. Inside, the glow-stone lit cave is just as I left it with the bed ready and waiting. It’s the most privacy we’ve had since we met. “What do you think?”

Krivoth turns me to face him, his face serious. “I think you’re amazing.”

Then his knees hit the furs, and he pulls me down with him. We end up in a familiar position, him on his back and me on top, just like all those times I knocked us over.

Only this time we’re naked, and his dick leaks aphrodisiac fluid all over my thighs.

I smile down at him and give an experimental wiggle, bending my knees so my shins won’t touch his injury.

He growls and buries his hand in my damp hair, pulling me down for a scorching kiss that’s all lips, tongues, and tusks. When we break apart, panting for breath, he says, “You will ride me.”

It’s not a question—it’s a command, one that leaves me tingling.

“Yes.”

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