Page 37 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

“I earned my main piercings the day I completed my initial warrior training as a teen.” I give a strong tug, grunting at the feel of it. “Upon turning eighteen, I studied how to pleasure a woman and earned my stud.”

It activates at her nearness. The round ball of metal mounted right above my cock shivers, and flickers of blue chase over the silver surface as its magic begins to work. The metal grows pliable, reaching toward her.

“What’s it doing?” Her eyes latch onto it.

“It’s trying to discover what your sensitive pearl likes best, so it can do it when I’m buried inside you.” The tip of the reaching tentacle forms a little ball, and it vibrates, the sensation travelingback down to me and straight to my balls, which tighten. My hips jerk forward as a moan escapes my lips.

She gasps, her face flushing with color. While my bride watches me with enraptured eyes, I bring the fingers I buried inside her to my mouth and lick, relishing her taste, sweet and salt and female andmine.

“By the goddess, you taste divine,” I groan and fist my cock harder with my other hand. Each tug pulls on the piercings, adding an extra layer to my excitement, and I’m so aroused creamy fluid flows continuously.

But what really stokes my desire is the way her eyes feast on my erection, her lips opening into an O of want. Fuck, I want to shove the thick head of my cock between them, feel her tongue work on me the way it licks her lips. I want to make her drink my orc seed straight from the source until she begs me to take her.

Her little hand drifts down her body. I wore her out, wrung every orgasm possible from her small human frame until I felt the Faerie-Fruit spell slip from her. So whatever’s happening now is purely Taylor.

My cock leaps at the thought, jerking in my hand.

She truly does want me.

I knew she must on some level. Faerie Fruit cannot make you feel something false—it simply unlocks and heightens what’s already there.

But to see her lust for me once free of the fruit’s influence… That’s far headier than any spell.

My hand speeds up as she begins to pleasure herself, her little fingers busy under the stretched purple lace.

“I’m going to lick you there until you scream my name. Then I’ll lick you some more.”

She shudders, her pink lips opening as she sucks in huge gulps of breath.

“Then I’m going to put that pretty little mouth of yours to work.” I grunt and grip harder as pleasure burns along my nerves. “You’re going to swallow my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

She nods, the movement jerky, her gaze never leaving my erection.

“Tell me,” I grit out. “Tell me you’ll swallow my cock.”

“I will,” she gasps. “I want it. I want to be your good girl.”

Such simple words, but hearing them changeseverything.

Pleasure spirals down my spine and through my tingling, tight balls to explode from my cock in a fountain of fluid. My hips pump, driving my length into my hand as if it were her sweet, hot body. I roar out my release.

And my bride comes with me, her high cries joining with mine in a perfect duet of delight.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Taylor

I slump back on the furs, unable to move if I wanted to, which I don’t.

God, I should probably be embarrassed. I just masturbated with Krivoth! And that’safterhe fingered me to three mind-blowing orgasms. And all while he called me his good girl.

Thank god, I don’t have any strength left for embarrassment.

Not even when he returns to the tent with the cleaning cloth and pulls my hand free of my panties—I hadn’t even had the strength to do that much. Instead of using the cloth, though, he brings my hand to his mouth, and his dark eyes watch me as he sucks on first one finger, then the next. His tongue swirls wantonly around each, making me remember how he promised to go down on me and lick me.

I find energy enough to squirm, my clit tingling as an aftershock ripples through me.

“You taste divine,” he growls.

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