Page 31 of Lost to the Orcs

“Tell you a secret?”

“Hmmm.” I hum. “As long as it’s tasty.”

He chuckles deep in his chest and it rumbles into my body as he pulls me in closer. He bends nearly at the waist to conspiratorially whisper in my ear, “You tastemuchsweeter.”

I gasp, a pink flush flooding my cheeks to my ears. “U’snar!” I squeak scandalized, looking around us to make sure no one overheard.

“No one is about. Like theyer eatin ‘he mid or late meals.” A soft growl flows over the air causing goosebumps to appear across all of my skin. His accent thick and rolling. “Is good. For am vera hungry, Li’l Lost.”

I lick my suddenly extremely dry lips. “I-I thought we’d wait for Jaedason.”

He hums that approving and thoughtful sound. “He weel no’ mind I treat myself. I ken he would like t’ taste you by himself too.” He easily lifts me up, one palm on my ass, the other cradling the back of me, his large hand cupping my neck and head. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms cling to his neck. He leans his head into his mark and breaths. I suck in a gasp, as his tongue laves at the sensitive spot before he nips a trail up to my ear. He lays me down on my back beneath him on my nest. He pulls away enough to look me in the eyes. “You, beau’iful, Sunkissed, mine.” My pupils dilate and my cheeks flush with color. I love when he calls me those names. “Allow me t’ worship you.”

I mew a soft moan, “Always, U’snar.” His groan is a borderline growl and it makes me practically gush and clench around empty air. “Worship me. Love me. Please.”

This time, U’snar takes his sweet time.

Usually, he feels to be the most in a rush. Not because hewantsto finish quickly and leave but because he seems unable to helphimself. He’s impatient but giving. He doesn’t rush me. Though, my body probably rushes him more than he could ever try to rush me. In the end, he wishes to taste me coming apart around him. And I gladly oblige him.

U’snar begins with my face. He lays gentle kisses and light caresses with his claws across my cheekbones, my nose, and eyes. His tongue gently licks my lower lip, his kisses begging me to open my mouth. I do, on a soft sigh and our tongues glide against each other. It builds slowly into an erotic dance of both of us tasting the other. Delving deeply into the others sweetness. My lungs ache but, as I tilt my head to the side to try and taste more of him, I don’t care. I could gladly die just kissing him.

He pulls away, both of us breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes. I love the golden honey that is melting upon my skin, filling me with his sunshine and warmth. “It is my turn.” He starts to undress me. Slowly and for his eyes alone.

“For what?” I give him my sexiest sultriest smile.

“To kiss your skin.” He starts to kiss across my face from cheek to cheek, over the bridge of my nose. Kisses each of my ears in several different spots and even directly upon another kiss. As if he’s trying to kiss each individual freckle on my skin. He trails his lips down my neck and begins the process all over again against those across my shoulders and collarbone.

Aching whimpers claw their way from my throat, filling the air with my heady need. My hands are in his thick beautiful hair. I don’t care about worship anymore. I don’t care about delicate care. I just want his lips on mine and him wrapped up inside me. But he ignores my tugging. In fact, when I get too fierce, he takes my hands in one of his and lifts both of my arms above my head. I moan when it lifts my aching breasts into the air, tips pointed and hard enough to cut glass.

His eyes zero in on them and he grins widely. His tusks gleaming in the firelight. “I remember, you said you were Sunkissed elsewhere. I forgot to check during your heat. But I see you meant here too.” He licks a nipple. The roughness of his tongue not unlike sandpaper only not painful. I wiggle beneath him hoping to dislodge myself somehow. Maybe then I can take him by surprise and—A keening cry fills the air around us, my sex clenches with a desperate gush of need. He chuckles as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. His unoccupied hand pinchingand pulling on the other. His tongue laps at my nipple, his mouth tugging and pulling it. Nipping and kissing with his teeth.

With a pop, he switches places with his hand. I grip his hair tightly in my own, not even realizing that he’d let go of my hands. Trying to pull him up, take him away, push him closer. Oh god. Heat fills me, pooling in my belly and tightening like a knot. Stones tossed into a lake causing endless ripples and quakes. My thighs clench as tightly as my pussy, my head shifts restlessly from side to side as I gasp and cry. I’ve never been this close just from my nipples. Ever. “Please!” I beg, my whimpers devastated.

He lifts his head, leisurely licking my nipple in long strokes, causing my back to arch. I want more but not there. He follows my guidance at his own pace. Kissing his way down between my breasts over my ribs he nips them as I arch my back, swirling his tongue in a soft caress to soothe the bite. He continues with his tongue and kisses to my navel where he swirls and dips inside in a mock imitation of his cock and my cunt.

Without warning, he lifts my legs, my thighs in each of his hands, and lets them lay against his shoulders as he devours me.

His stubble rubs against either thigh, scrapping me. Marking me. He takes his time around me. Biting oh so gently on my labia before dipping his tongue directly into my center, only to slip it up and up. He deposits his saliva and my cream over my clit. Gently, he tongues me. Listening to my cries. My soft whimpers. He learns every nuance of my nub. Listening to me beg for so much more. Please please. Oh god yessss. He thrusts two fingers inside my needy channel. In and out and in. Curling and twisting inside me. The buildup. I feel every inch of me pulling tighter and tighter. He bends his fingers to rub the one spot within me I’d never been able to touch with my own hands. “Come for me, beau’iful. Soak me in youer nectar.”

“U’snar!” I scream before trying to curl around his head. My thighs trembling as I crest over the threshold. He rides me through it, taking more from me as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out massaging that bundle of nerves with every outward pull. And his tongue circles and presses on me from the outside, flicking me roughly on each inward thrust of his fingers and I fall so much faster the second time around.

When my climaxes recede and I’m lying beneath him, breathinghard and feeling near exhaustion, I see his gorgeous cock bobbing above me. There’s so much precum that it’s like a leaky faucet spilling into my abdomen and down down down.

He lines himself up, his prick nudging my entrance. Kissing me so very intimately without actually penetrating. He takes my calves in either of his hands, before thrusting forward. His bulbous head stretches my entrance and a silent scream of pleasure makes me arch my back and stretch my neck, my mouth agape.

Without the heat it is a pleasurable pain. He’s so thick and I want him so badly to just say fuck the ramifications, and ram his gorgeous flesh into me. But I know U’snar. He’d never willingly hurt me and right now he is worshiping the air that I breath and going slower than molasses spilled in a chilled room.

The head finds its way within, he thrusts forward only to get an inch or so within, my cunt clenches on him and he groans. “Beau’iful.” He pulls agonizingly slowly out until only the head is within once more and I’m whimpering and whining. Begging and pleading to whoever can hear me. More. More. He slams forward and I cry out, my very breath leaving with my shout. “Sunkissed.” His eyes devour me. Lingering on any love bites he littered across my body. My shoulder, my breast, my ribs, my hip. My skin burns with his gaze. As he does this, he pulls out again nearly all the way before slamming forward. My breast jiggling, my air gone, my body stuffed to full. I claw the bedding beneath me as I gasp for air. “Mine.” The wildness within his gaze lets me know he’s reached his limit. I am his. Every inch. Every morsel that makes me, me, is his. And with every inward thrust he mimes the claim again and again.

I whip my head from side to side. The crescendo happening without my orchestration. U’snar is the male behind the music. I am merely his instrument to play with as he wishes.

As I’m nearing the climax, the beautiful beginning of this wonderful end, I hear it. A growl so deep and full of pure need my gaze skitters from U’snar to look at the opposite wall. Jaedason leans against the wall, staring at me, at my body being pounded into next Tuesday. His thick delicious cock in his fist. He strokes from base to tip, his hand coated and soaked in his precum.

A growl above me. “Mine.” U’snar takes my chin in his hand and turns my gaze back to him. “Right now, you are Mine.” Our eyes lock,him claiming my gaze for his own. My cries for him alone. My song, just for him.

I scream his name, my pussy spamming around him. Begging for him to cum and fill me with his seed. He thrusts once, twice, and finally a third time against the suction of my center before surrendering to its wishes and spilling inside me, his roar mingling with another and momentarily deafening me.

He collapses forward, using his forearms to take the weight of his body so he doesn’t crush me as his cock jerks and sputters inside. I moan each time I feel it, his body shuddering and gently rocking inside.

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