Page 30 of How To Woo A Warrior Orc

“This is right and good,” he tells me. “Isn’t it, kal’aki ne?”

“What does that mean?” I manage, finally some rational thought returning.

He pulls out slightly, my body fighting to hold onto him, my fingernails scrabbling at his powerful, thick ass as he plunges back in.

Ga’Rek leans close, his tusks brushing against my ear. “My sweet. My heart. Sweetling.”

I arch my back, his hot seed beginning to fill me, the ache of the incredible pressure of his cock stretching me easing up. As the tension recedes, pleasure fills the place it’s left, and I moan, grinding my hips against him.

“Fuck, Piper, you are… fuck,” he moans, then grabs my other leg, holding both of my ankles with one hand.

He takes his time, and his snarl of pleasure, lip curled away from his tusks, makes me wild with delight.

I can hardly move, the assault from his cock and his hand keeping my legs and hips from seeking him out. Ga’Rek’s in total control of my body, and as his other hand reaches between us, rubbing my clit, I don’t think I’d want it any other way.

“Come for me. Milk my cock. Get all the cum you need,” he growls.

I’m senseless, floating, words I don’t understand but that somehow make perfect sense coming out of my mouth as he gently rubs my clit, his huge cock stretching me, filling me.

When I come, pleasure making me shake all over, he follows quickly.

He comes, and comes, and comes, so much fluid it’s hard to believe.

“There,” he finally grunts, thrusting again. “Now you will come again, and milk even more from me.”

I stare up at him, my mouth wide open, and then it hits me all at once—another massive climax, thanks to the properties of orc cum he said I’d be addicted to.

As I come down, slowly, exhausted, tired, wrought out, I have only one thought.

He was definitely, absolutely right.

There’s no way I’m going back to another male after this.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

GA’REK

What I told her is only half true.

She will be addicted to me, to these moments—but I’m already addicted to her.

Her soft sighs, the fragrance and taste of her delectable cunt. The way her body ripples around my cock.

The way her pretty blue eyes stare up at me in wonder and pleasure, the ruby red of her lips, swollen from giving me pleasure.

I hold her close, nuzzling the top of her head, and even that slightly sweaty musk of her just cements her grip on me even more.

She’s still pulsing around me, and I keep coming, the flow of it making her riper, her body opening up even more to me. Piper makes tiny noises of pleasure, mewling like a kitten, as she comes again, this time more gently, her whole body shaking with exhaustion.

Finally, I pull away from her, this meeting of our bodies coming to an end, but my bliss—our bliss—only beginning.

My seed flows from her, and I hold her legs wide, watching it with a possessive mania that surprises me with its strength.

“Look how good you are, my cum spilling out of you.” I run a finger through her sex, and she cries out as I stroke her precious bundle of nerves. Some primal part of me wants to shove all of it back inside her, to fill her up with it until she’s thick with my child.

That’s not me, though, and the thought jars me out of my post-sex haze.

“I should have asked you this before,” I say in a hushed voice. “But are you, could you?—”

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