Page 35 of His Orc Lady

“Orc women are very sensitive right at the opening of their, ah, their pussies,” I murmur. “It’s where the knot locks up, and it’s very pleasurable. There’s another spot, but it’s much deeper inside me. Your fingers won’t be able to reach it.”

My eyes widen as I come to a sudden realization that Owen’s cock might not be long enough either—not that it matters, as it’s the opening that’s the most important, like I said. I thought I saw something that day in the baths, the outline of a longer shape, but I don’t want to make him uncomfortable by asking.

Owen is frowning at me, though. “What’s a knot?”

I flop back on the bed, covering my face with my hands. Gods, I never imagined I’d be having this conversation while his fingers are still buried in my pussy, stroking me gently but firmly. He’s moved back to the soft, sensitive tissue at my opening, and it’s making it very hard for me to think.

“It’s-it’s a bulge on a male orc’s cock.” I rock my hips up in time with his strokes. “It locks inside?—”

I almost blurt out that it only happens between fated mates but bite my tongue. I’ve never experienced it—I always thought it would happen someday. But with Owen being my mate, it won’t. I don’t regret it, because I’ve enjoyed fucking without it, and most of all, I don’t want Owen to think he’s anylessfor not having it.

He’s still frowning at me, though he keeps moving his fingers, holding me right at the edge. “Can you come without it? Without this knot?”

“Aye!” I lift myself on my elbows to glower at him. “And if you lick my pearl again, I’ll show you.”

His blue eyes go wide, and then he laughs, a booming sound that reverberates around my bedchamber. He lowers himself between my legs and gives me a wicked grin. “Understood, my lady.”

With those words, he dips his head and licks my pearl, just as I asked him, building up the tension inside me. I worry for a moment my command might have been too straightforward for him, but he seems lost in my taste, his eyes closed, his breath coming in fast, hot pants. So I allow myself to lie back, to relax and let the sensations take me under, my climax looming ever closer.

Owen fits another finger inside me, and I jerk my hips up in surprise—they feelperfectagainst my inner walls, and I can already feel my muscles contracting. My thighs tremble as I close them around Owen’s shoulders, and I have to remind myself not to yank too hard on his hair.

But every time I do, Owen lets out a groan, and I realize he’s working his hips against the bed, as if he’s unable to keep still while he’s tasting me. To know that he’s enjoying this as much asI am sends me spiraling higher, and I cry out his name, moments from release.

“Mara.” Owen presses the tip of his tongue onto my pearl, then flicks it, hard. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

The heat building in my core contracts, then explodes outward, my climax sudden and impossibly strong. It spreads through my veins, locking up my limbs, and I clench around Owen’s fingers, my pussy latching on to them.

If he was an orc, Owen would know to stop moving now, to let me ride out my climax, but he keeps stroking and twists his fingers into my pussy in a slight corkscrew motion that has stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“Ah!” I grip his hair, tugging too hard, but I can’t stop because the sensations are so intense, soperfect…

The wave crests and tumbles over, and I melt onto the bed, all the fight going out of me. I blink up at the ceiling, tears stinging my eyes.

What just happened?

I’d had many good climaxes over the years, some achieved in company and others alone, but this… This was something else, an experience so potent, I feel like I should call it something other than a climax. It requires its own classification and should be written in a column all of its own, it’s so much better than whatever came before.

“Uh…” Owen looks up from between my legs, his fingers still buried in my pussy. He clears his throat. “I don’t want to be indelicate but…”

I lift my head to squint down at him. “What’s the matter?”

“Your pussy.” He grins up at me. “You’restranglingmy fingers, Mara. Is this—is this how orc women are? You’ve gone so tight, I can barely move my fingers inside you.”

I test my inner muscles, clenching them more firmly around his fingers, and he groans, hanging his head.

“Do you like it?” I ask tentatively. “Do you think it will feel good?”

Owen drops a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his beard scratching my sensitive skin. “Oh, yes. I’m almost afraid ofhowgood it’ll feel.”

I lie back down with a sigh. “I think it serves the same purpose as a knot. To lock the cum inside the pussy so less of it trickles out.”

Owen’s fingers twitch inside me, and I gasp, rocking my hips up again.

“Talking about this is not something we do,” he says. “Usually, I mean. I’ve never—that’s to say, I don’tmind. I find it refreshing, and it’s good that you can tell me what you like…”

I purse my lips. “Humans are less likely to discuss their bodies or fucking, aye, I’ve learned that much about the other women here. I can stop if you’d like.”

Owen slowly pulls his fingers from my pussy, the gesture accompanied by a wet sound that has me squeezing my eyes shut. No matter how comfortable I am with my body, there are things I would rather keep to myself, and the sound my slick pussy makes is one of them.

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