Page 14 of Agor

“Good enough for me to leave you alive.” I leveled him with a stare. “Do you promise or not?”

“Will you take off the rest of your clothes if I do?”

“Maybe.”

“Then yes, I promise.” His tongue skimmed his bottom lip between his tusks. “I have to know if your pussy is as red as your head.”

I huffed a breath, releasing his beard, then stepped out of his line of sight to hide the effect his words had on me. The men I knew would never dare speak to me like that. It was crude, andvulgar, and...it reached deep into my lower belly, fanning the heat through my body.

“Be a good boy, and you might find out,” I muttered, heading to his bed behind the curtain.

I grabbed the wide, puffy quilt from his bed and an armful of pillows, then tossed them on the floor under the spot where I’d hung up my orc.

Loosening the chain that attached his feet to the hook, I allowed him to straighten his legs, then guided them down to the floor.

“Put your weight on your feet so I can unhook you from the chain.”

He did as I said, giving me the slack on the chain needed to unhook him. With his feet bound together, he lost his balance without the support of the chain and crashed sideways into the pillows on the floor, then rolled on his back.

I stood over him, admiring my work. Propped up by pillows, he lay with his legs bent, his knees raised, his arms still secured to his sides. Just how I wanted him.

He relaxed into the pillows, looking up at me. “Come here, little newt, let me lick all of you.”

“Patience,” I said for my sake as much as his.

My fingers trembled when I lowered my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I kept my boots on with the knife tucked in one of them.

Warm air stroked between my legs, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body.

He drew in a breath in a hungry gulp, his nostrils flaring.

“Ride my cock,” he groaned.

“No. But I’ll ride your face.” I smirked, sinking down to one knee first.

My clothes around my ankles limited how far I could spread my feet, so I spread my knees wide instead, placing them on eachside of his face. His focus narrowed to the patch of the copper-red curls between my legs.

“You are a scorching fire. Head to toe.” He swallowed hard. “What a needy weeping pussy that is. Bring her down here, little newt. Let me take care of her.”

I no longer wanted to gag him. It thrilled me to hear him say out loud the things I never even said in my head. His words spurred my arousal. Heat pulsed between my legs, begging to be “taken care of” by him.

But safety came first. I wound his long hair around my wrist, then pressed my hand into the pillow next to his head.

“No biting,” I warned.

He gave me a non-committal smirk. Nudging with his chin against my thigh, he shifted my knee to drop my hips down. His head was now trapped between my legs.

He met me with his mouth wide open, lapping at me as if he was dying of thirst and I was a creek of fresh, cool water. Propped on my hands, I curled my body around his head, riding his mouth with no shame or restraint.

The curves of his tusks slid against me, hard and unyielding compared to his tongue that alternated between firm and pliable. My muscles wound up tightly. My body overheated with lust. I couldn’t stop even if his men walked in and held a knife to my throat.

I moaned, biting my lip. The orgasm teased, making me move faster. I rubbed harder against his tongue.

Intense pleasure exploded, then rolled through my body in a swell of bliss. My thighs flexed, gripping his head. I slacked against his chin, spent.

Then I remembered that the orc needed to breathe and shifted from his face to his chest.

His expression was tense, his bushy eyebrows shifted close together.

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