Page 15 of Agor

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Ride my cock next. Please.”

Desire curled through me again. I’d come too fast, too intense, and not enough. I craved more.

I slid my hands down his chest. His hard muscles flexed under his linen shirt. With his bulky frame, thick neck, and shoulders as wide as a house, he wasn’t built like any man I knew. I wanted to see more of him. To feel more too.

Sliding his hunting knife out of my boot, I raised it over his chest. His brows jerked up in shock, but I gave him no time to make a sound before bringing the knife down.

“I hope you don’t care much about this shirt.” I cut it off him from the neckline down to his belt, the blade scraping his sage-green skin but not deep enough to draw blood.

He released a breath of relief. “I never know what to expect from you next.”

“How exciting, isn’t it?” I dead-panned, but he nodded in earnest.

“You make me feel things I never felt with anyone else before,” he said.

I slid a little more down his body, and we both gasped as I straddled his massive bulge that strained in his pants.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, as if I had stabbed him.

With my fingers fumbling from impatience, I unbuckled his belt, then cut with the knife through the leather string that laced the front of his pants.

His cock sprang free, and I shrank away, faced with that monstrosity. Dark green like his hair, it pointed straight up like a spear or more like a thick, veiny club one could kill with if given a good swing.

“Can you handle that?” he asked with a challenge.

I had no answer, eying his “club.”

“What are these?” I slid a finger up a row of bars inserted through the skin on the underside of his shaft.

Each was as slim as a match made from a material so pale, it appeared luminescent. A pair of small silver balls enclosed the ends of each bar. I didn’t count their number, but the orc’s impressive length seemed to accommodate at least a dozen of these bars.

As I fingered his cock, he sucked in a breath through his teeth and squeezed out a reply, “Fogbird’s bones...”

“What are they for?”

“To mark every virgin I’ve taken to my bed.”

“Neat.” I shrugged. “But you won’t get one on my account. I haven’t been a virgin for well over a decade now.”

“Thank gods for that,” he groaned. “I’m enjoying you too much to wish you were anything else than what you are.”

That was probably one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to me, but I didn’t allow my mind to dwell on it. It didn’t matter what he said. It was just sex that pulled me to him—wild, animalistic, mind-blowing sex with the enemy. I would likely feel guilty about this whole thing in the morning when the lust had gone.

Right now, however, my desire for him only burned brighter. I inched closer to his decorated cock, my insides clenching in anticipation.

I shifted up his body. His hard cock pressed to his stomach under my weight. I rubbed against it, the bars of his bizarre tally dragging over my sensitive spot with the most thrilling sensation.

“Good girl,” he said with a smile, clearly aware that I could not refuse what he offered. “What a good, brave girl you are, my fire newt.”

The orc’s massive cock wasn’t designed to fit into a human. I must’ve lost my mind. But his tongue had already made me hot, slick, and ready, and I felt horny enough to try.

Besides, he’d challenged me, and I hated to back away from a challenge, especially the one like this.

“You think I can’t handle it? Well, watch this.” I lifted my hips over his erection. Grabbing it in my hand, I rubbed the tip around my opening. Little by little, I eased it in, stretching around him with a delightful sensation. The stretch came with a sting of pain, but it only added intensity to my pleasure, like spice added flavor to a dish.

By the time I sank all the way to the base, it felt like my internal organs had been re-arranged. I tried not to sneeze or even breathe, afraid that I’d split in half if I did. But the feeling of satisfaction cursing over me was enormous.

“See? I did it.” I jerked my chin up triumphantly.

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