Page 45 of Agor

I leaned over and kissed her hair. “What are those pillows for, my little newt?”

“Those?” She looked up at me with a mischievous grin.

She unbuckled my belt and removed it from around my waist. Holding it by one end, she let both the scabbard with my sword and the holder with my mace drop to the floor, then threw the belt over my neck in a noose.

“The pillows are for you, my mighty orc.” She tugged at the end of the belt. “Kneel.”

“Me? Kneel?” I shook my head in disbelief, but my knees bent as if on their own, sending me down to the cushions on the floor.

My lame fantasy of Becca meekly sucking on my cock quickly evaporated from my mind without a trace of regret. Anticipation pulsed through my veins like hot lava, crackling with the thrill of the unknown.

“See? Isn’t it better this way?” The little vixen tilted her head, admiring her handy work.

With me standing on my knees, we were face to face now, equal. She held the end of the belt that was around my neck like a leash. My cock bobbed against her thighs. She lifted her nightshirt and shifted her legs apart to let my cock slip between them.

“Take off your shirt,” I said, my voice raspy.

“You’re not the one giving orders tonight.” Holding the hem of her nightshirt just a little higher, she lingered, as if considering my request.

“I need to see you, sweetheart, please,” I begged.

“All right,” she graciously agreed.

She lifted the shirt higher, revealing her bare thighs with ropy muscles and the triangle of copper-red curls high between them. Her stomach came into my view next, too flat from not eating enough, which I vowed to change soon. Whether or not she agreed to be mine, Becca would never go hungry again, for as long as I lived. And finally, she revealed her full round tits with large, pink areolas and the already hard nipples that I loved to play with so much.

Her body carried the signs of the life she’d led. A scar stretched across her right thigh. Slim and long, it must’ve been from a sharp blade. Three short parallel ones on her side across her ribs looked like they had been left by the claws of a predator. The rugged patch of healed, mangled flesh on her upper arm must be the result of a mace blow. I’d seen her naked before, but I never trulysawher as I did now.

My Becca was a warrior and a survivor. She’d earned the position she held with her blood, and I could never take it from her. I’d never let anyone else take it, either.

She read my face while I studied her body, then proudly rolled back her shoulders when my eyes met with hers.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, little newt.” I swallowed hard, my throat going dry as an out-of-water slimefish. “Come closer, so I can worship every part of you properly, the way you deserve.”

Tossing the shirt away, she cupped my face with her hands. Her thumbs skimmed over my cheekbones. She smoothed down my eyebrows, then slid the tips of her fingers over my tusks.

“You know, out there in the valley, they call bog orgs ugly,” she said softly, her gaze skimming over my face. “But to me, you’re the most handsome man in the world, Agor. I can’t take my eyes off you when you’re here. And when you aren’t, all I have to do is close my eyes to see your face. You’re always in my thoughts.”

Tenderness I’d never felt before warmed my chest. Not knowing how to express it, even if my hands weren’t tied, I leaned forward and kissed her.

It proved to be the right response as she moaned into my mouth, hugging me to her. Her tits pressed to my chest. She trapped my hard cock between her thighs, squeezing it slightly.

I growled in need. The sound grew, threatening to turn into a roar.

She slammed a hand over my mouth promptly. “Shh, my darling. We don’t want anyone out there to hear you. I love seeing your handsome head on your shoulders instead of being tossed under a bush somewhere.”

I kissed her neck, nibbling on her tender skin there. Bending lower still, I bit her tit.

She gasped.

And I grinned.

“A bite for a bite.” I jerked the arm she’d bitten earlier.

With a glint of challenge in her eyes, she hooked a finger around my tusk and yanked my head back to her chest.

“Do it again.”

I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her tit as I could fit in. Then I leaned back, raking my teeth over her skin all the way to the tip until they closed over her nipple. Holding it between my teeth, I glanced up at her.

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