Page 16 of Agor

“That...you did.” He spoke, taking short, shallow breaths, as his features tensed with restraint.

Leaning forward, I slid my hands up and down the hard squares of his abdominal muscles that, like his chest, were generously sprinkled with short, dark curls.

“If you come before me, I’ll be extremely disappointed,” I warned in a coarse half-whisper, then rotated my hips to take him even deeper.

A tortured growl erupted from his throat, making both my satisfaction and arousal spike higher.

“You’re killing me, woman,” he groaned in rapture. “But what a death that would be!”

It was a heady feeling to be wanted this much. The power I had over this big, bad orc made my head spin. I fully realized that I held this power only very temporarily, but I intended to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

“If you come without my permission,” I threatened, “I’ll cut your dick off with all its virginal mementos.”

After cutting his shirt, I’d put the knife back into my boot, and I had no intentions of actually hurting him unless heattacked me first. But the way he bit his lip—his hands fisting, every muscle straining to comply with my order—was a treat to see.

Shifting my hips, I found just the right angle for my clit to rub against the hard muscles of his lower belly. Another orgasm approached as I started to move. This one built up slowly, pleasure stretching, rising, and ebbing in a long, steady stream. The way he filled me so completely felt simply exquisite.

He arched under me, the heels of his boots digging into the rug.

“You feel so...so good, sweetheart. Please...please let me—” he growled in desperate need as the whole house seemed to shake under us.

“Don’t you dare,” I gritted through my teeth, digging my fingers into his hard abs.

He held on, and I let go. My orgasm made my legs shake, sending me crashing down onto his belly. Pleasure rolled through me, finally filling me with a complete and utter satisfaction.

“Now,” I murmured, sliding my hand up to cup his cheek. “You can come now, Agor.”

He roared, buckling his hips so hard, I gripped his shoulders, afraid he’d kick me off. Hot spurts of his release filled me, then trickled out and down my thighs.

When he finally slacked under me, I splayed my body on top of his, my cheek pressed to his upper belly. He was so tall that with his cock still in me, my head didn’t quite reach his chest.

The house was warm. The fire crackled peacefully in the hearth. With the delicious meat pie in my belly and with my body thoroughly satisfied, I felt relaxed and more comfortable than I’d been in years. My eyelids dropped, feeling heavy. I could fall asleep just like that, with him still inside me.

I was in the orcs’ chief house, in the middle of the most hostile territory, and I didn’t feel like leaving it. That must be the craziest part of this entire experience.

Gathering whatever was left of my common sense, I pushed away from the orc and up to my feet.

As he slid out of me, his release gushed out as if a plug had been yanked from a wine barrel.

“By the glorious Mother of the World, how much of it did you pump into me?” I stared in shock at the bright green streams rolling down my legs.

“I have more where this came from.” He shifted his hips, his massive cock bobbing in the air again as if it hadn’t just expelled a bucketful of seed already.

Grabbing a corner of the quilt on the floor, I wiped the green mess off me the best I could, then pulled up my pants and underwear.

“I could’ve licked it off you,” he offered. “And from inside you too.” He licked his upper lip, curling his tongue up to demonstrate its impressive length.

A part of me—the part that seemed to have every bit of sense and logic fucked out of it—wished to take him up on his offer. Thankfully, the two orgasms had cleared the lusty haze from my brain enough for me to find the strength to refuse.

“Thanks. But I’ve already stayed much longer than necessary, considering that I never planned to come here in the first place.”

“But you’re having fun, aren’t you?” he asked, as if he cared whether or not I enjoyed myself.

I scoffed, running my gaze over him. Big and burly, he seemed harmless when tied up in chains and relaxed after being thoroughly fucked. But I knew better. I knew how deadly orcs could be. Bog orcs couldn’t be much different from the many other orc tribes that my people had suffered from before.

“I had fun,” I admitted. “But only because I didn’t let you take charge.”

He shrugged unapologetically. “Women enjoy being in my bed. Take these off...” He flexed his arms, tugging at the chains, “and I’ll show you why.”

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