Page 54 of Agor

“I have never heard of a bog orc marrying a human,” she said a little louder.

“Because it has never happened!” Kazimir yelled. “Such a union would be an abomination.”

Karut sidled next to the old man and slung his arm around his bony shoulders.

“Why don’t we go check on our ale barrels, buddy?”

“I’m not your buddy,” Kazimir bristled.

“But you could be. Everyone wants to be my friend when they try my ale.”

“I don’t drink ale.”

“Well, that may be why you’re so grumpy, buddy. Let me get you some of mine. Trust me it’ll put you in a much better mood. We left the barrels in the forest with Granny Magra. And let metell you, that woman drinks like a bog hydra. Let’s hurry before she drains a barrel or two by herself.”

Gently but firmly, Karut steered Kazimir over the broken fence, then toward the forest to fetch Granny Magra. Several of my orcs and a few human men joined them to bring the ale in.

Becca turned to me. I remained on one knee in front of her, refusing to get up without an answer.

“How is it even going to work?” she asked, placing her hands on my shoulders.

“I don’t know exactly how,” I confessed. “I just know that I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work. I simply don’t want to be without you anymore.”

“We’ll give it a try?”

“We’ll give it a try,” I echoed, feeling damn sure it’d be far more than just a try. It’d be a real thing, because everything with her had been real all along.

“It’s a yes then,” she said breathlessly. “I will come with you, Agor.”

She took my face in her hands and showed her entire settlement how to kiss an orc. And she kept showing it until we both almost ran out of breath.

EPILOGUE

Becca

Ten months later.

Warm tendrils of pleasure curled through my body, waking me up. Agor’s thick, long tongue slipped inside me, swirling along my inner walls. His lips closed over my swollen clit. I moaned but kept my eyes closed, teetering on the verge of wakefulness as sleep refused to go away yet.

“Agor...” I murmured, rolling in our enormous bed.

He hummed in reply, the vibration sending another rush of heat through my lower belly.

“Oh, yes...” I writhed under him, rubbing myself against his mouth in chase of pleasure.

He sucked softly, and suddenly reality felt far more exciting than any dream could ever be.

I opened my eyes, finding my beloved orc with his head between my thighs, his tongue driving me insane with pleasure. This was one of my most favorite ways to wake up. I gripped his hair, grinding against him harder.

“Not yet, my eager little newt.” He chuckled. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he shifted up my body. “We’ll come together, sweetheart, you and me.” He fitted his thick, hard length against my opening, then thrust inside me.

Air rushed out of me with a loud moan. I arched my back, my inner muscles stretching around him with tingling pleasure—hot, overstimulated, and as needy as ever.

“Fuck me, Agor,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”

Propped on his elbows, he rammed into me, making our bed and the whole house shake. Heat throbbed between my legs. I pushed against his shoulders, and he let me roll him over onto his back, placing me on top of him.

With my hands pressed into his chest, I rode him with abandon until the orgasm slammed into me almost too hard to bear. I clawed at his chest. He roared, jerking his hips up. His seed gushed into me, dripping out and onto the sheets.

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