Page 45 of Bound to the Orc Warrior

Wranth groans, pulsing his hips to keep himself buried deep while I ride through my pleasure. Then he pulls out of me. His cock presses against my ass as he unlocks his tusks from me to roar. Hot fluids splash between us, covering my butt, my back, dripping down the sides of my stomach to splatter onto the ground.

Instead of softening and getting smaller, the cock pressed against me feels like it gets even harder… and bigger. How is that even possible?

Using his greater size, Wranth settles over me, pushing me flat to the moss-covered ground. His weight covers me for several delicious moments. Right at the point it gets to be too much, he lifts up, bringing me with him and arranging me until I sit on his lap.

His come dries on my back and sides, but instead of getting sticky, it soaks in, leaving my skin feeling moisturized. If my elbows start to get ashy, maybe I could rub some orc come on them? Wonder how it works as a conditioner? I grin and nuzzle into his shoulder.

His hands stroke over my breasts, my stomach, brushing away tiny bits of moss. He scowls and shoves to his feet, holding me to his chest in a bridal carry.

My head falls onto his shoulder as I curl into him, still pleasure dazed. God, I’ve never come that hard! Everythingabout this has been way more intense than I ever imagined when reading about primal chase. The silence between us feels natural, like we’re still in a place of bodies and sensation andbeingthat leaves no room for words.

Wranth’s long strides bring us back to the pond and don’t falter as he walks straight into it. The cool water tickles my feet before swallowing first my calves, then thighs. He stops when we’re near the waterfall and the water reaches mid-chest, his arms carefully loosening.

I give a wiggle and float out of his arms to hang in the water in front of him. The edge of the waterfall splashes down all around us in a gentle pour like a rainwater shower. My hair’s going to get wet, and I don’t have any products, but it should be okay. The water’s fresh instead of salt water or chlorine-filled, and my hair’s not super porous.

The fading light of evening is still bright enough to show the intent look on his face as he carefully runs his hands over my body, washing me. All of his wild ferocity of earlier turns into a gentleness that makes my heart ache. Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me? This demon in the sack who goes all sweet after.

Then those talented fingers drift lower, slicking between my thighs. He brushes over my clit, and a jolt of desire shoots through me. At my gasp, his mouth crooks upward on the left, and his little half smile grows wicked.

Water splashes down over him, slicking his straight hair into an inky black curtain that gleams like satin in the last of the daylight. It looks perfect with his green skin. God, he’s gorgeous.

I shove my arms through the water to swim forward, my breasts pressing into his chest. Gripping his shoulders, I slide them back and forth over his firm muscles, my nipples tingling.

His hands hook under the back of my knees, lifting my legs until they wrap around his waist. The massive head of his cocknudges my opening, and that new heat flashes through me. I wanted him a moment ago—now Ineedhim—especially when the sucker mouth latches onto my clit.

“Oh!” My head falls back, my body lost in pleasure.

Wranth holds my hips, lifting and lowering me in slow movements as he slides inside an inch at a time. Our encounter before was hot and hard and perfect.

But so is this achingly slow assault on my senses. The fall of the water tickling my skin, the slow glide of his cock filling me, the heat that builds between us with every second of touch. It feels like too much, like my skin can barely contain all the pleasure. I need more and I need it now.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I whimper, the sound full of all of my need.

“Naomi,” he whisper-growls, his voice too deep and husky for true quiet. “My bride.”

He lifts me almost all the way off his cock so his mouth can take mine in a druggingly slow kiss that trickles honey through my veins. His tongue teases mine in a drawn-out dance that makes me moan and strain closer.

The little rose toy sucker continues to work, sending waves of sensation crashing through me, each going higher. My heart thunders in my ears, almost drowning out the sound of falling water. Then he pulls me down onto his cock, stretching me wide as he fills me completely.

“Wranth!” I cry his name as I come, delight flooding my entire body until my toes curl, heels digging into the back of his thighs.

Another thrust, and he lifts me off just enough to let his erection slide between our stomachs. He growls. His hips move in sharp jerks, the tendons of his neck standing out as hot fluid jets through the water to coat my stomach and breasts.

I cling to him, each breath a little sob of pleasure, as he carries me back to the bank and lowers us to a bed of soft moss.

Wranth settles on his back and pulls me into his side, cushioning my head with his upper arm.

We lie there for several moments, catching our breath. The gentle breeze chills my damp skin, but I’m not cold, not with Wranth’s glorious heat pressed against me. His hand strokes over my hip, and I want to stretch like a cat in a spot of sunshine, my whole body feeling warm and satisfied andgood.

My attention drifts down, wanting to see whatever it was that sucked on my clit, but my eyes widen when I see his cock, and I blurt, “What’s that?”

“It’s my knot.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Yes,” he growls. “You can always touch me anywhere you wish.”

My fingers ghost over the baseball-sized bump swelling the base of his cock. It’s hard and very warm to the touch.

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