Page 28 of Orc's Pretend Mate

“Phoebe… I?—”

She puts her lips on mine. I try. I try to resist. To be true and to keep my word. I try and I fail.

Her lips are soft but insistent. Plush, yet demanding. I give in, my mouth moving with hers. My arms ache with need and desire to hold her but this is her show, not mine. I gave my word to protect her. I meant it and I also meant it that I would never, under any circumstances, force myself onto her.

Until I did.

Until I did and then what? We are here. Even the way she kisses reminds me of my dragoste. The love of my life who should be waiting for me in the next world, but maybe we are wrong. Afterall, none of us have been to the next world. How could we? This one hasn’t ended.

When I was a child I would wonder about this. What did all the people who had lived before do while waiting for the next world? Did they know? Were they resting in the graves peacefully?

Her tongue pierces the seal of my lips, pushing away my inane musings. I try to cling to them in a desperate attempt to keep the other, more insistent needs back. Struggling to keep desire at bay. I cannot let my body have what it wants, what it is so clearly signaling that it thinks it needs. My throbbing, aching cock is so stiff and my balls so full they hurt.

She wraps her hands around my neck, pulling herself up and onto the table. She moans into the kiss and I groan. I growl as desire becomes tumultuous. Overwhelming reason and conscious thought.

I grab her waist and roughly jerk her across the table and into my arms.

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PHOEBE

His rough hands pull me against him. I moan into his mouth, my tongue fighting with his. He manhandles, or Urr’ki-handles, my body as if I’m nothing more than a rag doll. His hands are everywhere and yet it is not fast enough. I want more.

I want him.

My empty pussy aches. Pleasure coils in the lowest part of my belly, ready to explode. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against him.

He grabs my hair and tugs my head backwards, exposing my throat. He dives into me. His lips kissing while the roughness of his tusks drag across my skin. I cry out with pleasure.

Grabbing onto his braids and using them for balance, I lean back further, opening myself up to him.

What am I doing?

As much as I am enjoying this, it’s also as if I’m sitting on the sidelines while experiencing it too. This isn’t me. I’m nota woman who takes what I want. Sex is that scary, terrifying, painful thing that happens to me, not something that I own and enjoy.

But that’s not how this is. Not with Vapas.

And strangest of all, this feels far from the first time we’ve done this. As we move, giving each other access, there is a rhythm, a flow that I’ve never experienced. As if each of us knows what the other is about to do and moves accordingly.

This is an intricate dance performed by professional dancers. Bodies moving in a perfect synchronicity and that doesn’t just happen. Not in my albeit limited experience. Pleasure fills my body and commands my attention.

Fully clothed still but already I’m dancing on the edge of an orgasm. His mouth is working across my shoulder. Somehow he manages to get a grip on my shirt. That separate part of me tries to cry out to wait, but that rational brain piece is too slow and too far removed from the immediacy of sensations.

The buttons of my shirt snap with a pop, flying away and rattling across the table and floor. My cloth bound breasts are exposed to the air for the first time in the presence of another person since I came on this mission.

He growls and it rumbles against my core, vibrating against my clit that I am grinding against him. I gasp which turns into a moan. With a rough grip he grabs the fabric holding my tits and harshly tears it free. My breasts bounce painfully but the discomfort is overridden by pleasure.

He doesn’t hesitate. His lips close around my diamond hard nipples and I lose myself. My orgasm doesn’t come, it explodes.Pleasure overrides every rational thought. My body arches, every muscle contracting, as stars explode in my head.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” I gasp over and over but he doesn’t ease up.

His soft lips, rough tongue, and his tusks scraping over my skin. He lashes the nipple with his tongue. A sucking sound as the seal of his lips momentarily breaks. I’m left shuddering and helpless in his arms but he’s not stopping.

As the initial intensity eases and muscles begin to relax he switches to my other tit. His mouth sealing around the peak. While he continues, my need remains overwhelming. The orgasm, as great as it was, accentuates the empty aching.

Struggling against the press of our bodies together, I try to get my hands on my pants. I have to lean further back causing him to lose his grip on my tits. He growls, low and almost angrily then attacks my boob again, slamming his lips down onto it and sucking hard.

“Oh god,” I gasp in response to the intensity of the pleasure.

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