Page 67 of Orc's Pretend Mate

Every thrust I gasp and he groans. His grunts are primal declarations of love and desire. And I have never felt sexier, more desired, more owned, or more loved in all my life.

We fuck. We make love. We come together as one thing greater than we were. All the moments of desire, the almost doing it, all culminate in this ultimate climatic moment.

He leans over my back so that he can fondle my tits while still fucking my ass. He rides me with a wild abandon that I match with my own desire and need.

Orgasms come and they pass but we don’t stop. We’re building towards something greater than a single orgasm. Something epic.

Soon there is nothing but us. The stream of grunts coming from our throats become unending. The sensations overwhelming. My hand is soaked. It’s dripping onto the clothes below me.

He thrusts deep, growling.

“Phoebe!” he grunts and I feel him explode inside my ass.

His cock throbs, over and over as I’m swept away on sensations that the word orgasm does not begin to contain. It’s so much more. Akin to a spiritual awakening more than physical pleasuring alone.

It comes and goes in wave after wave. Our throats giving voice to the delight if only because there is no way to hold all this inside. Finally I collapse to the ground and he covers me with his body.

Breathless we lie with each other. The warmth of our love making holds the chills at bay but that can only last for so long before cold settles back over me. With a grunt and a groan he pulls out of my ass making me gasp.

He rolls off and onto his side, lying there a moment. I turn my head so that we’re staring into one another’s eyes. A smile plays over his lips.

“Good?” he asks in barely a whisper.

I smile, half-asleep, and nod.

“Better than good,” I say.

My ass is sore, but in a good way. My pussy is drenched and aching too. I feel, well, I feel well fucked. Like I’ve been given, nothat I’ve taken all that I wanted and for the first time in my life, ever, I feel satisfied.

Not satisfied in that I did a good job. Or that I pleased my man. This is different. Better. My needs were satisfied this time and there is no doubt in my mind that I satisfied his too.

He trails his fingers along my back, turning onto his side. I don’t miss the way his cock flops and hangs, but though mild interest and definitely willingness is there, desire is not. I’m too fulfilled. He frowns.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head and rises to a sitting position looking around. Before I can sit up too he has grabbed the blanket I was using to keep warm and drapes it over my body.

“You are cold,” he says.

I blink, suddenly holding back tears. Stupid. A simple, stupid gesture but if there was any doubt in my mind that I love him and that he loves me they are blasted to oblivion with this one thing.

I sit up, shift, then wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him.

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PHOEBE

As much as we were both enjoying the kissing and yes, the sex too, our situation is too precarious to continue to linger. We quickly dress, helping one another in straightening out the tangle of our clothing. He even helps me to get the binding for my breasts tight enough to do its job.

Now, we move side-by-side whenever possible. When it’s not, I fall into step behind him without complaint or concern. It feels like finally having had sex put us into a mutual understanding that manifests itself in weird little ways like this. Moving in sync, almost finishing one another’s sentences. All the little things that old romantics and poets would dribble on about, except this is real. This is life. My life.

Vapas holds up his clenched fists and I stop almost before he does it, sensing the tension in him shift and seeing him start to move his arm. He has one hand on the sword hilt but doesn’t draw it. His knees are slightly bent, his arms are loose. He’s ready.

“All I am saying is that the Al’fa should have put the first one of the monsters down. Now what? We are overrun with them.”

“You talk too much,” another voice says. “The Al’fa knows what he is doing.”

“We will see when the trials come.”

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