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He groaned.

“What about this?”

Emma

Emma swallowed his thorn. It wasn’t difficult as it was roughly the size and shape of a thumb, but a deep green, and with ridges and bumps. She ran her tongue over those ridges and bumps, drawing out the sweetest moan from her orc.

Her bottom hand worked his dick, which happened to be roughly the size of a club. Hal was a big man. Everywhere.

His thorn was bony, not made of the same flesh as his penis. She scraped her teeth along the shaft and felt him shudder. It was an odd piece of anatomy, but she loved the way he reacted when she touched him.

She switched to his cock, licking it up and down. This was a two-handed job, one to hold his dick while she circled around the tip with her tongue and the other to stroke his thorn.

Opening wide, she took him as deep as she could until her eyes watered from the effort. His entire body tensed. He grabbed the back of her head, holding her place as his hips bucked up. He moved into her, each stroke gaining speed and desperation.

She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper.

Hal moaned, fingers twisting in her hair, and she felt his member pulse. Salty seed flooded her mouth, too much to swallow.

Emma pulled back, his seed now on her chin and down her chest. She wiped the back of her hand across her lips.

Hal gazed up at her, a smile giving the softest distortion to his lips.

She trailed a finger through the seed on her breasts and gathered up a generous portion. She licked her finger clean.

Hal growled, and then she was on her back. His lips were on hers, her neck, her nipples, her abdomen, and finally, between her thighs.

He spread her open and dove in, claiming her with a fevered hunger.

She tensed at the sensation, then relaxed at the soothing laps of his tongue. His tusks dug into her, adding the tastiest amount of pressure. His tongue explored her, circled her pearl, and drove her to the heights of pleasure.

“Oh, yes. Yes, Hal!”

Her body trembled and quaked. She clutched at him, holding onto his braid like it was a lifeline as pleasure crested.

He didn’t stop, didn’t let her float in bliss, but drove her back to the point again. His tongue was in her, spearing her. Then his fingers, working her open. Stretching her. One, then two.

He leaned over her, one hand holding her to him and the other pumping into her. His eyes burned as he watched her crest once more.

Emma cried out, the breathless rapture breaking over her.

He stilled, watching her tremble and shake. “Did I hurt you? Was I too hard?”

She reached for her, pulling his face down to hers, and kissed him softly. “You are marvelous. Was I satisfactory?”

He growled, pulling her into a tight embrace. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, smiling. “You are miraculous.”

Chapter Fifteen

Hal

Mistletoe Farm

The Bunkhouse

“The equinox is coming soon.”Emma rolled over to face him, one arm tucked under the pillow. Blonde hair fell forward, obscuring half her face. “Should I be concerned?”

“About?”

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