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I turned us and he let me without much resistance, watching my next move curiously. He didn’t expect me to pull out and crawl down his body, kissing every inch of his battleworn skin.

“Lak’osh,what are you?—”

“Shhh,” I cut him off, raking my nails down his sides, watching his skin pebble beneath my touch. “Letmetake care ofyou, this time.”

I knew from the other girls that these orcs had never experienced fellatio, something not only prominent but heavily encouraged back in the human settlements.

It was the least I could do, after the mind blowing climax he gave me the first time we came together. And perhaps it was a strange way of me proving to myself that I had more to offer than just a womb for pleasure… for children.

His eyes widened comically as he watched me swallow the engorged head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the crown. The beads of metal were strange in my mouth but his orcish curses spurred me on. He tasted like me, but also like him, a heady combination that became intoxicating to the point that all irrational thoughts were drowned out.

And that was exactly what I needed.

I took him in deeper and watched the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The kind of power I held over him gave me the confidence I needed to run my hand along the curves of his muscles, exploring him freely out here in the open.

He leaned up on his elbows, watching the way I swallowed him down again and again. I made sure to make a show of licking along the slit of his opening, tasting him fully. He was in a trance as I continued working my hands alongside my mouth, squeezing his shaft, following the trail of my tongue. As his breathing became more shallow, I quickened my pace, taking him as deep as I could comfortably go, which wasn’t far because of his size. But it was enough. On the next pass, I kept my eyes on him and swallowed him down. His cock spasmed and with a groan, he released everything he had been holding back.

I made sure to take everything in, not letting a drop go to waste… and he had a lot to give me. He watched in awe as I milked more from him and swallowed every last bit until there was nothing left but to lick him clean.

Out of breath, I slowly fisted his dying erection, watching his reaction. The confidence I felt was short lived as he remained frozen in place, without a word. Embarrassment over my own desires began to cloud my judgment, and I tried to pull away, to shield myself from him. But before I could, he grabbed me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Lak’osh…what are you doing to me?”

I let out a stuttered breath, unsure how to answer. His hand gently cupped the back of my head, guiding me to rest against his chest. I could feel the steady beat of his heart, the rhythm that was in sync with mine. In the quiet of the moment, his voice was a soothing balm against my raw nerves.

“You’re afraid,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Afraid I’ll leave you. Afraid of what happens next. But listen to me,lak’osh. You don’t have to be afraid. Not of me. Not of this.”

My heart fluttered painfully in my chest. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t. He wasn’t inside my mind, buried beneath the weight of a thousand fears. But he was trying. And that, somehow, was more than anyone else had ever done.

“You’re not broken,” he continued, his voice strong, unwavering. “You are everything I never knew I needed. You’re worth more than anything I’ve ever known. Don’t you see that? You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders. Let me carry it for you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, trying to force them back. I couldn’t let him see me like this—not yet. Not until I could find the strength to say the words that would set everything free.

“Gracie,” he said again, his voice gentle but insistent.

“I-I don’t know how, X’nath,” I admitted quietly.

The comfort in his words, the certainty in his embrace, made me want to crumble. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

And then he did something that nearly shattered the fragile hold I had on myself. He cradled my face, and kissed my tears, traveling along their path until he placed his lips on mine—soft, slow, as if trying to erase all the doubt, all the fear I’d held inside for so long.

In that kiss, everything seemed to stop. The world outside faded away, and all that remained was him and me. And for a moment, the ache inside me wasn’t so loud. The storm in my chest quieted, and the space between us grew smaller, until there was no space left at all.

“I don’t need you to be perfect, Gracie,” he whispered against my lips, his words a promise, a vow. “I just need you.”

And with that, the walls I’d built around my heart began to crumble. Slowly, piece by piece, they fell away. But the one thing I still couldn’t do was speak the words I needed to.

Not yet.

But I would. I knew I would, someday. And when I did, I hoped—no, Iknew—he would still be here, holding me, loving me as if I was worth every bit of his time.

The fear still clung to me, but it didn’t feel as suffocating anymore. Not as overwhelming.

And maybe, just maybe, I could let him love me through it all.

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A Feast fit for the Gods

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