Page 62 of X'nath

Above me, the sky was filled with the shadow of the giant, unfamiliar birds, their wings cutting through the air like monstrous blades. I could hear their screeching calls, feel the terror in my bones as they circled, waiting.

They’ll take me too,I thought, feeling the sea pulling me under, just like I’d been pulled under by the weight of my past.

I kicked harder, my heart racing as the saltwater stung my eyes, until there was nothing but darkness.

I woke with a sharp gasp, my breath caught in my throat. My hands were clenched tightly, trembling. I looked around frantically, trying to anchor myself to the present, to the safety of the room around me. But it took a moment to fully realize where I was, and when I did, a wave of relief washed over me.

X’nath.

He was there, his strong arms holding me close, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. As promised, he never left my side, no matter how hard I pushed him away. His warmth enveloped me, a steady presence, a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this moment. His grip was tight, like he was afraid to let go, as if holding me could keep the nightmare from slipping back into reality.

My body still trembled from the aftershocks of the dream, but his touch grounded me. I didn’t even realize I had been shaking so violently until his voice rumbled in my ear.

“Lak’osh,” he whispered, his tone low and soothing.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing, but the weight of it all—the past, the fears, the pain—still clung to me like a second skin. The vulnerability I felt, knowing how much I had hidden from him, crushed me.

“I—” I choked on the words, trying to form them, but they stuck in my throat.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His arms tightened around me, offering more than just physical comfort—he gave me a sense of security I hadn’t realized I needed so desperately.

“I need you,” I finally whispered, the words barely escaping me as I pulled his face down for a fierce and fiery kiss. I needed him to chase away my demons. I needed him to fight these battles that I could never seem to win.

Without hesitation, he returned our kiss with passionate fervor, our limbs entangling with one another as if we couldn’t get close enough.

“You have me,lak’osh.Use me,” he growled as his hands began tearing away at our clothes frantically.

He was right. X’nath was always right. I needed this more than I realized. Pushing him onto his back, I ripped off my top and grabbed his hands, placing them on my breasts. I needed his carnal worship to chase away all the degradation my former husband put me through—I needed X’nath to replace every last one of my ghosts with nothing but him.

As I relished in his expert touches, he caught me by surprise when his hands landed on my ass and pulled my pussy to his face. With a gasp, I caught myself with my hands above his head, my dark hair curtaining us as I watched him greedily devour my pussy with an enthusiasm that bordered obsession.

Memories of the priest condemning every one of our feminine sins and transgressions during confession, wrapped in pious sermons that sought to uphold men’s superiority, flooded my mind. But in that moment, nothing seemed more wrong—or more intoxicating—than surrendering myself to X’nath’s worship.

My mouth hung open as his tongue swirled around my clit, nipping at it before delving back into my pussy with practiced ease. I let my past restraints go, closing my eyes and massaging my breasts, pulling my nipples to increase my own self seeking pleasure.

X’nath watched me with dark eyes and groaned as my confidence began to grow, as I ground my hips against his face, begging for more. And he did not disappoint. Was this how a strong warrior claimed his victories? By studying his opponent’s every move, calculating each step to ensure he triumphed in every battle?

“Oh god,” I panted, unable to help myself as my pleasure began to skyrocket up my spine. My body was poised for flight, the point of pain and pleasure too much to bear. But his grip dug into my hips, his strength forcing me to grind on his face harder as his tongue continued its lashing.

When my climax slammed into me, I screamed. These tumultuous waves began to wash away the ones that had trapped me while I was drowning at sea. With each crash, another chain broke, one I had foolishly carried long after the slave ship had vanished from sight.

By the time I opened my eyes, I felt like I had died and come back to life with X’nath’s tongue still buried deep inside me. I was grateful for the breeze that swept through my window, parting the curtains with its gentle push. But as they fluttered, my eyes caught a glimpse of a figure outside, his hands moving frantically. The longer I stared, the more I realized it was another male, pleasuring himself with brisk movements in the darkness.

Was it wrong of me that the sight caused me to thread my fingers through X’nath’s hair, pushing his face further into my pussy as I rode out the remaining aftershocks of my climax?

The priests would have all condemned me by this point so I might as well give in all the way to my carnal lust. Though the only desire I had was for the orc beneath me, the extra visitor outside was a strange boost to my ego, knowing he would never get a chance to touch me the way X’nath does.

“Lak’osh, you taste so good, you feed me so well. I want to always wake you up like this,” X’nath groaned and I let out a satisfied sigh.

Before he could continue licking, I crawled down his body and kissed him. He chuckled against my lips. “If you think that will be enough of a thanks, you have another thing coming, little one,” he panted, his hard, throbbing cock pressed between us.

I stared at him with hooded eyes, waiting to see where he would lead and was pleasantly surprised and turned on as he pushed my head down toward his crotch, his large fingers gently grabbing the back of my head and guiding me exactly where he wanted me to go.

“You shouldn’t introduce me to such a human custom and expect me not to crave you in such a way over and over again,lak’osh.I’m going to need you to worship my cock the same way I worshipped you,” he demanded confidently.

And just like that, X’nath successfully broke another chain from my past, the one that tethered me to the abusive way my past played out at the hands of my ex husband.

With his gentle but firm encouragements, and the way he carefully thrusted into my mouth, I was able to strip away the old me and embrace the woman who had carefully blossomed at the hands of a viciously battleworn orc raider.

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