Page 23 of Romancing the Orc

“No wait. There are more of them.” Four of the lampreys dot his back. I reach for one, but my fingers stop, hovering only a couple of inches away. Ugh. Why couldn’t it have been something cute, like a vampire bat? Contrary to what most people think, the little bats are ugly-cute with funny little noses. These things? Not so much.

But I need to help Brokk after everything he’s done for me.

You got this, Lara. Just grab it and pull. How hard can it be?

My fingers touch the head, which is covered in slimy skin instead of scales, and I give a little pull. It doesn’t let go, and the rest of its body writhes against my palm.

I make a disgusted noise and yank harder. It releases with a pop that sends my hand flying backward, the lamprey arcing out of my grip to hit the river with a plop.

“Alrighty then,” I mutter and grab the next one. It gets easier after that, and I remove all of them. Right when I’m about to pronounce him done, I see something wiggle underneath the butt of his pants, which are wet and clinging to him.

“Uh, Brokk. Unless you’ve got a tail you haven’t told me about, I think lampreys got under your clothes.”

He grunts, his arms moving, and before I can ask what he’s doing, he bends over to remove his boots and shoves his pants off. Three things immediately register:

1) Brokk goes commando.

2) Even his butt is green.

3) His ass is exactly as glorious as it always looks in pants

His butt’s round and heavy with muscle, and my fingers tingle, wanting to touch.

I’m not sure how long I remain frozen, staring in a lust-fueled daze, when his deep voice says, “Is it bad? Are there a lot of them?”

“What?” I shake my head. Snap out of it, Lara. I crouch down and focus on the lampreys. “Oh, no. It’s okay. There are only a few.”

I pluck the three off his butt and thighs, and he pulls a couple off his front.

Then he spins. One hand fists his cock, pulling its length up. “I can’t see if there are any on my balls.”

My mouth goes dry, and I’m too shocked to even try to make a list of what I’m seeing.

The first thing that registers is his dick’s as green as the rest of him. But the surprises don’t stop there. Glints of silver show between his fingers—the entire underside is pierced with a Jacob’s Ladder, the round balls of each end making dual lines up his length.

And he’s massive! So massive I start babbling.

“You think you know. You imagine. And people talk about what it must be like, but you don’t know. Until you see it, and then you know.” I lick my lips. “You finally know.”

Monster cock. The words echo in my head. This is a freakingmonsterof a cock, whether he’s an orc or not.

“Lara. Are you okay?” His hand releases his dick, and the heavy length falls just enough to show a large piercing mounted right over the base. This metal ball is about as big as the end of my thumb, and blue flickers of lightning flash over the surface. Is that more magic?

My mouth falls open, but nothing comes out.

“Lara.” His voice is a growl, and his cock jumps, thickening even further as it starts to rise.

Oh, god. He’s a showeranda grower.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll…”

My thighs clench. This is exactly like something that would happen to one of my heroines. This is where I’d have her be bold and go for what she wants.

Why don’t I ever do that for myself? What has playing it safe gotten me but kidnapped by some creep?

I’m tired of safe, of careful. Hell, if I can’t have fun in the middle of the jungle on an unknown tropical island, then where can I?

Also, I was wrong about Brokk. He’s not a vain guy who rips his shirt off at a moment’s notice for attention. He’s a confident and capable man who takes his shirt off at a moment’s notice, along with all the rest of his clothes too, because he’s simply that comfortable with his body.

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