Page 43 of Bound to the Orc King

My stud continues to vibrate, the length of the magical cock shaping itself so it thrums over her clit and her entire mound.

Deeper and deeper I thrust, the wet heat of her the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt. I want to fuck her like this for the rest of my life, spend my days and nights buried in her sweet depths, only emerging to lick her again.

A laughed gasp escapes her. “You’ve got stamina, I’ll give you that. But I think even the mighty orc king needs to eat every once in a while.”

“Did you not read my mind?” I smirk down at her and lick my lips. “I can still taste you, and you taste fucking delicious. I definitely plan to ‘eat’ regularly.”

My hips slam forward, and she moans, the pleasure spiraling through us both. It bounces back and forth, building between us in something her mind whispers is called a “feedback loop.”

I don’t give a damn what it’s called, too caught up in the amazing feeling. This is yet another delight my bride brings me, her power taking sex to heights of pleasure I never imagined possible.

“How do you like my dirty, filthy mind now?” I smirk.

Another laugh, her joy so infectious I chuckle as well. I don’t know that I’ve ever laughed in bed before, ever wanted to. Sex has been lust, and sex has been duty—the search for a queen never far from my thoughts—but it’s never been this. It’s never been joy.

Until her.

“May,” I groan, thrusting forward. “My little queen. My bride.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“No.” I plunge all the way into her, our bodies slapping together. “You are mine.”

Her eyes narrow, but she can’t hide the ripple of delight that goes through her at my words.

So I keep going.

“My moon bound.” Thrust. “My bride.” Thrust. “My queen.” Thrust. “My May.” I hold deep within her at this last, rocking my hips, grinding us together. The overwhelming sense of filling and being filled cycles between us, growing with each second.

“You aremine.”

My balls tighten, and May gives one of her delightful wiggles, moving around my cock.

“Aldronn, please,” she says.

“Admit it,” I order. “Admit you’re mine.”

My bride’s stubborn look crosses her face for a moment, then immediately dissolves with the next thrust. Her muscles clench tight around me.

“Feel that? Feel how much you want my cock inside you, taking you?”

She gasps, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as I pound into her.

“Now tell me you’remine.” Command rings through my voice.

“I’m yours.” The words are a quiet whisper, barely discernable over the sound of falling water, but they’re the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.

I bury my cock in her, over and over, needing to be as deep as possible, to take her so fully I leave a permanent mark on her soul.

As she’s already marked mine.

Pleasure pulses through our telepathic bond, May’s need building to match mine. She makes the sweetest little pants, a series of half-formed words tripping off her tongue, all of them meaning only one thing—more.

I hold out just a little longer, loving the needy whine in her voice. Each thrust takes our pleasure higher until I feel like I might burst from my skin. The base of my cock tingles withanother new sensation—my knot ready to swell, to lock me to my mate.

Her next plea is mental, her mouth too busy sucking down quick breaths, her gasps driving me wild.“Aldronn, I already begged!”

She did at that.

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