Page 18 of Running from the Orc
I managed to free us both from the billowing linen by yanking it over my head and tossing it away as he settled me on my knees right over his mouth.
I had not expected this.
Idefinitelyhad not expected the way I jerked in surprise when his wide tongue slid along my core. I jerked forward, but then his hands rose, cupping my now-naked breasts, holding me in place.
The Invasion of Brussels.This was the position Sorcha and Effie and I had been discussing just…when had it been? How long had I been in Varkaan’s possession? How long until I could no longer return?
And did I want to?
The ridges on Varkaan’s tongue matched his cock’s and were obviously there for my enjoyment. So why not enjoy them? I shuddered when he swiped along my sensitive lips and tried to take more weight on my knees.
But his fingers dug into the softness of my tits, pulling me back down, and I surrendered, sinking down atop him.
And his tongue.
My fingers hadn’t been long enough to reach that secret spot deep within me, but Varkaan’s tongue…
“God’s Wounds!” I gasped as he brushed against it. I settled lower, spreading my lips across his mouth, trying to get himdeeper deeper deeper. “Aye!”
He made a sound like a chuckle and then his tonguedidhit that spot I loved so much. I bucked against him, grinding my cunny atop his face.
Meanwhile, his fingers hadn’t been idle. While one set pinched and rolled my nipple, the other dropped to my curls, and the tiny budof pleasure hidden there. While I knew many women enjoyed it to be teased, I had never climaxed that way.
‘Twas as if, somehow, Varkaan knew that.
While I rode his mouth, his thick fingers reached down to the skin on either side…andpinched.
The pressure there, combined with what he was doing on the inside, sent me over the edge.
“Varkaan!” I screamed as my inner muscles squeezed him.
In one smooth motion, between one spasm and the next, he slid his tongue from inside me and replaced it with two of his thick fingers. The width startled me, but my bliss was still pushing through me, and he pumped his fingers into me, telling me he was experienced.
His lips could now close around my clitoris and apply suction, and I decided right then and there I hadneverfelt aught better.
“Oh, God’s Wounds, aye! Aye!” I gasped, rocking back and forth atop him.
A part of me, barely coherent, reminded me that if I suffocated the frustrating male, I would be unable to do this again.
But he had asked for it, and besides, my cunny was worth a little suffocation. I ground atop him as the spasms in my core slowly subsided.
Only then did I release him, falling slowly to the side. Instead of emerging with a deep breath, Varkaan followed me, until I was lying stretched on the cool grass, completely naked, and he loomed over me on one elbow.
The lower half of his face was wet with my spend, and I loved the way he flicked his tongue across one tusk unselfconsciously while he studied me.
To be fair, I was covered in his seed as well—I could feel it drying in my hair.
Gods Wounds, he had pushed me to my knees and demanded I service him, had he not? And I had done it, elated for the chance to taste him. Just the thought of him taking me that way, of his domination, made my core spasm again.
And the way one of his brows twitched told me he knew it.
Slowly, Varkaan brought his forefinger to my lips. He pressed down on my lower lip until I opened it, and he slid inside, only as far as his first knuckle, so he could press against my tongue.
His gaze was serious, and deep in his dark eyes I saw that flash of green again. Only this time, it didn’t disappear.
‘Twas a solemn moment, althoughI was uncertain why.
When he removed his finger, he surprised me by dragging that hand down the valley between my breasts, over my stomach…and cupping my mound.
