Page 28 of Wagered to the Orc
I allowed my claw to slip free as I tapped a picture of a human man holding a female up against a wall, his very prominent cock thrusting upward into her. “Have ye tried these?”
“Nay,” she whispered. “These are…” Her breathing hitched. “The descriptions speak of a woman’s pleasure.”
And she’d never experienced that with a man before. My lust was somewhat dampened by my rage at her past abuse.
In an effort to distract her, I tapped the upright pair again teasingly. “So, nay to this one?”
She seemed to understand the teasing and snorted delicately. “The Soldier and theCrucible? I do not think ‘tis possible. I have never met a man who could lift a woman like that.”
That was because she’d never been fooked by anorc, but I didn’t say that. Instead, I latched onto her description. “They arenamed? What is this one?” I tapped the next position.
“That isThe Burning Bush.” Her fingers traced the words written below the illustration. “The female sits on a table or other flat surface even with the man’s hips, while he stands between her spread legs. Named thusly because it is said it will make both occupants speak to God.”
My cock was back to throbbing painfully, pushing against her arse. I nearly groaned at the sensation. “’Tis adescription? Gods below.”
She twisted in my lap so that one leg fell over the outside of my thigh, while the other rested along the junction of mine. “You cannot read?” she breathed in surprise.
I was rather more distracted by the sensation of her in my arms, covered only by billowy linen, but I managed a smirk.
“Effie, our languages are close enough we can speak to ye without issue, but reading yer language is beyond me.”
“I am sorry.” Her bright eyes studied me. “Would you like to learn?”
Of the things I wanted to do at that moment, learning to read wasn’t in the top ten. I wanted to push her legs apart, to taste her again. I wanted to plunge into her wet heat. I wanted toclaimher.
But I wouldn’t. Because she didn’t belong to me.
Yet.
“If I said aye, lass, would ye teach me?”
She was nodding. “All I would have to teach you with, however, is this scroll.”
Gods below. I almost closed my eyes on a groan.
“That might be the death of me.” Before she could answer, I tapped another illustration. “What is this one? Could we do that?”
She bent closer and read, “All Out of Carrots. But nay, we would need two other males and a saddle, see? This one isThe Twin Mountains, and requires another female, but I think in a pinch—”
I interrupted by pointing to a position similar to the way we now sat. “And this one?”
I could hear her little catch of breath as she pushed the cleft of her arse against my cock. “The Backwards Donkey.With the man in a seated position, the woman straddles his thighs, her back to his chest and her feet upon the floor, and rides him as if he were a stallion,but facing away. Particularly effective if she likes her hair pulled, or her nipples and clitoris stimulated.”
Torvor’s Hammer! I couldn’t help the way I flexed my hips forward, sliding my trapped cock along her rear, torturing myself with what might be. Her leg shifted to one side of my thighs so shewasstraddling me, her back to my chest, just as in the illustration.
I groaned in need.
“We could do that,” I panted, and closed my eyes, praying for control. “I mean, when ye’re ready, we could try… Oh, gods…”
Chapter 8
Effie
I wanted this.
The realization was…humbling. Strange.
I want this.
