Page 39 of Wagered to the Orc
And I nearly groaned in realization.
This game again? Aye,please. This was one of her favorites, reminding us both of how she came to be here with me, and knowing this was somethingsheenjoyed made it even better for me. Besides, it satisfied my greedy, possessiveKteer.
“Master, is there aught I can do for you?” she purred, tipping her chin down and peering up at me through her lashes, as if shy. “You seem painfully aroused. Can I be…of service?”
Groaning, I dropped my hands to my belt.
Taking my action for the surrender ‘twas, I saw a flicker of triumph in Effie’s eyes before she settled back into the persona of my slave-girl.
It had taken a year for us to find this balance; the balance which suited both of us. Her past trauma likely led to her actuallyenjoyingthis subservience, likely because she knew ‘twas all an act. And as much as I wanted to protect and cherish my Mate, my primitive side loved it when she asked to service me.
So as my kilt dropped to the ground, I reached for her shoulder, pushing her to her knees. “Aye, lass,” Irasped. “I think ye need a bit more practice withThe Supplicant Swan.”
I could smell her arousal as she dropped before me, and the scent only made my lust pound harder through my veins.
With her hands behind her back—as if she were bound?—my Mate rubbed her cheek along my cock, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. She opened her mouth and captured my sack, tugging lightly, then licked—long and lewd—as far up my cock as she could reach.
Gods below, how did I get so lucky?
I dropped one hand to the crown of her head so I could guide her, and with the other I captured my cock and tipped it downward so she could reach it.
Effie slid her mouth over the tip, humming in delight when she tasted the seed already seeping from the end. In the last year, we’d learned that she enjoyed my taste, which was apparently much more flavorful than human men. The amount of saliva she produced told me today was no exception.
I used my palm to spread it up and down my cock as her small head bobbed. She could take no more than a few inches into her mouth, but that was no detriment. After all, she could takeallof me deep in her cunny. And I found it just as pleasurable to stroke myself as she licked me, those big blue eyes staring so trustingly up at me.
I wanted to paint her face with my cum.
“Touch yerself,” I rasped, surprised how quickly my release was building. “Be a good lass and touch yerself.”
Effie was tiny enough she couldn’t reach my cock if she bent forward to use her fingers on her cunny, and we both knew this. Instead, she lifted her hands to her breasts, and we both moaned as she cupped and squeezed.
Torvor’s Hammer, the sight of my Mate pleasuring herself never failed to spike my arousal, and today was no exception. I felt my release building in my ballocks, in the small of my back. I kept pumping my cock as I stroked her hair, then moved to the side of her neck.
“Such a good lass,” I murmured, half for her and half for myself. “Doing as ye’re told. Sucking my cock like a good girl.”
With a moan of need, Effie’s efforts doubled, her tongue moving faster as she tried to take even more of my cock down her throat. The scent of her arousal spiked, and I could see her hips rocking forward, seeking pressure against that sensitive clitoris.
My Mate was desperatefor a release.
“Ye want to come, my wee human?” I stroked her skin as I stroked my cock. “Ye want to come before me?”
She managed to shake her head, even as she squeezed her own tits in desperation. I adored teasing her like this, only because I knew she loved it too.
“’Tis my responsibility to make ye come first,” I reminded her in a croon. “But I think today I’ll be selfish.”
Effie’s nod was eager, and my cock popped free of her mouth. I used the opportunity to spread around some more of her saliva, my pumps becoming almost frantic. She pressed her mouth to the underside of my shaft, so my fingers brushed against her with each stroke, and shifted her hips forward until her thighs almost bracketed my shin.
We were both completely nude, out in the open, and she was humping my leg like a bitch in heat. I knew I had to satisfy her.
But then my Effie tipped her head back and stared up at me as she rolled her own nipples. Rolled them and tugged at them. Her eyes went wide in surprise at the sensation, and I swear to all the gods they grew even rosier and more swollen.
When she did it again, myKteertook over.
Still pumping, I positioned her mouth over my cock. When she eagerly sucked it down, I gave myself one more stroke and let go.
I came down her throat with a roar, spilling my seed into her mouth and stomach and across her lips. ‘Twas too much— ‘twas always too much—but that didn’t stop my Mate. Her eyes glazed with desire, my Mate eagerly lapped at my spend, swallowing it down with enthusiasm of which I would never tire.
But despite my own release, I could no longer contain myself. My cock was still spurting when I dropped to my knees and lifted her, latching my mouth to her nipples. She tasted different today, and I wanted to revel in this new sensation.
