Page 24 of Wagered to the Orc
“Good girl,” he murmured, dragging that finger upward into my curls. “Ye’re so wet.”
He did it again, and this time his fingertip dragged right over the bud of my pleasure, hidden among my curls.The Harlot’s Guidecalled it a clitoris, but I only knew it felt good, oh-so-good, when Korvak rubbed it with my own dew.
He made a humming sound, somewhere between pleasure and interest, and did it again. And again, until his attention was split between that spot and my nipples, and I was half mad with lust, panting and pushing myself against him, my hands scrabbling uselessly at his hips.
Then in one movement, he pushed away from me, and I was left bereft, swaying in confusion.
“On yer knees, lass.”
I had heard that command before, but this time I went eagerly, hoping this meant I could taste him soon. Would he taste differently than John, who often stank of unwashed flesh? Korvak was—
And then I stopped thinking, because his hand was on my lower back, pushing me forward. I dropped my weight forward to my palms, so I was now on my hands and knees there in the grass.
Korvak moved behind me, and I expected him to push that huge cock into me from behind.Auld Furry Weasel, that’s what the Guide called this position, which looked the way dogs and horses performed the act. Tupping from behind.
I vowed to take his cock without crying out, no matter the size.
I was that eager, that desperate.
But ‘twas not his cock I felt next…but his tongue.
Korvak’s tongue swiped me from my clitoris back toward my arse, and I forgot my vow not to cry out.
“Kor—“ I gasped. “What are ye…?”
“Hush,” he commanded, mouth against my core. “I’m focused on this pretty cunny, and I cannae be bothered toanswer questions.”
I jerked as his tongue slithered along my cleft. “But—”
One of his hands caught my arse cheek and squeezed. “Hush. Do ye understand, lass? Stop arguing.”
Since his tongue found my core then and pushed inside, I could do little more than whimper, “Aye, Master.”
I thought I felt him smile.
And then I could focus onnaughtother than the dual sensations of his licking and stroking. His tusks brushed against the inside of my thighs, and I found myself shivering at the sensation, holding my breath, not knowing when ‘twould come. I opened my legs farther, hoping to encourage him in this incredible pleasure he was bringing me.
His fingers came into play, rubbing between my legs, creating an obscenely arousing sort of sloshing noise as he moved my liquid desire back and forth. His tongue, meanwhile, teased and suckled, while his hums seemed to offer praise and pleading all at once.
To my surprise, my desire built, higher and higher. It had been many years since I had viewed intimacy as anything other than a burden, a weapon wielded by men. I used to be able to bring myself to ecstasy, alone in my bed…
But no man had ever bothered to try.
That thought alone nearly sent me over the edge.
Then Korvak moved his mouth and shifted his fingers to my core. He pushed in first one, then two thick digits, while his tongue caressed and encouraged. His tusk brushed against my sensitive skin, but I was already rocking against him. His other hand found my clitoris, playing with me, and dimly I wondered how he was supporting himself behind me…
And then he slid another finger into me, and my inner muscles tightened, and I fell over the edge to oblivion.
My climax slammed into me, milking round after round of pleasure from me, my spasms causing me to jerk backward against him. I pushed my cunny into Korvak’s mouth, not even caring if I was being too greedy, too desperate.
All I knew was I neededmore more more.
And he gave it to me.
He murmured sweet words of praise to me between gentle licks as his fingers slowly thrust into me, allowing my bliss to stretch impossibly long.
“Such a good lass. Look at how beautiful ye are, eh? Gods below, Effie, ye’reremarkable. So perfect.”
