Page 49 of Agor the Merciless
The hand he had on her hip reached around to touch her where they joined, finding her clit and massaging it with firm strokes. His fingers moved with his thrusts, making her tighten around his cock. She threw her head back.
“I’m close,” she breathed. “Don’t you dare stop…” She wanted to add a threat, but he complied so well, fucking her harder and faster, that she didn’t feel it was necessary. Also, she couldn’t think anymore.
“Together,” he said.
She knew that if she orgasmed, he would follow immediately. With a sharp cry, she tensed up and came hard, soaking his cock in her juices. She heard him let out a grunt, and then he stilled, pumping her full of his seed. He didn’t let go of her until he was certain he’d released all of it into her pussy. When he pulled out, she dripped right onto the pelts.
Agor didn’t waste any time untying her. She was shaking as he pulled her against his chest and held her. He massaged the faint marks around her wrists to get the blood flowing. Zoe had made him promise to never use any sort of ointment on her, not even if he went overboard sometimes and actually hurt her a little. She’d rather deal with the pain than risk getting addicted to orc magic again. And she didn’t care that Lyra the Mage swore she had recipes that were completely safe, recipes she’d developed herself, not taken from Grak the Bitter’s book.
Zoe nestled in the orc captain’s arms, feeling complete and at peace. She placed her hand over his where it rested on her belly. Their child moved under their joined hands.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Are you?”
“More than I knew was possible.”
They stayed like that until sleep claimed them, wrapped in each other’s arms, safe in the knowledge that what they built together was stronger than anything that had tried – or would ever try – to break them apart.
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