Page 6 of Agor the Merciless
There was warm water in the bucket, and when she was done eating, Agor dipped a clean cloth in it and proceeded to run it down Zoe’s bare arms. Her skin tingled, and she liked the sensation. He washed her neck, and when he needed to go lower, he pulled at her blouse. By now, she was turned on beyond herown understanding, and she didn’t resist him one bit when he removed her blouse and her bra. She thought that Mark had certainly never made her feel this way.
Agor stared at her breasts for a minute, then swallowed hard and continued washing her meticulously. Her nipples became as hard as pebbles. He had yet to touch her breasts, and they were already so sensitive and swollen, craving his attention. When he finally ran the wet cloth over them, she closed her eyes and let out a moan. He grunted in approval and continued to wash her, until he regretfully had to turn his attention to her back and shoulders.
He reached the hem of her jeans, and this time, he allowed her to stand up so he could fully undress her. Once the jeans were off, he ran a hand over her long, smooth legs, and she thought he did it almost reverently. He ignored her panties for a minute, then his fingers found their way up her thighs and between her legs, where he gently rubbed her through the thin, soaked fabric. She groaned and placed her hands on his strong shoulders for support. His thumb circled her clit, the touch so soft that all it did was to tease her.
“Please...”
She was so wet, throbbing with desire, and the way he touched her... No man had ever touched her like that. He’d said he was going to be rough. Maybe he didn’t know the meaning of the word in English? Because what he was doing to her wasn’t rough. It was sinfully delicious. She wanted more, more, more.
“Please...”
He frowned and ripped her panties like they were nothing. That made her gasp and tremble, and he guided her back down on the pelts. He pushed her onto her back and continued washing her, this time running the cloth up and down her legs, rubbing her soles, bending her legs so he could reach the back ofthem. He then abandoned the cloth into the bucket and took his time to stare at her naked form.
Zoe looked up through her long, dark eyelashes. The lust she saw in his eyes sent a warm current to her core. She was out of patience. He’d teased her so much that she was dripping onto the bed. If that was what he meant by causing her pain...
And then Agor took hold of her knees and spread her legs open. She breathed in sharply when she realized she was fully exposed now, and he was looking right at her pussy.
“You have no hair,” he said.
“I... I shave.”
He cocked his head as he traced her slit with the tip of his finger. She shuddered and opened her legs more. The whole thing should’ve made her want to hide in shame. She was blushing like mad. She felt her cheeks and neck on fire, but she didn’t want him to stop. The way he looked at her... The way his eyes devoured her body... Right now, Agor was making her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She’d never thought of herself that way, seeing how she’d always been on the bigger, heavier side, and she’d never imagined the feeling would be so overwhelming and exhilarating. She wanted to feel like this for the rest of her life.
Where was Agor’s roughness? So far, he’d only worshiped her.
And then he fell upon her, and his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue seeking her wetness, licking her clean, pushing inside her for more. She held onto the pelts and threw her head back, moaning with abandon. The more thoroughly he cleaned her, the more she gushed, until he was drinking her juices and grunting, groaning, growling for more.
“Oh... Agor...”
He teased her entrance with one long, thick finger, and she soon started thrusting her hips down, trying to get him to penetrate her. When he kept teasing her, Zoe lifted herself onher elbows and looked down, only to find him staring up at her, a grin on his lips. His tusks shined brightly in the candlelight. And as he watched her, he finally pushed his finger in, parting her, filling her, making her whimper with need.
It wasn’t enough.
He moved onto his knees, and as he pumped his finger in and out of her pussy, he removed his belt and undid his leather pants.
Zoe watched in awe as he pulled his cock out. It was dark green, and the engorged head glistened with pre-cum. She found herself licking her lips even as she tried to process the fact that Agor was so big that his cock might not fit inside her. To her surprise, at that thought, her pussy clenched around his finger. She realized that even if she ended up hurt, she wanted him to fuck her. She was so turned on, so wet, so desperate to orgasm, that she would accept anything Agor wanted to do to her.
The orc captain pumped his cock lazily, and more pre-cum gathered at the slit. Then he lay back down, still gripping his shaft, satisfied that Zoe had seen it and hadn’t asked him to stop. His tongue found her clit again, and this time, he attacked it greedily, licking and sucking, pressing and teasing, until she was a moaning mess.
Zoe came with a shudder, her walls clenching around his finger, her pussy releasing juices that he immediately lapped up. She slumped on the bed, and he removed his finger. She lay like that, staring at the ceiling, waiting for her breathing to calm down.
She felt Agor climb on top of her, and she expected to feel his cock at her entrance, but instead, he reached for her wrists. She gasped and looked up, but it was too late to protest. Not that she was sure she wanted to...
He tied her wrists with rope she had no idea where he’d been hiding, and then hooked the rope to a bolt in the wall,right above her head. A bolt she hadn’t noticed before. Her eyes widened.
“What... what are you doing?”
He moved away from her. His cock was hard and pointing at her, pre-cum dripping onto her leg.
“Turn around.”
“What?” She pulled at the rope and felt it rub painfully on the sensitive skin of her wrists.
“Turn around,” he repeated in a grave, even voice. It made her think that he was holding himself back. “I promise I won’t spank you too hard.”
Her jaw dropped. “Spank me?” But her pussy, ever the betrayer, throbbed and gushed in anticipation.
Agor found the belt he’d discarded earlier and showed it to her.
