Page 20 of Agor the Merciless
She tried to pull her arm away, but he held her as he worked the ointment into her left wrist. Her mouth said no, but a hum of anticipation started in her belly. When both wrists were coated, he gathered more of the mixture. Before she could react, he pushed up her shirt, exposing her bare skin.
“What are you…”
Zoe pushed harder against him, and he gave her enough space to turn around, so that now she was with her back to him. On second thought, not a better position than the previous one. At least before, she could see what he was doing. She yelped when his palm pressed against her spine, spreading cream from her shoulders to her lower back in smooth strokes. His hand spanned nearly half her back.
“You’re not playing fair,” she said, her voice tight. She fought to hold on to her anger as her skin tingled under his touch. “Why would you…”
“I would never harm you.” He continued working the ointment into her skin, moving to her shoulders and again down her back. “This helps. I know you were in pain all night, and I’m sorry.”
“It makes me want to…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her body was already responding, leaning into his touch even as her mind resisted.
Agor shifted, moving down to her legs. She kicked at him, a half-hearted gesture that lacked conviction. He caught her calf, his fingers massaging the ointment into her skin from ankle to knee. She couldn’t stop him. A part of her didn’t want to. Her skin warmed wherever the cursed salve touched. The heat building inside her was undeniable and verging on too much already. She struggled to stay sane as lust assaulted her. It was magic, and a mere human couldn’t fight orc magic; her entire species had learned as much during the war.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered.
Agor worked his way up her thighs, his hands relentless. When he reached the top of her thighs, Zoe stopped struggling. She didn’t want to, but at this point, her own body gave her no choice. Her mind felt cloudy and high. Heat flooded her, spreading into her muscles and bones. Her skin prickled, thenburned. Her breath caught as wave after wave of desire washed over her. It was pure, mindless need that took over every cell.
“No,” she gasped as her back arched, pushing into his touch.
Another pulse of heat moved through her, and the sensation pooled between her legs, an ache so intense that she whimpered. She dug her hands into the pelts underneath, her head dropping onto the pillow. She was on all fours, shaking and exposed. She couldn’t fight it. The magic was too strong, overriding her mind. Her fury at being controlled was still there, a distant thought at the back of her mind, but the surface of her awareness was consumed by a single, driving need.
“Please,” she whispered.
Her hips lifted from the furs, seeking him. She wanted to feel his length pressed against her.
“What’s happening to me?”
Agor’s hands reached around her body to spread the cream across her collarbone, down to her breasts.
“You know what you want,” he said in a low, husky voice.
“This is… the magic,” she said. “This isn’t me.”
“It is you.” His breath was warm in her ear. “The ointment doesn’t create desire. It uncovers it.”
She wanted to argue, but a fresh tremor of heat made her muscles go slack. A low sound of frustration and need escaped her throat. Her fingers curled into the furs. The pressure between her legs built with each heartbeat.
“Please...”
“Please what?”
She bit her lip, refusing to say more, even as she trembled.
“Tell me what you need.” His hand slid lower, over her stomach, stopping just short of where she ached. “Say it.”
“Please,” she repeated, hating the desperation in her own voice. “Touch me.”
“Where?” His fingers circled her navel.
“You know where.” Her hips pushed upward.
“Say it.” He nipped at her earlobe.
Her resistance vanished. “Between my legs. Please.”
That was all Agor needed. He gripped her shirt and tore it open. She gasped, her nipples hardening, her skin flushing.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “No matter how much you fight it.”
