Page 21 of Agor the Merciless
She was already on her stomach, and he pushed her down, so her hips were up in the air. She didn’t resist. Her breath came in short pants as he yanked down her panties, leaving her naked. He spread her thighs, pushed her shoulders down, and it struck her that it was as if she was a doll in his hands – a thought that pissed her off to no end, but could do nothing about given the circumstances.
“Look how ready you are for me,” he said, running a finger from her clit to her dripping pussy. “So wet.”
“It’s the cream,” she protested.
“It’s more than that.” He leaned over her, his voice low in her ear. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”
Her face burned against the pillow. Her mind recoiled at the indignity, but her body responded to his rough handling. His mouth found the place where her neck met her shoulder. He bit, hard enough to mark, and the sharp sensation went straight to her core. His tongue soothed the spot, but there was no tenderness in it. It was a gesture meant to push her deeper into the haze.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “Yes.”
His hand slid between her legs from behind, two thick fingers pushing inside her, stretching her. She cried out in relief.
“You’re soaked,” he growled.
She wanted to deny it, but his thumb found her clit and pressed hard, circling. Words dissolved into a moan she couldn’t hold back.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He worked her with his fingers, his other hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. When she began to tighten around him, he withdrew.
“No,” she whimpered. “More...”
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her. He drove into her with a single, powerful thrust. The sudden stretch stung, but the ointment did help her get used to it quickly. Her mind fought him even as her body welcomed him, her inner walls clamping around his thickness.
“This is what you need,” he said, his voice strained as he began to move. “This is what you fought against.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “Yes.”
The rhythm was hard and fast. Each thrust jolted her forward. The sound of skin against skin echoed off the stone, punctuated by her breathless cries.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Please.”
She hated that he’d used magic against her, hated that her body responded. But underneath the anger was a truth she couldn’t escape: this raw, animal claiming was exactly what a part of her craved.
His pace increased. One hand snaked around to find her clit again, rubbing hard. She tried to hold back, to deny him the satisfaction, but the combined assault was too much.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “I’m so close.”
Her orgasm came without warning, a deep contraction that seized her. She cried out, not even caring the other orcs could hear her.
He felt her come, her body gripping him. He allowed himself a few more thrusts before his own release followed, hot inside her, filling her to the brim. He waited until his balls were empty and all his seed was in her womb, where it belonged until she would fall heavy with his child.
Finally, he rolled away, and he couldn’t help but notice how she pulled away from him, curling within herself. Her reaction hurt. He didn’t know how to deal with it, so he just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Zoe felt shaky and vulnerable. On the one hand, she wanted to press herself against his side and let him wrap her in his strong arms, but on the other hand… she didn’t want him right now. She was mad at him, still, especially as the effects of the magic ointment were wearing off. She wanted to wash herself but was too exhausted to even move. Quite frankly, she realized she wanted to be alone.
Chapter Twelve
Agor pushed himself up from the bed and fastened his leather pants, then added his usual belt.
“You are free to walk among the horde. You may speak with whomever you please.” His tone was low and firm, like he was giving her orders, laying out her rights and responsibilities.
Zoe didn’t move.
“But the garage is forbidden. Your hands will remain clean. Your role is to be my mate.” He turned to her. “Beautiful. Cared for.”
He spoke as if granting her a precious gift. As if limiting her freedom was his highest tribute.
