Page 7 of Agor the Merciless
“Turn around, Zoe. Don’t make me ask again.”
Trembling and sweating, she did as she was told. She moved onto her knees and used the rope to keep herself steady. She dropped her head submissively, hoping that he wouldn’t be too hard on her if he saw that she obeyed. When she felt his big hand grope her ass, she startled and yelped, then tried to calm down and breathe evenly.
The first slap came – quick and firm on her left butt cheek. She gasped. The second one on her right butt cheek, and she realized it wasn’t that bad. She could take it. She wrapped her fingers around the rope and held on tight as she steeled herself for each slap and each rough grope as Agor punished her and soothed her, explored her and tested her limits.
And then the leather belt bit into her flesh...
Chapter Five
Zoe screamed and thought of asking him to stop every time the belt met her flushed skin. Yet, she didn’t. Aside from screaming, grunting, and whimpering, she remained silent. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over her cheeks, soaking the pelt underneath her.
She didn’t want to break. She wanted to show him that she was the one. The one for him. His bride. His mate. He’d showed her how much pleasure he could give her, and she’d seen the prize between his thick thighs. If she had to endure a little pain, then so be it. She’d endured more in her past life, physical and otherwise. At least this time, she would be rewarded.
He stopped at some point. Zoe had lost track of time, and she became aware that she’d been anticipating the next bite of the belt for some time, and it never came. She turned to look at him over her shoulder and saw him dip his fingers into a small jar. That intrigued her. His fingers came out coated in something creamy and gooey, and he began spreading the thing on her buttocks. She instantly sighed in relief.
“This will help you heal.”
“What is it?”
“An ointment my mage made for you.”
“For me specifically?”
“For my human bride. You’re the first I use it on, the first who endured without breaking. So, it’s for you.”
That brought a smile to her lips. It felt like he’d just told her she’d passed the test. Except she knew this wasn’t a test, but something that was going to occur regularly.
Agor lathered her in the soothing ointment, and Zoe felt her wounds close and heal. The effect was so quick that she was pretty sure she wasn’t even going to have scars. Then Agor started inching closer and closer to her pussy, and she noticedthat aside from the soothing feeling of being healed, she felt something else, too. It was as if her blood had started boiling in her veins. Her heart beat faster and sweat broke on her temples. Her pussy throbbed with need, and when Agor ran a finger over her folds, she involuntarily thrust her hips into his touch.
“What’s happening?” she panted.
He pushed a coated finger inside her, and she was instantly hot all over, so hot that she could barely breathe. She struggled with the rope, but all she managed was to chafe her wrists.
“Agor... please... I need...” The heat was too much. It boiled in her chest, in her belly, and between her legs.
“This is more than medicine,” he said. “It’s an aphrodisiac.”
“What?” Her eyes went wide. Her thoughts were starting to become jumbled, and no matter how hard she tried to remain in control, she could only think about his cock. The orc captain’s cock and how much she craved it.
“My mage is not only a skilled healer. She is also an expert in all matters of the flesh.”
She couldn’t focus on his words. Her attention was on the finger that pumped in and out of her pussy, stretching her and preparing her.
“Please...”
“You’re begging. I like that.”
“Yes, I’m begging...” She whimpered, desperate. “Please...”
“Tell me what you want, Zoe.”
“Fuck me! Just fuck me already... Fuck me until I can’t move... Oh my God, Agor! I’m yours. I’m your bride, so please just... please...”
He removed his finger, and then she finally felt the tip of his cock press against her. He was big and blunt, and it took him a moment to slip inside, and she had to bite her tongue at how much it burned and stung. Even with the magic ointment, she still felt like she was being torn in two.
Words started to fail her. She tried to say something, but it came out jumbled, and she ended up expressing herself only through moans and screams. Agor didn’t stop, and she didn’t want him to stop. Slowly, he entered her fully, and she wondered how it was even possible. Surely, her pussy couldn’t accommodate his entire length. Maybe the ointment that was also an aphrodisiac had somehow helped her stretch for him. But no matter how stretched she was, he was still huge, and she was still small and tight.
“Zoe,” he breathed. “My bride...”
