Page 83 of Orc's Possession
A second orgasm strikes on the heels of the first, tearing my thoughts away from our witnesses. My hands grip and wrap around Atox’s hair as I ride the waves. My brave, determined, and often stubborn orc is on a mission to please me. That very thought astounds me. Atox is not the selfish male I once thought he was.
I push his head back so I can meet his eyes. I don’t want to see his warriors. Only him. He is the one I want in my bed and my life.
“Fuck me, Atox. Or do whatever it takes to get this damn ceremony over with so we can return to our furs and I can show you what you mean to me.”
The fire that lights his eyes… Damn, I’ll never forget them as long as I live. Brilliant, full of life andhope.
I’m not sure I understand how my words caused such a reaction, but I won’t question this male who refuses to give up on me, even when I gave up on him.
Atox lifts me off the stone platform until my bare feet touch the cold ground. He turns me around slowly and bends me over it, not being nearly as rough as I thought he’d be in front of his warriors. The smooth stone surface chills my breasts. A second later, his massive cock thrusts into me fast and hard.
When I realize his body shields most of me from the warriors’ eyes, it becomes easier to focus on Atox, even though I can’t see him at this angle. I think about his touch, the way his hands wander from my hip down my arms, and the kisses he plants on my back.
As his thrusts intensify, his cock penetrates me deeper than I believed possible. I grip the far edge of the platform for purchase.
Every nerve in me quickly becomes sensitized. To his cock, his hands dancing over my skin, even the cold night air.
Heavy grunts echo off the mountain. Followed by softer high-pitched moans that I almost don’t recognize as my own. Atox pinches and plays with my clit, distracting me, pleasuring me,consumingme.
He doesn’t need to prove his strength over me.Thatis a given.
As their grak, he’s the example on how to treat a mate. He’ll take his pleasure, but he’ll give it too.
Our people.
His words were not lost on me earlier. He considers me one of his people. An orc.
An orc would not see shame in what must be.
There is no shame if you don’t allow it.
This is a moment of giving, receiving, commitment, even joy. A declaration that he’s chosen me. And I’ve chosen him.
Which means giving this relationship my all.
With that thought, I start to enjoy each thrust of his massive cock, and how one hand caresses my side while the other circles my clit.
“You are doing well, my female.”
“As are you, my grak.” I figure using his title in front of his warriors, assuming they can hear our whispers, will gain him some respect. I will never intentionally make him look weak in front of others, that much I’ve decided. No matter how angry I might be with Atox, he fights for his people… and me. He deserves our respect.
Atox chuckles, which from an orc is a deep, hearty sound, full of spirit, much like the male himself.
“You will come for me, Paloma.”
“I can’t come on command,” I say. But clearly he has other ideas as he thrusts so fast I lose my grip on the stone. Only his hold on my hips keeps me standing. The smell of burning wood mixes with Atox’s woodsy scent as he drives into me, over andover. It turns into a hard fucking. Punishing, in fact, and makes my entire body buzz.
But I’ve never felt so alive.
“They’re still watching,” I say with more courage, even acceptance.
“Yes, they are. Show them who you are, my little warrior. The fierce orc that is in your soul. Show them. Showme.”
Despite all the frustration and embarrassment I’ve gone through because of this orc, I want to make him proud. Atoxcaresabout me. Truly cares. I’ll fight for him, more than I will myself. Icareabout him that much. And this risha ceremony is important to him.
“Now,” he orders, at the same time he pinches my clit, throwing me over the cliff.
My body tightens around his cock and every nerve ending explodes with pleasure as I squeeze him. I would sink to the ground if Atox wasn’t holding me.
