Page 84 of Orc's Possession
When his cock expands inside me, I squirm and push up on my feet, the instinct to push back on him too hard to resist. Fear no longer overtakes me even though we’re locked together as one.
“A knot?” I ask, the only words I can manage in my heightened state of arousal.
“We wait.” A male of many words, he isn’t.
“How long this time?”
“As long as it takes.”
His hands slide under my torso and lift me off the hard rock. I chuckle at the irony that I have one hard rock in me and another under me.
“You are well,” he says, misinterpreting my laugh.
His question reminds me that his top warriors watched him fuck then knot me. No shame or fear strangles me. They are no longer of any consequence and I can only think about my male.
Atox gently leans me back against his chest, bearing my weight. A modicum of strength returns to my legs, enough that Ican stand, but he lifts me until my feet no longer touch the ground.
He turns us, so I face his warriors. Completely naked. Spread wide. With his cock still in me. Earlier, he shielded me, now I shield him with my large breasts, my less than slim tummy, and generous hips on full display. Perhaps that’s fair, but I’m back to feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Atox bends backwards, causing me to arch and throw my breasts out.
“Atox?” I question.
“I want them to see you, Paloma. All of you.”
I swallow back a whimper as I catch the warriors staring at me, their eyes cold and near feral, as if they want me. “Why?” I sputter.
“So you can show them who you are.”
“Who am I?” My voice trails off as I’m not sure anymore. I’m standing totally naked, bent like an offering to five warriors while their leader traps me with his knot.
“You are my light and strength, even in the darkness of night, on a cold planet that was never meant to be our home,” Atox says, his words flowing through and over me, reaching the males whose eyes never leave me.
In that moment, I feel no shame about my body, my position, or the fact that I’m as vulnerable as a woman can be. Atox gives me a strength I’ve never known, or maybe I’ve had it all along and he’s the key I needed to unlock it. One by one, I stare into the eyes of each warrior.
“And you are my light and strength,” I say to Atox, loud enough for all to hear. The words feel like vows, and I cling to them as such. “Even in the darkness of night, on a cold planet that was never meant to be our home.” Word for word, I recite what he said.
“Paloma?” he asks, confusion in his voice.
He doesn’t understand that he’s made me feel strong, beautiful,and invincible with his support and love. He believes in me, more than I’ve ever believed in myself.
“They are more than words to me, Atox. Youaremy light and strength. My world will no longer be cold or dark as long as I have you.”
He turns me to face him. I didn’t even realize his cock unknotted, and he had eased out of me. The warriors who witnessed…I guess they are still here, behind us. I no longer care as I stare into Atox’s eyes. They’ve never burned so bright green before.
“Are we mated now?” I ask.
“Mated and bonded in the eyes of the gods.” The pride in his face takes my breath away.
Atox bends down and grips his weapons harness but leaves our clothing where they fell. Clothing holds little importance to a warrior.
I might have to run out here naked in the morning to retrieve my dress, what remains of it. After what I just did in front of five warriors, a short run through camp naked will be easy.
Attitude and confidence. Orcs respect both.
Or maybe I’ll strut through slow and casual, as if I’m wearing clothing. Either way, that will be tomorrow’s decision.
“You are a male of few words, my grak,” I say, throwing some of my newfound strength into my voice as he runs a finger over my lips, cheek, down my throat, to a breast, then up again, as if he’s seeing me for the first time.
