Page 49 of Orc's Claim
He releases my clit only for his hands to spread my ass cheeks. Without warning, a wet finger rims my back hole and pushes in.
The string tethering me to this plane breaks.
“Yeeeessss!” I shout as my body arches and my walls seize his cock. I revel in the sweet release as his cock pulses inside me. The blissful warmth of his cum coats my walls as my body slowly comes down from the high.
I cannot move.
He’s broken me.
Just as I’ve broken him. My not-so-sweet orc gave me what I asked for, showed me all of who he is.
He’s mine now. All of him. Not just the sweet and sexy side, but the raw male with needs, the male who will take and conquer, the orc who will now see me as more than a fragile human who will break beneath him… or because of him.
A smile overtakes my face. Equals.
“Vekking perfect,” he says with a soft sigh as his body drapes over mine.
“Yes,” I agree. “And I didn’t break.”
“No, you didn’t.” Another kiss lands on my neck as we remain in that position for several long breaths. His cock pulses inside me as gentle hands stroke my back. I’m waiting for him to get off me, but instead, he lifts me with his cock still inside me and carries me to a boulder where he drapes me over the smooth top. “This position will be easier.”
“For what?” I ask dreamily. I’m not sure I have an ounce of energy for a second round with him, though it’s nice being off my hands and knees. My feet touch the ground, though Ryko’s holding me upright.
“For completion.”
I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but I want to face him, look into those dark eyes and see the curl of his lips after what we just did.
I move to slide off him, but I can’t pull off his cock. “Something’s wrong. We’re stuck!”
As calm as can be, he pets my hair and whispers, “My cock will release in time.”
“Release? What do you mean?”
“My knot locks us together.”
“Your cock has knots? I remember the ridges, but no knots.”
“My cock knotted to keep my seed from escaping.” When I say nothing, he adds, “Does this not happen with human males?”
“No.” My voice shakes, and I suddenly feel trapped, until his body bends over mine, enveloping me like a warm blanket. Tender kisses land at the base of my neck, then work their way down my clavicle to my shoulder, calming me until the panic passes.
“How long?” I ask, still nervous about what I don’t understand.
“Knotting is a gift from the gods. It means they have accepted our mating. And the knot increases the chance of siring a youngling, a second blessing, if we are fortunate.”
“Pregnant?”
His hand curves over my belly. “A youngling is not assured with knotting, but likely.”
He’s serious. Shock runs through me.
“I can’t get pregnant,” I stutter. “I mean, I can, but—” But what? I’m not ready to be a mom exactly, but I’ve always wanted a baby someday. I stare into Ryko’s handsome face, at how he’s totally fixated on my every word, and how soft his expression is toward me. A baby… The idea is terrifying, and yet rather exciting. But I can’t even think about all the good parts about having a baby, not given the problems with our people.
I take a deep breath and force myself to think about what getting pregnant would do. And I shudder with the reality.
“If I get pregnant, my people will know I’ve been with someone, and then they’ll start questioning me.”
“No one will touch you. This is a true mating no one can question because we are meant for one another. We will be safe.”
