Page 32 of The Iron Oath
“I am an orc with strong shoulders. I can bear whatever is thrown my way.” Magoza’s lips reached Amuleta’s ear.
Her warm breath skated against Amuleta’s cheek. She nipped Amuleta’s ear, soothing it with her tongue. Her hand continued on its journey and tugged up Amuleta’s long skirt. It disappeared underneath the material. “And our world needs to learn that change can be good. There are more like you. Fated mates aren’t reserved to only one race. Why should we hide the beauty of what the gods have created?”
Amuleta could barely think as Magoza’s callused hand traveled along her thighs. Her core clenched with need from the feeling of Magoza surrounding her. They may still beriding toward their destination, but it felt as if they were in their own world. Magoza’s lips returned to her neck while her fingers arrived at the junction of where her thigh and center met. Magoza boldly moved her undergarment to the side and connected with her swollen clit.
A groan tore from Amuleta. She arched her hips toward Magoza’s hand. Sitting in the saddle allowed her legs to be open for Magoza to be able to explore her. Her talented finger strummed her sensitive flesh.
“Did you know you belong to me?” Magoza applied the slightest pressure with her finger.
Amuleta’s eyes fluttered closed. She had to focus on the question. She jerked her head in a nod.
“Oh no. I want to hear you say it. Do you belong to me?”
“Yes,” Amuleta whimpered. She wasn’t going to deny it to herself or to the world. She was going to follow fate, and if it was meant for her and Magoza to join together as one, then so be it. Another cry escaped her as Magoza’s finger shifted and moved. She dipped into Amuleta’s silky heat where she was met with the slickness that poured from her.
“That’s what I want to hear,” Magoza rasped.
Her finger was drenched in Amuleta’s nectar. She dragged the wetness to Amuleta’s clit and massaged the bundle of nerves. She repeated her motion again while Amuleta’s body writhed on the saddle. She bit her lip to keep quiet, but Magoza must have sensed it. Her other hand swept underneath Amuleta’s tunic and traveled up to her breast.
She gripped it in a tight hold. “Don’t hold back,doakir. I want to hear you.”
“But what if someone is nearby?” Amuleta whispered.
Her hips undulated underneath Magoza’s touch. Her finger was coaxing Amuleta toward heaven. Her warm hand massagedher aching mound. Her fingers gripped her nipple and gave it a rough tug. It sent a bolt of lightning straight to Amuleta’s center.
“I want them to hear you,doakir.” She shifted the skirt up higher, exposing Amuleta.
She balled the material until it remained in place. Amuleta felt wanton and sexy at the same time. Her heart raced at the dominant display of desire from Magoza. At the moment, she would do whatever Magoza wanted of her. Magoza boldly cupped Amuleta’s pussy and nipped her ear.
“If anyone tries to take this away from me, I will chop off their hand with my axe.”
More slick seeped from Amuleta’s core. Magoza’s finger flicked her swollen nub hard while increasing the pace. Amuleta did as she was commanded and allowed her cries to flow from her. Magoza continued to strike and rub her breasts. Amuleta turned her head toward Magoza’s and offered her lips. Magoza captured them and commanded the kiss. Her tongue swept inside Amuleta’s mouth. She stroked Amuleta’s in a slow and steady duel.
There was no denying the heat and passion between them. Fate obviously knew what she was doing. This was commanded by the gods. Who was anyone to stand in the way of fate?
Amuleta’s hips bucked toward Magoza’s fingers. Sensations coursed through her body that took her breath away. She tore her lips from Magoza’s and stared into her eyes. Her pants and cries were the only sounds coming from her.
“That’s right,doakir. Take your pleasure,” Magoza said.
Her eyes darkened as she watched Amuleta. She pinched then tugged on Amuleta’s nipple. The repeated motions on Amuleta’s clit and her nipple were too much for her to bear. Magoza brought the shukans to a halt and withdrew her fingers from Amuleta’s core.
“What are you doing?” Amuleta gasped. Her climax was on the horizon. Her chest rose and fell swiftly.
Magoza jumped down from the shukan.
“Turn this way,” Magoza muttered.
She spun Amuleta toward her and brought one leg to rest on her shoulder. Amuleta cried out from the move. It left her open and exposed for Magoza. A growl rumbled from Magoza, and she took in Amuleta’s soaked core. Amuleta gripped the bar of the saddle in one hand and rested the other on the shukan. She wasn’t sure how she was balanced, but it was apparent Magoza wasn’t going to let her fall.
“Hold on tight,doakir.”
Her mouth covered Amuleta’s core. Amuleta screamed from the intense pressure from her mate suckling her swollen bundle. She gripped the poor shukan’s hair in her hand tight as Magoza devoured her. She had to fight to keep her balance while Magoza’s tongue swept through her drenched folds. The sounds of the orc feasting filled the air. She pushed first one finger inside Amuleta, and then with a growl, she added another one.
“Magoza!” Amuleta screamed.
She turned herself over to the pleasure that was overtaking her. She trembled under the delicious assault. Magoza was a female determined to have what she wanted, and that was currently Amuleta’s pussy.
“That’s right. Call my name.” Magoza lifted her head. Her amber eyes burned bright with lust and passion. Her thick fingers pounded inside Amuleta. She dropped her head again and focused on Amuleta’s nub.
