Page 12 of Last Shot at Love

The LED candles flickered as I carried him through the pathway, back into the sanctuary of our suite. I tossed him onto the bed, my bed, and watched as he lay there, looking up at me with wide, aroused eyes. His paws reached for me, desperate to maintain the connection, to feel the warmth of my skin against his.

I sat beside him, the bed dipping under my weight. Slowly, deliberately, I placed my hand on his leg. It wasn’t a hold of restraint but a promise of what was to come.

His purrs grew louder, his body relaxing under my touch, the tension in his body melting away.

Kael’s grip tightened on the blanket, his claws inadvertently slicing through the fabric as he maintained his intense gaze with mine. It was a look that spoke volumes, one of need, trust, and a hunger that matched my own.

Without hesitation, I reached for the ties of his loincloth. My fingers worked swiftly, untying them and yanking the cloth away, discarding it haphazardly onto the floor.

Gazing down at Kael, I was struck by the stark beauty of his naked form, something primal and majestic about him that was utterly captivating.

My gaze fixated on a part of him I had never seen before. His stav was unlike anything I had encountered; it was vastly different from an orc’s.

The entire surface was lined with tiny, fine fleshy barbs, and while it wasn’t particularly thick, its length was impressive.

My lips parted slightly, my breath hitching as I imagined the feel of him. Licking my lips, I found myself practically drooling, my imagination running wild with thoughts of how it would feel to have him inside me. My mind raced with images of us entwined, his stav ravishing me, fulfilling desires I hadn’t even known I possessed.

As I took in the rest of his form, his allure seemed to magnify. I could detect the subtle scent of his need, a tantalizing aroma that cut through my own potent orc pheromones. He, too, was producing his own enticing aroma, beckoning me to claim him.

Though my scent was designed to be overpowering, his own desire called to me, a siren song of primal attraction. But nothing, not even the powerful pheromones of a wolven or catman in rut, could overpower an orc’s.

His stav oozed with his uncontrollable lust, the pre-mating essence attempting to lure me in. The delicious scent radiating off him was impossible to ignore, a silent invitation that my body ached to accept.

I could no longer resist; reaching down, I wrapped my hand around him. Kael hissed in pleasure, the sound sending a jolt straight to my core.

Feeling the rubbery barbs bristle against my fingers ignited an even deeper craving within me. I yearned to feel him inside me, a need so strong it was almost painful—to experience the full intensity of our connection.

“I know we’ve just met,” I muttered, my voice husky with desire as I met his heated gaze. “But I don’t think I can go to bed tonight without having you inside me. Without claiming you as mine.”

“Claim me, take me,” he urged, his voice thick with longing, his dark eyes pleading with me to fulfill our mutual need. “I was yours the moment I laid eyes on you.”

His words, so raw and honest, echoed the primal need within me.

At that moment, any remaining barriers fell away.

I tightened my grip on his barbed phallus and began to pump, slow but deliberately, needing to make sure he was nice and hard for me. My fingers glistened in the slick precum oozing between them.

I was captivated by the fragrant scent wafting from his stav, and the increasing warmth spreading throughout my body.

I thrust my hand vigorously along Kael’s twitching shaft, feeling every ripple of pleasure that coursed through him. His mewls increased in intensity as I pushed him ever closer to his climax, teasingly stroking him exquisitely until he was trembling with anticipation.

I wasn’t ready for him to finish yet; I wanted to savor it.

Drink in the flavor of him, as much as feel its girth filling me.

“Please, please stop teasing me.” Kael’s plea was a raw, guttural sound that reverberated through the room, laced with desperation and desire.

His stav twitched in my hand, reacting to every stroke and touch as he shifted restlessly on the bed.

Smirking at his reaction, the power to elicit such a response from him filled me with a heady sense of control. “But I’m enjoying this too much,” I teased, my voice a sultry murmur as I continued to stroke him.

His green eyes, dark with arousal, fixed on me, a silent entreaty that was almost my undoing. Yet, I held back, wanting this moment to stretch out, wanting to savor the anticipation building between us.

The air was thick with our combined scents, the primal aroma of desire that spoke of our deepening bond. I felt my own body responding, a yearning growing within me that mirrored the need I saw in his eyes.

With deliberate slowness, I leaned down, my breath hot against his fur. “I want you, Kael,” I whispered, letting my lips graze his stav with the promise of what was to come. “And when I have you, it will be worth the wait.”

I collapsed onto the fluffy rug, wedging myself between his furry legs and eagerly taking his hardness into my hands. I instinctively wrapped my lips around it, drawing out its flavor.

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