Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
The vibration in my balls intensifies against her hot cunt as a wave of pleasure explodes in my center and my knot thickens under the flesh of her breasts.
Emmie goes still, my tip in her mouth as she sucks like a child for comfort then her orgasm takes her. I feel the gush of her climax against my balls.
I lean down and bury my mouth into her neck, biting into her with my tusks, feeling her pulse, a wave of joy and contentment I’ve never known, making my eyes burn and my heart clench.
When we can breathe again, I pour her a mug of mead and curl her into my lap. Her scent is on me and mine on her, although the pleasure of the mating is still to come and it is hard to believe there could be anything better than this.
“Yum,” she says. “It’s different than I expected, but refreshing and sort of…tangy.”
“Just like you,” I reply as she takes a long drink of the mead.
I hold her against me as she chatters and drinks, my mind focused more than ever on solidifying our clan’s claim so we can expand and be safe. Before long, Emmie is slurring and mumbling and before I realize, she’s drunk.
A little sweet burp seeps from her lips. “S’cuze me.” She giggles and I take her mug, angry that I didn’t take into account the fermentation of the drink could have a more intense effect on a small human than a huge orc.
The sky starts to darken, clouds rolling overhead, and I set Emmie down next to the pillows, dressing myself then looking at her tattered clothing.
I wrap her in a soft suede hide as she sways and her head wobbles on her shoulders. Before long, she is snoring in my arms as I carry her back home, the light rain just starting as I manage to get us into the house before she is chilled and drenched.
I consider laying her on the hard bench in the main living space but it is not soft and besides, she is my mate, my wife and she should be in my bed. I carry her down the hall into my bedchamber, the mattress and woven blankets soft as I lay her down, head on the pillows.
Orcs sleep naked and seeing her naked again, conscious or not, pleases me, so I feel there is no harm in unwrapping my bride from the hide and admiring her once again, this time in my bed, naked.
I am hard, of course, that seems unending so I try to distract myself by putting away some of the supplies my mother and sister must have dropped off while I was away. There is food and drinks, some of them from the human market. Leave it to those two females to always be ten steps ahead of the males in our family.
I busy myself as best I can, working around my cock making everything I try to do harder, so I strip down, the sky dark, rain pattering on the roof and more than anything I want to be next to my wife.
In the bedroom, she is still sound asleep. Arms over her head, breathing low and even. She is like a child in the center of my orc-sized bed and I kneel on the edge, then I see it.
Then, I feel it.
The room is lit with a green glow. Both my cocks throb and pulse in unison as the glow brightens.
She is fertile. It is time.
My temples throb. I cannot mate her like this, unconscious. Even the most primal part of me knows that is not how it should be.
The head of my cock is spurting seed already, the pain in my balls making me grunt and double over.
I can’t.
I can’t.
I repeat it to myself over and over but the glow only intensifies. The throbbing blinding me.
I drive my fists into my eye sockets on a low roar when I hear Emmie moan.
“Yes,” she mumbles. “My mate.”
Her eyes are closed, she is dreaming, but she is not helping the situation in the least.
I have to get out of here, it’s the only way. I will go, jump in the pool…
Then, Emmie’s legs fall open, her hands move to her chest, grabbing her tits and raising her hips in small, pulsing motions.
Why do the gods torture me?
The knot forms in a painful rush of heat. I grab myself, my mating cock bigger and thicker than ever as I kneel on the bed, eyes fixed on the sweet pink breeding hole.
“Mate,” she whispers again and tunnel vision takes over.
I pump myself, my balls swaying, my lower cock reaching forward, wiggling like a snake trying to get to her.
No, Tigor. No.
It’s too late. Her fertile scent is more than I can take. I explode all over her open folds, burst after burst of hot, thick seed covering my mate’s pussy. It’s so much, with every pulse a wave of pleasure cascades through me as my muscles cramp and I hear nothing but the beating of my heart.