I vow that her pleasure will always come first.
Her body shudders in my hands, her fingernails digging into the flesh of my forearms, but I feel no pain from it, just the sensation that she is holding on because of what I’m doing. My erection bends painfully behind my britches as my tongue starts to throb, getting harder and thicker inside of her as she squeaks and moans, twisting her hips in my grip.
She’s so tight, my tongue is pressing into her walls as I fuck it slowly in and out, but I can feel it continue to engorge just like my cock. Her juicy cunt starts to pulse and constrict around it and I don’t wish to tear away her innocence, so with reluctance, I withdraw my tongue, the tip still pliant and under my control as I snarl.
“I want to lick you forever.”
“I want you to lick me forever, please, right now, don’t stop.”
I find her hard nub again and lap at it, listening to the way her voice raises when I do.
“Such a pretty pussy on my little songbird,” I garble into her folds as I focus the flicking tip of my tongue on her clit.
Her hands whip upward to rip at my hair, her voice a high-pitched desperate squeal, begging me not to stop and I do not intend to.
I go harder, faster, wrapping my thick lips around the swelling little spot and nipping it between my teeth while keeping my tongue working on the smallest, hardest part, and she tears out a chunk of my hair but I care not.
In the next moment, I’m drenched with her sweet nectar. It floods over my lips, my tongue, down my throat, dripping from my chin, down my neck, my chest, as she convulses with my grip on her waist. The muscles of my shoulders start to ache, holding her high on my face, but the struggle is worth it all a thousand times over.
She shudders through her pleasure as I lap and revel in my accomplishment. I’ve brought her the greatest pleasure. My woman. My mate.
I’m shaking as well. My own need is bound up in a ball of ragged knots from my gut down into my balls.
I lower her onto a crate covered with piles of folded fabrics.
“You will take me now, my mate. You will please me now.”
She nods. “I’ve wanted that since the day we met.”
My heart clenches. “You wanted that with the man I was, you mean…”
She shakes her head as I reach down, my thick, ugly fingers making an attempt to untie the golden bow that holds the top of her dress tight, but I only fumble. The delicate strands fall away from my every attempt and I roar at the ceiling.
“No, I want you.” She moves my hand away, tugging at the string and loosening the front of her dress. “You, Rian. Man. Orc. It’s all you.”
Her delicate fingers work the gold laces until I can’t stand it anymore. With a grunt, I tug the fabric from her shoulders so her tits are finally free.
“And you will have me. You will have my seed. You are fertile. I can sense it. Smell it.”
Her dress is balled at her hips and her waist, exposing the pink of her nipples and her cunt, the ivory of her flesh. I can’t help but lean down and suck the hard peak of her tit into my mouth, my teeth gnashing on the flesh just enough for me to mark her there.
She yelps as I release, then I reach down and tear open the leather of my britches, finally letting my cock free. I grip it tight at the base, watching her eyes go wide, her mouth falling open as terror cinches her brow.
“Rian, how—”
“I do not know how, but I do know it will. We are mates, Calliope, there is no way the gods would put us together then not allow us to fit.”
Her eyes are pinned on my cock as I stroke it up and down. Its broad tip is smeared with sticky white cream, and I feel and see the shaft and the snaking veins pulsing, throbbing in my grip as my balls ache to release the seed they’ve been storing for her my whole life.
Her hands go to her breasts, flicking her fingers back and forth over her nipples, staring like she’s trying to work out the physics of how our mating will happen.
“Gods can be unkind at best, Rian. You and I both know this.”
“Then, the gods will be damned, because it is fate we are together and fate will find a way. No other man will ever touch you, do you understand? Me, me alone. Forever.”
“Yes, but then promise me—”
I nod, not even knowing what her request will be but knowing even if she asked me to turn the sky pink and the oceans yellow, I would find a way to do it for her.