I lap at him, drawing what I can between my lips as I tense my own core, the exhilaration of this heady, wanton activity making me excited and ready to burst.
It’s animalistic, all the ceremony and rules and propriety of being royal do not exist here with Rian. We are raw and base, giving in to each other and ourselves in ways I could not have imagined before him.
The sounds of appreciation and pleasure only drive me forward. I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, pressing my face against his balls until I can barely breath.
“Yes, lick. Lick. Lick. Lower, behind them. Lick behind them…” He spouts orders and I do as he asks, pumping my hands up and down as best I can, feeling the stream of his slippery cum on my fingers as I go.
My neck aches at the odd angle, it’s hard to breathe, my tongue feels like a muscle worked beyond it’s limits, and I realize I will need to get used to these activities and train my body to please him. Because I want to do that.
Please him.
My eyes start to tear as saliva drips down my chin. He tugs my hair, pulling me up on a gasping inhale, then drives my open mouth down onto his engorged cock, that thick ball starting to swell, keeping me from going to the base as he roars my name.
His hips rise, pumping upward, but I can take no more. The knot is swollen and I bang my lips against it as he pounds my mouth up and down.
“Open those lips. You are trying. I feel it, little girl. Suck now, hard. Draw my seed into your mouth. Into your belly.”
I moan around his thickness, my own pleasure nearly matching his as I taste the first salty spray against the back of my throat.
He stuffs himself as deeply as he can, guttural grunts and groans echoing from the rock walls as he empties himself into my mouth. I swallow. Swallow. Swallow. Gasping for air between as my jaw aches and his hips drive up and down, hands holding my head like an object for his pleasure, and any pain is forgotten as I take fierce pride in pleasing my man.
My orc.
My man-orc-man. Whatever he is, he is magnificent.
“You sucked me like a King should be sucked. As though there was gold inside my cock.” He looks down as I raise my eyes, keeping my mouth around the head as it shoots off the last little pulses of his orgasm. “I love you. I regret I have not told you before you did this. But I do, I did, before and now. I love you.”
I release his cock, and it makes a heavy fwapp sound onto his belly as I swipe the back of my hand across my mouth.
“I love you too,” I answer.
“We will be happy here,” he says, but his voice is low, eyes filled with doubt.
“I want you,” I tell him, trying to wash the sadness from his face. “I want you, always, now until forever.”
“You will have me.”
For such an enormous beast, he is fast.
Before I know what he’s doing, I’m lifted up and against the cave wall in the blink of an eye. I feel the brush of his cock, nearly the length of my lower leg as I shift and adjust, trying to impale myself upon it.
“You are greedy for me, dirty songbird. It only makes me love you more, the way you want me as I want you.”
“Yes. I want—” I grit my teeth as he holds my ass in one hand, his other moving the tip of his cock around in a circle, making me chase it with my hips. “You. Inside. Me!”
“You are working hard for what you want. I like that.”
“Rian! My king, please.” My lust engulfs me as I grip his shoulders and pump myself up and down, trying to grab onto the tip and take what I need.
“Kiss me and I will fuck you. As long as it will not hurt you too much. You were bleeding this morning. I do not wish to cause you harm.”
“I’m fine. I want you more than it will hurt.”
“Good.” He lands another slap on my backside as he presses inside me, his mouth on mine, fangs against my lips, and he slips inside as his tongue wraps with mine.
He spins around, the wall disappearing from my back as his hands encircle my waist, pumping my body up and down like a doll.
“I will use you as I please from now on. Do you understand? All of you. Mine to use.”
I try to answer but his cock feels like it’s coming up in my throat he’s so deep. All I manage is a little gasp of longing and desperate, defiant greed.