Gilded Cage (Legends and Lovers)

She turns and the guards salute once, then move to follow her in file, Bavain dragged behind them like a sack of potatoes.

“We are free.” Calliope whispers into the air then looks up at me, then down. “And so are you. In more ways than one.”

My cock snaps to life and whispers and nervous laughter come from onlookers.

“Your highness.” A royal guard throws me a cloak and I do my best to wrap it around my waist as Calliope giggles, helping me tuck it in then securing with one of her hair pins.

“That’s not going to hold.” I grunt, my erection holding the fabric out in a tent.

“Then, we should do something about it.”

“I agree.” I reach down and lift her onto my shoulder, the orc inside of me still present carrying her up the stairs and into the first bed chamber I see, laying her down and letting her know, once again, to whom she belongs.

From now until the stars fall from the sky.

EPILOGUE

Rian

Eighteen months later

My people tease me for what I’m doing right now. But I don’t care. They can say what the fuck they like, I’ll never stop loving my treasured little songbird.

I gather just a few more peonies from the garden, tightening my clumsy fist around their stems, crushing them together into a bunch. I may not be fully orc any longer, but I’ve never fully lost that part of my nature. Nor would I want to. It’s a part of what brought us together.

As I take a deep breath, the scent reminding me of Calliope, I hear her soft voice echoing through the castle walls.

And all I can do is follow.

My red songbird. She had to deal with so much heartache, but from now on all she will know is love and protection.

“Calliope,” I say as I enter the small kitchen she insisted on taking for her own. Sure, we have servants, even here in Dennith where we live for part of the year, but she loves to cook for me and I for her, and a simple life is a wonderful life. “I brought you these.”

She turns, grinning, but doesn’t pause in her song. Even as she takes them from me, dropping them into yet another waiting vase, along with the others I’ve gathered for her, she sings her song. I gather her into my arms, and begin to dance, these moments when we’re truly alone so precious, I don’t want to waste a single one.

So many have been wasted already.

“Any news?” she says, inserting the words into the middle of her song as if they’re just another lyric.

I shake my head. “Only how beautiful you are. Politics can wait, at least for now.”

She grins as we dance together, moving to the rhythm of her tune. I know my feet are clumsy, but with her I’ve been learning to control them, to move with her, to lead as she follows.

“First, your tongue.” Calliope lays on our bed in the castle here in Dennith, naked, her legs wide, teasing me.

I lick my lips. “You are a miracle, you know that?”

“I know. So are you. You are man, but you kept the best orc parts.”

“True.” I look down and see the thick length of my cock jutting out.

I returned to my original form after the curse, at least for the most part, but some of my orc ancestry stuck around. My fangs retreated but did not disappear completely, my sex-aroused tongue remains, my orc cock, with its special knotting ball and a few other memories of those dark days that remind me, deep down, we all deserve love and happiness and I’ve found both.

I dive into the bed, listening to her giggle, but it turns into a gasp as my tongue is at full length and thickness and I fuck into her soft pussy in one thrust, pressing my nose to her clit until she arches off the bed and comes in a twisting fit. Her belly is already swelling with our second, and my orc senses tell me it’s two boys this time.

Twins.

And we are far from done. I will breed her like an animal until she can no longer bear our children—or she chooses not to. But, for now, my urge to fill her with my seed is never satiated. Even when she’s with child, my instinct to fill her is constant.

When she’s still moaning from her first orgasm, I drag her limp body to the edge of the bed and get her into position on her belly, knees bent, crouched back.

I reach down and gather her slick release in my fingers, giving her ass a few smacks with my other hand as she murmurs something sassy but inaudible.

Grinning, I spread her lubrication on her little ass and drag my cock through her folds a few times, getting it good and slick as I line it up with her tight dark hole.