I shake my head. There are a lot of things racing through my mind right now but fear isn't one of them. I'm anxious as a barn cat in a yard full of hounds. I feel exposed and vulnerable, and a little intimidated by what happens next, but I'm not afraid of Agakor. "I just don't know what to do," I confess. "When I was educated on my marriage duties, it was about how to properly run a keep and assist my husband with the books, not…this."
"Then let me educate you," he murmurs, and pulls my lower lip into his mouth again, tugging on it. It should feel odd to have someone sucking on your lip, but it sends little shivers through my body and I find it incredibly distracting. Almost as distracting as the hand still between my thighs, rubbing a finger up and down my slit. Agakor nibbles on my lower lip again. "I'm going to put my mouth on your cunt, like I put it on your hand last night. And I'm going to lick you everywhere and make sure that you come, twice, because that's how orcs are. We like to make sure that we're outperforming everyone else."
"I…see."
"It feels better if you're wet," he continues in that low, husky voice, his gaze pinning me in place even as one finger glides slowly up and down through my folds. "Normally I'd kiss you and work you with my mouth until you're soaked and your honey is all over my tongue, but if you think you can't get wet for me, that's all right, too. I have some oil I had brought for tonight, and I can use it if you'd rather."
I frown slightly. "But your mouth…"
Agakor grins down at me and gives me another kiss. I love that he's so free with his kissing. He kisses my mouth and then the tip of my nose, as if I'm precious to him, and it melts me. "The oil tastes fine. Not as fine as your cunt, but it doesn't matter. The object is to please you with my mouth, and I can't very well do that if you're dry, love. There's no shame in using a bit of something to slick you up. I promise it'll make you feel…so…good."
He punctuates the last three words with kisses and then removes his hand from between my thighs. He lifts his fingers that he had on my skin and licks the tips, then groans, closing his eyes. "Gods, woman. You taste amazing."
His words make me want to squirm like a puppy.
I'm breathless as he gets up from the bed and crosses the room. I sit up on my elbows, glancing over at Turnip. She's got her back to us, though, and drinks from her jug of wine as if nothing's going on. Agakor turns back to me, a tiny, tiny pot in his big hands. The front of his pants are tight, tented over his length, and I remember touching it. My insides clench at the memory of how he'd felt, and I bite the inside of my cheek, remaining still as he sits on the edge of the bed next to me. The need to pull down my skirts wars with the need to please him and do this ceremony right, so I watch him for cues and say nothing at all.
"I got this from the midwife in the village," he says. "I'm assured it's safe for a woman's body and will not cause any problems. She makes it for many of her customers, so I don't want you feeling as if there's something wrong. Understand?"
I nod. "Thank you."
His big black brows furrow. "For?"
"For thinking of me. Of my comfort." I manage a small smile.
Instead of smiling back, he just shakes his head slightly. "Sometimes I really do feel like a monster around you. You shouldn't be thanking your husband for thinking of your comfort. It should be his duty."
I flinch at his words. Do I truly make him feel that way? I'm ashamed, because would I have asked the same thing of one of my father's knights? Am I treating him differently? I consider this and then blurt out, "I'd be just as terrified right now if you were fully human, Agakor."
He gazes down at me and then grunts. "You're right. I'm just…tetchy about such things. Forgive me."
"As long as you forgive me as well. We're still learning each other." I give him a small smile. "We're bound to make mistakes."
"So we are. Lucky for you, I'm quite experienced in this next part. And you are incredibly beautiful, so this is a pleasure." Agakor leans in and kisses the tip of my nose and then pulls the stopper from the small pot. "Tell me if you get nervous."
"Get nervous?" I manage. "I've been so nervous all day I feel as if I'm going to snap like a twig."