"I love touching you," I admit shyly. I reach up and caress his face, angling mine in the hopes of another kiss. "Can I do that again soon? I want to learn to do it perfectly."
Chuckling, Agakor runs his hands over me, pressing kisses to my neck. His tusks rub against my skin but I like it. I like all of him, honestly. He's different, but he makes me feel protected and safe, and his personality is so warm and generous that I forget that I'm supposed to be upset over marrying a half-orc. I forget that I'm supposed to find him ugly and unpleasant. There's nothing unpleasant about him in the slightest. "We'll save more rounds for after we're married," he promises me, his voice smooth and rich and delicious. One hand skims up my skirts, and then he's touching my thigh. "Wouldn't you rather have your turn now instead?"
I squirm a little at that, because I loved his mouth on me. It felt so good, so raw and open and shameless. At the same time, I still feel shy. It's odd to ask for something like that. Yes, can you please tongue me between my legs until I fall apart? I want to be as bold as him, but it seems when I'm asking for myself, it's far more difficult. The words lock in my throat and I end up pressing my face against his neck, embarrassed.
"Too much for you?" he murmurs, cradling me against him. "You are yet shy, love? You begged to tongue my cock but cannot ask for your own pleasure?"
"’S different," I mumble against his throat. He's warm and masculine-smelling right here, and I want to stay just like this forever. "I was always told a lady's job is to please her husband."
"Ahhh." His thumb rubs against the inside of my thigh, under my skirts. "But no one tells ladies they should demand anything for themselves, mm?" At my wordless nod, his hand slides between my legs. "Then you can just tell me quietly…should I stop?"
I shake my head, my nose pressed against his neck. "Don't stop," I manage to whisper, even though my face is burning with embarrassment. "Please."
"Nothing you ask me for is embarrassing," Agakor tells me, voice achingly low and rumbly. He teases little circles on the insides of my thighs, making me twitch and driving me wild with yearning. "We are to be husband and wife. If you came to me every day and asked me to lick your pretty cunt until you came, I would gladly do so. Not only is it my duty as your husband, but it is a pleasure."
I whimper.
His fingers skim up to my folds, and when one thick digit parts them, moving slowly up and down, I can scarcely breathe. "Look at how wet you are for me now," he murmurs. "You like my cock. You like my touch. I like how honeyed this cunt is. It's going to be such a good marriage, my sweet."
Biting back a moan, I fist my hands into his tunic as he finds the bead at the apex of my folds and begins to tease it with one blunt fingertip. I rock against his touch, working myself against his hand and muffling my noises of pleasure against his throat. Just like last night, the tickling ache builds up to a hot yearning and then something more, something that grows and grows, building toward urgency, until my body is making obscenely wet sounds as he works my cunt with wet, practiced fingers, whispering naughty, filthy things in my ears about what he wants to do to me.
When I come, my body curls up and I bend over around his hand, clasping it tight between my thighs. Even then, he teases my clit with a stroking finger, until I'm falling apart and gasping on his lap, the insides of my thighs soaked and my body exhausted from my release. I slump against him, sighing heavily, and manage a smile when he presses kiss after kiss to my cheek.
"My lovely, lusty little maiden," he says, pleased. "I need the full moon to get here quickly."
"Two days," I agree. "Like your father said."
"Forever," he grumbles.
It does feel like forever. Smiling, I lean up and give him a happy kiss on the jaw. "After that, we're done, right?"
"Gods, I hope so."
CHAPTER 16
AGAKOR
Two days, I tell myself. I can last two more days. Two more days and then I'll fall upon my sweet human bride and rut until the dawn. Two days and then she'll be officially mine…well, once the orc ceremony of mating is complete. I'm not looking forward to that part. My father is thrilled, of course. He doesn't care that I take a human bride, but he wants her to be fierce, like my mother was. Iolanthe is many things, but she is definitely not my father's idea of fierce. But she is smart and eager and loyal, and she pleases me.