Chapter 10

Agor

H umans had wronged me, but I didn’t keep coming back to their settlement for revenge like I normally would. As my wounds healed, my temper cooled. Longing led me back here every time. And longing kept me here, near her.

I was supposed to return to the keep early in the morning. But I spent the day in the woods, setting and checking traps. When night came, I tossed a bundle of water rats over my shoulder and headed east, following the path that had become very familiar by now, to the place where Becca lived.

She’d been accepting my mating presents, and it gave me hope. I couldn’t put off seeing her any longer.

I’d given her what she needed and some of what she wanted. Now, I was going to offer her what she might not know she wanted or needed, but what I’d hoped would make her heart full—a lifetime spent with me.

Sneaking around the humans’ settlement, I climbed over their pathetic excuse for a fence right behind Becca’s wagon.

This place wasn’t safe for her. A predator could easily get in or a vagabond orc could sneak in and attack with no difficulty at all. Every minute Becca stayed here, I worried, losing sleep. She had to come to the keep with me where I could keep her safe.

Tiny growls came from behind her door as I climbed the three flimsy steps of the tiny porch in front of her wagon. The hound pup defended his new home. Good. The pup might be too small for now to kill anything larger than a frog. But he already could warn Becca about any danger. As he grew, with Becca as his master, he’d become a great protector. Except that a dog’s place was on the porch. Why did she have him inside?

The door flew open, and Becca’s sword poked against my neck.

“Fuck.” She dropped the arm with the weapon. “I almost killed you.”

Heat shot through my body at the sight of her.

“Hi Becca,” I drawled, taking in every delectable curve under the thin material of her nightshirt.

She looked magnificent, wielding a weapon while wearing nothing but a nightshirt.

A glow of blush spread on her cheeks as she raked her gaze over me in return. This woman was born to be mine. I just needed to make her see it too.

The dog growled, jumping out between her feet.

“Back, Dumpling,” she commanded. “We won’t kill this one yet.”

Growling in warning, with his head low to the ground, the pup retreated. He knew his name already and obeyed commands from his master. Smart pup, just like his mother.

Wait a minute. What did Becca call him?

“You named the hound Dumpling?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“I didn’t plan it. It just kind of happened. And now, it’s stuck. So...” She waved a hand in a vague gesture. “But what are you doing here? If anyone sees you, they won’t spare your life this time.” She glanced around the settlement with concern.

I leaned with my hand against the door frame.

“Let me in then.”

“Come,” she stepped back, “before you lose your head and, quite possibly, some other body parts too. I don’t want to wash blood off my porch again. I already scrubbed it after your latest kill.” She opened the door wider, letting me in.

I ducked my head so as not to hit my head on the low door frame and turned sideways to fit my shoulders through the door.

Her space looked tiny but neat. The walls were painted with pretty designs that must’ve been bright and cheerful some time ago, but the paint had long dulled and chipped. A tapestry curtain separated the bed in one end of the wagon. In the middle, the metal stove still had embers glowing in it, left from the fire it had held through the day.

It smelled like her in here—invitingly warm, feminine, and fucking arousing.

“Behave, or I’ll sic my dog on you,” she teased.

“This is for him.” I took the bundle of spider rats off my shoulder and thrust them to Becca. “I’ve cleaned them already, so they’ll keep better.”

She paled, staring at my offering of half a dozen dead furry creatures. With each of them having eight legs and three tails, the bundle looked like a pompon of limbs.

“River hounds love these,” I explained. “Best food for the pup.”

“Thank you.” She accepted the bundle tentatively, then put it away. “He’s been pretty good at catching snakes and mice, but meat is meat. Right, Dumpling?”

At the sound of his name, the pup lifted his ears. They were big in proportion to his head. One flopped to the side, making him look goofy. He’d grow into them in a few months and would look fierce instead of silly. But for now, I loved Becca’s adoring smile as she gazed at him.

“You like him?” I asked.

“I...” She spread her arms out, shaking her head with a smile. “How can I not? Just look at him. He’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The pup sniffed my boot and must’ve remembered me, because he stopped growling and went to lie on a fluffy pillow by the bed. His not-so-distant ancestors survived in underwater caves through the deadliest of winters, and he had a fuzzy pillow to sleep on.

Oh well, he was Becca’s dog now. And she clearly enjoyed spoiling him.

“I figured you’d like to have a dog,” I said, “now that you’ve stopped traveling and settled down in the wetlands. He’s from Ata’s latest litter, born two months ago. She’s of good blood. He’ll grow into a great dog too. I can teach you how to train him to make the best protector he can be.”

“That’ll be helpful. He’s quick and smart, but I don’t always know what he needs and if what I do is right for him.”

With her hands clutched together in front of her, she looked more like an awkward girl than the fierce woman I’d gotten to know. I didn’t feel very confident, either. Too big for this place, I was afraid to move, lest I break or knock over something, and remained standing by the stove.

I’d known many women before her. She’d known men before me too. But the feelings I had for her weren’t something I’d ever felt before, and I wasn’t sure how to talk about them.

I reached into my pocket, took a tin out, and put it on her table next to the stove.

“What is it?” she asked nervously.

“Mint.” I opened the tin, letting the fresh scent escape. “I hoped that if I showed up and you didn’t outright stab me with your sword, that we could have some tea together.”

“Oh, you had a plan.” She smiled, looking relieved. “All right. Tea sounds great.”

She filled her kettle with fresh water from the covered bucket on a stool by the door. After putting the kettle on the stove, she stacked some more wood into it to make the fire burn brighter.

“Please, take a seat.” She gestured at the little stool by the equally small table.

I eyed the stool skeptically. There was no way the flimsy thing would hold my weight. Moving the stool aside, I sat on the floor and leaned against the wall of the wagon, then rested my arm on the tabletop that remained below my chest level.

“That is probably safer.” She nodded, watching me make myself comfortable.

“I don’t want to break your things.” Everything looked so damn dainty and fragile in her place.

“Sorry, I don’t receive orcs here often.” She smiled. “If you’re planning to drop by again, I’ll try to get a chair made from solid logs or maybe carved from a slab of rock for your next visit.”

She placed two cups and a small jar of honey on the table.

“If you let me come by more often,” I said, “I don’t mind sitting on the floor or anywhere else you’ll have me.”

She paused in front of me. Her cheeks blushed as her eyes caressed my face. I couldn’t stop staring at her, either. She shivered slightly, and I’d bet my mace it wasn’t from the night chill. The buds of her nipples pushed against her nightshirt. She caught me staring and grabbed a shawl hanging over a chair by the small mirror on the wall in a corner.

“Thank you for all the presents you’ve been bringing.” She wrapped the shawl around her shoulders and stood in front of me again, not sitting down. She blew out a breath, as if ready to jump off a cliff or rush into a battle. “Agor, what are all those presents for? What does it all mean? You drop them off but never stay, never come in to say hi.”

“I’m here now.”

“Why? Is it that time of the week when your cock needs some action again or something?”

“Week? You think I only fuck once a week?” I leaned forward, placing my arm on my bent knee. “Sweetheart, I’d have you every night if you let me.”

She inhaled, trembling.

“We...” Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. “We talked about it before. It can’t happen the way you want it. I can’t just...”

“There are so many ways I want you, Becca. Pick any way you wish. Just pick me . Please, come home with me this time.” I rose to my feet, bending my head under the low ceiling.

“Agor...” She swayed toward me, as if unable to keep the distance between us. I helped her close it by grabbing her arms and pulling her to me.

She dropped her hands, her shawl opening. I cupped her tit, as if her chest was where my hands belonged.

“It’s just sex,” she squeaked as I tweaked her nipple.

“It’s so much more than just sex, woman,” I growled. “And you know it.”

I grabbed her ass with my other hand. My cock grew as hard as a rock, and I shoved her against it.

“If it’s just about sex, then why don’t I get this hard this quickly for anyone else, Becca? Why don’t I want just any woman in my bed but you? I don’t want just any pussy. My mouth salivates instantly when I think about yours.”

She whimpered, rubbing herself against my cock through our clothes.

“Agor, all of what you’ve just said is still just about sex.”

“Then why do I get sick to my stomach every time I eat now, knowing that you don’t have enough food? Why does rage choke me when I imagine someone may hurt you while you sleep unprotected in this old wagon of yours? Why do I think about you everywhere I look and everywhere I go? It feels like you’re with me even when you’re far away. When I have to come up with a solution, why do I wonder what you’d say about the problem?” I yanked her closer as if I could squeeze the answers out of her. “Why, Becca? Tell me. Just sex would’ve been so much easier. But I don’t want it easy anymore. I want you .”

Her breathing turned fast and shallow. She still kept her hands off me but leaned toward me with her entire body.

“I think about you all the time too.”

“Because we’re meant to be together,” I answered all my questions for her. “Body and soul.”

Finally, she touched me. Sliding her hands up my chest, she cupped my face.

“My people will never allow it,” she said softly. “They think of orcs as enemies.”

“I don’t care what others think. Just say you’re mine, and no one would stop me from claiming you. For life.” I pressed my lips to the side of her neck. A breath of her scent proved more satisfying than a drink of the finest ale.

“If it isn’t just sex, then what is it that you really want?” she worried. “Do you know that I’m not that good at housekeeping? I can’t bake meat pies as delicious as Violette’s or make you a nice shirt like this one.” She stroked my chest, sending a shot of heat to my cock. “And I really, really like being a village guard. I’m too damn good at it to just give it up and never miss it.”

I nibbled on her skin, making her whimper in need. She pulled down her neckline, exposing more of her neck and shoulder for me to feast on.

“I have enough gold to buy as many meat pies as I can eat and the nicest shirts out there,” I assured her, trailing words and kisses along her skin. “What I really want is something no gold can buy. I want a lifetime with you, and I’ll do everything to have you. If you want to be a guard, be one. My keep needs good warriors just as much as your village does.”

Taking my face in her hands, she turned it to her. Her eyes searched mine intently, as if trying to read the truth deep inside me.

“You really mean it.” It didn’t come as a question. She seemed to have found what she looked for in my expression. I had nothing to hide and no need to lie. I wanted to win her over, not to trick her.

She rose on her tiptoes, and I leaned down, meeting her in a kiss. It felt so right to kiss her again. I missed it so much, I had no idea how I had made it without kissing or touching her all this time.

Lust surged in me, rumbling low in my throat. I hiked up her shirt, searching for her bare flesh.

“Want you,” I groaned as she pulled back.

“Just...give me a moment,” she exhaled.

Her shawl dropped to the floor. She left it there, heading to the bed. She didn’t invite me to follow her. But even if she did, I wouldn’t dare to fuck her in her bed. If I did, the bed and possibly this entire wagon would fall apart.

She lifted the curtain next to the pup’s pillow.

“Come on, Dumpling. Time to go to bed.”

She let the dog sleep in her bed? The brat was so spoiled already, she’d never get him to sleep outside on his own now.

The pup jumped onto the bed and curled into a ball on her pink and yellow quilt.

“Good boy,” Becca murmured in a voice that made my cock jump to attention.

She grabbed a couple of pillows from the bed, then closed the curtain, making sure no gaps were left. She then came back to me and dropped the pillows at my feet.

“Let’s see how good of a boy you are, High Chief.” Biting her lip, she slipped her fingers under my belt and found the laces of my pants behind it.

An image of her kneeling in front of me with her mouth wrapped around my cock sent a shudder of anticipation through my entire body.

“Becca.” I lurched forward, grabbing her arms.

“Keep your hands off me, Chief Agor,” she tsked at me, raising a finger. A smile played on her lips, but her voice was commanding and firm.

Excitement burst inside me, then spread with intense heat through my groin. I removed my hands from her, then lifted them in a disarming gesture, thrilled to find out what she’d do next.

“That’s better,” she murmured with satisfaction, then took off the belt from around my arm and slid the sheath with my hunting knife off it. “Now, take your shirt off.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked, burning with curiosity. This woman always left me guessing, which made everything that much more exciting.

“Shh. Too much talking, my sweet orc. Take it off. Or I will cut it off you, which would be a shame because this is a really nice shirt.”

She said it like she meant it, and a part of me wanted to take her up on it and make her cut it off me again. Except that showing up back at the keep with my clothes in tatters would cause questions I didn’t want to answer. So, I lifted my arms and pulled my shirt off over my head.

A sweet smile was her reward for me.

“Good boy,” she murmured so close to my bare chest, her breath fanned over my skin, tickling between my chest hair.

After making a noose on one end of my arm belt, she put it on my wrist, then walked around my back. She looped the belt around my other wrist several times, bringing my arms together behind my back, then pressed the end of the belt into my palm.

“Hold it and don’t let go until I tell you,” she ordered sternly.

“What will happen if I don’t listen?”

No one ever dared order me around like that. The fact that she felt comfortable enough to do it thrilled me because it meant she trusted me fully. She wasn’t afraid of me.

“Then, I’ll be very, very displeased.” She bit my bicep hard enough for me to suck a breath in through my teeth. “Now...” She walked around to my front again and reached for the laces of my pants. “Where were we?” She unlaced my pants and let my cock spring out. “There you are,” she cooed, taking it in her both hands. “Oh, how I missed you.”

“You missed him , not me? ” I groaned in pleasure from the touch of her light little fingers.

“Aww, don’t be jealous, High Chief,” she chuckled, running her fingers along the row of piercings on the underside of my shaft. “One, two, three...” she counted. “There are only four here now. What happened to the rest of your virgin trophies?”

I’d since removed most of the precious fogbird bones, after deciding to assign a different meaning to them.

“They no longer represent the virgins,” I explained.

“Really? What do they represent now?”

“The number of times you’ve refused me.”

“Has it been four times already?”

I shrugged. “Four or five, I’ve lost track. But four bones are better for my self-esteem than five.”

She still hadn’t agreed to move to my home with me. Would I have to add another bar tomorrow?

A dreamy smile played on her lips as she slid her fingers along my straining cock all the way to the weeping tip and smeared the emerald drops of my seed over its crown in a circle.

“What if you run out of space? It’s not like you can grow a longer dick. It’s already massive as it is.”

“I—” I threw back my head, shutting my eyes tightly for a moment. Desire coursed like fire through my veins, making both my skull and my cock throb. “I’m determined to get a yes out of you before that happens.”

She stroked my chest next, and my cock immediately missed her hands.

I leaned over and kissed her hair. “What are those pillows for, my little newt?”

“Those?” She looked up at me with a mischievous grin.

She unbuckled my belt and removed it from around my waist. Holding it by one end, she let both the scabbard with my sword and the holder with my mace drop to the floor, then threw the belt over my neck in a noose.

“The pillows are for you, my mighty orc.” She tugged at the end of the belt. “Kneel.”

“Me? Kneel?” I shook my head in disbelief, but my knees bent as if on their own, sending me down to the cushions on the floor.

My lame fantasy of Becca meekly sucking on my cock quickly evaporated from my mind without a trace of regret. Anticipation pulsed through my veins like hot lava, crackling with the thrill of the unknown.

“See? Isn’t it better this way?” The little vixen tilted her head, admiring her handy work.

With me standing on my knees, we were face to face now, equal. She held the end of the belt that was around my neck like a leash. My cock bobbed against her thighs. She lifted her nightshirt and shifted her legs apart to let my cock slip between them.

“Take off your shirt,” I said, my voice raspy.

“You’re not the one giving orders tonight.” Holding the hem of her nightshirt just a little higher, she lingered, as if considering my request.

“I need to see you, sweetheart, please,” I begged.

“All right,” she graciously agreed.

She lifted the shirt higher, revealing her bare thighs with ropy muscles and the triangle of copper-red curls high between them. Her stomach came into my view next, too flat from not eating enough, which I vowed to change soon. Whether or not she agreed to be mine, Becca would never go hungry again, for as long as I lived. And finally, she revealed her full round tits with large, pink areolas and the already hard nipples that I loved to play with so much.

Her body carried the signs of the life she’d led. A scar stretched across her right thigh. Slim and long, it must’ve been from a sharp blade. Three short parallel ones on her side across her ribs looked like they had been left by the claws of a predator. The rugged patch of healed, mangled flesh on her upper arm must be the result of a mace blow. I’d seen her naked before, but I never truly saw her as I did now.

My Becca was a warrior and a survivor. She’d earned the position she held with her blood, and I could never take it from her. I’d never let anyone else take it, either.

She read my face while I studied her body, then proudly rolled back her shoulders when my eyes met with hers.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, little newt.” I swallowed hard, my throat going dry as an out-of-water slimefish. “Come closer, so I can worship every part of you properly, the way you deserve.”

Tossing the shirt away, she cupped my face with her hands. Her thumbs skimmed over my cheekbones. She smoothed down my eyebrows, then slid the tips of her fingers over my tusks.

“You know, out there in the valley, they call bog orgs ugly,” she said softly, her gaze skimming over my face. “But to me, you’re the most handsome man in the world, Agor. I can’t take my eyes off you when you’re here. And when you aren’t, all I have to do is close my eyes to see your face. You’re always in my thoughts.”

Tenderness I’d never felt before warmed my chest. Not knowing how to express it, even if my hands weren’t tied, I leaned forward and kissed her.

It proved to be the right response as she moaned into my mouth, hugging me to her. Her tits pressed to my chest. She trapped my hard cock between her thighs, squeezing it slightly.

I growled in need. The sound grew, threatening to turn into a roar.

She slammed a hand over my mouth promptly. “Shh, my darling. We don’t want anyone out there to hear you. I love seeing your handsome head on your shoulders instead of being tossed under a bush somewhere.”

I kissed her neck, nibbling on her tender skin there. Bending lower still, I bit her tit.

She gasped.

And I grinned.

“A bite for a bite.” I jerked the arm she’d bitten earlier.

With a glint of challenge in her eyes, she hooked a finger around my tusk and yanked my head back to her chest.

“Do it again.”

I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her tit as I could fit in. Then I leaned back, raking my teeth over her skin all the way to the tip until they closed over her nipple. Holding it between my teeth, I glanced up at her.

She breathed hard, biting her lip and squeezing her other tit in her hand. I let go, then dragged my tongue over the bite. She tilted her head with a moan of pleasure, her eyelids fluttered closed. Her arousal dripped on my cock trapped between her legs.

“Tell me, sweet Becca. Do you always get so wet so quickly?”

“Only with you...” She squeezed her thighs together, as if forgetting that my cock was still between them.

Pain shot through my body, tingled with pleasure. I clenched my teeth and buried my face in her shoulder, struggling not to roar again.

“Too much?” she asked, kissing my temple.

“Nothing is too much with you.” The pain was already gone. All that remained was pleasure and need.

She reached a hand between us, grabbed my cock, and dragged it over her clit with a shudder of desire.

“Set me free, Becca,” I begged. “I want to hold you while you come on my cock.”

But the stubborn little newt shook her head. “With a mouth like yours, my darling, you don’t need your hands.”

Lust glazed over her gaze as she rubbed the head of my cock against her, generously coating it with her arousal. Lowering my head, I devoured her tits, sucking on one then on the other.

She mewed in need.

“Down, boy,” she rasped, pressing a hand on my shoulder. “I need you inside me now. I want you so much.”

I sat back on my haunches. She turned with her back to me, then straddled my thighs. Shoving her ass back, she slowly impaled herself on my cock, hugging it tighter and tighter the deeper she took me.

“Don’t you dare come, Agor,” she warned in a voice that made my balls tighten and my mind reel from need.

Before her, I had never denied myself a release. Straining all my muscles, I gripped the belt in my hand so tightly, it dug into my skin. How was I supposed to hold back when she slid up and down my cock, slicking it with her arousal?

When she leaned down, biting on her forearm to muffle her moans, her ass jerked higher, presenting me with the best view ever. My sack tightened, my cock strained so hard, I feared it’d burst to pieces. I feared I’d explode with it too.

I forced my mind not to think about how wonderful she felt stretched around my cock like that and instead focused on her.

Until Becca, sex to me had always been about the climax— my climax, specifically. I liked to think I made the women feel good too. I made an effort to do so, and they told me they had a good time. But I’d never seen a woman so unabashedly taking what she wanted before.

Becca used my body for her pleasure with no shame and no reservations. Everything about her was real—her moans, her trembling thighs, the determination with which she was chasing her completion. I paid attention to it all, noting how she angled her hips to take in just as much of me as she needed for my cock to rub against just the right spot inside her. I noted how her breathing changed, turning short and shallow. I marked in my mind the exact moment when she reached under her with her hand and how fast she started rubbing herself between her legs.

How her hot pussy tightened around me once again, before her pleasure exploded in spasms and tiny shivers.

And through her beautiful completion, she moaned my name.

“Agor...You feel so, so good, my love.”

She was still trembling with bliss when she turned to look at me over her shoulder and gave me a naughty smile.

“You’ve been such a good boy, sweetie. You can come now. Use me however you wish.”

Her words shot like arrows through both my mind and my body. Letting go of the belt, I set my wrists free and grabbed her hips so hard, she squeaked.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I could do nothing but fuck. It only took two hard, merciless pumps for my climax to erupt. I came, and I couldn’t stop coming. After having been forced under the lock like that, ecstasy multiplied tenfold.

My legs shook. My stomach spasmed. My cock throbbed, expelling my seed like a mountain erupting fire. It dripped out of her, slicking both her thighs and mine. Curling over her, I bit down on her shoulder to muffle my roars.

The moment the avalanche of intense pleasure finally slowed, I unclenched my jaw and released her shoulder. The marks of my teeth and tusks remained on her skin, quickly turning red with swelling. Thankfully, somewhere in my lust-filled mind, I had retained some sense to be careful enough not to break her skin.

“Sorry, little newt.” I licked over the marks, trying to soothe the pain she must be feeling.

She turned onto her back, sliding off my lap and stretching like a cat on the floor.

“It was good, wasn’t it?” A new note of insecurity laced her voice. She’d let herself go this time, fully and completely. She dared to be herself with me, and now waited to hear what I thought about it.

I didn’t want her to worry even for a second.

“It was better than good, sweetheart. It was the best.” I ran my hands up her thighs and parted them wide before lowering my head between her legs.

“What are you doing?” She rose on her elbows.

“I can’t wait to find out how you and I taste together.” I dipped my tongue inside her, swirling it around as she writhed and whimpered on the floor.

I’d bet I could make her come a few more times before I had to leave. My cock stirred, bobbing back to life as I thought about all the ways I’d eat her out then fuck her again, whether or not she allowed me to use my hands.

When I shared my plans for the night with her, she hooked her legs around my neck, arching her back to press herself into my mouth as I lapped at her with abandon.

“You are insatiable ,” she murmured.

We both were.

Our luck was that we had found each other.