Chapter 11

Eleven

Ovivia

My stomach twists like I’ve just gone ten rounds with a heavyweight champion. The cramps are so intense that I’m convinced something’s wrong—really wrong. I handpicked the shrimp from the seafood market earlier, so how the hell could one of them be bad? But what else could this be?

“Fuck!” Fairlie’s voice cuts through the air from across the hall, and the sound sends a shockwave straight to my core. My pussy spasms, and I can feel myself soaking my panties.

I begin to sweat, my body suddenly blazing hot as another cramp clenches my insides.

No…

This can’t be happening. Not now. I’ve planned everything for this weekend—every damn detail. It’s never been early before.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’m hit with the cold, hard truth. My heat is coming early, and I’m completely unprepared. Nothing’s set up for me to ride this out at home. My mind spins, trying to form a plan. I need to call the clinic. They have steps in place for these situations. The body does what it wants, and mine just decided to throw me a curveball.

Doubling over from the pain, I force myself to reach for the phone on my nightstand. My hand is shaking as I dial.

“Heat Retreat. We put the safety and fun back in your heat. This is Karen. How can I help you?”

“Hi,” I pant, barely able to catch my breath. “This is Ovivia West. I have an appointment this weekend for my heat, but it’s started early, and I need to come in. Is there a room and a driver available?”

I can hear her typing, the sound like a ticking clock in my ears. I bite my lip, trying to hold back another moan as I clutch my abdomen.

“No. I’m sorry, we’re booked full.”

“You don’t have anything? Not even like a storage closet in the basement or something? I have to be alone. When I’m in heat, I can’t be around people,” I blurt, my heart racing and panic filling me at the thought of what could happen.

“Ovivia,” she says, her tone casual, like we’re discussing the weather. “I see here in your chart that you’re an orc. They’re not dangerous during their heat. Primal, yes, but not dangerous. Stop worrying, you’ll be fine. If it’s bad on Friday, still come to your appointment. Have a good night.” And then she hangs up.

“No,” I whisper as my phone slips from my hand onto the bed.

How could she just dismiss me like that? They’re supposed to help, not brush me off like this isn’t a big deal. Dammit!

But it is a big deal. I am dangerous.

Okay, think. I need a new plan. Leaving this room isn’t an option. I can do this. I’ll just ride it out here. It’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine.

I strip down to just a tank top and panties, the fabric already sticking to my sweaty skin. Climbing back into bed, I slide under the sheet and reach for my laptop. My fingers are shaky as I type, pulling up a video—Honey’s best lesbian experience, my go-to when I need to get off. With my favorite dildo in hand, I slowly sink it inside my wet, needy pussy.

“I can do this,” I repeat to myself, the words more of a mantra than a statement.

With an endless supply of free internet porn and my trusty dildo, this just might work.

Osric

Fairlie cries so prettily as I eat her cunt. Her sweet taste floods my senses as I lap at her clit, my tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. My middle finger slides into her tight hole, pumping slowly, curling upward to rub that spot deep inside her. I know she’s close, right on the edge of release, and I want to push her over, but I have something else in mind first.

I’ve heard that human women can gush like fountains when they climax, but I’ve never witnessed it myself. The idea of Fairlie losing control, squirting because of me, drives me wild. It’s a sight I crave, and tonight, I’m determined to make it happen. I suck hard on her clit, my lips sealing around the swollen nub as I thrust my finger deeper inside her. Her back arches, and she screams my name, her pussy clenching around my finger as she starts to come.

“Osric! Fuck! Yes!” she cries, her body shuddering with pleasure.

I slow my movements, savoring the feel of her pulsing against my tongue. Her taste, her scent, her sounds—it’s all intoxicating. I pull away from between her thighs, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I admire the sexy, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“You’re too good at that,” she murmurs, breath hitching.

“I’m not done with you yet, Sweetheart,” I reply, a grin spreading across my face. Fairlie is going to be exhausted tonight. I’m going to make her come using the three most important body parts a male has—-his tongue, his fingers, and his cock.

I strip out of my clothes and position myself on the bed, my back against the headboard. “Come here.”

She doesn’t hesitate, crawling toward me until she’s kneeling between my legs. Her small hand wraps around my throbbing shaft, and she gives it a long, slow stroke. My cock twitches in her grip, eager for more.

“I’m going to make you fall apart for me many more times tonight, Fairlie,” I tell her, my voice low and rough with desire. “You came on my tongue, but now I want you to ride my fingers until you give me another one. Then I’ll make you take my cock—all of it.”

“The knot too?” she asks, her hand rubbing against the swollen base of my cock.

My head drops back and I close my eyes, groaning at the thought. “Not yet. Soon.”

She pouts, but I use her brattiness to my advantage. I grab her and spin her around, pressing her back against my chest. My legs hook around hers, spreading them apart, forcing her open for me.

“I bet you look like a fucking vision right now,” I whisper against her ear.

“Please,” she whines, her voice thick with need.

I dip my head, sucking on her neck, letting one of my tusks graze her skin. She moans as I puncture the surface slightly, and I lick the drop of blood away. The thought of marking her, leaving my claim on her, has my cock leaking pre-cum. My right hand finds her pussy, and I begin to strum my fingers up and down her clit.

I pick up the pace, rubbing her feverishly as her head falls back against my shoulder. She grinds her hips against my hand, desperate for more. Her moans grow louder, and I can’t help but chuckle as I continue my torture.

The bedroom door flies open, startling us both. My heart stops as I see Ovivia standing there, her body glistening with sweat, her pupils blown wide. She’s in nothing but a tank top and underwear, and the way she sniffs the air makes my stomach drop.

“Ovivia?” My hand instinctively tightens around Fairlie's arm, trying to keep my voice calm, but the situation is far from normal.

She growls, her nostrils flaring as she takes in the scent of sex that lingers in the room. Oh no. This isn’t good.

“What’s happening?” Fairlie asks, her voice soft. I can tell she’s worried and scared.

“It’s okay, Sweetheart,” I say, trying to reassure her even as panic starts to rise in my chest. “Ovivia’s gone into heat early. She had an appointment at the clinic for this weekend, but it seems like her heat started a few days sooner than planned.”

I’m trying to think of a plan, something that will keep everyone safe, but my mind is racing. Ovivia hasn’t had a heat outside the clinic since Brelle, and I know how much she blames herself for what happened. She’s always so careful, so prepared, so why isn’t she there now?

“Ovivia, I need you to focus,” I say, trying to get through to her. “Did you call the clinic?”

She ignores me. Growling and sniffing the air like a coonhound.

“Ovivia!” I bark, and her gaze snaps to me. “Did you call the clinic? Do you need a ride there?”

“Full,” she sighs. “Alone!” she snaps, her eyes wild.

“Osric, she looks unwell. What can we do?” Fairlie asks, her concern genuine, and I hate that she’s being dragged into this.

This is a fucking mess. Fairlie is naked between my legs, her ass pressed against my cock, and my finger still buried deep in her pussy. Meanwhile, Ovivia is standing there, panting like a wild animal, her heat driving her to the brink of madness. I know what has to happen, but I can’t believe I’m about to suggest it.

“Sweetheart. Fairlie. I need you to listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“Female orcs go into heat twice a year. It’s very painful, but it only lasts for a few days. Ovivia usually goes to the clinic in town to handle it alone, but she’s started early, and the clinic doesn’t have room for her.”

“What does that mean? How can we help her?” Fairlie asks.

I take a deep breath, knowing that what I’m about to say could ruin everything. “She needs to get off. Her body is screaming at her to fuck, and I think your scent and our...activities have made things worse. She can’t stay in her room, and she can’t control herself much longer. She needs to fuck, Fairlie. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I understand. So how are we going to help her? Can we call another clinic or get a friend or helper over for her?”

“There is no other clinic and she would lose her shit if, when this is over, I called a helper. But she does have a friend.”

“Well, call her!” she scolds.

“It’s you, Sweetheart.”

Her eyes widen, and she pales. “Me? That’s your sister, Osric. And I’m not... I’ve never been with a woman.”

“I’ll be right here the whole time,” I promise, hoping she’ll agree. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and I wouldn’t even think of it if it wasn’t an emergency.”

She’s silent, chewing on her bottom lip, her gaze bouncing between me and Ovivia, who is now rubbing herself over her underwear, her eyes glazed with need. “Need. Now. Hot. So hot.”

“Fairlie, I’m not going to force you,” I say, my heart pounding. “If you can’t do it, tell me now, and I’ll sneak you out. I’ll figure something else out. I could lock her in the basement or something.”

“I’ll do it,” she whispers.

“You will?” I’m surprised, but relieved.

“It’s just sex, right?” she says, more to herself than to me. “I’ve never been with a female, but... I’m not grossed out by it. It’s weird because she’s your sister, but you’re asking and we will never speak of it again. Also, I want to know why she goes to the clinic alone if it’s always like this.”

I nod, feeling like a fool. “I’ll tell you everything afterward.”

“Okay,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I’ll help her.”