Chapter 8

Eight

Osric

Everything else fades into the background the moment I ask if I can kiss her. Fairlie nods, and I can feel the anticipation building between us, electrifying the air with every beat of my heart. Her pouty lips are so plump and enticing. I can only imagine the tender feel of them against my own.

When our lips touch, time seems to freeze. The kiss starts gently, cautiously exploring, but the desire between us builds quickly, an undeniable truth. Her lips part slightly, and I can taste the sweetness of tea and lemonade from her drinks earlier. Our kiss becomes more intense, our tongues intertwining. A soft sigh escapes her, and I know I’m not alone in the desire I feel.

Without thinking, I cup her face and angle her head to deepen the kiss even more. The softness of her skin against my calloused fingers sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. I’ve kissed women before, but this… this is different. I don’t want to stop. My lips fit perfectly with hers, and I could drown in the taste of her.

I press her gently against the door, my body craving to be close to her. I want more, need more, but don’t want to push. There is no hesitation on her side; she pulls me closer, her hands tightly gripping onto my shirt. Her passion matches mine stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss.

She opens the door and we stumble backward inside her studio apartment. I feel like a giant in this place, but there’s no time to dwell on that. The woman in front of me has stolen every bit of my attention. Every ounce of blood in my body has gone straight to my dick as it throbs against my pants.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, I look into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. There’s none. Only desire. Pure, unfiltered, raw desire that mirrors my own.

“Fairlie,” I murmur, my voice rough with desperation, “are you sure about this?”

Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip—a gesture that nearly undoes me. “Yes, Osric,” she whispers, her words dripping with lust. “I want this.”

That’s all I need to hear. I kiss her again, this time with less restraint. My hands move from her face, sliding down her neck, over her shoulders, and down her body until they find the hem of her dress. I tug it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over her head and toss it aside. I trace her skin with my fingers, memorizing every curve and soft surface.

Fairlie’s hands aren’t idle either. She pulls at my shirt, her fingers brushing over my abs as she pushes the fabric up. I lean back just enough to yank the shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. As her gaze scans over me, a look of admiration glistens in her eyes. Pride fills my chest. I lean in again, but this time, as our lips meet, I let my tusks graze her lower lip. It’s a playful nip, just enough to give her a pinch of pain mixed with pleasure. She hisses, her body tensing for a second before she pulls back, her eyes wide.

I stop, concern flooding me. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to?—”

She cuts me off with a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “No, it’s fine. It surprised me. I… I liked it.”

Relief fills me, quickly followed by a wave of desire that’s even stronger than before. “If you’re sure…” I trail off, searching her eyes again.

Her response is immediate. “I’m sure.”

I don’t need to hear another word, unless it’s the sound of her crying out my name as she comes. My hands move to her panties. I tug them down and she steps out of them, standing before me in nothing but her bra. I take a moment to drink her in, my heart pounding in my chest.

She reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her, completely bare before me. She’s beautiful—no, she’s breathtaking. And she’s here, with me, clearly wanting this as much as I do.

Unable to resist, I step forward and capture her mouth in another searing kiss. She moans against my lips, her hands fumbling with the button of my pants. I help her, quickly discarding them until we’re both standing there, skin against skin.

When she pulls back, her gaze drops and she inhales sharply as she sees me. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock, her gaze lingering on the thick, swollen ring near the base.

“That… that’s…” she stammers, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and arousal.

“It’s my knot,” I explain, my voice low. “If you could take it, it would lock us together… while I filled you with my cum.”

The words hover between us, hanging in the air like a balloon, and the woman in front of me has the needle. Fairlie’s breath comes in quick, shallow pants, and a low moan escapes her lips.

“I want that,” she whispers, almost to herself.

I groan, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. “You’re not ready for that,” I murmur, more to convince myself than her. The idea of knotting her, of being so intimately connected, is almost too much to bear.

But I want to take care of her, want to show her just how much I want her, and not only for sex.

Her response is a needy whimper, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I dip my head, letting my tusks skim the sensitive skin of her neck before moving lower. My mouth finds her breast, and I tease her nipple with my tongue, sucking it gently before nipping it with my tusks.

She gasps, her back arching as a shiver runs through her body. The sound, the reaction—everything about her drives me wild.

I need to taste her, to make her cry out in pleasure.

In one swift motion, I lift her off her feet, cradling her against my chest as I carry her to the small kitchen table. The wood creaks slightly under our combined weight as I lay her down, but I don’t care. All I can focus on is the sight of her spread out before me, her legs parted, her pussy glistening with arousal.

I slide into the chair at the head of the table, positioning myself between her thighs. She looks down at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I know I’m about to make her feel incredible.

I waste no time, leaning in and slowly licking through her folds. She cries out, her hips jerking up off the table in response. I chuckle against her, the vibrations sending another shiver through her.

“Osric,” she moans, her voice a breathy plea.

I take my time, exploring her with my tongue, savoring the way she tastes, and the way she responds to every touch. Her hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles white as I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.

The sounds she makes are music to my ears—soft whimpers, desperate moans, and breathless pants. I lap up everything she gives me, drinking in her arousal as if it’s the finest nectar.

She’s close—I can feel it in the way her thighs tremble, in the way her breaths come faster, more erratic. I press harder, my tongue moving with more intensity as I push her toward the edge.

When she comes, it’s with a cry that echoes off the walls, her entire body tensing before she shatters. I don’t stop, continuing to lick and suck until she’s writhing beneath me, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Only then do I pull back, my chest heaving with the effort to control myself. She’s a fucking vision, flushed and panting; it’s almost too much. I want to bury myself inside her, to feel her wrapped around me, but I know I need to go slow.

I rise from the chair, my hands gliding up her thighs as I position myself at her entrance. Her gaze meets mine, and I see the trust, the desire, the need in her eyes.

“I’m going to go slow,” I murmur, my voice rough with the effort of holding back. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine as I start to push forward. The tip of my cock slides into her entrance, and she whimpers, her body tensing.

I pause, giving her a moment to adjust. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her hands reaching out to grip the sides of the table. “Please, don’t stop.”

I push forward again, inch by inch, until I’m about halfway inside her. Her pussy squeezes around me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. The feeling of her stretched around me is almost too much, too good, too perfect.

Fairlie whimpers, her body adjusting to the size of me, and I can see the mixture of pleasure and pain on her face. I stop again, wanting to make sure she’s alright.

“Just a little more,” I coax, my hands caressing her thighs in reassurance. “You’re doing so well, Fairlie.”

She nods, biting her lip as she shifts her hips, taking me a little deeper. Seeing how brave and willing she is nearly has me coming on the spot. I want to give her everything, but she needs to be prepared.

I slowly start to move, sliding in and out of her tight hole, letting her get used to the rhythm. Her breath hitches with each movement, and her eyes squeeze shut as her expression shifts as she focuses on the sensations.

I watch her closely, every gasp, every tremble, every shiver that caresses her body. My heart pounds as I fuck her, letting her body adjust to the stretch, the fullness. The way she looks—eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed—only fuels the fire inside me.

“Fairlie,” I murmur. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

Her hands clutch at my forearms, nails digging into my skin as she tries to take more of me. Her hips move on their own now, thrusting to meet me halfway, but I hold back, keeping the pace slow, deliberate.

“I want all of you,” she whispers.

I groan. “Not yet,” I manage to say, my voice strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She moans softly. The sound is like a siren call attempting to lure me deeper, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, her hips move in time with mine, her movements becoming more confident and more assured as she finds her stride.

I’m barely holding on, the sensation of her pussy surrounding me, squeezing me driving me closer to the edge with every thrust. The urge to push deeper, to bury myself completely inside her is almost overwhelming, but I resist. At least for our first time. But damn if I don’t want to give her everything.

Fairlie’s breaths come faster, her moans louder as we pick up the pace, and I can tell she’s close again. Her body tightens, her inner muscles clenching around me as she teeters on the edge.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips as I push into her. “Let go, Fairlie. I’ve got you.”

With a cry, she falls over the edge, her body convulsing around me as she comes. The sensation is too much, and I follow her into bliss, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. My hips buck, and I have to pull back slightly, keeping just the tip inside her as I release, spilling into her with a deep, guttural groan.

For a moment we’re both frozen in place, caught in the aftermath of our shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths, the smell of sex heavy in the air.

I can’t help but think about the fact that we didn’t use a condom. It hasn’t escaped me that I didn’t ask about birth control, but right now, it’s the furthest thing from my mind. I imagine her plump with my child, her body filled with the beauty of carrying an orc’s baby. I picture her full breasts, her hips widened to birth such a large baby. The thought sends a shiver of excitement through me, and I can’t help but yearn for the idea.

Slowly, I come back to myself, blinking as I look down at her. Fairlie’s eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. She’s beautiful, absolutely stunning in the aftermath of our lovemaking, and I can’t help but lean down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

She opens her eyes, gazing up at me with a softness that makes my heart ache. “Osric…” she whispers, her voice filled with something I can’t quite place.

I smile, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You were incredible.”

Her lips curl into a smile, but there’s a hint of shyness in her expression. “So were you.”

I carefully ease out of her, my hands gentle as I pick her up bridal style and carry her to the bed, navigating the mess of clothes and shoes on the floor.

What the hell happened in here?

I lay her down and smile at how perfect she looks naked, my cum dripping out of her, pooling onto her sheets. She’s spent, her body limp with exhaustion, and I want nothing more than to take care of her.

“Stay here,” I murmur, kissing her once more before standing up. “I’ll clean you up.”

Fairlie nods, her eyes already drifting closed as she settles into the pillows. I head to the bathroom, grabbing a warm washcloth and a towel. When I return, she’s half-asleep, but she stirs as I gently wipe her down, cleaning away the evidence of our fucking with tender care.

Once she’s clean, I tuck her under the blankets, making sure she’s comfortable before sliding in beside her. I pull her into my arms, her head resting on my chest as I stroke her hair, the motion seeming to soothe both of us.

She’s so relaxed, and a sense of contentment settles over me. This—being here with her, holding her, caring for her—is everything. And yet, as much as I want to stay, to spend the entire night wrapped around her, there’s a niggling thought at the back of my mind.

Ovivia.

I didn’t text her. She was upset earlier, and I promised I’d text if I was bringing Fairlie home. But we ended up going to her place. So I haven’t heard from her. I want to be here with Fairlie, but I can’t ignore the worry festering for my sister.

I glance down and press my lips against her temple. She’s almost asleep now, her breathing deep and even. I carefully slide out of bed, trying not to disturb her as I grab a piece of paper from her counter and scribble a quick note.

Fairlie,

Tonight was incredible. I can’t wait to see you again. I need to go check on my sister—she was upset earlier, and I didn’t hear from her. I’ll call you tomorrow.

Osric

I place the note on the counter, where she’ll see it when she comes out for coffee. For a moment, I hesitate, torn between staying and going. But I need to check on my sister—she’s always been there for me, and I can’t let her down now.

With one last lingering look at Fairlie, I quietly slip out of the apartment, closing the door softly behind me. The night air is cool as I step outside, and I take a deep breath, my thoughts still on the woman I just left behind.

I’ll be back, I tell myself. And when I do, I’ll make sure Fairlie knows how much tonight meant to me.

For now, though, it’s time to be the big brother my sister needs.

And tomorrow? Tomorrow, I’ll be the orc Fairlie deserves.