CHAPTER FOURTEEN（Untitled）Branikk

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Branikk

The soft gasps from the rhododendron bush quiet, replaced by the sound of hurried footsteps.

I hope my moon bound liked what she saw.

This hadn't been part of my original plan of careful wooing. I'd thought to slowly tease her for several more days with constant touches. But as soon as I caught her sweet scent on the wind and knew she watched me, I could no longer ignore my insistent cock.

And having an audience only made it all the better. I imagined my hand as hers, stroking my length, and the fragrance of her arousal filled my nose, adding to the illusion.

I give myself a few extra tugs, my fingers bumping over the piercings that line the underside of my cock, attesting that I completed my warrior training, just as my stud proves I've learned the art of pleasing a woman.

Aftershocks go through me, making me grunt. I'm still half hard, the one self-induced orgasm doing little to slake the desire built up over the past several days.

There's only one thing that can satisfy me now. Grace, naked on my furs, thighs spread wide, her sweet depths gripping my cock.

Actually, no. It doesn't have to be my furs. I'd be happy to have her right here on the mud of the creek bank, or up against a tree, or anywhere she'll have me. Though my bride deserves the comfort of a real bed, I'll surely die if I must hold out that long. My furs will have to do. Perhaps she can conjure us some of her pillows to cushion our sport. Yes, that would do nicely.

I grin and wash off the orc seed that ran down my cock to my balls and thighs while I worked myself. Fortunately, my main spend landed far enough away not to be of concern. Ha! My cock went off like an arrow leaving the bow, shooting far and strong.

My shirt makes for an improvised towel, getting me dry enough to pull on my leather pants. It's time to return to camp and check on my bride, to see what effect this interlude has had on my wooing progress.

Grace's face turns almost as pink as her shirt when she spots me coming out of the trees and into the clearing.

"I made a fire pit." She gestures to the cleared ground, not meeting my eyes.

Ah, well. She's too uncomfortable for me to admit that I know she watched me. Instead, I will pretend not to know and see if I can get her to admit it herself. It's not lying—I never want to lie to my moon bound—but simply a bit of cautious non-disclosure.

I hand her the spitted rabbits and crouch to set the fire. Time to take my first poke. "There's a creek only a short distance that way." I point. "The water's a bit cold for bathing, but very refreshing."

My bride makes a strangled sound.

"Didn't you—" Aurora says.

"Gather lots of firewood," Grace blurts, talking over my friend. "Yes, I did."

My lips twitch at how she kept the unicorn from admitting Grace already went to the creek. I press the fire stone to the tender and feed the new flame a few twigs. "Thank you for the wood. I can stay here and cook dinner if you'd like to visit the creek."

"No. I'm good."

"Then I'll take the waterskins. I'm sure they need refilling."

"On second thought," Grace says, scooping both the waterskins off the ground—the suspiciously round waterskins—"I will visit the creek and take care of these." She darts into the trees.

"Humans are even stranger than orcs," Aurora says. "She already filled the waterskins."

I smirk over at my friend. "Oh, she did far more than that."

"Now you really have to explain. I'm making a study of your odd mating habits."

I laugh and shake my head. No matter how much my friend pesters me, I refuse to elaborate.

Our wooing is between me and my bride.