CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX（Untitled）Branikk

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Branikk

Hearing my bride yell my name in ecstasy is torture, but it's torture I would endure for millennia for the privilege of touching her for only a few moments.

I lie. I want far more than to touch her.

I take her lips, sucking her whimpering cries into my mouth. It fascinates me the way she need only rub herself upon me to find her release. I love it. I love that she's so responsive, her body made to find pleasure.

Now I will give her even more.

Her eyes flutter open, blinking up at me in the last of the day's light. Orange has changed to dark pink in the sky overhead, heading for the purple of true night.

Another desire grips me, almost as insistent as my cock. "I want you to watch my face, to see what you do to me."

She nods. It's not enough.

"Say it." I thread my fingers through her damp hair, tilting her chin up. My moon bound drops her gaze too much. It's at odds with the strong woman I know her to be. She needs to get over this embarrassment, at least with me. "Say you'll watch me and not look away as I take you."

"I will," she whispers. "I'll watch."

With a growl, I kiss her, nipping at her lips until she's breathless and panting, her eyes glazed with need.

My cock jumps, spreading more orc seed over our stomachs and making her hands clutch at my shoulders as she strains closer.

I lift her until her soft folds glide over my head, slicker than the surrounding water. Her heels press into my back as I stop at her entrance, the heat of her calling my cock forward to plunge into her tight depths. My stud shivers with magic, its new tentacle form stretching for her.

Staring deep into her eyes, I slide forward an inch at a time. Each withdraw bathes my shaft in the cool water of the lake, making the heat of her all the more shocking with each thrust. I grit my teeth, holding to my deliberate pace with the last of my strength, watching the play of pleasure on her expressive face. Her wide mouth open and gasping, her pupils dilated, watching only me.

Just as there is only her.

My bride. My love. My everything.

With one last thrust, I'm buried deep, and her eyes start to close.

"No," I say, refusing to lose that connection, to let her fall away from what's building between us. It's more than sex. So much more. "Look at me."

I don't pull out, don't move at all but keep pushing forward into her, bringing us as close together as two people can be.

Her eyes meet mine, and I can see an answering need in them, coupled with a vulnerability that makes my heart ache. "Who did this to you?" I touch her cheek. "Who put this sadness in your eyes?"

"A guy on Earth. A few guys. It…" She shakes her head, her wide mouth trembling. "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters," I say. "These so-called men had better be glad they're in another world, or they would find me ripping their heads from their shoulders for daring to make you feel like anything less than a miracle."

A soft sound, half laugh, half sob, tears from her. "You don't mean that. You're a friendly guy."

"I'm friendly with friends ." My hips push forward even more, pulsing my cock within her depths. "Enemies I end. And anyone who hurts you is my vilest enemy." A new thought hits. "Though perhaps I should thank them instead. For if any had loved you as you deserve, the Moon Goddess would not have brought you to me and bound us."

"See." One side of her mouth quirks up into a wry smile. "Friendly."

"I said I would thank them, not forgive them. They would still meet my fists for what they did to you."

Her muscles tighten around me, and I cannot remain still any longer. I pull back, and the drag on my piercings sends extra sensation shooting through me. My stud takes advantage of finally having more freedom to move, snaking two tentacles down past my cock, headed for her ass. Another two reach for her sensitive nub.

Her gasp is made all the sweeter when I see astonishment fill her eyes as pleasure takes over.

"Yes," I grit out. "I'm going to fill you everywhere. Touch you everywhere. Pleasure you like no other ever can."

Her strong legs flex, her heels digging into the top of my ass.

I surge forward, burying myself in her wet heat over and over. Desire races through me, tightening my balls and swelling my cock to painful hardness.

Grace's mouth falls open, her panting breaths racing in time with mine. The water splashes all around us, touching all of my skin with an extra layer of sensation.

I hold her eyes through it all. "Can you see it? Can you see what you do to me? How much I want you?"

She nods, the movement jerky as she bites at her lip, her body straining forward.

I plunge into her, meeting her need, looking deep into her eyes. As her muscles clamp tight around my length in a frantic flutter, I hold off for several precious seconds, so that she may find her full pleasure. Then I can wait no longer. I pull out, shoving my cock between our stomachs. Extra pressure grows at the base of my shaft, tingling as my knot swells. Electricity shoots down my spine, sizzling as it pours from me in the strongest orgasm of my life.

It takes several moments for me to want to move. Yet the thought of my bride pressed to hard stone is enough to make me head for the shore, holding her close.

Her legs and arms still wrap around me, and they tighten as we move up out of the water.

Each step shifts us slightly, all that's needed to send aftershocks of pleasure through my knot. I hold her like that as I settle onto the improvised blanket, so we sit face to face, our arms holding each other, her legs circling my waist.

She offers me the satisfied, dazed look I love to see on her face. My Grace is practical and focused so much of the time that she well deserves to lose herself to the simpler pleasures of the body.

Not that there was anything simple about our lovemaking. For what else can I call it? I've never experienced that kind of connection before, never wanted to.

But I crave all of my moon bound, body, heart, and soul.

The need to take care of her fills me, a form of both care and possessiveness like nothing I've ever experienced before. Without letting go of her, I lean over to add more wood to the fire, stirring it to reawaken the coals.

Then I use my spare shirt to dry her, squeezing the water from her hair. It's damp by the time I dry myself, but the cooling night air doesn't bother me. Orcs run hotter than humans.

She's still deliciously relaxed as I dress her in her human clothes.

When we're both relatively dry and dressed, I grill venison steaks over the fire, fresh from my earlier hunting trip. As soon as they're plated, I add deer fat to the pan and wedges of potatoes. I'd been fortunate to find some early small ones, though Alarria is a magical world that doesn't hold completely to seasons, various fruits and vegetables seeming always ready to eat all through our prolonged spring, summer, and fall seasons. Only winter is the exception.

The smell of cooking potato joined with the hot sizzle of grease gets my bride's attention. She shifts closer to the fire, the light from the flames dancing over her face. "Are those home fries? I love home fries!"

I sprinkle a generous amount of salt over the pan and grin at her. "Good. I had heard humans like these. Stories say we didn't have potatoes in Avalon, but Alarria has many plants and animals that were new to the orcs when we first arrived, and potatoes are one of them."

"Remind me to never go to Avalon, then." She grins back. "No potatoes, not interested."

"I'm sure the elves will be crushed." I slide a generous serving of potatoes onto her plate and hand it to her with a fork. "They're infamous for their fine dinner parties."

She uses the knife I gave her to slice off a piece of venison and pops it into her mouth. Then she takes a bite of potato and groans. "Screw fancy dinner parties. This is amazing and way better than tiny finger foods you can never get enough of."

I take my own bite, the venison rich and juicy, the buck young enough to not be as gamey as the meat of the older ones can get.

Both of us hungry after our exertions, we eat in silence, sitting side by side and looking out over the lake.

The breeze settles, the surface smoothing to glass, reflecting the dots of stars sprinkled across the deep-purple sky.

Grace sighs, relaxing against me.

I set our empty plates aside and pull out the bag of fresh raspberries I picked earlier, their dark-pink fruit wonderfully sweet. She lets me feed them to her, the brush of her soft lips so intoxicating I don't miss ale.

Then I run my fingers through her damp hair, carefully teasing out any tangles and lightly scratching her scalp.

She moans, melting against me. "Oh, that feels so good."

So I keep doing it, over and over, until my need for her can no longer be ignored. Tipping her onto her back, I tug at the closure of her pants.

"What are you doing?"

"I find myself in need of more dessert." I peel them down her long legs, then trail kisses all the way back up, pausing right before I reach her core. "My bride. My beautiful, amazing bride."

I feast.

The next morning, I wake to the feel of the furs sliding down my chest, baring me. It's dark in the den, too dark even for my orc eyes. I tap a glow stone to light the space, the earthen walls of the cave coming into view. It's dry and well formed, a circular space a good ten feet wide, even if not tall enough for my height.

Grace is on her hands and knees between my spread legs, her eyes fastened on my cock, which woke well before I did. And how could it not, when I held my moon bound close all night?

Orc seed already pools on my stomach as she runs a finger down my length, feeling each of my piercings. "Why do you have these?"

"They're a sign I completed my warrior training."

"Why do you get them for that?"

"It takes a certain amount of physical and metal fortitude to allow someone to pierce your cock." I smirk. "Especially as a teen."

"And this?" She taps my stud.

"I received that when I completed my training in how to please a woman."

"Just a woman?"

"It would have been training on how to please a man or how to please both, if that had been my desire." I shrug. "I like women."

She mutters, "Thank god." Then her mouth is on me, her tongue dancing over the head, licking up the orc seed until she moans, the heat of it taking her.

Pleasure hot and sharp shoots through me. The sight of her wide mouth swallowing my cock makes me groan, and it jerks in her hands.

Her body shifts restlessly in the air, needing touch, and she repositions herself over one of my legs, keeping her back arched until the wet heat of her core bathes my knee.

Her mouth releases my erection with a pop. "Oh, god!" She rubs on my knee, her eyes fluttering shut. Then she licks her way up my length, her tongue teasing my piercings, her lips tugging at each until I grunt with every jolt of sensation.

When she finally surrounds my head again, the hot wetness of her mouth is amazing.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that." I dig my hand into her hair. "You look so pretty like that, your wide mouth swallowing my cock."

She grinds down on my knee, her whole body shaking.

"I'm going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours."

She moans around me, the vibration only adding to the delicious sensation.

"You like that?" My hips shift. "You want me to fuck your sweet mouth?"

Her hands tighten around the base, and her nod makes the head of my erection brush against the top of her mouth in a jolt of sensation.

Then I'm lost, my hands tangling in her hair, holding her head in place as my hips rise and fall, thrusting into her mouth.

But she's not still. No, my bride takes her pleasure from my knee, grinding down on me until she trembles, shaking through her orgasm.

With a growl, I tug her head up, come roaring out of me in a fountain of pleasure to splash all over her face and chest.