CHAPTER FORTY-NINE（Untitled）Branikk

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Branikk

Grace gives me the most incandescent smile, her expressive face showing everything she's feeling.

But I still want to hear it. "Do you have something to tell me?"

She nods.

I wait.

Her cheeks turn pink, and she says in a rush, "I love you!"

She loves me! My heart soars. I felt as much, yet it's still lovely to hear it from her lips.

"I've never said that to anyone before." My moon bound gives a soft laugh.

I pick up her hand and press a kiss to the palm. "Then it's all the more precious, and I will treasure it forever."

My tongue flicks out, teasing at her skin. My cock leaps against the side of her hip, aching to knot her, to finally have her in that most intimate of embraces.

Her beautiful blue eyes watch me, her wide mouth falling open on one of those breathy little gasps I love so well, as I suck one of her fingers into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.

My bride shifts on my lap, maneuvering until she straddles me, her knees up, clamping my sides. The heat of her core moves over my cock, slicker than the water, the pressure delicious. My stud reacts to her nearness, tingling with magic as tentacles reach around my girth to touch her.

Orc seed spills into the water, the thick, creamy fluid catching on our skin and clinging.

Her pupils dilate, her body moving faster as its aphrodisiac effects take hold.

Usually, this would be when I would begin to tell her filthy little things about how she makes me feel, about what I want to do to her. Yet my tongue remains still, this time too special—no words will do what I feel for her justice.

I grip her hips, helping her move, and take her mouth in a kiss, pouring all of my unsaid words directly into her.

You are my everything, I lick against her tongue. You're amazing, my lips whisper against hers. You are loved, I kiss each word into her mouth.

She shatters against me, her whole body shaking, and I devour her gasps of pleasure, swallowing them down to keep in my heart forever.

I stand, climbing from the bath with her still clinging to me. Holding her even closer, I pull her legs all the way around me. Then I wrap a huge bathsheet around both of us, hiding more of her than me, and tuck her head into my shoulder. Our clothing can wait for later. I stride for the door.

There are people in the main baths now, Gerna and Sturrm and some of the others. I was with them only a few weeks ago, envying Krivoth and Taylor, and now I have my own moon bound bride. Perhaps my friends will be as blessed, though Sturrm's scowl seems bigger than ever as he eyes me holding my sky gift, the most precious prize the goddess could have given me.

Outside, the air is cooler still, with full dark having fallen. Glowing blue pixies, a little sleepy from having woken early to gorge on sweet pizza, fly sedately between the trees like little floating lanterns. The local flock hasn't heard of the Ferris wheel yet, but they will soon enough—pixies are horrible gossips. I can only imagine Dravarr's face if they convince my bride to make them one of the massive rides.

Each step rocks Grace against my cock just enough to drive me wild, the base aching with the need to knot her. I hurry my steps until our cottage comes into view.

My moon bound stirs in my arms as I step inside and tap together the two glow stones I keep on a little shelf beside the door.

They spring to life, brightening the main room with their golden glow. I pick up one and continue on to the bedroom, setting it on the bedside table. Then I unwind the sheet and do something I've dreamed about for weeks.

I lay my bride upon my furs, in what will finally be our marriage bed. I held her here, through the long nights of her coma, hoping she could feel me, could know my love for her, and come back to me. That pales compared to having her whole and hale and truly here with me now.

She reaches for me, her long arms entreating, and I cannot refuse.

I climb up over her, and finally, the words come, the only words I need. "My bride, my love," I whisper, licking her sweet nipple until it tightens, then sucking it into my mouth until she arches underneath me.

My cock bobs, aching and insistent where it presses against her leg. I gather a handful of seed and coat the smooth and silky skin of the insides of her thighs. Then I rub a new handful of cream into her folds, teasing over her sensitive spot with only the lightest of pressures. Over and over, I slick my hand with the special fluid, pushing first one, then two fingers into her, spreading and preparing her for my knot.

Her back arches like a bowstring pulled tight. Grace writhes beneath me as I give her nipple one last lick and drag my tongue up her neck, teasing every spot that makes her squirm.

My heavy cock drags across her thigh, greedy for the pressure, even greedier to press against her sweet core.

"Branikk." Her knees lift, legs spreading as she pulls me to her. "Branikk, please."

My head finds her entrance, and I pause to kiss her, slow and sweet, letting more orc seed spill into her. I meet her gaze, holding it as I slowly push forward. Her tight heat is amazing, the heady pleasure almost making my hips snap forward, so I spend far, far too early. I hold still, hanging right on the edge, my overeager cock so ready to knot her it can think of nothing else.

Yet this first full joining will be magical. I will take my time and make it so.

My stud activates, reaching for her with the tentacles only she calls into being. They twine between us, two of them sliding around the very base of my cock to stroke her behind, while the others find her sensitive nub.

Grace's fingers dig into my shoulders, her mouth spread wide in ecstasy. Goddess, I love seeing her like this!

I kiss her, unable to resist. Needing that connection.

I push forward, filling her, driving her to another orgasm, as she gasps my name into my mouth. The arrow of her pleasure pierces my heart, filling me with love and joy.

My bride. My gloriously perfect bride.

My everything.