CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

We haven't even really done much yet, and Krivoth's dick is already rock hard. And the way he looks at me? I've never felt more beautiful. Usually, I'm kind of self conscious with guys, assuming they wish I had a bit more of a butt and bigger boobs.

But Krivoth looks at me like I'm the sexiest woman in the world, and it's contagious. I feel really sexy with him.

I lean forward, press my lips to his erection, and feel it jerk inside his pants. My thighs clench. He's so turned on by me that it's really effing hot!

"If you keep that up," he growls, "we won't bathe as you want."

"Why not?" I ask with false innocence as I tease a finger up and down his length, feeling the balls of his piercings even through the leather.

"Minx." His hand fists in my hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pain to make my nerves sing. "I'll have you on your back with my cock buried inside of you so fast it'll make your head spin."

My heart skips as I picture it, all the power of his massive body on top of me, overwhelming me, taking me hard. I lick my lips. That'll certainly quiet my racing thoughts, exactly as I need.

Krivoth groans and shifts… and a wince flashes across his face as he puts weight on his injured leg. He hides it really quickly, but I know what I saw.

I have no doubt he could do exactly as he says, even while he's hurt. But as much as I want him to take me hard, I don't like the thought of him ripping open his stitches. He only got wounded because he was protecting me. I won't have it get any worse.

"Tempting." I keep my tone teasing so he won't guess why I'm changing tactics. I sit back on my heels and start to unlace his pants. "But I want my bath."

It's really effing difficult to remember my decision, because the moment I open the front of his leather pants, his cock surges free, almost slapping me in the face. I thought I remembered what it looks like that from night in the tent, but the memory pales as I face it now, close up.

It's gigantic! Thick and green and hard. Milky fluid already pours from the tip, and I shiver. How much of what I felt last time was Faerie Fruit, and how much was this? He said orc seed has aphrodisiac qualities…

I force myself to keep tugging, pulling the leather down his narrow hips. He hisses, just a quick indrawn breath, when I ease it down his thighs, over the slight bulk of the bandage.

"Sorry!"

"It's fine. You're far gentler than I'd be."

I don't doubt it. He doesn't seem the type to take care of himself. Is it the whole orc warrior thing? Or is it because his father always made him feel like he doesn't deserve good things? Or both? I bet it's both, but whichever it is, one thing's true.

Krivoth deserves special care, and I'm just the good girl to give it to him.

When he's completely naked, I stand and stare. Even with the bandage and the cuts on his arms and shoulders, he's the most magnificent man I've ever seen. His chest, arms, and shoulders are works of art, ones that speak of long hours perfecting his use of the sword. His abs are downright lickable, and he has lovely thick muscular thighs.

And his cock…

I bite my lower lip. A zing of excitement races through my body as I imagine how good it's going to feel inside me.

He reaches down, pulling my lower lip from my teeth and dragging his thumb across it. "How I dream of this mouth, of your pink lips stretched wide by my green cock."

"Yes," I moan. "Please."

"You want me like this?" His eyes are hot, his voice husked. "Before we've bathed?"

"I do." I nod. He's sweaty from battle, but it's the clean sweat of a recent exercise, and his male musk fills my nose, making me flush with arousal. And there's a sweeter scent too—the orc seed smelling downright lickable.

On my knees for him, I want nothing more than to lose myself in sucking his cock.

"Then take it." His hand fists in my hair, pulling me forward with a tug that stings my scalp with a delicious tingle. "Swallow my cock."

I kiss his head, right where I'd kissed him through his pants. His skin's so hot and slick I moan, my lips sliding over him and making him hiss. My tongue flicks out, licking up the milky fluid flowing from the tip, and sweet cream fills my mouth. He tastes so good! Like melted vanilla ice cream.

Then my hands are on him, wrapping around the thick base to hold him steady. The stud mounted above his cock pulses with magic, sending a tendril out to stroke over the back of my hand, where it starts to buzz like a vibrator.

Oh, god. It's going to do that to my clit! My core clenches.

Krivoth growls, his hand tightening in my hair, calling me back to my purpose. This is about him.

I flutter my tongue over the individual balls of his Jacob's Ladder piercings, making his hips jerk as even more fluid pours out. When I get to the fat head, I flatten my tongue over it, sucking up his seed, which sends excitement zipping through me. Can you overload on aphrodisiacs? I can't wait to find out.

My mouth splits wide, and I swallow as much of him as I can, tucking my lower lip over my teeth to keep from catching the piercings.

"Yes, that's it," he growls. "That's my good girl, sucking on my cock so prettily."

I whimper, the praise shooting straight to my clit, and suck harder, hollowing my cheeks around him. I bob my head, swallowing him down until he hits the back of my throat. I fight down a gag—I want this, want just as much of him as I can take.

"Fuck, Taylor, your mouth feels divine."

Orc seed fills my mouth with milky sweetness, spilling out the sides and slicking his length. My hands and mouth work on him, my thumbs strumming over his piercings with every slide. I can't wait to have them inside me. But I also don't want this to stop. All my worries fall away until there's nothing but the feel of his cock stretching my mouth, the taste of his seed, the smell of his musk, the sight of him watching me with dark, hot eyes, and the sound of him groaning my name. He commands all my senses, rewriting me until I am his.

His good girl.

Krivoth grunts, his hips moving in short thrusts that drive his cock into the back of my throat. His hand tightens in my hair, and I know he's close.

I speed up, fluttering my tongue on the underside of his cock with each head bob, stroking the sensitive spot right underneath his head.

"Yes, Taylor," he roars, "my good girl!"

Hot cream explodes in my mouth, rushing down my throat and fountaining from my spread lips. Waves of lust rush through me as I swallow more of his seed, the rest coating my face and splashing onto my chest. It soaks through the lace of my bra, electrifying my nipples.

His hand lets go of my hair to caress the side of my face, pulling me gently from him. My mouth releases his cock, but I can't help but lean forward and press one last kiss to the head.

Krivoth pulls me upright, his thumb dragging over my tingling lower lip. Then he pulls that thumb to his mouth and licks it. "My seed tastes good on you." His eyes darken as his fingers play in the fluid on my chest, rubbing it in. "It smells good, too. You smell like mine."

"Yours." I nod.

"You're still dressed." He plucks at my bra strap.

"Why don't you get in the water, and I'll take them off for you?"

He growls, "Yes, good girl."

My thighs clench at the praise.

Hexagonal stones tile the bottom of the pool, and honeycomb columns make up the sides, rising to the height of the path. Around the edges on the inside, there are columns of varying heights, which create stair steps and also seats under the water, where you can sit and lean back against the side.

Krivoth eases down one set of "stairs," placing his hands on the edge of the pool to support his weight as he goes deeper into the steaming water. He lets out a groan as he sinks up to his shoulders. Then he ducks under and comes up, hands slicking the long waterfall of his black hair back from his face. Krivoth chooses one of the "seats" on the opposite side of the pool and sits so he faces me.

"The heat feels amazing." His eyes sharpen, focusing on me, and his hand lifts from the water to beckon me to him. "But you will feel even better."

I grin and slip one bra strap from my shoulder, then the other, making him groan and sit forward. No one's ever gotten this excited about my small breasts before. With a twist, I release the front clasp, and my bra springs open, baring me to him.

"You undo me, my moon bound. I am a simple man of poor words, knowing little beyond warrior training, but I will use those I can." The intensity of his gaze races across me, leaving licks of fire everywhere he looks. "The force of your beauty strikes straight to the heart of me, leaving me stunned. I want nothing more than to gaze upon you for the rest of my days."

His words wash a way the last of my self consciousness, leaving behind the sexy woman I've always wanted to be. "So you don't want to touch?" I tease, dragging my fingers over one of my already hard nipples and pinching it until I gasp.

He mutters a rough curse, shoves to his feet, and stalks to this side of the pool, water streaming down his perfect chest and glinting off the planes of his muscles. "Do that again." His voice is a deep growl.

I make a production of licking my thumb and dragging it over my other nipple, then blow cool air across it. Tingles shoot straight to my clit, and I shiver.

"Good girl. Now, take off the rest," he commands. "I would see you."

I bite my lip and hook my thumbs in the side of my panties. Swiveling so he can see my butt, I lean over and slowly glide the lacy fabric down my legs. When I stand and turn, I'm completely naked.

I've never done a striptease before, but the way Krivoth looks at me, his eyes devouring me, makes me tingle everywhere. This is exactly what I need, exactly what I asked for. I've never felt so alive.

His mouth opens, and all the pretty words of before are replaced with one tortured growl. "Mine."

His hand snaps out, closing around my ankle, his fingers so long they touch the heel of his palm. For all the power rippling through his shoulder, his tug is gentle. "Come to me, my good girl, my Taylor."

The water's so hot it's shocking, and I pick my way down the "steps," trembling as my thighs, my butt, my stomach drop into its heat. I spread my legs, and the warmth of the water touches me there as well, but it's a ghost of the pleasure Krivoth's hands can bring.

One more step, and I plunge into the pool, which closes over my head. Thank god, I can swim, because seeing Krivoth stand with his head above water fooled me into thinking the hot spring isn't that deep. A bubble of laughter escapes me and floats upward, and I kick off the rock floor to break the surface right as his large hands encase my shoulders.

He pulls me to him, his hands sliding to my butt, lifting me until my legs wrap around his waist. The warmth of the water is nothing compared to the hard heat of his body. I moan as my nipples crush into his chest, the pressure delicious.

His mouth takes mine again, nipping at my lips with his tusks and demanding entrance. My legs tighten, my body straining upward, the water helping me climb him so we can kiss and kiss some more.

Heavy drugging kisses that make my head whirl and seep through me like a seductive potion, heating my blood. I squirm against the hard planes of his chest, dragging my nipples back and forth in tingles of sensation. My pelvis grinds forward into his rippled stomach, my clit throbbing and demanding more.

I want to drown in this feeling, lose myself in him again like I just did. All the worry and excitement of battle mixes with the joy of being alive, of feeling this. Winning games offers a pale imitation of the reality of real danger.

And the sweet joys of victory.

Krivoth's hands flex on my butt, and he pulls me down, away from his mouth, so that—

"Oh! Oh, god!"

He's already hard again. He drags me down the front of his cock, the slide slickened by orc seed, which is so thick and creamy it isn't immediately washed away by the water. Tingling warmth coats me wherever the heavy fluid touches, and the twin lines of his piercings rub extra sensation into my skin.

"Do you like that, my good girl? Do you like the feel of my cock?"

My head bobbles in a jerky nod as his words send a rush of excitement through me. When the thick head rubs over my aching clit, coating it in orc seed, I gasp and bear down. My hips jerk in his hands, my body taking over.

He pulls me up and down the front of his length over and over, growling with each movement. "That's it. Ride me like a good girl. Take your pleasure."

His words flip a switch inside my body, like he holds the controller and I'm his player, doing his will.

Pleasure, hot and sharp, spirals out of my clit in a wash of tingling that sets all of me alight.