CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

The feel of my bride shattering as she rubs against my cock is the sweetest of tortures. My aching member longs for me to lift her just that little bit higher, to impale her on my length here and now. Even though I just came in her hot little mouth—and what a treat that was—I already crave her again.

By the goddess, Taylor on her knees willingly servicing me was the most erotic moment of my life. She'd been so eager to please, so ready to give herself over to me. I'd never felt more powerful.

The excitement of it fills me anew, and I grit my teeth, using all of my warrior discipline to hold back from taking her right this very second. She's given herself to me, mine to do with as I will, and I choose to woo her.

First by tasting her.

The irregularly shaped pool provides an ideal location. I lift her from the water and set her on the edge, spreading her legs wide to bare her sweet sex. A broken-off column sits below her in the water, two feet away from the wall. When I sit and lean forward, my mouth reaches right between her legs.

I pull her foot to me, licking up the side of her ankle in a way that makes her squirm.

"Krivoth!" My name escapes as a breathy little gasp.

I love it. I will make her say it exactly so a million times. Then I'll make her scream it a million more.

I nip at the soft skin of her calf with my tusks, then soothe the abraded flesh with my tongue. "You have skin softer than the finest of silks. I could spend an eternity touching you, and it wouldn't be enough. It will never be enough." I haven't even had her yet, and I can tell.

Her beautiful brown eyes watch me with dazed delight, as if pleased but also unable to believe I could feel such.

I will simply need to convince her I speak the truth.

My mouth shapes her knee, exploring its every divot before I let myself drift higher to the true bliss of her inner thigh. The smooth expanse of tan skin beckons, and I suck and lick at her until she gasps, panting with want. My tusks leave slightly reddened marks on her, and the sight almost undoes all of my control. She is mine. Mine to please. Mine to praise.

One good pump of my cock, and I scoop up a handful of seed to rub into her sweet skin. Even the water can't dilute its aphrodisiac properties, and her pupils dilate as she stares at me and bites at her lower lip in a way that drives me wild.

A growl rumbles from me as I turn my attentions to her other foot, sucking her tiny tan toes into my mouth and making her whole body jump.

"Oh, god. No one's ever! That's so hot!"

A dark chuckle escapes me. I love seeing her like this, so caught by lust she can barely speak. She wishes to experience the joy of being alive? I will give her such pleasure the only word she can utter is my name.

I lick my way up her leg, marking her with my tusks as I go. My bride enjoys it, I can tell. When I reach her inner thigh, I give it a nip. "Spread your legs for me."

Taylor's cheeks redden with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Yet she has nothing to be embarrassed about. Her sex is as lovely as the rest of her. A thin strip of shortened brown curls does nothing to hide her from me. She's as tiny here as anywhere, the delicate lips of her sex opening on a small entrance. I spread her wide with my fingers, and she gasps, one hand rising as if she'd cover herself.

"None of that." I nip at her hand with my tusks until she removes it. "You will never hide yourself from me, do you hear? You are beautiful, and I will look my fill."

She sighs.

"Say it," I command, the thrill of it hardening my cock. "Say you know you're beautiful."

My bride smiles, and the joy of it pierces my heart. "I'm beautiful."

"Now pinch those pretty nipples for me."

Her hands leap to do as I say, cupping her sweet breasts so she can pinch her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. My bride's mouth falls open with pleasure, and the sweet scent of her arousal perfumes the air.

"Good girl." And with those words of praise, I spread her even wider and flick my tongue over her sensitive pearl.

She sucks in a sharp breath, only to let out a little whimper, the sound driving me wild. I lick again and again, until she makes it continuously and squirms, her little heels digging into my back.

It's heady, to command her pleasure, to work her body as I will. I've never felt this with anyone—never had it offered, especially not as sweetly as Taylor gives herself over to me so completely. I stroke over her with my tongue, making her sing a song of want. I'll never be able to give her up, to give up this glorious feeling of control that only makes me want her more.

Makes me need her.

Her taste calls to me, her scent growing riper, and I can no longer deny myself. I brush my thumb over her entrance, testing her slickness. "You're such a good girl, all wet and eager for me. I'm going to lick you here, and you're going to come for me."

"Oh, yes," she breathes out, then bites at her lip, drawing my eyes to the dark-pink flesh swollen from being stretched by my cock.

A growl rumbles deep in my chest, a primal feeling of possession washing over me.

Mine.

I finally have something that is truly mine.

I press my mouth to her, whispering my devotion with every caress of my lips and tongue, a silent language spoken body to body. The taste of her arousal mixes with the sounds of her delight, spurring me on. I lap at her, bringing her every bit of pleasure I can wring from her small human body.

"Oh, god. Oh, Krivoth!" Her hands tug at her nipples. "Please."

I bury my tongue in her, delighting in the way her inner walls clamp tight around me. She's going to feel so amazing on my cock. I tug at my needy erection, ignoring its demands for more, and scoop up another handful of orc seed. Then I smooth it down my bride's stomach and through the crisp patch of hair to stroke it over her sensitive nub.

My tongue curls upward, the tip dancing over that spot she likes inside, and Taylor screams, her hips lifting, her back bowed as she shakes with pleasure.