CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

I break our kiss and start to stand. I want my bride sprawled across my furs, calling my name as I knot her for the first time.

"Wait." Taylor's little hands clutch my shoulders, and I settle back onto my knees. Her beautiful brown eyes meet mine, and so much warm emotion shows in them my heart stops. "I know I was scared of marriage, but I'm not anymore. A goddess matched us! More importantly, you've made me believe in marriage and happily ever afters. I love you, Krivoth."

Her words fill me with elation, seeping into the cracks in my soul and soothing my heart. I've never felt more whole.

"My Taylor, I cherish your words. I will strive every day to be worthy of your love."

"No, none of that." Tears sheen her pretty eyes as she cups my cheek. "There's no ‘proving' your worth with me. There's just loving me. That's all I need. You're all I need. You're enough, Krivoth, just as you are."

Joy, incandescent and beautiful, lights my whole world, shines from her with the power of a thousand suns. In only a handful of words, she's given me the greatest of gifts, the unconditional love of her whole heart.

I crush her to me and take her mouth again, needing to taste her sweetness, needing to feel all of her to know this moment is real.

This time when I stand, I hold her to me, unwilling to let her go for even a moment as I stride for the bedroom. I continue to kiss her, deep, consuming kisses that demand everything. My cock pulses in my pants, already making orc seed, already aching to be inside her.

Her mouth opens for mine, her heart in her eyes, as she offers me her love and all that she is. I'm a glutton, who will feast and never get enough, but she is one enchantment I need never escape.

She is life. She is all.

She is mine.

I lay her down on the furs covering the bed, and they are our furs, the ones I have loved her on before, the ones that carry our combined scent. I draw it deep into my lungs, mixing it with the fresh smell of her.

Patience eludes me. I want to tease her forever, give her so much pleasure she loses all other language but my name. Yet I also want her now.

I compromise by ripping the shirt open with my tusks, baring her sweet breasts to me. I drag the fabric down her arms using only my mouth. Then I take my time.

"Krivoth!" My name falls so sweetly from her lips when said in need. I will hear it again. Her hands tangle in my unbound hair, holding me to her as I drag my tusks over the slope of first one breast, then the next. Marking them for all to see, not that I can bear to think of anyone else seeing her naked. The communal baths are going to be an issue for a while. A feral possessiveness grips me when it comes to her.

Around and around, I tease her soft skin without touching her nipples. They've hardened into sharp little peaks, begging for attention almost as much as the begging falling from her lips.

"Please, Krivoth," my bride chants, writhing below me. "Please, please, please."

Finally, I lick over one nipple, loving the taste of her, loving the sharp gasp of her inhale as her back bows off the bed even more. I could drown in this, in the heady feeling of giving her pleasure, and die a happy man.

Sucking the other breast fully into my mouth, I pluck at her wet nipple, pinching it until she squirms.

My hips grind into the bed, the pressure on my cock good but nothing compared to how she'll feel.

I drag my lips, tongue, and tusks down her stomach, feeling the muscles flutter the closer I get to her pants. I long to rip the leather from her, but doing so might hurt her tender flesh, so I settle for shredding the laces with my tusks, then hooking them into the waistband to drag them slowly down.

She lifts her sweet little ass off the bed to aid me, and I peel the leather from her thighs, exposing the small tuft of curls covering her sex. My moon bound wears no underwear to impede me, and while glad of it, I also miss the purple lace that cupped my hand so sweetly the first time I touched her. Thankfully, the laundry will return from the cleaning stone in the morning. I will have her walk around in the panties and nothing else.

Her shoes stop me for a moment, until I unlace them to free her little feet. Then I grip the leather with my tusks again and finish what I started, pulling the pants all the way off. I crouch there, looking up her naked body.

"My bride, your beauty undoes me." I lift her foot to kiss the inside of her ankle, the movement opening her leg enough to give me a teasing glimpse of her sex. I lick along her calf, loving the way it makes her bow-shaped mouth open on a gasp. "You are the loveliest thing I've ever seen or will ever see."

A tiny frown pinches her brow, and I nip at the inside of her knee. "None of that now. You cannot doubt my words. I will find you beautiful until the moment I draw my last breath. Your silky soft skin, your sweet little curves, that mouth—they are all bewitching. But you know what's most beautiful about you? Your heart, your joy, your love for life." I press a kiss to her thigh. "Your love for me."

"Oh, Krivoth."

"They are eternal, as is my devotion." And with that, I spread her thighs and lick from the bottom of her sex to the top, flicking my tongue over her sensitive nub. Her taste explodes across my tongue, and my moan joins hers. I'm starved for her, her taste, her pleasure. "There you are. There's my good girl."

She shivers, her pupils dilating, and the sight drives me wild.

I plunge my tongue into her, lapping up her juices. "So ready, so wet for me." I tease around her entrance. "Are you going to come for me like a good girl?"

Her head bobs in a shaky nod, her teeth biting at her lower lip.

My hand glides up her other thigh, lifting her leg out to the side to open her farther. Dark red flushes her sex, her smell ripening. I breathe deep, pulling her essence into me. "My beauty, how you glow for me here, so ready for my love."

It's even more special that all of her reactions are purely hers without any orc seed. I'll bathe her in it soon enough to prepare her to take my knot, but for now I enjoy seeing what I can coax from her with fingers and tongue.

My cock jumps, aching to take her now, knot her. Soon, I promise it. Soon.

I slide two fingers into the velvet heat of her, curling them upward to brush over the spot she likes so much.

Her hips lift from the bed as her body strives for pleasure, and I love that, love how she wants it so much.

Wants me so much.

My fingers pump in and out of her, working her until her muscles tighten around me and she squirms on the furs, panting and desperate. After flicking her sensitive pearl with my tongue a few times, I lift up long enough to say, "Come for me, my Taylor. Come for me like the good girl you are."

Then my mouth closes over her, sucking as my tongue licks at her again and again as she screams my name.

My clothes disappear in a flurry of quick movements. I need to feel her skin to skin. I climb onto the furs and into her waiting arms, staying low enough that I can kiss her.

Orc seed flows from my cock, slicking her thighs, and she gasps into my mouth as the first effects of the aphrodisiac hit her. "Oh, god, Krivoth!"

"I know, my love. I know." I kiss her again, then raise up on one elbow so I can reach down to gather up the creamy fluid. I rub it over her breasts, massaging it into the skin until her nipples re-harden to tiny peaks. Another handful coats her stomach, and yet a third I glide down her arms. I want to flip her over, rub it into her back, her ass, cover her in my seed completely from head to toe so she smells of me and only me.

I settle for rubbing it across both her thighs, then bring a handful up to her sex. It slicks over her wetness in an intoxicating glide that makes her whimper. I gather more and more of it from my erection, plunging it into her with my fingers until her whole body quivers below me, ready to explode.

And I want that, need to bring her to her peak again.

But on my cock.

"Krivoth, please," she begs so prettily, moving underneath me in a way that drives me wild.

I can resist her no longer. Sliding up her body, I don't stop until I'm at her entrance. I brace there as her legs lift to wrap around me, her little heels digging into the backs of my thighs to urge me on.

I thrust into her wet heat, the pressure exquisite as she wraps around me, tugging on my piercings. My balls tighten, threatening to spill, and I grit my teeth to hold back. I want this moment to last forever.

She freezes, her mouth falling into an O, her eyes wide as I fill her. Then she's with me, her hips moving, her breath coming in pants timed to my own.

We rock together, each movement taking me deeper, joining us more fully together. We lock eyes, and I groan at the love and desire I see in hers. "My Taylor. My bride."

My stud activates, the magic humming to life, as eager to please her as I am. It vibrates against her sensitive nub, making her tighten around me.

I thrust all the way, buried deep in her, bringing us as close as two people can be.

"I love you. I love you so much." I watch my words launch her into pleasure.