CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE（Untitled）Naomi

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Naomi

My mouth falls open, but I can’t make a noise. My body locks, core clenched tight around Wranth’s cock in shock. He’s massive . I knew he was big, but…

I whimper. I’ve never been this full. Even my biggest toy doesn’t come close. He just tongued me to the most glorious orgasm I’ve ever had, but my body wants more, needs more. God, what’s in his come? Ever since he touched me with it, I’m more turned on than ever, need sizzling through my veins.

Wranth rocks his hips, grinding farther into me, and groans. God, it’s the sexiest noise ever, deep and rumbling and pulsing with need.

Then there’s a tingle of magic, and a little mouth latches onto my clit. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots through me. Is this his big piercing? Another suck makes my eyes roll back in my head. Oh, god, I don’t freaking care how he’s doing it—I never want it to stop. It’s just like my rose toy, only a million times better.

He pulls out most of the way, and the ladder piercings trace little lines of sensation inside me. Throughout the move, the little sucking mouth stays latched onto my clit. That thing must truly be magic.

When Wranth thrusts forward again, the stretch is delicious. He grips my hips, pulling me high on my knees, my ass up in the air. Then he comes down over me, so tall his back wraps over mine. One arm glides around my stomach, holding me tightly to him, while the other holds him up off the ground. His tusks nip at the join where my shoulder meets my neck, latching on.

“Wranth! Oh, god!”

He growls and thrusts, faster and faster, his quick breaths panting against my skin.

I strain backward with all my strength, which feels miniscule compared to his. I’d fall forward if not for the arm wrapped around my stomach keeping me in place.

I’m surrounded by him, overwhelmed by him. There’s nothing but his huge body over mine, his cock filling me over and over in a way that grounds me fully in my body until I become a being of pure sensation.

There’s nothing but pleasure and claiming and a wild abandon I’ve never felt before. The chase felt naughty and thrilling, but this? This is electric .

Our bodies slap together in time with his grunts and my whimpers of delight. Each thrust pulls the sound from me, full of need and desire. My heart races. With each greedy gulp of air, all I can smell is Wranth’s skin and sex, so much sex.

His huge cock fills me over and over, sending waves of tingling sensation racing through me. Wranth growls, his tusks working at my shoulder. It’s going to leave a mark, and the thought lights me up inside—I want his mark on my skin.

“Yes.” It emerges as a hiss of pleasure. “Yes, Wranth.” Yes to him, to this, to everything he might do.

He bites down harder, and his hips slam into mine, his huge cock going deeper than ever. The suction on my clit increases, tingling spiraling outward. I scream, my back arching as my orgasm crashes through me, drowning me in delicious sensation.

Wranth groans, pulsing his hips to keep himself buried deep while I ride through my pleasure. Then he pulls out of me. His cock presses against my ass as he unlocks his tusks from me to roar. Hot fluids splash between us, covering my butt, my back, dripping down the sides of my stomach to splatter onto the ground.

Instead of softening and getting smaller, the cock pressed against me feels like it gets even harder… and bigger. How is that even possible?

Using his greater size, Wranth settles over me, pushing me flat to the moss-covered ground. His weight covers me for several delicious moments. Right at the point it gets to be too much, he lifts up, bringing me with him and arranging me until I sit on his lap.

His come dries on my back and sides, but instead of getting sticky, it soaks in, leaving my skin feeling moisturized. If my elbows start to get ashy, maybe I could rub some orc come on them? Wonder how it works as a conditioner? I grin and nuzzle into his shoulder.

His hands stroke over my breasts, my stomach, brushing away tiny bits of moss. He scowls and shoves to his feet, holding me to his chest in a bridal carry.

My head falls onto his shoulder as I curl into him, still pleasure dazed. God, I’ve never come that hard! Everything about this has been way more intense than I ever imagined when reading about primal chase. The silence between us feels natural, like we’re still in a place of bodies and sensation and being that leaves no room for words.

Wranth’s long strides bring us back to the pond and don’t falter as he walks straight into it. The cool water tickles my feet before swallowing first my calves, then thighs. He stops when we’re near the waterfall and the water reaches mid-chest, his arms carefully loosening.

I give a wiggle and float out of his arms to hang in the water in front of him. The edge of the waterfall splashes down all around us in a gentle pour like a rainwater shower. My hair’s going to get wet, and I don’t have any products, but it should be okay. The water’s fresh instead of salt water or chlorine-filled, and my hair’s not super porous.

The fading light of evening is still bright enough to show the intent look on his face as he carefully runs his hands over my body, washing me. All of his wild ferocity of earlier turns into a gentleness that makes my heart ache. Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me? This demon in the sack who goes all sweet after.

Then those talented fingers drift lower, slicking between my thighs. He brushes over my clit, and a jolt of desire shoots through me. At my gasp, his mouth crooks upward on the left, and his little half smile grows wicked.

Water splashes down over him, slicking his straight hair into an inky black curtain that gleams like satin in the last of the daylight. It looks perfect with his green skin. God, he’s gorgeous.

I shove my arms through the water to swim forward, my breasts pressing into his chest. Gripping his shoulders, I slide them back and forth over his firm muscles, my nipples tingling.

His hands hook under the back of my knees, lifting my legs until they wrap around his waist. The massive head of his cock nudges my opening, and that new heat flashes through me. I wanted him a moment ago—now I need him—especially when the sucker mouth latches onto my clit.

“Oh!” My head falls back, my body lost in pleasure.

Wranth holds my hips, lifting and lowering me in slow movements as he slides inside an inch at a time. Our encounter before was hot and hard and perfect.

But so is this achingly slow assault on my senses. The fall of the water tickling my skin, the slow glide of his cock filling me, the heat that builds between us with every second of touch. It feels like too much, like my skin can barely contain all the pleasure. I need more and I need it now.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I whimper, the sound full of all of my need.

“Naomi,” he whisper-growls, his voice too deep and husky for true quiet. “My bride.”

He lifts me almost all the way off his cock so his mouth can take mine in a druggingly slow kiss that trickles honey through my veins. His tongue teases mine in a drawn-out dance that makes me moan and strain closer.

The little rose toy sucker continues to work, sending waves of sensation crashing through me, each going higher. My heart thunders in my ears, almost drowning out the sound of falling water. Then he pulls me down onto his cock, stretching me wide as he fills me completely.

“Wranth!” I cry his name as I come, delight flooding my entire body until my toes curl, heels digging into the back of his thighs.

Another thrust, and he lifts me off just enough to let his erection slide between our stomachs. He growls. His hips move in sharp jerks, the tendons of his neck standing out as hot fluid jets through the water to coat my stomach and breasts.

I cling to him, each breath a little sob of pleasure, as he carries me back to the bank and lowers us to a bed of soft moss.

Wranth settles on his back and pulls me into his side, cushioning my head with his upper arm.

We lie there for several moments, catching our breath. The gentle breeze chills my damp skin, but I’m not cold, not with Wranth’s glorious heat pressed against me. His hand strokes over my hip, and I want to stretch like a cat in a spot of sunshine, my whole body feeling warm and satisfied and good .

My attention drifts down, wanting to see whatever it was that sucked on my clit, but my eyes widen when I see his cock, and I blurt, “What’s that?”

“It’s my knot.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Yes,” he growls. “You can always touch me anywhere you wish.”

My fingers ghost over the baseball-sized bump swelling the base of his cock. It’s hard and very warm to the touch.

Wranth grunts in pleasure, his hips jerking.

So I do it some more, my touch becoming bolder. “That feels good?” It isn’t really a question.

“Aftershocks,” he says.

The deep rasp of his voice makes me shiver with pleasure, too, my core clenching, remembering the feel of him inside me, filling me full.

I settle back onto his arm and meet his gaze. “What’s the knot for?”

“It will lock us together for many hours, holding my orc seed inside you, the better to make younglings. Fae, even Wild Fae as hearty as orcs, do not conceive easily.” His eyes go haunted. The next words emerge broken and rough, as if he has trouble forcing them out. “Every child is a gift.”

“What is it?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”

“Every child but me, that is.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I am the only true orc orphan in all of Alarria. No one knows who my parents are or where I come from.” Pain, old and deep, echoes within the hollow emptiness of his voice. “I have no family, no people, no home.”

“Oh, Wranth.” My heart aches for him, tears prickling my eyes. I throw my arms around him. “I’m so sorry. Are there a lot of orcs who live off on their own? Is there some way we could go and talk to them all once I get my power working? I’m sure someone must know something.” Sure, I want to get home. But this is important to him, vitally important. So I can be here longer if that’s what it takes to make this right.

“That’s just it,” he says. “In Alarria, every orc lives in a village or at the king’s castle, Elmswood Keep. There are no other orcs, and there were no unaccounted-for pregnancies ever, let alone the year I was born.”

I pull back enough to meet his troubled gaze. “Well, then, there’s only one answer. You’re from a different realm.”

“No one saw the Moon Goddess for several months before I was found, and I was a swaddled babe who couldn’t have been left for more than a few hours. She’s the only being who can bring anyone to Alarria, and her light is very bright and distinctive. You can see her for miles around.”

“You’re wrong,” I say.

He scowls so hard I have to fight to keep from smiling.

“The Moon Goddess isn’t the only one who can bring someone to Alarria.” I tap a finger to my chest. “I can!”

“You are very special, my bride. There’s no one else with your power.”

“Maybe.” I give a one-shoulder shrug. “But the fact that I exist means maybe someone else with this power does, too.”

“If I’m not from Alarria…” His eyes go distant.

After a few moments of silence, I whisper, “Where could you be from?”

“The most likely realm is Avalon, which is home to orcs and elves and various other types of fae.”

“Avalon.” I press my hand over his heart and look him in the eyes. “I’ll take you to Avalon.”

I’ll do anything to erase this hurt from his life.

If I can get my magic to work.