20. Abigail

20

ABIGAIL

A t first, Gragash woke slowly, eyes flickering open. Then all at once, he sat up with a gasp, sending water sloshing everywhere. I laughed and hugged him gently.

"It's fine, beloved. You're safe. We're all safe, thanks to you."

His heart slowed and instead of searching the illusory jungle for enemies, he turned his gaze on me. As ever, the intensity made me blush and squirm. As ever, he enjoyed that, and ran his hand over my naked body.

"Then that was not a dream?" he asked carefully, like someone trying not to put too much weight on the answer. When I nodded, he relaxed visibly and held me close.

"Not a dream, my love. We're free and clear aboard the Darha's Blessing. You've been out of it for about a day, but the military-grade medical nanites Jarchess found have fixed up everything, even your leg."

I'd prepared the report, tried to tell him everything he needed to know as quickly as possible. One thing I hadn't prepared for was the emotional impact—tears welled in my eyes, and I choked on the words.

Gragash calmed me with a kiss. Or at least, calmed my tears. A few seconds in, it stopped being soothing and became exciting, our naked bodies pressing together in the water of the pool.

When our lips separated, my heart raced. Gragash ran his hand down my side, pressing in with his claws and making me shiver.

"Why are we in the pool?" he asked in a whisper, biting my neck when I started to answer and chuckling as my words turned into a needy groan.

I gathered myself and tried again. "More restful for your leg, more hygienic than the Blessing's cesspool of a medbay, and I figured you'd want to celebrate when you woke up. Besides, it gave me an excuse to snuggle you."

Wrapping my legs around him, I pulled myself close. His cock felt even harder under the water, and I moaned again, rubbing against it.

A hungry growl from Gragash only pushed me onward, and I sank my teeth into his neck. That turned his growl into a roar of passion, and he lifted me up. I squirmed as he rained kisses and bites down the front of my body. His teeth made me cry out too, the sound echoing strangely as he carried me through the water to the waterfall.

Warm water cascaded down onto us and he laid me down on a ledge beneath the flow, soft vines cushioning the stone. He continued his loving trail of kisses down my body, spread my legs wide, and growled again.

I shuddered, reaching down to caress his face before he ducked down to lick me with his long, powerful tongue. My moans of pleasure filled the grove as my orc lover worshipped me, licking between my folds, teasing my clit, pushing me towards an orgasm, then letting me fall back.

With a whimper, I tried to draw him closer. No, no way would I move him against his will. And while he held my hips, I wasn't going to move either. He had me.

Trapped.

Pinned.

Helpless.

Exactly where I wanted to be. Because in his arms, I was safe. No matter what, I knew he wouldn't hurt me, wouldn't harm me. Tease, infuriate, frustrate? Yes, but never harm.

His tongue, dexterous and rough, sped up, and my fingers clutched his hair as he licked around my clit.

"Please," I gasped. "Please, Gragash, I need you."

He looked up at me, eyes sparkling, and redoubled his efforts. The orgasm was on me before I knew it, turning my pleading moans into wordless whimpers, and I thrashed in his arms as he held me close until I had control of myself again.

"Such an eager girl," he growled, winning a fresh blush from me. Along with an enthusiastic nod.

"I love this, love every part of this," I said. "I love you, Gragash."

"And I love you." His eyes met mine, glinting in the light. "I love all of you."

His hands demonstrated, running across my skin, squeezing my breasts and massaging them. I arched my back and moaned as his claws raked across my sensitive skin.

"I need you, Gragash. Please."

A pleased noise left his throat and he grinned, gripping my ass, claws biting in. He lifted me to his throbbing cock, positioned himself against me and … stopped.

Just long enough for me to shiver with need, to look him in the eye, to plead wordlessly. And then he thrust as he pushed me down onto him. Burying his monster cock in me, forcing me to take it all in one sweet, brutal motion. A flash of delicious pain washed through me, drowned instantly by the rolling waves of pleasure.

His hungry, desperate snarl told me he felt it as much as I did, and then he moved. Rammed into me with enough force to make me scream with ecstasy on each powerful thrust. I tried to say something, to urge him on, but Gragash didn't need my encouragement. He slammed into me, pressed me back against the rocks, water flowing over us as he held nothing back.

I came again as his cock thrummed inside me, as he trapped me between his rock-hardness and the stones behind me, as he pounded me over and over. And he snarled his need, ducked his head to savage my neck, grew harder inside me. Trembled on the edge.

Carried me over it.

We came together, an explosion of joy and love and incredible pleasure that made me scream again. My pleasure and his mixed, and for a long moment we held each other, panting. Then Gragash lowered us to the rock shelf, cradling me against him.

"Wow." I smiled up at my orc lover. "Gragash, I love you, but let's never do anything that stupid again."

His laugh was warm and loving, and he kissed my forehead with gentle strength. "I am afraid I cannot make you that promise. I think we'll get into plenty of trouble together."