6. Abigail

6

ABIGAIL

I thought I was going mad. Gragash loomed over me like a green cliff of muscle and raw masculinity, his voice a rumbling whisper that shook me to my core. Slavers had thrown me to him like a bone to their favorite dog, and despite that, god, I was so thirsty for him.

His hand, massive and heavy, rested next to my head. So close, I understood why our captors worried about him tearing his way out of a cage. His arms were like tree trunks, if the trees had spent a lot of time lifting weights. The wall of his green chest in front of me made me squirm. Yes, he'd trapped me, but was an improvement in every way to being in the hands of his captors.

It was the smell, though, that really drove me insane. His scent was heavy, musky, earthy, and it touched something deep inside me. Some kind of primal drive responded to Gragash's presence, his scent, and ohmygod his words.

I cannot believe I'm considering going along with this. Pirates had thrown me to their gladiator-slave as a reward for winning a fight, and I was about to cooperate?

Nuh-uh, you don't get to talk yourself out of this. My inner voice was infuriatingly reasonable in its horniness. This is different. He's not just grabbed me to have his way with me, he's giving me a choice, and that changes everything.

I was trapped, pinned against the cage by his mighty body. His face next to mine, the heat of his body radiating against me, hot breath washing over my neck. He said I wanted him, and I couldn't call it a lie. But he hadn't touched me, not yet, and I was sure he wouldn't—not until I gave permission.

Though if I gave permission, I didn't expect to get a say in what happened afterward. Gragash's dominant energy rolled off him like waves, and the thought of surrendering to him sent a shiver through me.

The heat radiated from him and intensifying as he leaned in ever closer. Not quite touching me, but so close my skin prickled. "You want this," he said with an unshakeable confidence entirely different from Tony's arrogance. "You want me. And I want you."

As he spoke, he ran a single fingernail up my side, lifting my t-shirt and teasing the skin beneath.

"Before you agree, you should know—I am an orc. I will not be gentle with you." He paused and lowered his voice to a whisper I could barely hear. "Nor will you want me to be."

I licked my lips, looked up into his dark, intense eyes, and my heart skipped a beat as I spoke, managing only a single word. "Yes."

His response was faster than I'd thought possible. He grabbed me and lifted me against the bars, putting my face level with his. He brought his mouth to my neck, tusks grazing my skin, and I gasped. He chuckled darkly as I squirmed.

Every nerve in my body was on fire with desire for this orc, and I blushed to hear myself moan aloud. As if that was a signal, he stepped back, put me down on unsteady feet, and bared his sharp teeth in a predatory grin.

"Undress," he said, no, commanded. His eyes flashed as I obeyed without pausing to think, pulling my t-shirt over my head and throwing it aside. My bra followed just as fast. I unbuckled my belt and kicked off my boots before pausing and turning to Gragash. He stared at me with a fierce intensity, as though he was committing every inch of my skin to memory.

In turn, I watched him undo the buckle holding his kilt closed, letting the leather garment fall to the floor. There was nothing underneath, of course. Just orc. So very much orc.

Very hard orc.

My jaw fell open at the sight, and I whimpered. His cock stood hard and proud, dark green veins coiling around it, the head glistening with pre-cum. It was enormous, scarily big, too big? Part of my brain insisted no human could take that emerald monster.

I licked my lips and knew that I had to try. For science.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Gragash rumbled, and I unfastened my jeans and slid them down, taking my panties with them and leaving myself as naked as he was.

He took another long look at me, slowly tracing my curves, and I fought my urge to cover myself. My cheeks burned, the flush spreading down and across my breasts as he admired me.

"Come here," he said at last, an unmistakable crack of command in his tone. To my surprise, I moved before my mind processed the order. What is this? Some kind of psychic power?

I knew better. It was just Gragash , his hunger for me and his confidence and his sheer dominance.

His hand slid into my hair, gently but firmly pulling me with him as he withdrew into the shadows at the back of his cell. Even my eyes didn't adjust to this darkness, and he faded from my view. Like the Cheshire Cat, his smile was the last thing to go, teeth and tusks reflecting what little light reached this far. With his free hand, Gragash teased his way across my breasts, his clawed fingertips adding a delicious touch of danger where they scraped over my tender skin. My nipples, hardening at his touch, sent little bursts of pleasure through me as he played.

It didn't seem like he had any trouble with the dark. Even blind, I refused to let him have all the fun.

Rather than fumble in the darkness, I raised my hands to my head, found his wrist, and stroked up the inside of his arm, digging my nails in just enough to draw a growl. That deepened as my hands reached his chest and I stroked my nails down over his nipples, a mirror of his movements.

His breath hitched and a tremor coursed down both his arms. Oh, sensitive, are we? I smiled and tweaked his right nipple. His hand tightened in my hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear it could.

"Careful, little one," he rumbled, and his warning tone did something to me. "You don't want to test me."

Of course not. Why would I? What could I possibly gain by annoying him? It would be a stupid idea.

So, obviously, I tweaked his left nipple harder. What can I say? I have a self-destructive streak.

Gragash responded with the reflexes of a gladiator, and I couldn't follow what happened in the next half-second. All I know is, I started it standing up, everything blurred, and then I was on my hands and knees with Gragash behind me. One of his hands was still in my hair, the other on my hip, and his cock slid along the crack of my ass. I moaned and pressed back into him, unable to even pretend to struggle or resist.

Gragash rumbled a pleased sound, slipping the hand on my hip around, his fingers parting my slick folds. "Mmm, such an eager little one," he whispered at my eager writhing. " Good girl."

My breath caught at those two little words, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. Gragash did not need to know how that affected me.

A futile effort when my body betrayed me, and his hungry growl told me he was well aware. As he slid a finger into me, he kissed my neck, tusks digging almost painfully into my skin and making me shiver. His hand in my hair kept me in place, helpless and under his control.

I pressed back against him, wriggling, trying to tease him as he teased me. It worked, or at least his cock stiffened even further. I swallowed, and wondered if making that shaft bigger was really a good idea.

My heart pounded, and I whimpered wordlessly as he pulled back, breaking contact between me and his dick for just a second. Whimpered again, louder, when he pressed himself back to me, the head of his monster rubbing against my opening. Too big, part of me cried. But my body didn't agree, and the pulsing need in my core called out to be filled.

His first thrust buried him deep inside me, driving me down into the blankets. My body stretched around him, took him deeper than I'd thought possible, and my god, it felt amazing.

The second thrust pushed him even deeper, his rough hands pulling back to meet his thrust. I yelled out at the third, my voice muffled by the blankets. Each time he withdrew, I felt an aching void inside me.

With every thrust, he filled that void, a wave of pleasure crashing through my body. I cried out as he fucked me with a brutal passion, the waves coming closer and closer together until my world exploded with ecstasy. My body shook wildly and I would have collapsed if Gragash hadn't held me up.

He hadn't finished with me yet.

I tried to speak, though I have no idea what I wanted to say. It didn't matter. Gragash drove the air from my lungs with another forceful thrust, and I felt his cock thrum inside me. That made me clench around him, gripping his pulsating rod tighter, and his deep groan told me how he enjoyed that.

His thrusts came faster, harder, more powerful. Each one made me gasp and drove me closer to the edge. Gragash's breathing came faster, his control waning, and I knew he was getting close, too. He hardened even further inside me, his vibrating orc cock drove me wild, and I tried to return the favor by squeezing him inside me. All control lost, Gragash was a wild animal, pounding me into the blankets and biting down hard on my shoulder as his cock twitched—and then unleashed inside me.

His roar of triumph merged with my hoarse scream of pure pleasure as the tidal wave of our shared orgasm carried us away.