10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

K rull

My mom raised me to be a good male, to never have sex with a female unless I had clear permission to forge ahead. No one could accuse me of taking advantage of Mara. I’ve done everything short of having her sign a contract that she wants to have sex.

I ask once more, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

The moment the word is out of her mouth, I flip her onto her back and straddle her hips. My cock is peeking out of my open zipper, and she can’t tear her gaze from it.

“Look at me.” My tone is stern. She needs more information before she can give informed consent.

When she finally drags her gaze from below my waist and looks into my eyes, I give her a glimpse of what she’s in for. After pulling my lips into a snarl to better display my tusks, I touch the tip of my chin with my long, black tongue.

“I’m an orc. Dominance is in our DNA. When females and males first get together, we fight for supremacy. It keeps the species strong. But, Mara, the males always win. Always. I will be in charge in all things that happen on this mattress.”

Understanding is dawning on her. Her eyes widen in fear… and then her pupils dilate in lust. This, more than green skin and tusks, might be the biggest difference between human women and orc females. My dominance doesn’t spur her to fight back. If anything, it makes her more aroused. Sure enough, her scent is billowing into the room, overpowering the acrid smell of smoke drifting in from outside.

“I don’t like pain.” Her tone is breathy as she seems to be using every ounce of effort to keep her gaze on mine instead of sliding south to see what’s only partially hidden by my clothes.

“Duly noted. Anything else I should know before I do every single thing I’ve been imagining since I first laid eyes on you?”

“I’m not on the pill.”

“There are workarounds for that.” I smirk. I can think of worse things than having those pert pink lips ease my arousal.

Waiting a moment, I nod as I plan my attack as thoroughly as if I were a general leading a marauding army. Standing, I head to the kitchen as I call over my shoulder, “I want you naked and on your stomach by the time I return. ”

She pauses a few seconds. Perhaps it takes that long for my command to register. Then she hurriedly shucks her clothes. On my way to the fridge, I turn to watch as this woman tears her clothes off at my simple command.

My cock pulses against the constraints of my uniform. I give the coveralls a nudge, roll my shoulders, and let them slide to the floor where I’m standing as I watch Mara toss her clothes aside and lay face down on the mattress in her desperate effort to please.

“Good girl,” I croon, testing the waters, seeing how my praise will affect her. It’s hard to tell from this distance. I’ll know more in a few minutes.

Even though she hasn’t opened the freezer, the ice has melted a bit. The cubes are still plenty cold enough for what I have in mind.

“Hot?” I ask as I put several handfuls into a deep bowl I found in her cabinets.

“Mmhmm…” Is her tone wary? It has to be. She heard the clinking of ice and must know I’m not going to use it for drinks.

I stalk from the kitchen to our little nest on the floor, taking my time to assess Mara’s naked body. Her tawny hair is splayed invitingly on the pillow. Supple, tanned skin covers all her appealing curves. Her thighs are pressed tightly together, but that will change soon enough.

Her scent is still an equal blend of fear and arousal. Absently, I wonder if her fear is about the random gunshots echoing in from the streets below, or if it’s about the more immediate danger—the orc not ten feet away from her with sex and teasing on his mind .

I kneel at her side, facing her, making sure I’m in her line of sight. Choosing not to move for a minute, I watch her face as she sees my cock bobbing not a foot from her face. She sucks in a quick gasp, unable to tear her gaze from it as it drips pre-cum onto the floor.

“Krull, I—”

“No talking unless it’s to tell me to stop.” When she snaps her teeth together to follow my order, I reward her with a “good girl.” Goosebumps ripple along her shoulders and down her arm, telling me all I need to know about how much little Mara likes praise.

“You’re so good to follow my directions.” I swipe some liquid that’s dripping from my slit and offer my finger to her. “Want this?”

She licks her lips, opens her mouth to answer, then remembers my instructions and merely nods.

“Perfect.” I place my finger close to her mouth and let her lean forward to swipe my seed with her tongue. “Suck my finger. Let my cock know what it’s in for later.”

There isn’t a female in the Zone who would comply so eagerly with such a command, but Mara doesn’t hesitate as she laps at every inch of my index finger before easing it into her mouth and sucking. All the while, her gaze stays connected to mine. I groan when she redoubles her efforts and hollows her cheeks as she swirls her tongue.

She may not be sucking my cock, but fire sparks along my veins as I watch her lids flutter down as she pleasures my finger with all her might .

“You’re so good at that, Mara. You’re going to make me come so hard when you suck my cock.” I drift my fingers through her hair, petting her, soothing her, praising her.

“You complained of being hot. I’m going to cool you off.” I straddle her ass. “Open your legs.”

When she does, I let my balls dangle against her lower lips, already slick from desire. My cock rides the crack of her ass. “Want this?” I ask as I flex against her in little pulses.

She makes the tiniest noise before she corrects herself and answers with an eager nod.

“Later,” I goad.

After gently sweeping her long hair to the side, I grip one rectangular cube in my fingers, then let it drip onto her nape. She gasps as her body startles, then she settles back onto the sheets.

“Remember, all you need to do is tell me to stop, and I will. I like being in control, but I don’t like inflicting pain any more than you like receiving it. Nod if you’re okay, say no if you want to stop.”

She pauses, obviously thinking. I’m glad she’s taking the time to consider this. The last thing I want is to do anything she won’t like. Finally, she nods, slow at first, then faster.

I let the cube drip in the same spot until she no longer jumps when the droplet touches her skin, then I make a slow trail down her spine. One drop at a time .

“You’re so brave.” I lean in to whisper this in her ear, warming her back with my naked chest as I heap praises on her. “So courageous.”

Without thinking, I’ve stumbled into the perfect way to calm her about all the chaos swirling around us: the sirens, gunshots, and flashes of light flickering against the windowpanes that aren’t coming from streetlights, but from fires in other parts of the city. This way, I can praise her bravery without her having to think about the truly courageous things she’s conquered today.

“Look at you, doing just what I’ve asked. So good.” That last word is like a magic spell. Every time I say it, her body stands down, relaxes.

I lean up, and now, instead of cold droplets, I trace the ice along the furrow of her spine. She wiggles but says nothing. She’s panting now, and if I had to hazard a guess, it’s from arousal rather than discomfort.

“Still good?”

She nods. This time, with no hesitation.

Bending low, I place my tusks on her nape, then slowly drag the points down, down, along each side of her spine. My tusks aren’t sharp enough to slice her tender skin, but they’re deadly enough to capture her attention.

A blast of her arousal scent rewards my efforts.

Leaning up again, I make one more ice cube trail from the crack of her ass to her hairline, causing her whole body to shiver.

“Want to know how this feels on your pretty pink nipples? ”

Her enthusiastic nod is accompanied by an aroused moan. I flip her onto her back, then sit back on my heels between her open thighs as I take her in, devouring her with my gaze.

“You’re beautiful, Mara.”

Instead of beaming proudly, she closes her eyes. Is she embarrassed? With a body like that?

I know my palms are work-roughened and might not feel good on her tender skin, but I glide them from her shoulders to her wrists, then over her rounded hips as I murmur her praises.

“Your skin is so soft, so rich in the moonlight. And your breasts… I wish you could see how lovely you are through my eyes. If my words aren’t enough, I’ll show you.”

Setting the bowl farther away, I lean to kiss her, making sure my cock rubs against her belly as I barge into her mouth. Fisting her hair, I take control of the kiss, grunting my approval as I dive into the taste of her, the warm heat of her mouth.

Our tongues lash against each other. Since I’ve forbidden her to talk, her mouth and tongue wordlessly sing her enthusiasm.

I’ve been holding back, taking my time to build her up and make her wait on the precipice, but I’m the weakest link. I can’t postpone this much longer.

After grabbing another cube, I circle it around her nipple, thrilling to her response as she hisses and tosses her head from side to side.

“Still okay? ”

“Yes!”

We both know she shouldn’t have spoken, but I refuse to punish her unbridled appreciation. It should be rewarded. I slide the ice over the tip of her nipple, and she moans with pleasure, her eyes seeking mine, telling me she wants more.

Making a trail from one peak to the other, I slide back and forth as I watch her head thrash, feel her legs scissor beneath me.

“Look at you, so beautiful. Handling this so well.”

She’s mewling now and is so aroused, I know she’d be begging if I allowed her to speak.

I dip my head, mouthing one hardened bud while I bathe the other in frigid water, then switch sides. Over and over I move from breast to breast, cooling her peaks with ice, then warming them with my mouth, my lips, my breath, my murmured phrases of appreciation.

“You can speak,” I tell her, wanting to check in with her, to hear her level of arousal, to ensure she’s doing okay.

“Krull. So good. I can’t…” She collapses against the cool sheets, her gaze anchored to mine. She’s so deep in her primal emotions, she didn’t need my command to stay silent. It’s amazing she can string two words together at a time. She manages to eke out, “More.”

“My good Mara will get more.”

I slip a new ice cube into my mouth and kiss a straight line down the valley between her breasts, past her navel, over her mound, and go straight to her little clit, sucking it into my cold mouth .

“Krull!”

I suck and lick and allow the water from the melting cube to drip onto her most sensitive area. Up until now, Mara has been so good, trying to stay quiet and still as I teased her without mercy. Now, her fingers have burrowed into my braids as she presses me more tightly to her.

She’s so expressive, even without words, as she hums and moans and whines her need. I find the spot that gives her the most pleasure, then tease her until she’s gasping my name. When I slide a finger inside her warm, drenched channel, she releases a hiss of pleasure and fists my braids so hard it stings.

Sliding one hand up to pluck her nipple, I flick her clit with my tongue and pump into her with two fingers as she gasps, her muscles coiling until she groans my name as she comes undone. She bucks underneath me, her thighs tightening against my shoulders as she rides through what appears to be a cataclysmic release.

“Fuck!”

I coax her through it, keeping the same pace, the same movements until her grip on my hair and shoulders loosens. Still, I don’t move from the spot as she spirals down. I just keep licking and nuzzling, softer and slower until I ease her to the end of her bliss.

When she releases her hold on me, I join her on the bed and tuck her close. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are redder than they had been, perhaps from gasping her pleasure.

“Can I talk now?” She asks, her voice dreamy, eyes still closed.

“Yes, little one. ”

“Is it bad form to say that was the best sex of my life? Should I pretend I didn’t just leave my body to traverse the wilds of space and time? Would it scare you if I told you a girl could get addicted to that?”

For a moment, I’d thought Mara and I had forged a connection that was deeper than the traumas we’ve braved together. But the more she praises my sexual prowess, the more I realize that was all this was about—her walk on the wild side. Fucking an orc.

That’s okay. The electricity can’t stay out for much longer. Then she can go brag to her friends about bagging an Other, and I can return to the Zone as if these few hours with a human didn’t make me feel things I’ve never felt before.