Chapter 7

Norgren

S he can’t really mean that she wants me to come into the bedroom and sleep in that big bed of furs with her? Surely it’s just my alcohol-addled mind telling me some joke.

“Norgren?” her voice comes a second time. I get up without conscious thought and push open the door to the bedroom. There’s a woman-shaped lump under the furs, with her small face and thick, brown hair peeking out over the top.

I wonder if she knows what she’s asking. Can I really control myself if I’m inside those blankets with her?

“I don’t want to be alone,” she says, her voice slurring a little. The alcohol is affecting her, too. Perhaps that’s why she’s crying out for me now. “I don’t want to be the only one left.”

Her words cut deep. The only one left. I don’t want to be the last, either. I know her fear, of being forgotten, of living a life alone. But she must know that there’s more out there for her—that there are other humans in the wider world.

No, I don’t think she is able to hear that right now .

So I walk into the room, watching her all the while for any sign that she might change her mind. I remove my shirt, and her eyes travel down from my face to my chest to my belly, and then back up again, and they are quite wide at what she sees. When Tally doesn’t make a sound, I consider taking off my pants, too, but that invites too many complications.

She just needs someone to comfort her now.

I lift up the furs and my woman shivers a little, so I quickly crawl in and tuck them down neatly on either side of her. Her eyelids swoop low and she lets out a pleased hum. Drawn by my warmth, she worms her way closer to me under the furs, and her eyes fall closed as her skin finally touches mine.

Oh, it is as divine as I had expected, if not more.

“Thank you,” she says, balling her hands up in front of her as she leans against my chest. I try to keep my cock quiet again, but this time it’s far less inclined to listen with Tally’s naked body pressed up close to mine. She doesn’t even seem aware of it.

Gently I wrap one arm around her, and she sighs as I pull her in close, shuddering a little as her big breasts squash against my chest. She tilts her head back to look up at me, and I find her hand running down my cheek, and then up the length of my tusk. It moves on to my lips, where she pauses for a moment just to run her finger along them. All I want is to lick them, to suck on them.

She says something in her tongue, something I can’t quite understand. Then she leans upward, and her mouth lands on mine.

The way my body reacts is instant and beyond my control. The moment I feel her lips I’m pulling her in tight, crashing our mouths together. Like soft clay she sinks into me, and lets out a small sound of pleasure as my lips test hers out. When they give underneath me, I gobble them up.

Wait. I stop myself. We’ve both had a lot of that honey-alcohol tonight. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, kissing an ogre, asking me to sleep in her bed. She’s desperate for something, something that might not be me. I am near and I am convenient.

Gently I pull away from our kiss, and both of us are panting. Her eyes are now wide and bright, her lips pink from where I’ve assaulted them.

“Norgren?” she asks, a hint of fear in her voice. She is afraid that I’m rejecting her. I just smooth her hair down and tuck her into my chest.

“Sleep,” I tell her quietly, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. She seems to settle there, and while I stroke her back, her breaths slowly even out until I’m sure she’s asleep.

Though I managed to keep my cock quiet while I was awake, while I’m unconscious is another story. Tally’s bountiful, naked body against mine triggers all sorts of dreams, each one more intoxicating and erotic than the previous one. I wake up with my crotch pressed between her two soft cheeks, and by the sound of her even breaths, she hasn’t noticed. She’s fast asleep.

I adjust our bodies so I’m not flush with her, and take a few deep breaths to will my dick down. But when she turns around in the bed, seeking out where I’ve gone, all my self-control gives out. I embrace her so tight that her breasts squash against my chest, and bracket her small head with my tusks. Yet she still doesn’t wake up. No, she buries herself even deeper in my arms, fitting herself as fully against me as she can. I’m hard as a rock now, and I try to keep my hands chastely on her shoulders, but the silky texture of her skin, the way her pillowy body gives easily under my fingers, might just drive me mad.

I draw one hand down her side, over her arms to her waist, and then up past her rounded hip, savoring every inch of her flesh. It’s a good thing that I wore my pants last night so I can have no traitorous thoughts about sliding between her legs. Instead I draw circles with my hand, exploring her back, the swell of her ass, the curve under her arm where her bosom is squeezed to either side.

A sleepy moan comes from underneath my chin, where Tally’s face is resting in the crook of my collar. My hands freeze.

“No,” she whispers. “Don’t stop.”

It takes me a moment to process the double negative, but then I understand what she’s asking. Oh, I will readily keep touching her. I will squeeze her delightful, soft flesh. I do, bringing a handful of her belly into my hand, and she lets out another breathy moan. My hips jerk against her, my cock rubbing the fabric of my pants, and it pulls a low groan from my lips. This seems to encourage her, because soon Tally is rubbing her lower body against mine, the bulge in my pants slipping between and across her thighs. When she tilts her head up at me like she did last night, I seize her face between my big hands and kiss her. I expect her to pull away, because our last one was just the mead talking, wasn’t it? But she doesn’t, and instead returns the kiss just as eagerly. She pulls my lower lip between her teeth, licking it, and I’m lost to her. I could feast on her mouth forever. My tongue traces the seam of her lips, and they easily part for me. Oh, how she tastes. It makes me imagine what else might taste so good.

She is naked, after all. While I devour her, I slide a hand down between us, squeezing her belly again and then her thighs, searching for the crease between them. But I don’t have to look for long because she widens them for me, and I slip my fingers through the dense, curly hair there towards my prize.

My mouth waters at the sensation of her, her lower lips swollen up and hot to the touch. As I venture deeper in I find she’s slippery, and I can’t help the deep growl of desire in my throat. She gasps and twitches under my hand, so I continue my exploration, and make a note of the tiny bud that makes her back arch. I was taught about ogresses, but I’ve never felt a cunt until now. As I dip the pad of my finger inside her, meeting even more moisture, I know in my gut exactly where I’m supposed to fit. And oh, how it would feel nothing like my hand.

When she moans, I sample deeper, and find a gently ridged channel. My body aches thinking how this tiny, tight sheath would wrap around me, and I know I will never want anything else as much for as long as I live.

But I reign myself in and tease her more, removing my fingers to play with that sweet little bundle between her folds. And how Tally’s body sings to me as I touch it, twitching and bucking while she moans. With my other hand, I cup the bountiful mass of her breast, working my way inward until I’ve found the nipple at the center. When I squeeze it, her cunt tightens around my finger and I’m delighted by the reaction. Is that what she would do around my cock, too?

“Norgren,” she gasps, and the sound of my name in her breathless, thick voice almost brings me to my peak. I’m sure I’ve already gotten my pants good and wet, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck.

“Tally,” I murmur, tilting my head down so I can kiss her forehead, and then her lips. I want to keep tasting her, but other parts of her are calling. Now that I’ve felt her there, and the rich scent of her arousal has wafted up to my nose, I know what else I want. What I have to have next.

I gently roll Tally to one side, and she’s pliable under my hands as I put her on her back. I pull away the thick, hot furs, revealing her to me. For a second the cold hits her, and Tally covers her breasts—but I gently tug them down to her sides and replace them with my mouth.

She utters some words in Freysian I can’t understand, that I don’t need to understand because I can hear in them how I make her feel. It’s the most delicious sensation to bring her pleasure, and so I travel down her body, trailing my lips over the flat of her chest where her breasts rest to either side, down the swell of her belly to the base of her pelvis, admiring how strong and yet plush her body is, how it might grow even larger when swollen up with whelp, how these generous hips would cradle my offspring.

Her legs part on their own when I duck between her thighs, and her eyes are bright and wide. She doesn’t object as I lean in and inhale the smell of her. Tender, sweet, with the tang of ripeness. I marvel at how her body opens to me as I lean in close and draw my tongue across her.

She cries out and grips my hair at just the barest touch. I do it again, and again, and soon Tally is twitching under me, jerking with each pass. I stop to investigate what she likes most, licking harder whenever she rewards me with a small moan.

“Put it inside,” she tells me, managing to get the words out between breaths. She takes my hand in hers and pushes it down, and I immediately understand what she wants.

My girl, my sweet human, who knows how to tell me her mind. Whatever it is she desires, I will give it to her.