Chapter 14

GURREK

S ita’s lust is palpable, a living thing snaking around my body and making me lightheaded.

She wants me. Me . She called me her husband, and stroked my cock, and pulled me down on top of her as if we’ve done this dance before. And perhaps we have in my imagination, but never in our true bodies.

I’m overcome with the sheer, crushing need to tear off her dress, to palm her breasts, to kiss her thoroughly as I slide inside her. The fantasy of it consumes me, and before I realize I’m doing it, I’m scouring the surface of her body with my hands, mapping out the swell of her chest, the camber of her hip, the soft pillow of her belly. Again, her hips snap upward, and as I return to teasing her breasts under her dress, her back arches into my touch.

“Gurrek,” she moans, reaching around my neck to pull me closer. Our mouths meet in the middle, and this time I slide my tongue between her lips to taste all of her.

How I’ve hungered for this moment, but never believed it would come. How I’ve wished she would ask me so plainly to love her.

That growing heat in my abdomen spreads as our kiss deepens, as I touch even more of her, until I feel it in my fingers and toes and throat. My cock aches to be let out, but I must move slowly. I want to cherish this moment and draw out my wife’s pleasure until she’s trembling underneath me.

My wife.

Still, I hesitate to remove her clothes, to pull that lovely dress up over her head and reveal her to me. We have both consumed a lot of cider tonight, and I worry her actions may simply be driven by the excitement of our evening.

I pull away from the kiss, watching Sita’s face as her eyes blink open.

“Gurrek?” she asks, trying to bring me closer again.

“I want you. I want you so much.” I cup her cheek in my hand so she doesn’t think I’m withdrawing from her. “But you have had a lot to drink, and I don’t want to do something you’ll regret.”

Her face falls. “Gurrek?—”

“Shush,” I tell her, brushing the tip of her peaked nose with mine. “Sleep with me in my bed tonight. Then tomorrow, when the sun is up, we will revisit it.”

She whines and ducks her head, burying her face in the crook of my neck.

“But I am so hot ,” she says, her muscles tight and her hips seeking friction against mine. I can’t help a groan as my cock is squeezed between us.

“I know.” I feel it, too, in my bones—but I have control, and it’s my duty to keep our relationship safe at such a pivotal moment. “Do you want to take off your dress?”

It will create another temptation, but it might help cool her down, and I don’t want her sleeping in her new clothes.

Eagerly, she nods, and I peel myself away from her so we can both disrobe. She pulls her dress up over her head, revealing the fluttery slip underneath. Her nipples are tiny and hard, tenting the fabric. I take off my own shirt and then unfasten my trousers, though I leave on my drawers to keep my cock restrained. When I look up, Sita is staring at me, her mouth open to reveal her white teeth and pink tongue.

“Oh, Gurrek,” she whispers.

Sita reaches out to me with one hand, and I remain still as she runs it over my chest. She traces the lines of my muscles, utterly fascinated by me.

“You are beautiful,” she says, and my heart surges. I’m nearly overwhelmed with the need to finish this, to peel off her last layer of clothing and then truly explore her body.

No. Not now. I need her to see me in the daylight and make the same choice then.

“Thank you.” I reach for the blankets at the head of the bed and pull them down, revealing the soft furs underneath. Understanding what I ask, Sita navigates herself under them, and once she’s settled, I climb in beside her. The moment I’ve brought the blankets back over us, her eyelids droop, and she curls in tight against my side. I face her, bringing her into the nest of my arms, and she lets out a deep and satisfied sigh.

Kissing her once more on the forehead, I lay my head on the pillow. Holding Sita this way as her breaths even out, her hands curled against my chest, everything feels right for the first time in months—even years.

Perhaps I’ve been waiting my whole life.

The sun is, unfortunately, high in the sky by the time we wake. I’m up first, driven by my need to relieve myself, but Sita is still ensconced in my embrace and letting out tiny snores. So I hold off, relishing the scent of her hair and the feel of her soft, nearly naked body next to mine. I woke up erect, and that doesn’t change the longer I lie here, surrounded by her warmth and also desperate to piss.

At long last, when it seems my little human may sleep forever unless I act, I slide my arm out from underneath her neck. The muscle is dead asleep, and I wince as I try to work blood back into it. Sita grumbles, finally opening her eyes. They’re groggy and filmy, and she’ll surely be nursing a pounding headache today.

“Gurrek?” She yawns and rubs her face. Then she peers around the room like she’s just remembering where she fell asleep. “Oh.”

I push some of her stray, messy hair behind her ear and lean down to kiss her nose. “I need to take care of some things,” I tell her as I get out of bed. “But stay as long as you like.”

I rush out of the room to the outhouse, and groan as I finally let loose. My cock is, unfortunately, still pointing straight out in front of me when I’m finished, but I’m able to shove it back into my trousers before I head inside.

I find Sita sitting at the table, her head in her arms. She glances up when I approach, but does not move to lift any part of her body.

“I hurt,” she says weakly, and I hold in a laugh at her expense. Thus is the punishment for a night well spent.

“I know, sweetling.” I get us each some fresh water, and once she’s drinking, I set about to making breakfast. Something greasy will do her good, so I cook up thick bacon and eggs slathered in butter, then add some bread while I’m at it.

Sita devours it as if I’ve been starving her this whole time. When she’s finished, though, she looks even more tired than before.

“Would you like to sleep again?” I ask, taking away her plate. She reaches a hand out like she wants to help clean, but can’t even get herself out of her chair.

Her voice is tiny as she answers, “Yes, please.”

I have no animals to go out and care for, and the forge will still be there tomorrow. I figure there’s no harm in spending a day recovering, so I gingerly pick her up out of the chair and carry her back into my bedroom. Closing the curtains to keep out the sun, I climb into bed and bring her under the blankets with me. Sita slings one of her legs over my hips, bringing her warm center perilously close to my cock, and within moments, she’s fast asleep.

It doesn’t take me long to follow her.

We nap for most of the day, only waking once the sun dips low over the horizon. When I drag myself back to consciousness, I find Sita awake and, apparently, studying me.

“Do you feel better?” I ask, turning over to face her. She tucks her hands under her head and nods.

“Very better.”

I can’t help but smile, and my hand, which has been resting on her hip, slides up her side of its own accord. Her body arches into my touch, and it won’t take much of that for me to get hard again.

“Gurrek?” Sita shifts so she’s lying even closer to me, her chest and hips now flush with mine. I try not to react, but instantly, my cock jumps against this surprising contact. “Can we touch now?”

As if touching is all we’ll do, but I doubt Merka has taught her words for “sex.”

Instead of answering, I tilt up her chin and kiss her. Sita croons against me, her hands sliding up my neck to my cheek, and then, as I deepen the kiss, into my hair. Her body melts against mine, all her soft edges fitting neatly into my hard ones until we feel like one undulating mass. My hands skate down her sides, over the slip she’s still wearing, until I reach the twin swells of her backside. She curves her back to urge me downward, and so I give her what she wants—what I have desperately wanted since the day she bent over in front of me—and curl my palm around her soft flesh. Her slip has ridden up so now I’m touching her bare skin, which is so utterly and heavenly soft that I can’t hold in a groan.

Sita nibbles my lip, urging me to open my mouth for her. She hooks her knee over my hip so our lower halves are even more tightly wedged together, and my stiff cock rubs through my clothes against her belly.

I don’t know how much “touching” I can take. Now that the warm afternoon sun is drifting in the window through the gaps in the curtains, and Sita is bright and awake in my arms, a fierce craving courses through my veins, urging me to finally let out the hungry beast.

I’ve wanted her, needed her for so long that I don’t know how much control I’ll have. Now that the door has been opened, I might have to break through the whole doorway.

I yank Sita tighter against me, squeezing both soft cheeks of her bare ass as my tongue dives into her mouth. My hand ducks under her slip, drifting up her side to the curve of her breast. I don’t hesitate to take it in my palm, feeling the full weight of it, caressing every inch. They’re so luscious, so full and round in a way that’s distinctly human, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Then I make my way to her nipple and brush over it.

“Ah!” Sita cries into my mouth at just this small touch. Perhaps her previous lovers did not play with her nipples.

Well, I will show her how good it can be.

I lean back so I can truly look at her, and Sita’s eyebrows rise into her hair as I sweep from her face to her waist. I slide the slip up, and she helpfully raises her arms to help me remove it. This time, I use both hands at once to cradle her breasts, then run my fingers gently over those twin peaks. She shivers under me and her eyes fall closed, her pink-brown lips parting as I move back and forth, teasing her nipples into tight, small points. Then, while her eyes are closed, I lean down and lift one into my mouth.

“Oh!” Sita stiffens underneath me as I suck it between my lips, pulling gently as I squeeze each full globe, marveling at how they give easily to my fingers.

Sita soon relaxes into my touch, and her hands curl around the back of my head as I move to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention. She lets out another whimper as I tease it with the blunt ends of my teeth, worrying it and then soothing it with my mouth and tongue.

How badly I want to hurry, to spear her on my cock and fuck her until I splatter her with my seed, but this is my first time with my little wife, and I want her to remember it forever—just as I’ll remember it, too.

And who knows how small she’ll be? I’m certainly much bigger than a human man, and I don’t think it’s vain to say that could very well apply everywhere. Will I even fit inside her?

I bite my lip as even more blood rushes to my groin. I will be sure it fits. I will do whatever I have to do, because I need her more than water or sunshine or air.

I crush Sita tighter against me as I suckle her, tormenting both nipples until she’s gasping and writhing. While I work, I trail my fingers down her belly, over the soft swell she’s grown while eating good food, and reach the apex of her thighs. Her legs don’t spread for me, as I had hoped, so instead I tease her hair, tangling my fingers in her curls there and rubbing the soft peak of her pelvis.

“Gurrek,” she whimpers. “Good, very good.”

I release her nipple. “Open up for me.” I nudge the crease between her legs, and she parts them, but only a few inches. It’s enough for my hand to squeeze through, and I’m taken aback at just how warm and moist she is, her desire coating her thighs. Why is she reluctant to let me in?

“Sita,” I murmur, releasing her with my mouth so I can peer up into her face. “Lie on your back.”

There’s a curious, though somewhat hesitant, look in her eyes as she obeys, rolling over so she’s lying belly-up in front of me. Seeing her on my bed, her dark hair spread around her, is all of my dreams made real. I crouch over her, pressing one knee between her thighs. Now, at last, I can see her whole, sweet body, from the patch of hair between her legs to the pinkish-red lips of her cunt. That curly hair continues downward, shrouding her treasure from prying eyes.

She watches my hand as it slips down over the hair, to that wet place that’s calling to me. Her eyes are wide as I dip down lower, running the tip of my finger around those exterior petals. Sita gasps, and her thighs would close again if my hand weren’t there.

Perhaps she’s shy, and I need to convince her to trust me.

I come to a rest beside her on the bed, stroking her hair as my hand explores, circling that wet divot and then venturing upward as I search for her pleasure. I wonder if she has a clitoris, too, as orc women do.

Her lower lips form a hood, and when I find it, I seek underneath it, discovering a very small bead that makes her jerk when I touch it. Sita’s eyes are even bigger now, her mouth open as she keeps her gaze fastened on my hand.

This is helpful. I should have a good idea of how to please her, then. I brush over that nub again, with more pressure this time, and Sita moans. I tease her over and over, swirling my finger around and gauging what makes her buck and gasp. There’s an additional pressure point, a sensitive area just underneath her clit, where when I touch it, her whole body arches and a cry falls from her lips.

“Gurrek!”

Just hearing her say my name in passion has me ready to break, but I keep myself under control as I wind her up further. But I want to see what I’m working with, how small she is, so I know how what I’ll have to do for her to be ready for me.

I slide my index finger downward, seeking out the wetness gathering between those soft folds. There, I find Sita’s tiny slit weeping with her need. It fills me with gratitude and satisfaction that I can make her so wet for me. That will help me fit inside her.

I squeeze just the pad of my finger between her lips... to find the tiniest hole at the center of a thin membrane.

Sita squeaks and crushes her thighs closed around my hand. Her face is flushed red when I test it further, and it’s clearly tender, because she whimpers under me.

I withdraw it, certain now of what I’ve found.

My sweet, young, human wife... is a virgin.