Chapter 18

GURREK

H ow someone with nothing in the way of experience was able to bring me to my finish that way, I have no idea. But it was marvelous, the feel of her soft hand on me, and I think I’ll easily grow addicted to it.

That night, as we curl up in bed together, I can’t help touching all of Sita’s small body, playing with her nipples until she moans, then working my way down between her legs to circle her clit. Thinking of the gift she gave me earlier, I lick her even more ferociously than before until she’s crying out and dripping down onto the blankets.

Teasingly, I scoop some of it up with my fingers, then crouch over her as I bring it to my lips. Her mouth drops open as I taste her, and I grin at her expression.

“You taste good, too,” I tell her, and she giggles with a sweet blush on her face.

That night, we both sleep soundly, curled around each other.

For the next few days, our exploration remains tentative, pleasuring each other with fingers and mouths. I don’t push her to do more than simply stroke me with her hand, but Sita—ever curious and investigative—has progressed to pulling my pants down around my ankles so she can see me. Usually we’re at home, but sometimes it’s in the forge when we take a break from work. There, she likes to untie my apron, appreciating my bare chest along with my cock. She gasps when it fully emerges, curving towards her. It’s obviously strange and new, but she’s also fascinated by it, pulling my foreskin back to reveal my head and touching it gently. I explain that part is the most sensitive, and so she’s careful with it, ever aware of my pleasure and comfort.

I also find Sita adorably lustful, because she likes to touch me whenever she gets the chance. It’s somewhat torturous, as she doesn’t always bring me to completion, but I let her get to know my cock at her own pace.

One afternoon, after I’ve picked her up from Merka’s house and we’ve walked to the forge together in the gently falling snow, Sita wraps her arms around me from behind. As they often do now, her hands drift downward, over my groin, and she rubs my limp cock through my apron and trousers until it’s growing stiff.

“Don’t start things you don’t mean to finish,” I tell her playfully, setting my hammer down on the anvil. But Sita has a strangely determined look on her face as she releases me.

“Then let me finish it?”

I glance around us, where there’s lots of work to be done—but how I want my wife’s small hands wrapped around me again, so I nod in agreement and take off my apron.

To my surprise, though, instead of reaching into my drawers as she usually does, Sita kneels in front of me. She undoes the button and pulls my trousers down, revealing my cock, which is hungry and already seeping at the tip for her. She massages it gently, using my foreskin to stroke me until I’m fully hard.

And then, she leans forward and wraps her mouth around the head.

I gasp, as unexpected as this is, and my hips jerk. Since when has she learned of this?

Sita pulls away immediately. “Do you not like it?”

I almost don’t know what to say. Sita on her knees, her big brown eyes looking up at me, her lips round and waiting to suck on me? I’ve never felt such need.

I shake my head. “I do like it. I’m just... surprised.”

Her worried frown transforms into a smile. “Merka told me you might enjoy it.”

Ah, so that’s where it came from. That meddling old woman.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” I ask. “With your mouth?”

Sita looks insulted. “Of course I do.” She strokes my cock a few more times. “I like how you taste, Gurrek. And I want to please you like you always do for me.”

My bollocks tighten, my cock throbbing with just the promise.

“All right,” I say, voice hoarse.

Sita lifts my cock once again to her lips, pulls back the foreskin, and sinks it into her mouth.

Fuck. There is no feeling in the world like her wet tongue circling the head, testing and teasing it, and I might come on the spot. Then she brings me in deeper, her hand still wrapped around the base. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks, and I wish I had something to hold on to because I might just fall over at the cataclysm of bliss that shoots up from where her mouth is taking me, all the way into my neck. Sita grips me tight as she withdraws again, tickling the tip with her tongue before taking me back in. This time, she goes deeper, until I feel my cockhead touching the back of her throat.

How much did Merka teach her?

My little wife continues sliding me in and out, rapidly driving me toward the edge. I’m going to explode, and I don’t know if she’ll be able to handle that as far into her throat as she’s taking me.

“Sita,” I moan, pushing her back abruptly. She gasps as her lips pop off my cock, and then I shatter, my seed lancing out in a wide arc. It lands on her mouth, her nose, her chin, and then even more shoots across her neck and chest. Sita’s eyes are big, but her mouth is curved up in a smile even as she’s painted with my spend.

I rock forward, my legs close to giving out underneath me, and I grip the edge of the worktable so I don’t fall over on top of her. My head is spinning from the sheer force of my climax. I’ve never come so quickly and forcefully before.

“Good?” Sita asks, getting back up to her feet. She grabs a cloth towel and wipes her face, then her neck and exposed collarbone, cleaning me off her.

I don’t even have words to express just how good it was, so instead, I yank her into the circle of my arms and kiss her. She still tastes like me, which is mindlessly erotic, and I might just get hard again thinking about how she took me in her mouth like a far more experienced woman. Her curiosity about sex, and her devotion to delighting me, swells my affection for her even greater.

“Sita.” I hold her tight, peppering her head with kisses. “That was remarkable.”

“Remarkable?” She tests the word, unfamiliar with it, and I laugh.

“It means good. Very good. Incredibly good.”

Her face is bright and sunny at my praise, and I can’t help but think how marvelous and perfect she is for me.

The following day is our typical rest day, but we awaken to a world coated in glimmering white. The snow fell overnight and has since stopped, leaving a powdery fluff in its wake. Sita crows when she sees it out the window.

“Look! Look!” She scrambles to the door, putting on her boots before stepping outside in nothing but her slip. I try to grab her and convince her to put on something warm first, but she’s already gone. “It’s beautiful, Gurrek!”

Her wonder at the world never ceases to amaze me. I slip on my own boots and follow her into the snow. She bends down to scoop some up into her hands, and her nearly naked rear is so appealing that I have to squash down an erection.

Then, quite suddenly, a glob of snow hits me in the face. I let out a squawk, caught completely off guard. When I wipe the snow away from my eyes, Sita’s got a wicked grin on her face as she forms another ball in her hands.

“Watch out!” she calls, and this time I manage to duck just in time. She lets out a wild giggle as I bend down and gather up some snow, packing it into a ball to throw back at her. When it strikes her in the chest, she gasps in shock at the cold snow against her skin. Incensed, she grabs another one and hurls it back at me.

Soon we’re both ducking and dodging, scooping up snow and tossing it at one another, Sita shrieking whenever she’s hit. Just as she prepares an especially large ball of snow, I dive for her, wrapping one arm around her to pull her in close. She smashes the ball into my chest, sending it cascading down the inside of my shirt. I let out a rather undignified sound as the freezing cold snow slips down my chest, but I don’t let her go, choosing to kiss her instead. Sita giggles against my mouth, kissing me back just as fervently, her arms looping around my neck to pull me in closer.

“Put some clothes on!” a voice calls out, and I jerk away to find Merka stomping down the path in her coat and boots. Sita squeaks and covers her peaked nipples, which are clearly visible through her slip, and I wrap her up tight in my arms. I know she’s modest where orcs aren’t.

“Good morning,” I call back. Merka snorts, continuing past us.

“Better make sure you have plenty of firewood,” she says. “Egan says he’s sensing it’ll get cold tonight.”

Egan’s usually right about these things, so I make a mental note to keep the fire lit before we go to bed.

With a chuckle, Merka vanishes into the woods.

“Shall we go back inside?” I ask Sita, who’s still red with embarrassment. “Then we can go on a walk.”

“That’s probably wise.” She grins up at me. “I got you good, though.”

I nod in agreement, my chest still soaking wet. “That you did.”

After we’ve had a hefty breakfast, we bundle up in our cloaks and head out into the snow. Sita’s hands are bare, so she keeps them tucked away under the hem of her thick cloak, and I know right away what my first gift to her for solstice will be.

I smile to myself. She doesn’t know it yet, but I have a plan for her. The deeper we get into our relationship, the more I want to show her what she means to me.

We trek through the snowfall among the barren trees, chatting about our plans for the winter. She’s almost done with her blanket, and she can’t wait to bring it home and show it to me. I keep my own goals a secret, though. She doesn’t know the orcish custom of gift-giving yet, and I can’t wait to surprise her.

When a pure-white fox darts past us, through the trees, Sita points at it. “A fox! Look!” It yips as it vanishes into the trees, and she claps her hands together. “It’s so pretty, Gurrek. I wonder if it has babies around?”

The image of a nest full of fox kits stirs something in my chest. I’ve carefully avoided thinking about sliding my cock inside my little wife, because I want to take it slow and avoid pressuring her. But now, I picture my seed shooting deep into her womb, finding a home there and sowing a youngling. It stiffens my cock instantly.

I wonder if, someday, she would want that. I couldn’t have dreamed before, but now...

“Sita.” I take her hand in mine, ensconcing it. Her skin is cold, too cold, and we ought to turn around soon. “You know how you said some time ago that I am your family?”

She tilts her head up to look at me curiously. “Yes?”

“Would... you want to grow that family?”

Her brows knit together in confusion. “How?”

“You know, with, erm, younglings. Little ones.”

She blinks, her mouth falling open. “You want that?” she asks in a whisper.

My heart starts beating hard and fast. “If you do, sweetling.”

Her hand clasps mine even tighter. “I never thought about it.” Her eyes drop to the snow. “You haven’t, you know, been with me, and so... I didn’t think you were interested in such things.”

Damn, that’s not good. The last thing I need is for Sita to think I’m not craving her in that way.

“I hope you don’t think my hesitance is because I don’t want it.” I pause my walking, and she slows down to match. I turn to her and cup her cheek in my hand, lowering my head toward hers. “The time needs to be right, and I want you to be ready.”

She pouts. “I am ready.”

I wonder briefly if I’ve made the right choice by waiting so long. But she is eager and young, much younger than I am, and I want her to be certain that a life with me is the life she wishes for herself from now on.

That is, ultimately, what lurks in the back of my mind. I want her to love me, in her heart of hearts—not out of necessity, because she was forced into it, but with her full truth.

“Well, then, tonight we can go a little farther, if you’d like.” I don’t want to hurt her, but soon, it will be inevitable.

Her face lights up, and she nods fervently. “Yes. I would like that, Gurrek.”

I kiss the tip of her ruddy nose and find it cold under my lips.

“Let’s go home, then.”