Chapter 25

SITA

O nce upon a time, I believed Gurrek to be the grouchiest person I’d ever met, human or orc. I didn’t believe he was even capable of smiling back then.

Now, though his hands are intense and hungry on me, his lips tilt up at the side, his pleasure evident in every way he moves, in all the expressions that flit across his face. He trails his nose down from my temple to my neck, where he pauses to breathe me in. Positioned as I am in his lap, I sense the moment he awakens under his trousers, and it instantly kindles my own need.

He has no trouble showing me just how he cares for me, how he treasures me. My grumpy orc, who showers me with presents, who tells me in no uncertain terms that he wants me, and only me, forever.

My fingers trail over the edges of this last gift, the most personal one, the metal that he shaped with his own two hands. How such a big orc could make something so small, so detailed and fine, is a wonder to me. I can’t imagine how many secret hours he put into each of these delicate objects, heating them and teasing them into the shape he wanted, carving in the minute designs before he tempered them. I cannot comprehend how he made a chain so tiny that it hangs this light and thin around my neck, but he is as skilled a craftsman as he is a lover, and so I’m also not surprised.

“Sweetling,” he says into my ear, the breath on my skin making all my hair stand on end. “I would request that you remove your dress.”

A tingle spiderwebs out from the places he’s touching me, one set of fingers rubbing over my nipple, the other stroking between my thighs. My clothes are obnoxiously in the way, so I am in complete agreement that they should go.

Tentatively, I slide out of his lap and rise in front of him. I tug down my fleece-lined leggings, then peel up the dress, all while Gurrek watches me. Both items fall to the floor, leaving me in my slip in front of the fire, which keeps my back warm. His trousers are tented, showing off just how much he desires me. It’s a heady awareness, knowing that I do this to him, that he longs for me in heart and body as much as I long for him.

Soon, he’s climbed to his feet in front of me, and once again I’m in awe of the magnificent size of him. I approach slowly, not because I’m afraid he’ll run, but because I’m afraid of how much I feel when I gaze upon him. I trace the stout, square lines of his face with my fingers, as brutish as it is, memorizing all these planes that I’ve come to love.

That hand continues to traverse him, outlining the shape of his chest, the rounded square of his sturdy belly, and the alluring dip at the hip. After a pause, I move farther, over the obvious sign of his arousal. As I stroke up and down, Gurrek’s head falls back, his breaths growing rapid and uneven.

“I love how you touch me, sweetling,” he says, running his fingers through my loose hair.

“And I would like to touch you even more.” My fingers slip underneath his embroidered tunic, the one he’s only brought out for this occasion and the harvest festival. It’s a dark brown with birch-colored stitching, and it hugs his body beautifully.

But I’d rather see him without it.

I’m much too short, so he helps me pull it up over his head, revealing that green body with the fine, black hair that covers most of him. On my way back down the terrain of his chest, I stop and curl my fingers in it, allowing myself the pleasure of appreciating every inch of him.

Then I’m unbuttoning his trousers, too, and pulling them down those tree-trunk legs, until he’s finally revealed to me. His wrinkled foreskin is already pulling back from the mushroom head, the color of it deepening as more of his blood rushes in. As I watch it, fascinated, I’m startled by a chuckle.

“Do you like it?” Gurrek asks, curling his hand around himself to lift his cock for me. Beneath it hang those heavy, surprisingly large bollocks. While my eyes are riveted, he drags his hand down to the base of his cock, pulling his foreskin back to reveal even more of that head, and squeezing a single drop of his seed from that small slit.

My body clenches instantly, very aware of how that marvelous thing might fit inside me. If it’s even a fraction as good as his finger, I think I will likely come until I faint.

“I love it,” I answer, reaching out to swipe away that droplet of nectar. I lick it off, savoring the flavor of him.

“Then touch it, the way you touch the rest of me.”

Gurrek moves his hand away, letting my palm land on his bare skin. Instead of wrapping my fingers around his length, I simply pet him up and down, reminding myself of all the veins that throb along the sides, and the raised ridge that runs underneath, from the head down to his hanging sac.

Suddenly, all this slow torture feels like just that: torture. I want to love him, to appreciate him, but my body is begging for more. I’m clenching and un-clenching between the legs, empty and so desperate for his attentions that I’m rubbing my thighs together just to get friction.

I step closer so his cock is pressed between us, and take it in my hands. Gurrek’s breath hitches as I kiss my way up his chest, reaching as high as I can—to the hollow of his throat—where he must lean down to kiss me back.

How marvelous it is to have his mouth on mine again this way. He’s gentle with it, hesitant, until I suck his lower lip and nibble it with my teeth. He responds with an exhilarated groan, his hands tensing around my waist. While I kiss him, my hands rove up and down his cock, squeezing and pulling the way he likes.

“Please,” I whisper to him between kisses, “please take me to our bedroom.”

Gurrek doesn’t speak when he picks me up, one arm curling under my butt as my legs wrap around his waist. Now his cock is stuck between us—the shaft pressed against my sex—and he practically jogs across the house.

In our bedroom, he leans me back onto the bed. I keep my knees around his hips, so he remains close to where I want him.

“I see,” he rumbles, leaning down close to kiss me again, forcing that shaft to once more slide against me. I’m already so wet down there that he glides across with the movement of his hips, and it’s utterly magical. We’re both after the same thing and I’m tired of waiting.

Gurrek chuckles. “You want my cock inside you, sweetling?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “I need it.”

I love the way his tusks rise up his cheeks as he drinks me in, his eyes roving from my face, down to my breasts, to the place our bodies are already imitating what they were made to do.

“It will be a tight fit,” he says, stroking his thumb along my cheek. “But we will go slow, and I will make sure to only bring you pleasure.”

He takes my knees and splays them apart, drawing back so he can look at me. With an admiring expression, he puts two fingers in his mouth and licks them thoroughly, then lowers them to that hungry place between my legs. He begins slow, teasing just my clit, but I’m already impatient and my body is too warm for my skin to hold it in.

“Put them inside me,” I beg, lifting myself closer to his hand. I want a tease, a taste.

With a hum of approval, Gurrek listens to my plea, sliding those broad, calloused fingertips down to where I’m weeping for him. He slides one in, and immediately, I’m soaring. This is what I’ve wanted, what I’ve needed , and it’s just the beginning.

“Now, you’re going to take two of them,” he tells me, circling my entrance with his second finger. “Take a deep breath for me and then let it out.”

I do as I’m told, inhaling deeply, and closing my eyes as I let it free.

“Very good,” he says, as he pushes that second finger in.

At first, it doesn’t quite fit, but as I breathe out and in a second time, it slips through. Now, suddenly, there are two thick fingers pulling me open, and the stretch is so, so good. It fills up my head with fluffy, warm air, and I’m so wet that it’s easy for him to slide them in deeper. My body accommodates, swallowing him.

Gurrek’s lids drift down over his eyes. “You’re already taking me so wonderfully,” he says, kissing me again. I float on his praise as those fingers curl inside me and stroke.

“Oh, Gurrek!” That’s just the pressure I needed. “Like that!”

He grips my thigh and pushes it out of the way so he can crouch down between my legs. Before I can speak, his mouth is wrapped around my clit, and it pulls a long, full moan from my lips. After only a few strokes of his tongue, I’m seeing bright splotches of white, and it feels like my entire body is vibrating. He speeds up the pump of his fingers, licking and swirling and sucking as he drags along my upper wall, right under where his mouth is attacking me. I can already feel that lower, deeper sense that he’s building me up to something wonderful, something new and all-consuming.

But I’m not where I need to be to find it yet. The climax he wrenches from me with his skilled mouth is full and sweet and delicious, and it makes me cry out his name and shake until he pulls away, but still, I know there’s far more hiding there.

Though Gurrek lifts his head to give me relief, his fingers remain buried in me, unmoving.

“You feel so good squeezing around me,” he whispers, kissing his way up my belly to my breasts. He wraps his lips around each nipple, licking them and plucking at them with his teeth. I feel myself pulse around his fingers with each nibble, responding to every last touch. “I can’t wait until you’re squeezing like that around my cock.”

I moan at just the suggestion. In answer, Gurrek’s fingers slip out of me, but then push back inside again, forcing my sex open over and over until it’s softened for him.

Once again, he crouches down between my legs, and though I moan in objection at further teasing, he ignores me. As he licks and sucks, a third finger attempts to push in. But it’s far too much, and my body objects immediately. He’s never used three before, and it feels impossible.

“Breathe for me, sweetling,” Gurrek murmurs, then resumes laving his tongue back and forth. I obey, breathing deeply, while that third finger searches for a way inside me.

And then it’s there, squeezing through. I try to relax, to keep my breathing even as that much larger shape pumps in and out of my small entrance. Soon, the discomfort morphs into something wonderful, something even more lovely than before, and once more he curls the pads of his fingers, rubbing the inside of me as he torments my sensitive nub.

When I explode again, it’s bigger, mightier, but still not what’s hiding deep down inside.

“There we are.” Once more, Gurrek leaves his hand inside me, though my channel is tight and swollen. He rises to kiss my neck, to suck the fragile skin in a way that will surely leave a mark, trailing his mouth over every sensitive spot he can reach. When my breathing has settled down again, those fingers slowly begin moving inside me.

“Please, Gurrek,” I whimper. “I need you. Please.”

He kisses my lips, then pauses with our noses barely touching. “Then you will have me.” When he withdraws his hand, my body feels empty. I whine again, desperate to be filled with him. I know that’s what I’ll be when we’re finally united—so, so full, and that’s all I want, all I need.

Gurrek kneels between my legs, his body so broad that my thighs need to stretch open wide to accommodate him between them. He strokes his cock while he gazes down at me, and for a moment, he looks almost sad.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he says, choked, “but whatever it was, thank you. I love you, Sita. I have for so long.”

I run a hand down from his chest to his belly, admiring every part of him. As powerful as a bear, but soft and vulnerable inside.

“Gurrek, you are my heart. My soul.” I swallow thickly. “My everything. I love you, too.”

He falls forward, holding himself up on one elbow while he grips his cock with the other hand. His lips seize mine as I sense the broad, rounded head slip through my folds. He’s leaking even more for me, and he spreads it all around my slit, applying pressure and then releasing it, urging me to open back up for him.

“Now, sweetling, look at me.”

I didn’t realize my eyes were riveted to where our bodies are positioned together, where Gurrek’s cock is spreading me open between the legs. I raise my gaze to his, his black pupils taking up most of his yellow eyes. “I need you to breathe for me, just like you did with my fingers.”

I nod rapidly and do as I’m told, letting out a long, heavy breath, then taking one in again, trying to calm the racing of my heart. The sloped head of his cock begins pushing in, asking me to spread open for it, when it’s so much larger than even three of his fingers.

When I gasp, he retreats, returning to that circular motion that’s spreading our wetness all around.

“Breathe,” Gurrek reminds me, kissing each of my cheeks. “And look at me while I take you.”

Again I gaze up into his eyes, taking long breaths as he applies gentle pressure. My body starts to give for him, and he groans as the tip of his head slides in.

“Ah, you’re so small,” he grunts. “But it will be so perfect when I fill you.”

“I can’t wait, Gurrek.” I moan as even more of that soft, spongy crown pushes through. Every time he makes progress, he pulls back again, repeating it as he works his way even deeper.

“You want that, don’t you, sweetling? Me completely inside you, filling you up?”

“Yes!” I try to remember to breathe, to look into Gurrek’s blown-out eyes, but it’s so difficult when the stretch and the pleasure are wrestling for dominance. “I want it. I need it. Oh, please, I?—”

His cockhead forces its way in deeper, so it’s fully inside me, and I cry out. I look down at where his green cock is already spreading me immensely wide around him. I seize at how blissful, how marvelous and utterly arousing it is, and Gurrek groans on top of me.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and it’s not to me but to himself. “You’re so tight, Sita, I...”

He breathes hard, then shakes his head, as if he’s managed to regain control of a runaway horse. He pulls out, nearly leaving me—and I whine in objection.

But then he presses back in, and I open for him immediately.

“How does that feel?” he asks in a rasping voice, pushing the head in and pulling it out again, over and over, until I think I might die.

“A-a-amazing.” I can barely control the words coming out of my mouth.

“But you’re not full of me yet, are you?” He cups my cheek in his hand while his other circles my breast. “You want to be, don’t you, though?”

“Oh yes, please, Gurrek.” I’m so desperate that my hands have become claws, digging into the dense, hard muscle of his arms. “More. More, please!”

But surely he won’t fit. There’s no way he can squeeze even more of that inside me, not when I’m already stretched to my limits. But I know that when he’s there, when I’m finally full of him, I’ll find that pinnacle hidden high up in the sky.

Gurrek leans down so his lips are right next to my ear.

“If you want more, then more you’ll have.”