Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

PIPER

K issing Ga'Rek is my new favorite thing.

He keeps pulling away, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of worshipful. The thick length of his tusks are strange as they press against my mouth, but his kisses are so sweet that it doesn't matter at all.

I kick the door closed, and he reaches behind himself to lock it.

Once it clicks into place, I simply decide to lose my mind completely.

I jump, and he laughs, catching me under the ass as I wrap my legs around his thick waist, my skirt riding up around my hips. He's so strong—there's literally not one bone in my body that's worried about being too much for him in any way.

I slide myself up slightly, and we both groan as his cock rubs against my groin.

He breaks off the kiss and looks into my eyes. "Kal'aki ne, what you do to me." He shakes his head.

"Is that a bad thing?" I'm already breathless and, I'm willing to bet, wet for him, too.

"No. Never." His gaze darts between my eyes, like he doesn't know where to look, and I understand the feeling. I want to see all of him, touch all of him, all at once.

"Bedroom?" I ask.

"I won't be able to control myself if we do that. Maybe we should… take things slowly."

"Oh." It's sweet. Of course it is, sweet and so thoughtful, even though my body wants to do freaking anything but take it slow. "If that's what you want?" It comes out like a question.

"What I want, kal'aki ne, is to spread you out before me on the bed and taste your sweetness until you unravel from my tongue and tusks on your cunt."

All the breath whooshes out from me, and I stare up at him, practically salivating at the thought. "I like that option better. Can we do that option?"

He huffs a laugh, one hand coming up to cup my chin. "Oh, yes. We can do that. But there will be no coming back from it."

I blink, completely at a loss for what he means. "No coming back?"

"Mmhmm," he says seriously, nodding. "You'll be obsessed with me the moment I make you come."

I snort a laugh and cock an eyebrow. "Oh, is that right?"

"Yes, you will see. You will be addicted to my mouth, and then my orc cock."

I shake my head, still laughing. "Big words."

"It's a big cock."

"Well, then you better get to it," I tell him archly.

"Where is your bedroom, kal'aki ne? Or do you want me to feast on you right here, in your living room? Or should I put you in the window, spread you out on display, and let the whole street watch while I make you come?"

My eyes go wide at that, because that should absolutely not sound so alluring.

"You like that idea, don't you, kal'aki ne? I can scent it on you, your desire. You are full of surprises. But no," he shakes his head, his tongue darting out, licking his tusk. I want to chase it, do the same. I want to lick him all over. "I think tonight we will take it slow, keep this just between us, yes? We can play like that another time."

In one smooth, surprising motion, he lowers me onto the soft fur rug in front of my stone hearth. It's nearly dark up here, the coals still burning from this morning not nearly enough to cast more than a dim glow.

"Since you will not tell me where you want me to put you, I will put you right here."

I shiver, goosebumps scattering along the length of my skin.

"If you want me to stop, Piper, all you have to do is tell me, yes?"

"Yes," I whimper. "I've never wanted something as badly in my whole life. Please don't stop."

His laugh is as rough as his grip is gentle on my legs.

My back slides against the soft fur, my eyes wide as he kisses up my calf, his tusks scraping over the sensitive underside of my knee.

"You taste amazing already," he murmurs, eyes flashing in the low light. "Sweet as can be."

My boots come unlaced quickly under his deft fingers, and he takes them off, putting them on the hearth side by side before tugging off the thick socks underneath.

His fingers stroke up and down my calf, his gaze never leaving mine as he kisses along my legs. By the time he works his way up to my inner thigh, I'm panting, weak with desire.

The juxtaposition of his tender lips with the hardness of his tusks is like nothing I've ever experienced, and I find myself nearly keening as he rucks my skirt all the way up, exposing my underwear.

Ga'Rek's hands bracket my hips, pinning me to the lush rug.

His eyes are dilated completed, black swallowing the deep chocolate brown of his irises. He's watching me, completely still, and I can't stand the suspense.

I can't stand the suspense, yet I want more. Ga'Rek's drawing it out, teasing me, and it's so beyond wonderful that I don't want it to end.

He lowers his face to the apex of my thighs, and I moan as his hot breath warms the fabric of my underwear.

"So fucking sweet, kal'aki ne. I've wanted to taste you for days now. Wanted to know if you were as fucking incredible on my tongue as you smell." The words vibrate against my needy core.

I gasp, reaching for his hair, as he exhales hot air against me. He slides a hand down from my hip to between my legs, attempting to pull my underwear to the side… until he swears in frustration and simply rips in half.

"I'll buy you new ones," he says, and I laugh at the apologetic tone. "Or, you can just stop wearing them, so I can have my way with you any time I want."

I tilt my head back, laughing hard—until his mouth meets my flesh and my laughter abruptly cuts off with a moan.

My fingers tangle in the smooth slide of his thick black hair, my nails scraping against his scalp. His tongue teases for a long moment, only a hint of pressure, and his hum of appreciation makes me go tight all over.

I'm not wholly prepared for the feeling of his thick tusks parting me, making me completely accessible to the onslaught of his tongue.

I cry out, a wordless appeal for more, my body on fire, as he presses them against me, holding my pussy open. His tongue begins to lick in earnest, patient strokes that leave me shaking and needy for more.

He grunts in approval, and I brace myself against him. My chest heaves as he licks a slow circle around the bud of my pleasure.

"Ga'Rek, please, right there." My toes curl into the rug and he redoubles his efforts, licking and sucking at it until I'm practically crying with how close I am to the peak of pleasure. His hand moves up, teasing my folds, until he thrusts one finger inside me.

"So fucking tight. Tight and perfect and so, so sweet. This will be it for me," he groans, and I writhe underneath his ministrations, loving the praise, loving the way he makes me feel.

He adds another finger, and then, when he sucks my clit, he curls the pad of one into my body, finding a spot I didn't even know existed as I cry out. Pleasure explodes from deep at the base of my spine, my entire body floating on a cloud of it.

Gently, he keeps licking, teasing, until I come down, slowly, so slowly, that burst of orgasm so strong that I have to remind myself to breathe.

I open my eyes, trying to catch my breath, and his fingers are working at the buttons on my skirt, carefully undoing each and letting it fall away from my body. He lifts my hips gently, pulling it off and folding it neatly beside my boots.

I sit up, moisture dripping from my thighs, so ready for him, and pull my blouse off, practically tearing the rest of my undergarments off in my hurry.

"I want more," I tell him, tackling him to the floor.

He huffs a laugh, his mouth wet from the pleasure he pulled out of me, and I settle my naked hips over his. He's huge. It should be daunting, should be slightly frightening, the girth and hard length of him, but I don't care.

I'm ready, and I want him to feel as good as he made me feel.

"You are beautiful," he tells me, his hands going to my breasts. They're small, and I've never been overly fond of them, but the way he touches them, weighs them, his calloused fingers rasping over my sensitive nipples—it makes me believe it when he tells me I'm perfect.

"I need you," I tell him, desperate again. "I want to return the favor," I add. "I want to make you feel good."

"Orc cum is not like what you are used to," he tells me, all hints of amusement vanishing from his face. "Do not start something if you are not certain about me."

"Start something?" I roll my eyes, and he grins up at me, pinching one nipple until I moan again. My hips grind against his cock, still trapped in his pants. "It's already started. We started this together, and now I want to finish you."

"Kal'aki ne, the only way I'm finishing is inside you." His voice is a low growl that sends fresh goosebumps shivering over my skin.

My eyes have adjusted to the dim light, and I could drink in the way he's looking at me forever.

"Show me," I say on an exhalation. I fumble at the bottom of his shirt, and he starts to rip at it.

"Stop." I laugh. "You only have one shirt, and mine won't fit. If you come to work in only an apron tomorrow, the customers might like it, but I would be extremely jealous."

"Maybe I want to see you all jealous," he murmurs, his touch tender on my cheek. "Maybe I want you to want me in front of them, to show everyone you're mine."

I lean down, unable to resist his touch and his words, sealing our lips with a kiss.

A kiss that grows more fervent. I taste my own pleasure on his tongue, and he seeks mine out, chasing it with his. A growl grows in his throat and I finally lean back, hot and bothered.

I tug his shirt up more, and we carefully, finally, get the soft fabric all the way off.

"See? No fabric harmed in the process," I tell him smugly.

"You liked it when I ripped yours off. It made you come even harder for me," he says.

I pretend like I ignore him, but I love it—I love the way he's talking to me.

I run my palms down the muscled swells of his chest, then down the thick ridges of his abs. "You are a work of art," I tell him.

He raises one eyebrow at me, then raises both arms, flexing.

My laugh bubbles out before I can stop it, and all I can think is that I've never laughed this much during sex, not with anyone, not ever.

"I don't think anyone's ever gotten me to orgasm first," I say out loud.

Embarrassed, I stare down at him, wide-eyed.

"Good," he says, that feral, predatory look in his eyes once again. "Then getting you addicted to my mouth and my cum will be no problem at all."

I inhale, pushing down another laugh, because what the hell is he on about? "Addicted to your cum?" I snort, unable to hold it back any longer. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I doubt that. I highly doubt that."

His eyes glitter. "That's because you've never had orc cum. I am not making light of this, kal'aki ne. One taste of my cum, and you'll be wrapped around my finger as much as I am yours."

I pause, turned out but also now, slightly trepidatious. "You mean… those old rumors—I thought that was just old wives' tales." Gossip and hearsay, fairytales for horny witches.

That's what I always thought, though I refrain from putting that to words.

"It excites you," he growls, thrusting his still-clad hips up, making us both take a shuddering breath. "I can smell how much you like the idea of it."

"I do," I admit, surprising myself.

"I want you too, kal'aki ne. Don't forget that once you've had a taste."

My fingers tremble as I continue lightly tracing them down his stomach, which ripples under my touch. It takes me a moment to unbutton his pants, which are worn thin and in need of replacing.

He shudders as I tug them down, his fingers still playing at my nipples.

His legs are just as beautifully muscled as the rest of him, and I slide my hands over his thighs in appreciation of the thick green expanse.

But it's his cock that I'm staring at.

"You can take it, kal'aki ne." His voice is so deep now that I hardly recognize it. "I will always get you ready for it, always make sure you're ready for me to stretch you from the inside. But my cum, orc cum, it has properties. One taste, and you'll want more. Drink too much, and you'll never want anything else."

I moan as he squeezes my breast, my core tightening on nothing in pure excitement.

"But the main reason for the cum, kal'aki ne, is because it will ready you for me. It will make you ripe and perfect. You will want no male but me again."

I don't even bother thinking too hard about that promise.

The lighter green head of his cock bobs as I drop down on all fours. It's leaking already, copious amounts slicking the top of it with thick, pearly white strands.

He pulls my hair to the side, watching my face avidly as I lick my lips.

My tongue darts out again, lapping at the substance, my gaze trained on him.

Until the first taste hits me.

I moan, in shock and in wonder, at the delicious flavor.

It's thick, almost as much as a pastry filling, the perfect silken texture coating my mouth and tongue. Sweet, with just a hint of musk, and an almost citrus tang to it.

It's not a myth after all.

I scoot closer, pushing his legs apart, and I dip my head down again, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can manage.

Goddess, he wasn't lying or exaggerating.

It's the best thing I've ever tasted, and it leaves me hungry for not just more of it, but for his cock deep, deep inside me, filling me up.

I'm wetter than I've ever been in my life, my own fluids dripping down my thighs. He's so large there's no chance of his entire length fitting into my mouth, so I wrap one hand around the base of it, my fingers not even close to touching.

This particular act, oral sex, never appealed to me before this very moment, and when Ga'Rek looses another wild growl of a noise, I realize it's because of him.

The taste of him, yes, but him.

He makes me feel safe.

I take him deeper, nearly gagging myself as I suck. His cum is incredibly delicious, and I can't get enough. My breasts tingle, my nipples stiff as they've ever been, and I reach between my legs, needing to touch myself, needing to ride out this feeling.

"That's enough, kal'aki ne," he says hoarsely. "Too much too soon and you won't be able to function tomorrow."

I don't care about tomorrow.

I only care about making him come, his thick member pulsing in my mouth, making me feel powerful and so fucking close to coming again myself, my fingers making frenzied circles on my dripping clit as I work him.

"Piper," he says, and I don't stop.

"Fuck, kal'aki ne," he says. "I'm not going to cum anywhere else but your pretty pink cunt."

I still don't stop, because why would I? I'm already floating away in a blissful haze, close to coming again, loving the way he feels in my mouth, in my hands.

"My sweetheart, kal'aki ne, sweetling," he says, panting, and then he's pulling me off of him.

I let out a low whine of dismay, and then I'm on my back again.

He takes my calf and puts it over his shoulder, and before I can register my displeasure at having his cock anywhere but inside me—he slams into me.

"Oh, Ga'Rek." It's somewhere between a shout and a moan, and he nips at my breast, then my neck, as I adjust to the glorious sensation of him inside of me.

I begin to shake, his cock pulsing.

"This is right and good," he tells me. "Isn't it, kal'aki ne?"

"What does that mean?" I manage, finally some rational thought returning.

He pulls out slightly, my body fighting to hold onto him, my fingernails scrabbling at his powerful, thick ass as he plunges back in.

Ga'Rek leans close, his tusks brushing against my ear. "My sweet. My heart. Sweetling."

I arch my back, his hot seed beginning to fill me, the ache of the incredible pressure of his cock stretching me easing up. As the tension recedes, pleasure fills the place it's left, and I moan, grinding my hips against him.

"Fuck, Piper, you are… fuck," he moans, then grabs my other leg, holding both of my ankles with one hand.

He takes his time, and his snarl of pleasure, lip curled away from his tusks, makes me wild with delight.

I can hardly move, the assault from his cock and his hand keeping my legs and hips from seeking him out. Ga'Rek's in total control of my body, and as his other hand reaches between us, rubbing my clit, I don't think I'd want it any other way.

"Come for me. Milk my cock. Get all the cum you need," he growls.

I'm senseless, floating, words I don't understand but that somehow make perfect sense coming out of my mouth as he gently rubs my clit, his huge cock stretching me, filling me.

When I come, pleasure making me shake all over, he follows quickly.

He comes, and comes, and comes, so much fluid it's hard to believe.

"There," he finally grunts, thrusting again. "Now you will come again, and milk even more from me."

I stare up at him, my mouth wide open, and then it hits me all at once—another massive climax, thanks to the properties of orc cum he said I'd be addicted to.

As I come down, slowly, exhausted, tired, wrought out, I have only one thought.

He was definitely, absolutely right.

There's no way I'm going back to another male after this.