Chapter 23

Mia

W e’ve already started decorating, even as the roof is being repaired to properly keep out the rain. Cragnorr has built a massive bed for the two of us, and that’s what I’m most looking forward to using. He’s found work down on the dock, loading and unloading ships, and he’s so good at it—and can move so much cargo—that they pay him time-and-a-half.

After weeks of making our home livable in between shifts, we start up the fire pit, and we choke ourselves on smoke until we remember to open the flue. The sounds of the city are far off, just a faint murmur in the distance. We have already settled in well here, in this unusual place with its frigid winds, seagull cries, and salty sea air.

After we’ve cooked on our new stove and eaten our fill, Cragnorr picks me up and carries me off to our bedroom without a word, as is his style .

Together we lie on our new bed, reveling in it. Cragnorr scoots down so he can press his face to my belly, where he kisses it all over. He already started building the cradle in the other room.

He travels up my body with his lips, over the fabric of my tunic, until he reaches my mouth. There, he pauses, and draws some hair back from my face.

“My Mia,” he says quietly, bracketing my cheeks with his big tusks. He palms my whole hand, cocooning it there. He’s thick and hard against my thigh, but tonight he seems like he wants to take his time.

And I’ll let him, because we have all the time in the world.

Cragnorr

I will worship my woman until I’m old and wrinkled. Perhaps I knew from the moment she found me in that tree that we were meant to be. Mia is my shining star, my light in the darkness, the gold among the silver and bronze. She is the heart of my world.

Whenever I think of my whelp growing inside her, I grow hungry—ravenous. The taste of her cunt has changed in a delightful way, and she is even more needy now, asking for my cock every night and sometimes in the morning, too.

I will happily give it to her forever.

She mewls as I slowly take her mouth in mine, savoring the softness of her lips, the luscious caress of her tongue. Just kissing her this way is the balm I need. When we’re together, everything else disappears except her warm body next to mine.

I plan to make good use of our new bed, though, so I trail my lips down her jaw, over her ear, where I breathe gently against it. She shivers all over, wiggling her way even closer to me, her hips pressing against mine .

She wants me, and that feeling is still the most intoxicating of all.

Her breasts are growing bigger and heavier as her belly swells, but they’re also more sensitive now, so once I’ve taken off her tunic and thin undershirt, I wrap my lips around the nipples gently and suck as if I were a whelp myself. She moans and arches her back, so I give her more, and more, until I can’t restrain myself any longer.

I scoot down the bed and roughly seize her legs in my hands. Once her pants are gone and she’s panting underneath me in anticipation, I sling her legs over my shoulders and dive into her sweet cunt.

Oh, the taste of her is like nothing else. She moans sweetly as I lap her up, taunting her sensitive pearl until her small slit is shiny and her lower lips are swollen up. I wonder sometimes how my whelp will possibly fit through this, but she can take my cock, so her body must know how.

“Please,” Mia begs, arching into my mouth after I’ve nursed her to her first climax. “Please, Cragnorr.”

I can’t deny her anything. I take off my trousers and her eyes get wide when I’m naked in front of her, the way they always do. Before I can kneel on the bed, she has me in her hands, those slim fingers wrapped around my cock, and that soft, wet tongue tantalizing the head. She licks up my dribble of seed, letting out hums of pleasure as she works it deeper into her mouth. My Mia loves to take me this way, grabbing my balls in one hand and stroking the root of me with the other. If I’m not careful, I’ll go off in her mouth.

Though that doesn’t usually stop my cock from waking up again when it’s time to slide inside her. It always wants to fill her up with my seed, as if it doesn’t know she’s already full of me.

“Mia,” I say quietly, earning a surprised look. I lift her chin, and my cock pulls free of her wet mouth with a pop! Gently I press her down to the bed, and she gets a mischievous look in her eyes as she obediently spreads her legs .

“Fuck me,” she whispers as she touches herself in front of me. I love how even as she grows my whelp, sometimes she wants it rough, like the first time I took her. It stirs a heat low in my belly, and my vision narrows down to nothing but her. Red tinges the edges of the world, and that heat spreads across my body, driving me towards her.

I drag her to the edge of the bed so her slick cunt is at the perfect height for me, then position my cock between her soft folds.

“Please,” she begs. She wants me. She needs me. It turns my blood hot, and with a roar, I thrust in.

Mia moans as I fill her completely in one motion. I find my place, deep inside her, right where I was always meant to be. Her sweet channel can’t take all of me yet, but the longer I fuck her, the more it will open for me and welcome me, so I’d better get going.

I grip her thighs in my big hands, squeezing her soft flesh as I sink myself into her, watching as her tiny cunt swallows as much of me as it can. Rarely can she ever take more than two-thirds of me. It’ll be hard to keep myself in check this time, watching her heavy breasts bouncing even more than before, her rounded belly rocking with every one of my strokes, here in our bed. Our bed, in our house, where we’ll raise our whelp.

As Mia cries out beneath me, more and more of my cock vanishes into her, her sweet lips spread impossibly wide for me. She is beautiful, my mate. The most perfect being to ever live. I will make her mine, again and again, for the rest of time.

Mia

The way my ogre fucks me, it’s like he is possessed. His eyes are narrowed, his pupils huge and black, his teeth gritted as if I am the sole focus of his attention. I feel like I’m at the center of his world, and he’s the center of mine.

He rubs a hand down my belly as he thrusts inside me, those powerful hips slamming into me over and over. A growl falls from his lips as he cups it, smoothing over the swell that will eventually become our child. It’s driven him a little wild, and I don’t mind it in the least. Sometimes this madness comes over him, like it did when he killed the liger to protect me and then he took me roughly in the darkness. This is the hidden version of Cragnorr, the monster that’s usually locked up inside him. It pleases me that I draw it out of him, that I can turn him into this animal who wants nothing more than to take ownership of me.

“Who do I belong to?” I ask as he plunders me, staking his claim. A visceral heat spreads across me with every stroke.

Cragnorr answers with a snarl. “Me. You are mine .”

He wraps his arms around my ass and hauls me up into his arms, guiding my hips up and down. I cling to his neck as he ravages me, pushing me against the slanted wall of our house to fuck me even harder. Heavy grunts punctuate my cries, and the stroke of his cockhead over my inner walls is sending sparks of pleasure swirling up my spine. My head falls back on the wall as my muscles tighten all over, and Cragnorr groans, his tusks tangling in my hair.

Nothing could compare to being with my ogre. His soul is as gentle and soft as his rage is wild. He is my tender, fierce animal, who cups my heart in his hand and treasures it.

The slap of our bodies meeting, the wet sound of him slicking in and out of me, is sending me spiraling higher and higher until my head is up in the clouds and I’m screaming out Cragnorr’s name. I feel as if I could fly with him.

I am a wire strung as taut as possible, squeezing every part of my ogre. He moans as he stuffs that massive cock inside me over and over, and soon I can feel him swelling up, stretching my edges even wider.

My peak steals my voice. I convulse, and feel as if I might simply come disconnected from reality. Cragnorr buries himself deep, and his teeth clench the flesh of my shoulder as he explodes.

He stumbles back to the bed with me still speared on his cock, clutching me in his lap, while I shiver from the force of my finish. Cradling me tight, he kisses the top of my head.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “My Mia.”

I get thick and round over the next few months. As we head into winter, Cragnorr and I spend more time in our bed. We learn all the complexities of each other’s bodies. After a tip from my new friend, I find myself entertained by wrapping my lips around his cock and burying a few fingers in his tight ass. He does the same for me when we discover how good it feels, and it is marvelous, all the places he fits inside me.

Spring is coming again when I reach the point where I can no longer stay on my feet. I’m much too big, and the local healer visits every day to check on me. I’m given small doses of a green substance to keep the pain at bay, and I lie there for weeks, bored out of my skull. Cragnorr brings me books to read, but often simply lies down with me and holds me in the quiet.

“I can’t wait to get rid of this baby,” I tell him one evening, and as if on cue, she arrives.

Cragnorr

I don’t think I have ever felt worse than I do watching my mate in pain. It’s far worse than the lashes, and I clutch her hand tight in mine as she cries and sobs her fury. It goes on all night, and soon she’s running out of energy. I wipe her sweat away, and the healer assures us it will all be fine as long as she can push.

But as Mia’s energy fades, I cling tighter to her. I wonder if I should never have learned about the cocks-in-cunts business. I don’t like seeing her this way, not a bit.

“Fight,” I whisper to her, both her hands clenched around my fingers. She nods and renews her fierce battle to give our whelp life.

And then, she lets out a wordless scream, and the healer sucks in a breath.

“An ogre?” the orc woman asks as Mia collapses, boneless, to the bed. She laughs as she brings our daughter over to us.

She does look much like me, without the tusks, of course. She’ll grow those in as I did. Her face is so small, her nose and eyes so perfect, I almost can’t bear to look at her.

“Give her here,” Mia says in a mouse voice.

The healer leaves us, and we lie side by side on our big bed, our whelp latched onto my mate’s rather big breasts. I’m already eager to sow another one in her, until our house is full of them.

We name our whelp after Mia’s mother, who my poor mate will never see again. Marenna, who has dark grey-green skin, and big yellow eyes like mine, gets bigger rather quickly. It’s not long before Mia can’t even pick her up.

Marenna is a happy, burbling baby who loves to be carried in the crook of my arm around the city, and cries like a bullhorn when she’s hungry. I love her like I’ve never loved another being, save for her mother.

One night, after our friends and their wild son have gone, I curl up with my Mia in bed while Marenna sleeps in her crib in the next room. I curl my arms around my mate and squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples in my fingers. I make love to her slowly, earning many sobs of pleasure and even more silent screams. The happily-mated troll, Raz’jin, suggested that if I wanted to put another whelp in Mia, I ought to make her finish and “cream on my cock” as many times as possible before filling her.

“That’ll make it stick,” he’d said with a wink. His own mate, Telise, jabbed him with her elbow.

And so, once my Mia is twitching underneath me, her cunt perilously tight and soft around me, I finally release. I give her so much of my seed that it spills out everywhere, and so of course, I pull out my wet cock, and pump it until it’s ready to fuck all my spend back into her again.

I’m not satisfied, of course, until my mate is swollen up with me once more—and even then, I know my body will never tire of hers, not as long as I’m alive. I wonder if our next one will come out human or ogre. I think Marenna will make a wonderful older sister.

I fall asleep every night with my human right where she belongs. The one who saved me, many times over.

She is mine. My Mia. My entire world.

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