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Episode Thirty Beg for More

N adira

I'm kissing the orc. No. He's not the orc. He's Dhar.

I'm straddling his naked, muscular body, my palms on his cheeks, and we're kissing. When I looked at him before, after I got past his brutish demeanor and arrogant manner, I vaguely wondered how I'd navigate around his tusks. Frankly, I never thought we'd kiss, figuring he'd just want to get down to the business of sticking his cock in my holes.

But his hands are chastely gripping my waist and despite his naked cock thump, thump, thumping against my covered sex, it's the sweetest kiss imaginable.

The logistical problem of tusks doesn't pose any difficulty at all because they jut toward the sides of his mouth and don't get in the way of his pillowy lips.

"Nadira," he breathes, then brushes his lips against mine.

"Dhar."

"Mmm, say it again."

"Dhar."

His lips tip into a smile.

A few hours ago, I never would have guessed the swaggering orc who slapped his cock on the table would be thrilled to hear his name from my mouth. But he is.

His palms slide up and down my pelt-covered back as he seems to investigate my body in the sweetest way possible.

I'm captured by the surprising way his long, thick orc tongue invades my mouth. He's tender, questing, as if he doesn't want to barge in, but is waiting for an invitation.

I hum, low and deep, from the back of my throat, then slide into the warm cavern of his mouth. Did he find a mint leaf on the river bank to chew? Because he bears the sweet tang of mint. Whatever he washed himself with has a fresh, piney scent.

He's a brute of a male. Huge. My thighs are stretched just straddling his lap. His chest is three times as wide as mine. His meaty hands easily span my back. Even his face is so much bigger than mine.

He could take anything he wants, which makes his tenderness that much more endearing.

After pulling me tighter, so instead of being able to kiss him, my head is tucked under his chin, he croons, "You are the best surprise I've ever received. A present. A gift. A treasure. If we don't stop now, though, I'm going to take you here on the forest floor. You don't want that."

I don't? My nipples are beaded to hard points, desperate to feel the autumn breeze and rub against his naked chest. My core is already slippery, hungry for him.

It strikes me that this is the perfect time and place to explore each other. I think it would break all our hearts for us to have sex with Azael watching. Possibly worse? If we banished the monk from his own hut so we could do the deed. Definitely worse? Having the arrogant horse-man looking on with disdain, arms crossed over his chest as he thinks about how much he hates humans—hates me.

"I do want that, Dhar. Let's be with each other. Here. Alone. Let's learn each other's bodies without interference or watchful eyes."

He doesn't argue, doesn't even pause, he just grunts his agreement and pulls my tunic up, then tosses it to the forest floor.

"Mmm. You are a present. I get to unwrap you," he says when he encounters the next layer.

His thick fingers pull off another tunic and then he laughs when he sees I have one more layer under that.

"Azael is a smart male. He hid you well," he says, then pauses.

For this final layer, he takes his time, the corners of his leaf-green eyes crinkling with pleasure as he slowly pulls the thin suede garment over my head.

My orc is full of surprises. The male I met at the fairgrounds would have tossed the piece of clothing to the side, then pounced on me. Dhar does nothing of the kind.

He settles back, a smile on his face as his gaze darts from breast to breast as if he can't decide which one is prettier—or which he wants to suck into his mouth first.

Then he reaches and thumbs one hardened bud, watching my expression. Those discerning eyes miss nothing as my lids shutter closed and my head tips back.

"You're sensitive," he says, plucking softly, then strumming with all four knuckles, one after the other. "How about this?" he asks as he pulls them both at the same time.

It's like there's a live wire between my nipples and my clit. My eyes flash wide as I gasp with pleasure.

"Sensitive, but they like to be tugged," he narrates as if he's committing to memory the playbook of how to pleasure his new mate.

When he plucks even harder, I moan and can't contain my urge to writhe against the eager cock still nestled against my slit.

"I want to learn all the ways to please you, mate," he husks. "Later."

Dipping his head, he uses his flat front teeth to nibble at the tips of my sensitive peaks. I'm lost to all higher thought.

He considerately tossed my clothing into a pile behind me, and I ease back onto it, letting him know I'm in wholehearted agreement with the "later" idea. I want to get down to business now.

"How lucky you're already naked," I say as I reach to grip his cock. It's thick and a deeper green than anywhere else on his body, especially its emerald head.

Although my fingers won't reach around Azael's shaft, Dhar is even girthier. The thick veins running the length of him are going to feel amazing inside my waiting channel.

He kneels between my legs, then inches closer, opening me wider with his knees as he goes.

"You're not going to get very far if you don't pull my leggings down," I say breathlessly.

"Just getting the lay of the land." His eyes are at half-mast as he rumbles into my ear.

His body rides me, chest sliding against my sensitized nipples, breath chuffing at my temple, cock rubbing at the apex of my thighs.

"Your scent," he says, then breathes in heavily through his nose. "It's so thick and delicious, even though we're miles away, it's probably driving every male back at the rendezvous into a frenzy. And you're all mine."

Our gazes connect, and for a moment all this delicious attraction twining between us disappears as we both remember what a lie that is. I'm not all his. We're now part of a pack. He's going to have to share me with two others—well, at least one. The horse-man wants nothing to do with me.

My estimation of his intelligence goes up several notches when he leans closer and nips my nipple even harder than before. The bite of pleasure-pain brings me back to the present.

"Take my pants off," I order.

"If you insist."

He unties the latigo belt and shimmies my leggings down and off.

"I can't wait to see how wet you are for me, 'Dira."

I've waited a lifetime to hear that name fall from a man's lips. My mom left so early, but I often wondered if that was why she named me Nadira. It's comprised of such an obvious endearment, yet no one has used it until now.

There's something about the ease with which he said it that opens my heart toward this orc. I interrupt the male, stopping his hands just as they're about to ease me open even wider so he can slide through my folds.

Gripping his cheeks with my palms, I force his head to look at me. Was it only a few minutes ago he took such joy when I said his name? I understand how deeply the intimacy of spoken affection can touch a heart.

"I think you can do anything you want as long as you call me that, orc."

He doesn't move a muscle, and I realize he's waiting for a word in return.

"Dhar," I say, looking deeply into his luminous green eyes.

"'Dira," he says, then bends low as if he's worshipping at an ancient altar before he attacks my feminine folds.

He's all orc as he licks and moans with pleasure.

"Dear gods!" I shout as his thick and talented orc tongue slides deeply inside me. When he finds the little spot on the top of my channel, I shout again. This time the noise is an octave higher, and wordless, but no less appreciative.

The bastard chuckles, then nuzzles his head back and forth. It's only when he shifts from shaking his head "no" to nodding his head "yes" that everything changes.

His nose presses against the side of my little bud. Although I only had last night with Azael, my body now knows exactly how to ramp up, exactly how to take pleasure.

"Dhar." It's high praise.

He's eating me with purpose now, fast and hard and exactly where I want it. All the while, his nose is flicking at the spot he discovered that takes my arousal to a whole new level.

I'm panting and writhing and moaning with a bizarre combination of pleasure and need.

"More!" I demand, even when I don't know exactly what it is I'm craving.

He must understand my body better than I do, because he removes his tongue and before I can complain about its loss, he slides three thick orc fingers inside me.

"Yess!" I say, then realize I shouldn't praise this. It's not his fingers I want. It's his gorgeous green cock. But they're large and stretch my intimate channel, making my toes curl and my body hum with desire.

I guess the fingers will have to do, because they're working me just right as the tip of his tongue is now flogging my clit with such delight I can't maintain my sanity for a moment more.

I shatter into a million pieces, shouting his name and other meaningless syllables as I press my pelvis against him so hard it's a wonder I don't break his teeth.

Teeth! For a moment I forgot all about those tusks, but they haven't hurt me yet, so I shove them to the back of my mind and let my orgasm build and build until I feel like everything inside me is coming apart and then re-knitting in a new and much-improved way.

My release goes on both forever and not long enough as I grip his long, unbound hair and hang on for the ride.

As my release finally rolls to a stop, I fall back to my tunics, panting and unable to move a muscle.

"Good, 'Dira?"

"Mmm." Though I can't talk, I try to turn my lips into an approximation of a smile. It's the best I can do.

"I'm going to give you one minute—one minute only—and then I'm going to force you into more pleasure. Don't argue. I won't take no for an answer."

I laugh and find the energy to tug a hank of his hair, still damp from his bath.

"I'm an orc, 'Dira. You will never be able to hurt me. 59… 60," he says as if he had, indeed, counted to 60 before starting to give me more pleasure. Force. The male actually used the words 'force you into more pleasure.' Doesn't he know that what he just did was so amazing I'm willing to beg for more?

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