Episode Thirty-One Pierced

D har

Look at her. Her eyes can barely focus. I made her feel good, which tickles my pride even more than when my clan defeated the water monsters in the Longmuddy River.

I reach under her, grab the edges of the tunics I removed earlier, then lift her and the pelts as I rise to my feet.

I walk her to the nearest tree, place the tunics behind her so the rough bark doesn't mar her perfect, pale flesh, and press her against it with her feet dangling but not touching the ground.

"I'm going to fuck you, 'Dira. Right here." I dip my head until my lips are only a finger's width from hers. "Say no if you want. I have never nor will I ever in the future, take what a female doesn't want to give."

I don't even have time to spear her with my most serious look before she interrupts with an enthusiastic, "Yes. Fuck me."

It was so unexpected, so unlike the female I met at the rendezvous who seemed like some unknown entity was forcing her to mate with me, I just have to hear it again.

"Again," I urge.

"Fuck me, Dhar the orc. Fuck me. Fuck me right here against this tree in the forest."

She'll never be able to say I took her without her permission.

"And the bite? The mating mark? It doesn't have to happen today."

"You're wrong, Dhar. It does. It does have to happen today. Right here. Right now. Well, in a minute, when you spray your seed inside me. I want to be your mate."

I knew things had changed between us in the hours since we met, but I didn't realize something had transformed inside me, too. It's as if something unravels deep in my belly. No. Deep in my chest. In my heart.

I woke up this morning wanting nothing more than to find some roast venison and seek out the tree stump where males arm wrestle all day to prove who is the strongest in the camp.

Instead, I found this beautiful human who has changed from a prissy female who couldn't see past my green skin and tusks to one who is looking at me with affection. And I feel affection for her, too.

I lean in to kiss her. It's deep and long and I hope it conveys all the things I'm not clever enough to say. That I like her and admire her and can see myself growing older with her. I would do almost anything to have her belly swell with my orclings.

I don't say those things, though. I just kiss her. And gaze into her sky-blue eyes.

"Fuck me Dhar, the orc," she says, though this time it isn't an order or a plea or a command. It's the sweetest request, as if something is swelling inside her heart, too.

I step closer, lift her higher, and slip my pelvis between her legs. Then slowly, slowly, slowly, I lower her onto my cock.

"Ohh." Her eyes roll back into her head and her bee-stung lips pop open.

From now until eternity, that long, low moan will always remind me of this moment. It may just be one word, but it will always be the sound of pleasure, of coming home, of connection that cannot be severed by time or man or beast.

I gaze at where we're joined, memorizing the beauty of how her pale skin looks as it swallows my green cock.

Her little hands grip my shoulders and I bounce her up and down on my staff as if she weighs nothing. I realize I don't need to take her up against the rough tree bark, so I step back and walk her around the small clearing, my hands on her hips as I make her ride me.

I thought I might be too big for her, but between the monk and my fingers, and the slick liquid drenching her channel, she took me just fine.

It takes all her might to ride me. Between using her hands as leverage, her thighs to lift higher, and my hands to guide her, our bodies manage so well it's obvious we belong together.

Leaning in, I kiss her and press my chest to hers to rub her sensitive nipples. We can see the trees and the stream below if I turn us in circles. I wonder if she's getting as dizzy as I am, as my pleasure builds higher and hotter.

Gripping her ass, I press her pelvis closer to mine, which pleasures her little button. This causes her to pant and writhe and moan. When she reaches her climax, her slick, warm channel milks my cock so tightly I can't hold back for another second.

"Dhar!" she says as her bliss hits her.

My balls tighten and then release, spraying my seed inside her in an orgasm so powerful I stop moving for a moment lest I lose my balance.

The urge to bite her is strong. I've never felt this before, so I'm thrilled to know I'm not just mating for the chance to be a general in this war. I'm mating the female who was forever destined to be my mate.

Taking care not to prick her with my thick, upward-thrusting tusks, I maneuver my mouth so my upper fangs, much smaller than my tusks, pierce her delicate flesh.

It breaks my heart when she squeals in pain, but her torment is fleeting, then followed by strong contractions of her walls around me.

I lick the wound to seal and soothe it as she shouts her pleasure, then moans, then shouts some more as her channel milks not only more of my orc seed, but another burst of pleasure from me.

I can't stand up any longer, so I fall to my knees and settle her on a soft mound of grass.

"Good?" I ask as I allow myself to feel all the affection bombarding me from my head and my heart and, yes, my cock, too.

"So good, Dhar."

"You're a treasure," I say as I give her a soft kiss. I hope it conveys the depth of my devotion.