12. Calli

12

CALLI

C alli sat on her bed and looked up at him. He was a large man, but in this space, it was almost comical. He wouldn't be able to stand straight inside.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked.

"At how ridiculous you look in here," she said with a small chuckle.

"Well, that doesn't seem very kind," he said with a playfully cocked eyebrow. His finger traced along her bed until they found her knee. Just like that, all the playfulness gave way to lust. She scooted back to the other side of the bed and patted the space next to her. The bed dipped as he sat next to her.

"I know it's cramped in here."

"It's perfect," he said as he bent his head to press a small kiss to her mouth.

Calli's hand fisted in his hair as she laid back, bringing him down with her. They both settled into each other with their mouths still connected in a kiss. He lay on his side and pressed one more kiss to her lips before pulling back to look at her and take her in. No one had ever looked at her the way he did. Part of it made her want to hide away, but mostly, he made her feel beautiful and wanted.

Living her life on the road, Calli hadn't had much time for romance. She definitely found plenty of men willing to warm her bed and take care of her needs during their stops, but it was never anything more than that. This felt different. It should scare her, but she was so into this man...orc... whatever he was. The timing of this with the ending of the band and her not knowing what was next seemed perfect, but things were very rarely perfect in her experience.

"What's going on in the pretty head of yours?" he asked as he tucked her hair behind her ear and pressed a kiss to her neck.

"I don't know... I guess I'm just thinking of the timing of all this. But I'm done thinking right now," she said as he continued kissing further down her neck. He gave a rumble of approval without taking his lips from her skin, and she couldn't help but smile.

Her hand traced up and back, and she could feel his muscles shifting beneath his shirt. She began to undo the buttons of his vest. Finally, his lips left her neck long enough for him to help her take off her vest. As her fingers began to pull at his shirt, he was happy to help take that off too.

"I need you. Right now. Because even though none of this makes sense, somehow, everything I feel with you feels right."

"I agree," he said, cupping her face. "This feels right."

He bent his head and kissed her. They both sat on the bed. The air between them was charged with whatever it was that existed between them when they touched, and Calli was hoping to do a lot more than touch.

She laid back and he was more than happy to stretch out as much as he could next to her. This was a small bed, but cuddling close to him wouldn't be a burden. Her hand traced his now-bare chest as his breath turned into little pants.

The effect she had on him made her smile. Letting her hand trace lower down his abdomen, a groan escaped his lips. She began to kiss down his large chest, and her hand traveled further still to the waistband of his pants.

His hand stilled over hers. "No, my pet. That's not how this is going to work. At least, not the first time."

"What?" she asked him, confused. She gave a good blow job. She knew that, and it had never been refused before. "I want to."

"I want it too. But first, I intend to give you pleasure."

"Well, if you insist."

He cocked an eyebrow, "I do. And I am going to take my time and enjoy my first taste."

She sat up and slipped her sweatshirt off her head as his hands began to explore her body with reverence. Reaching behind her back, she undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall. The hunger that filled his eyes warmed her, but when his mouth pressed a kiss to her chest between her breasts then sucked a nipple into his mouth, that warmth was a blaze.

She cried out as one of his large hands held the other breast while his other hand was on her back, pressing her into him. He popped off her breast and looked up at her. "I have to taste you," he said as he flipped her on her back.

"Yes," she gasped as she started to push down the waist of her leggings. He peeled them off her in one quick movement. Before she was aware of what was happening, he was kneeling between her legs. Her knees fell open, and a low rumble came from him as he leaned forward and smelled her.

"Did you just smell me?"

"Yes, my pet, you smell divine, like summer berries. Do you taste like summer berries?"

While she highly doubted she smelled like summer berries, she couldn't help the heat pooling deep inside her. "There's only one way to find out," she said.

A gasp escaped her as he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her seam. "You are intoxicating," he said with another sniff.

Before she knew what was happening, he dragged his tongue through her slit, and she was on fire.

"Oh my god, Dru." Her hand fisted in his hair as he continued to lick her like she was the best thing he had ever eaten. Finally, his tongue made its way up to her clit, and her back arched off the bed. He looked up at her from between her legs. All she could see over the mound of her belly was his eyes. His eyebrow was wickedly cocked, and she could tell how much pleasure he was taking in this.

Then, his wicked tongue began to work little circles over her clit. The build inside of her was intensifying. When he slipped a thick finger inside her aching core, her head fell back, and her fist twisted in the sheets. She was so close. Then, his lips closed around her clit, and he sucked it into his mouth as he slipped another finger inside her. That was all it took; she broke and pulsed. She watched in awe as he licked up her release like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

"Oh my god, Dru. That was incredible."

He crawled up next to her, kissing his way up her body. She was still lying on her back, panting. He tucked her hair behind her ear and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.

"You're pretty good at that," she said, finally catching her breath.

"I'm not sure about human customs, but I really want to be inside you. Please, let me in," he said, kissing her neck.

"Yes, please," she said, grinning from ear to ear.

He got off the bed and removed his boots, unlacing his pants. The bulge in his pants was large. The anticipation to see what he was working with was building. After loosening his laces, he slipped his pants down over his hips, and his cock sprang free.

"Ummm... wow..."

He gave a low rough chuckle. "Don't worry, little one. In my true form, it is bigger."

"Bigger?" she said, her eyes wide with shock.

"Lay back," he said as she settled in her bed. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." She didn't even need to think about it. She had only known him for one day, so it shouldn't be possible, but she did trust him.

"Good. Let me take care of you."

He crawled over her. "You are ready for me," he said as she notched his cock at her entrance.

She nodded again, so turned on, another release was already building inside of her.

He pushed in slowly. The stretch was intense.

"Does this feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," she said on a gasp as she began to rock her hips, working more of him into her. He stayed still as she worked at taking more of him.

"I have to move," he grunted.

"Yes," she moaned as she took more of him.

He pushed all the way in. Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, everything changed. The world around her fell away, and all that existed was her and this giant magical man deep inside her. Their magic seemed to swirl around them as he pulled out and gently slid back in. She had never felt this connected to anyone before, and it was everything.

"More," she moaned.

At that, he began to thrust into her with a bit more purpose. "My pet, you feel incredible."

Her nails dug into his back as he bucked into her. Her legs wrapped around him, feeling like she needed to hold onto something, and he was all she wanted to grab. Her whole body felt like it was shimmering; she didn't know how else to describe it. She felt golden and glowing and alive. It was magical.

"Oh my god," she cried out as she met him thrust for thrust. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, one hand fisted in her hair. His other hand cupped her ass, changing the angle so he could slide in even deeper.

She cried out as she gave in to the magic pulsing between them. A powerful orgasm ripped through her as her back bowed off the bed. Khuldruk pounded into her, lost in his own ecstasy. With a grunt, he pulsed deep inside her before collapsing onto her, peppering her sweat-dampened neck with sweet kisses.

"That was incredible," Calli panted as her fingers traced up his strong back.

He grunted his agreement as he continued adorning her neck with sweet kisses. Propping himself up on an elbow, he gazed into her eyes. There was something in his eyes that still shimmered with the magic of what they had just done. It was as if they had always belonged together doing just this. But that wasn't possible.

He kissed her sweetly before pulling out of her and falling to her side. She ached at his absence and wanted to claim his body again, but then he pulled her into his embrace, and if it was possible, the intimate hold was as magical as what they had just done. It seemed it didn't matter what they did; she just wanted to be near him. And the look on his face told her he felt the same way.

"Where did you come from?" she asked as she turned in his arms and traced her fingers along his chest.

"I thought we'd been over this?" he said with a look of confusion.

She gave a small chuckle before pressing a small kiss to his chest. "It's just a saying. I just meant I didn't see this coming, but I don't know how I could have lived my whole life without knowing you. Sorry if that's weird."

"Not weird at all. I'm sure we’ll learn more in time," he said with a bit of unease in his voice.

“Is Dru your real name?”

He smiled and shook his head. “No, Bridget said it would be good. My name is Khuldruk.”

“Cool-drook,” said repeated slowly. “Did I say that right?”

“Yes,” he said, giving her a nuzzle. “Is Calli your full name?”

“No, it’s Calliope.”

“Mmmm, Calliope. I like it,” he answered.

"Do these tattoos have any significance?" she asked as she let her fingers roam over his strong bicep.

"Yes. These are the bands of my clan. Each clan has a different band." He moved up to the band above it. "This is the band of the mountain orc. And this one," he said, pointing to the one above it, "is the band of the chief."

She looked up at him. "The chief?"

"Yes, I am the leader of my people."

Sitting all the way up, she gaped at him. "Hold on, you’re like the head orc or whatever?"

He nodded. "Not head orc. There are many clans, but I am the chief of my clan."

"There is so much I want to know about you," she said as she settled back into him.

"There is time," he said as she stroked her arm.

Her mouth cracked open with a yawn.

"Why don't you get some rest? We can talk more in the morning."

A bit of panic flitted across her face. "Are you leaving?"

"No," he said with a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."

She gave a contented sigh and snuggled into his chest as she drifted off to sleep.