21. Khuldruk

21

KHULDRUK

H e needed no more than that as he began to move with more force. He had been good; he had been so good. He had eaten his mate’s delicious cunt on the road without any release himself. He had allowed his little mate to ride him and get used to his size, but now, he was ready. He was ready to rut and fuck his little mate. He yearned to complete the bond and take her to their den, but right now, he needed a release. He needed to fill her with his seed.

He pulled back enough to spread her thighs apart and watch his cock disappear into his mate's slick cunt.

"I told you it would fit," he said, shooting her a victorious glance.

"Yes, you did," she said as she slipped her hand down to play with her clit.

"Fuck," he groaned and shoved in a bit harder.

"Yes," Callie cried out.

"You like that? You like when I pound into you?"

"Yes," she cried out. He could tell she was getting close again, but she would not climax by herself this time. He could feel his own tightening in his balls. He was about to release into his mate, and that thought alone had him driving into her.

"You are taking all of me except my knot," he said as he continued to pound into her.

"Oh god, oh Dru."

She was there. "Yes, my pet. One more. You can do it."

At that moment, her slick cunt clamped down on his as she screamed and pulsed. He pressed a hand around his knot and slammed into her one last time. A guttural roar sounded from inside him as he released rope after rope of cum inside his little mate as she spasmed and cried out beneath him. He had never felt anything like it his entire life. The cum was still spurting out of him as it began to seep from her. He wanted nothing more than to have his knot buried deep in her perfect cunt, keeping all his seed trapped deep inside of her, filling her with his orcling.

Finally, he pulled out of her, both of them moaning at his absence. But as he watched his seed spill out of her and pool beneath her, it made him want to roar all over again. His finger gathered as much as he could before shoving it back inside her.

She moaned and writhed, but he could tell she was spent.

"You did so well," he said as he bent and kissed her forehead. He excused himself to the wash basin and quickly washed himself before bringing a rag to gently wipe away all his seed still spilling from her.

Once they were both clean, he brought the bread and cheese they hadn't finished to her and settled in bed next to his mate. She took the bread and cheese with a smile as she sat up, a little tenderly, and smiled at him.

"Hi," she said with her lips trapped between her teeth.

"Hello," he said, giving her a huge smile.

"That was pretty incredible, huh?"

"It was more than incredible." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It was everything."

"It was," she said as she offered him a piece of cheese. He ate it from her hand, feeling the deepest contentment he could remember.

"I think we should get some rest. I’d really like to head out early tomorrow morning and make it to the mountain by nightfall."

"Well, considering I can hardly keep my eyes open, that sounds like a plan."

She settled down onto his chest, and the contentment he felt deepened even more. The only thing that could make this moment any better was if they were deep in the mountain in the safety of their den. Bending his head, he kissed her head and breathed in her scent. By this time, her breathing had steadied, and her eyes closed. She wasn't kidding; she really couldn't keep her eyes open a moment longer. He closed his own eyes and let the feel of his mate stretched out against him and the sound of her slow, steady breathing relax him into sleep.

A rooster outside greeted the morning as Khuldruk stirred in bed. At some point in the night, his little mate had crawled almost completely on top of him and starfished herself across his belly, one arm and one leg wrapped completely around him. She was still sleeping, giving soft snores and leaving a puddle of drool beneath her slightly open mouth. A low chuckle rumbled deep inside of him. He had tuckered her out last night. He couldn't wait to wear her out with his cock every night.

Slowly, she began to stir. Her nose crinkled as she lifted her head and she wiped her mouth as her eyes blinked open. It seemed to take a moment for her to figure out where she was, and his heart squeezed at the thought that he got to keep her. Then, her eyes flew to his as she scrambled off him.

"Oh my god," she said as she brought up the covers, trying to wipe the drool off his large chest. "I'm sorry," she said as she sheepishly hid her eyes from him.

"Whatever for? You needed rest after taking my cock last night. It is a sign of my prowess as a lover," he said, wagging his eyebrows at her.

She swatted his chest. "Didn't you say we needed to get a move on?" she asked.

"Yes, I’d like to leave early this morning so we’ll not be on the road late." He stood and pulled on his pants. "I'm going to go check on the horse and what we need for the journey home. You get ready. I’ll return with some breakfast before we begin our travel."

Callie sat on the bed cross-legged, still naked. "You are making it very hard to leave this room," he said in a low rumble.

"I can see that," she said with a little nod of her head to his cock now straining in his pants.

"Get dressed. I’ll be back shortly."

He turned to leave before his little mate tempted him all the way back into bed. If he hadn't heard word of tension between the clans, he might have stayed another day and just laid in his bed with his mate, drinking her in, but he was anxious to get her home safely.

He made it down through the dining room starting to fill with travelers ready to start their days and made his way back to the stables.

"Khuldruk," called the groom as he pitched a forkful of hay into one of the stalls. Resting the pitchfork against the wall, he made his way over and shook his hand. Caster was a part orc, part elf who stabled the horses. "I heard you were leaving this morning. Your horse was freshly shoed a few days ago and taken care of."

"Thank you," said Khuldruk, offering him a gold piece.

"Are you going to make the journey back to the mountain in one day?" asked Caster.

"I’m hoping too. I heard there is unrest, and I’d like to get back and check in with Thavros."

At that moment, a piercing scream came from the inn. Even though he had never heard that scream before, he would know it anywhere. From the sound of the scream to the panic he felt from the tie with his mate, he knew it was Calli.

Without a word, he turned and bolted into the inn. The dining room seemed to be in chaos as two orcs from the Westlands stood by the doorway leading upstairs. Without asking any questions, Khuldruk pulled the knife from his boot and threw it at one of the orcs by the stairs, hitting him square in the shoulder. Both orcs turned to him, the other pulling a sword as Khuldruk pulled another knife from his other boot and threw it at his hand, forcing him to drop the sword.

He ran past them. He threw open the door, and his heart jumped to his chest. The orc he saw in the dining room last night had Calli by the hair, a knife to her throat.

"Let go of my mate," Khuldruk growled out.

"So, it is true. You found your mate. You think finding a mate will bring back the magic to your mountain? The magic is fading, and you know that. Maybe I should show you by slitting the throat of your mate in front of you."

Khuldruk was done talking. He flung himself toward the orc and managed to knock Calli onto the bed as he knocked the Orc to the floor. Before he knew what was happening, he felt hands pulling him off. He looked back, and the two orcs from downstairs had come up and were pulling him off their leader.

He attempted to fight them off, but before he could free himself, the orc on the ground stood and gave a growly chuckle. Khuldruk saw his fist just before he felt the heavy blow and crunch of his jawbone as the orc's punch landed on his face.