Chapter 29

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

STEVE

I left Billie thoroughly sated on the bed, and headed to the hot springs. She was right. Numerous bottles of oils and soaps lined the edge of the pool. I grabbed the oil, wondering what she had in store for us. I returned to find a scene nothing short of perfection. Billie was spread out on the bed, knees bent, with each of her hands massaging her nipples. Wordlessly, she reached out a hand, taking the bottle into her hands.

"Climb over me," she directed.

I swung my leg over her hips, ready to mount her, rutting into her until I filled her with my seed, but it seemed she had something slightly different in mind.

"Scoot up higher," she said, opening the bottle of oil.

I shifted upward so my legs were on either side of her torso, my cock shamelessly leaking all over her amazing breasts. Billie poured some oil onto her hand and then stroked me up and down until I was glistening. Then, to my surprise, she wiped the remainder of the oil onto her breasts and tossed the bottle aside. She looked up at me, eyes hooded with lust, and took my cock into her hand. She positioned it into the valley between her breasts, then used both hands to press her breasts together, with my cock trapped between them. It was all finally starting to click together.

"Billie, you want me to… fuck your breasts?" I asked uncertainly.

"That's exactly what I want you to do, Steve," she said, pressing them more firmly together. "Look at these babies. It would be a waste not to," she said, pressing them more firmly together.

I couldn't ignore how amazing it felt to have my cock slide up and down between her oiled skin. I tentatively thrust into her the same I would her cunt. It felt different, but I had zero complaints. I slid in and out again, this time going a bit further, with my knot brushing along the undersides of her breasts. It wasn't long before I was thrusting up and down with vigor, my knot blissfully reaching further and further with each thrust.

Billie watched me with a pleased grin on her face while she fondled her nipples. Then, it was time for another surprise. This time, as I thrust forward, Billie dipped her chin down and licked my leaking tip before I pulled back. I gasped. Billie looked very pleased with herself.

"Is this something that humans do with each other?" I asked.

"Is it something you want to do with me?" she asked.

I nodded vigorously.

"Then it doesn't matter what humans do. It's just you and me from now on, babe."

Thinking of it being just the two of us forever was heady and overwhelming. I wanted all of Billie. I thrust again, and this time she took the entire head of my cock into her mouth and sucked down on it before releasing me. She repeated this again and again as I slid up and down her until I couldn't take it anymore. I felt my balls tighten and tingle at the base of my spine as I hurtled toward completion. As my cock started to thicken even more, Billie pulled the tip of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and the underside of the head. I couldn't even warn Billie as I unleashed rope after rope of thick cum into her mouth, but she drank it down, continuing to suck me until she could take no more, releasing me to finish coming across her chest.

I leaned back to see Billie, my Billie, my Elska mate, covered in my shimmering cum, smiling up at me. I couldn't help but smile back. I didn't know what I had done to deserve this happiness, but I would take it and hang onto it with all I had. I peppered kisses down the side of Billie's face, nipping on the lobe of her ear.

BILLIE

Steve scooped me up and carried me to the hot springs from the bed. I could really get used to being carried around by my giant orc mate. He made me feel positively dainty. He walked into the springs carefully, finding his footing as he went. As we neared the pool's center, we were in water up to his chest, and I was almost completely submerged in his arms. He gently sent me down. It took me a minute to find my feet, realizing if I wanted to keep my head above water, I would have to stand on my tiptoes.

The spring was delightfully warm, with a light cloud of steam shrouding the air around it in an almost magical mist. I trod water over to the pool's edge, sampling the different bottles and potions neatly lined up next to a stack of fluffy towels. I picked up a light pink one and popped it open. It smelled almost like jasmine. Wondering what it would do, I poured some of it into the water. I gasped as the water immediately started to bubble up—spreading quickly.

"Steve!" I called.

By the time he looked at me, I was completely surrounded by bubbles. This was like a bubble bath on crack. The bubbles just kept growing. I started giggling, and Steve let out a booming laugh as he waded over toward me.

"Did you dump the whole bottle in?" He continued to laugh.

"No!" I said indignantly. "Just a few drops!"

"Well, it smells amazing, but I can't say that I am a fan," he said, brow cocked.

"What do you have against bubble baths?" I laughed, scooping up bobbles with both hands and blowing them toward him.

"It's not that I dislike the bubbles. It is that they block my view of your beautiful body."

Well, now I was going to melt into a puddle of goo. I looked down to see my body was, indeed, completely blocked from Steve's view.

"You have a lifetime of seeing all of me to look forward to," I assured him as I swam over.

I took some more bubbles into my hands and started soaping up and down Steve's arms, enjoying the feeling of his corded muscles. I stroked my hands up, rubbing the soap across his collarbone and down his powerful pectoral muscles, and I felt goosebumps rising on his skin as I touched him. Then I worked my way down his stomach, working the soap in circles, admiring his green skin.

Steve cleared his throat as I shifted to massaging soap down his stomach. "Um, can I clean you while you clean me?"

"I would love that," I said, not taking my eyes off his chest.

Steve scooped up some of the magical bubbles and started massaging the soap into my shoulders. As his fingers pressed into my muscles, I moaned. He wasn't just washing me. He was massaging me. He kneaded my shoulders gently, utterly distracting me from cleaning his stomach. I let my arms fall to my sides as he worked each shoulder gently. Steve took a step closer so he could massage up my neck, and I felt his erection prod into my stomach. Steve said nothing, still attending to my sore muscles.

"Your ringlets frame your face beautifully in the damp air," he whispered into my ear as he slid his hands down from my neck to my tits.

I blushed. Growing up, I hated my curly hair, straightening it within an inch of its life during my emo phase of the early 2010s, but I had grown to love it as an adult. It was wild and untamed, and I liked that it reflected that part of me. The idea that Steve liked it made warmth pool in my belly.

"Thank you," I responded, trying to get back to washing Steve's stomach.

But now he was plucking at my nipples, gently pinching them, his erection growing much more insistent. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Steve hoisted me up even higher, so he could take a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his cock pressed between us. We were not going to finish this bath. Steve drew on one of my nipples while working the other between his thumb and forefinger. It wasn't long before I was panting. I wanted him. I had never wanted someone this often and this badly. I reached in between us and pumped his cock up and down, marveling at his girth and texture. This cock was mine, and I had so many plans for it.

I shifted myself up higher in the water so I could stroke Steve's cockhead up and down my slit. "Can we—how do you want to?" I asked, my mind muddled with need.

"There's a built-in seat around the edge of the pool," Steve said, pausing the gentle tugs he'd been giving my nipple with his teeth.

He headed to the edge of the pool while I kissed up and down his neck. Steve reached the bench and settled with my knees on either side of his hips. I reached down and stroked his cock up and down again, slipping a thumb over his tip. I pulled him toward me, rubbing his cock in circles around my clit, but it wasn't enough.

"Are you ready to go again?" I whispered into his ear while dragging my fingers along the underside of his cockhead.

"I think that's fairly obvious," he gasped as I wrapped my hand firmly around his knot, squeezing it.

I notched him at my core and slowly began to slide down. I knew that water could mess with natural lubricant, so I didn't want to ram myself down on him immediately. I slowly slid down his length, feeling him breach each layer of me as I settled myself deeper. When I felt myself hit his knot, I let out a gasp. I was stuffed so full I could feel every ridge and pattern of his cock. I breathed in through my nose, readying myself to take all of him. I pulled him in for a kiss, hoping to loosen myself up by touching him in other ways. I tugged on his lower lip with my teeth, causing him to open up for me. Our tongues tangled together, learning each other, all while he was buried deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing me to sink down even deeper. I felt his knot press against my core and couldn't hold out any longer.

I slid off him almost completely before slamming my hips down into his, taking all but the knot, which pressed against my lower lips. I gasped at the way he filled me. This wasn't the vague fullness I was used to. I could feel every ridge, vein, and texture of Steve's cock. The fact that this was the sex I had just signed onto for life was at the forefront of my mind. Steve gripped my hips, taking control. He slid me up and down off his marvelous cock, my tits bouncing in front of him.

"Billie," he gasped, "I need more."

He wanted to go deeper. Thinking quickly, I grabbed one of the towels, laid it next to the pool, and then got on my hands and knees.

"Here," I said, "take me here."

Steve scrambled out of the water and joined me on the towel, where I was ready, on my hands and knees. He took no time finding my weeping slit and dragging his cock up and down it.

"Stop toying with me and fuck me like you mean it," I ground out, ready to have Steve fill me completely.

He stopped teasing my clit and lined his cock up at my entrance. He pressed in slowly, causing me to gasp at each inch he pressed further in. I spread my legs wider, leaning on my forearms to give him better access. His warm hands massaged my ass cheeks, pulling me wider to accommodate him.

"Fuck, Steve, you feel so good," I gasped as he continued to bury himself in me.

He continued to massage my ass cheeks as he slid in even deeper.

"You feel—incredible," he said, breathing through his nose.

I could tell it was taking all of his willpower not to ram into me completely. He inched in further and further until I felt his knot graze the lips of my pussy. He wrapped himself around me, pressing his chest to my back.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Mmm… Your cock is amazing," I moaned.

Steve grasped each of my hips with his enormous hands and started to thrust in and out of me at a slow, steady pace. I felt pleasure spider out from my core until I could barely hold myself up, having to drop down from my forearms and lay on the towel as he pushed in and out of me methodically. Every thrust felt as if it unleashed something deeper within me, and it wasn't long before I was panting Steve's name.

"Steve! Fuck. Harder! Fuck me harder!" I screamed as he pumped steadily in and out of me.

I felt his thick fingers dig deeper into my hips as he ratcheted up the pace, thrusting in and out of me with all he had. Having come multiple times over, it wasn't long before I was able to take his knot. Spreading my lower lips wide, he slid in with a pop and out as he continued to thrust. I was on sensory overload and didn't know how to respond. I was panting at the onslaught of sensation. I felt myself building toward a climax, but it was too soon. I wasn't ready to be done. I wanted to savor this with Steve. I let my head rest on the towel as he continued to pump in and out of me, loving every moment. I relaxed into Steve, enjoying the drag of his cock against my channel. He felt exquisite, and it took all my willpower not to barrel toward my climax immediately. As Steve stroked in and out of me, he arched over me, grasping one of my breasts in his hand. It was almost too much to bear; I was panting so much that I needed water.

"Water, I need water," I gasped.

Steve slid out of me and brought a cup out of nowhere so I could gulp down some hydration. I tossed the cup aside as he crouched over me again, dipping into me seamlessly. He continued his steady stroking in and out, increasing his pace as he approached his finish. My entire body felt as if it was a live wire that he stroked back and forth with each thrust. I locked down on him, swept up in the crescendo of pleasure. I came and came screaming his name. How did every time feel better than the last? I felt like a wrung-out sponge, completely lifeless.

Finally, I felt Steve take one final plunge, taking me as deep as he could, pushing his knot deep into me. He exploded ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of me as I fell face-first into the towel. I treasured that he was the only one to ever come inside me as I felt my insides gush with his hot cum. He guided me down to our sides so we could lay locked together. Steve wrapped his much larger frame around me as he continued to pulse inside me. My heart was beating so rapidly, and my breath was coming so fast it would take me a minute to come down from the high. I was going to need to be better about hydration if this is what sex was going to be like.

After some time, lying in comfortable silence, a thought cropped up in my mind. "Are you… does Snaerfírar do the ceremonial braiding?"

"Já, a mated male, always has his hair in plaits," he said from behind me.

"Well, then, it's time." I shifted and found Steve's knot softened enough for me to slide off it.

Copious amounts of cum dribbled out of me, but I didn't care. We could bathe in the magical bubbles later.

Steve sat up as I knelt behind him and delicately combed through his damp hair.

"Do you have any preferences?" I asked.

"I want everyone to know I am yours. Beyond that, I don't care," he said.

For our first time around, I settled for a simple French braid; I could get more creative as time went on. I plaited his hair easily, having grown up with sisters. As I finished, I looked at him and admired his profile.

"A mated male," I said, "No one will doubt it."

STEVE

Once Billie finished braiding my hair, I pulled her into my lap. I kissed every inch of her face, stopping with the tip of her nose. She said nothing but gave a happy sigh and snuggled into me further. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her as close to me as our bodies would allow. Having her braid my hair felt like a surreal finish to our evening. However, there was one tiny doubt in the back of my mind.

"Was that—was that okay?" I knew all signs pointed toward her enjoying herself, but I was still new at this. I wanted to make sure I checked in with her.

I felt, more than heard, her chuckle as she wrapped her arms around me.

"That was the best sex I've ever had. I have never once had to stop a partner midway to get me a glass of water because I was panting so hard." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"So you aren't sad about being shackled to an inexperienced half-orc like me?" I said, voicing my lingering concern.

"Not at all. I am excited to experience everything new with you—maybe we'll find some new favorites I haven't tried," she said, grinding her hips into mine.

"Hey, enough of that, we need sleep," I admonished her gently—not really minding at all.

She sighed."I suppose you are right. And I would rather sleep in the bed than on a stone floor."

Bill rolled out of my lap and found clothes and towels in a chest on one of the chamber walls. I cleaned her gently with warm water before cleaning myself, tossing the cloths aside. I stood over her, smiling. I bent down and scooped her up, dragging her back to the bed. Before joining her, I pulled the covers up to her neck, ensuring she was comfortably wrapped in blankets. I climbed in behind her, wrapping myself around her, thinking there was nothing better than being curled around my Billie.

We made love two more times in the early morning, slowly, languidly, barely awake, savoring each other. It was almost midday when we woke again, both in need of another dip in the pools. And fresh blankets.

"Shall we bathe?" Billie asked.

"Probably for the best."

"Hey, hey, we need to clean up. We can't keep starting more."

"Fine," I reluctantly agreed, standing and heading toward the springs.

Billie followed me, curls in complete disarray from our activities. I loved it. We slipped into the hot pools and started cleaning ourselves, deliberately staying on opposite sides of the pool so we would actually get clean and not end up fucking on the edge of the spring again.

"So does today count as day one?" Billie asked, soaping up her hair.

"Yes, only day one" I said, eying her mischievously.

"So we get two more whole days?" She grinned.

We spent our entire time in the caverns, napping, fucking, talking, making our way through all the food Runa had carefully packed for us. It was all I had ever dreamt of, and I was sad to see it come to an end. Billie could tell.

"Hey, nothing has to change," she said, stroking my face. "We'll move into the bar, work late into the evenings and fuck in the early morning light."

"That sounds like a life I could fall in love with," I whispered

"Well, it is a life I look forward to." She pulled me in for a kiss.

It was late in the afternoon. We could fit in one more round before going to bed early to return to the tribe. I kissed Billie earnestly, making my meaning clear.

"Oh, are we going to go again?" she asked, voice sultry.

"Only if you are up for it," I responded.

I could fuck Billie day in and out, but I knew she was much smaller, more delicate than I was.

"I can definitely do one more round before heading home," she said, swinging a leg over me.

Billie was perched atop me, wild curls framing her flushed, smiling face. My heart nearly burst at the sight of her, my lusty woman, ready for more. She was a marvel. My forever, my mate. A life with Billie was a life I was ready for.