47. Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Seven

Valpar

"I said to rub that cunt on my leg." I snarled into her mouth and kissed her deeply.

I could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Her core was alight with fire against my leg. I felt bumps rising on her skin, partially from the tree, putting off cooler air in the cabin and my body heating hers at the same time. Mostly, I had hoped it was from my strict command.

Her eyes were heavily lidded, locked onto mine as I claimed her lips. My miresa had her legs enticingly parted as she slid her slick heat against my thigh. The strategic decision to keep us both undressed was a good decision. It gave me unrestricted access to her cunt. To my desires to keep her filled with my seed. I could have her anyway I wanted. Whenever I wanted.

This should be a rule. Yes, a rule. That way, I can have her at all times in our home.

I could feel that her clit was swollen, and it was indeed swollen. I remember checking it before she woke. It was red and irritated and my seed had coated the outside of her pussy. When I tried to shove my seed inside her, she woke. It was foolish of me to want to keep my seed inside her when we were preventing an orcling, but my animalistic side would not allow me to let it go to waste.

My hands cupped her behind. I helped her rub her needy clit against me. Her tits tickled my chest, and her fingers dug into my shoulders. They were sharper than I remembered, and I knew I would have claw marks by the time she came, and a sick satisfaction fell over me.

I hope they scarred. I wanted her to mar my skin with those tiny claws.

I let out a low, frustrated groan, feeling the friction of my hard shaft against her smooth leg as she sensually pressed herself against me. The scent of our arousal filled the cabin, heightening the intensity of the moment. My orcish desire consumed me, urging me to forcefully plunge inside her, but I couldn't betray my word.

She must come first.

My fingers tightened around her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. I guided her in a deliberate, unhurried rhythm against my leg, the friction between us igniting a primal desire. The air was thick with the scent of her pleasure, intoxicating and heady. Her moans mingled with the sound of her slick coating me, creating pain in my shaft that I could not deny much longer.

The anticipation built for both of us. Torturous for me but her release coming quickly. Her breath was erratic, and she whimpered against my mouth. I reveled in the knowledge that she was about to release on my leg of all places.

"That's it, little fairy. Get me dirty. Put your scent all over me so no other female would dare come close to me."

She let out a snarl, and my lips curled into a smile. My little fairy could be jealous, and I liked how feisty the little snarl was.

"You don't like it if some female looks at me, do you?" I cooed.

My miresa's fingers dug deeper into my skin.

Bassza.

I leaned forward and tugged at her ear with my teeth, my tusk rubbing against her jaw. "Then mark me, coat me in your slick."

My miresa shattered around me, I felt warmth on my leg and groaned until she rode out her pleasure. I didn't wait a second more and lifted her so her cunt was just hovering over my shaft. "More," I rasped, and she widened her legs, gripped hold of me and guided me into her warmth.

Her eyelids gently closed, blocking out the world as she reveled in the comforting touch of my essence saturating her depths. I clenched my jaw, delighting in the exquisite sensation of her enveloping tightness, as she sensually molded herself to my shaft.

Pulling her closer, I bit down on her shoulder, her skin tasting salty and sweet, the pain making her back arch and releasing a heated moan. I ground my hips against her, reaching deeper, seeking the sweet spot that would send us both careening over the edge.

I was ready to give her the ride she has never had before until I realized her cunt was tightening around me tighter than I ever thought possible.

"Female!" I gritted my teeth and stood.

She wrapped her legs around my waist. My little fairy was panting heavily, and she was moving her cunt up and down my shaft. I had no control. She was using me instead of the other way around.

I pushed the crate forcefully, causing it to topple off the table with a loud crash. Bottles shattered, their contents spilling and mingling with the scent of shattered glass. The fruits from within the crate scattered, rolling across the floor, filling the room with a chaotic mix of sounds as they collided with various objects. Amid the commotion, she moaned heavily, her chest pressing against mine, creating a tingling sensation. Overwhelmed by the moment, I feared I may release my seed prematurely, struggling to comprehend the intensity of the situation.

"Miresa!" I called out to her. I had her back on the table. Her hips were moving slightly, but her cunt was sucking me in further. It was like she was eating me alive.

My fairy moved her legs above my shoulders. I was folding her like a furred blanket.

I did not know if I should be frightened or enjoy the ride. It may be my last time rutting her the way her cunt was suckling me.

I ripped my little fairy's arms from around my head and laid them above hers. My hips thrust almost involuntarily into her body.

Somehow, her strength was tenfold. She pushed my hands away and her fingers wrapped around my arms. She clawed at my forearms as I drove myself into her. I was lost in this passionate frenzy, her cunt pulling me in deeper with each thrust. My animalistic instincts took over, and I couldn't help but feel a primal satisfaction as I rode her to the edge and followed her cunt's commands.

"Come for me, my little fairy." I growled, my voice rough. "Show me just how much you want me."

Her pussy sucked in my brand and I choked when her cunt clamped down on it. She was a strong female.

Her hips bucked, her inner walls tightened around my shaft, and I felt the familiar sensation of her orgasm tugging me closer to my release. I thrusted harder, my hips moving in a frenzied dance, our bodies pounding together.

Her cries filled the room, punctuating the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I wanted to hear her scream my name, and to know I'd given her the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced, or maybe it was the other way around.

It was her cunt controlling my shaft. I only liked to think I was in charge.

Her cunt was milking my brand and had me locked me into a place where I couldn't move.

With a roar, I buried deep inside her, my seed flowing into her as I emptied myself into her. She shuddered beneath me, her body trembling in the wake of her release, her cunt massaging, petting me like everything was going to be alright.

Bassza, I thought I'd gone cross-eyed how hard I came.

I rested my head gently next to hers, my large tusks grazing her delicate jawline. She tenderly traced her fingers along the spot I adore, eliciting a sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

I let out a low, guttural groan, sensing another release from her as I poured myself deeper into her. She exhaled softly, a contented sigh escaping her lips, while her abdomen gracefully expands, creating a gentle swell.

"I don't know what just happened." She said in a whisper. "But I'm really tired now."

Her pussy did all the work. I could see exactly how she would be tired.

I planted soft kisses along her jawline, trailing down to her delicate neck. As my eyes fixated on the massive bruise marring her shoulder and creeping up her neck, a wave of dread washed over me. On sight alone it appeared as though I had violently harmed her. It was far from it, however. I had a sick satisfaction of leaving the love bruises on her body.

Her family were going to think I abused her.

Then, I felt the trail of blood running down my shoulders and smirked.

We both liked that hint of pain.

"Sleep, my miresa." I took a large whiff of her hair. She gave off nothing but that same calm and soothing scent I craved. It drove me wild and again my cock shot a burst of seed inside her.

"I will watch over you."

She was asleep before I finished speaking, completely passed out. I didn't know if it was normal for her to sleep so long, because she had never slept this much since I've known her.

My cock twitched inside her, but she lay still, like a sleeping little fairy that she is. I didn't want to let my cock slide out of her. I had become addicted to her pussy like some of the fae had become addicted to orc ale.

I gently propped her body up and let her lean on me as I carried her back to our room. I knew she couldn't sleep long. She had eaten and drank. I would need to be take her outside to use the restroom, since I did not have a bathroom built for her yet.

I had many things to do in the cabin, still, to make her comfortable in her new home.

I already had the logs prepared and outlined outside where a new bedroom and a bathroom would go. It would be large and spacious so she can bathe privately indoors.

I will not have my female bathing naked in any spring. No one will see her naked, not even the animals. They do not get to look at what is mine.

Jealousy rose inside me just thinking about those stupid fart squirrels… wait… skunks.

I opened the door to our bedroom. It smelled of us. We slept a long time after our first joining. I don't know if it had been a day or more. With our souls being intertwined, being weaved by a thread I have often heard about from the different kingdoms, I am sure we slept for at least two days.

That had to be why she was stronger, as well. I knew different species take on their mates' qualities, so they are better paired. My little fairy must have some of my strength now, and that was how she could push me off. She would also have better immunity to sickness, live as long as me, no longer age and of course, be immune to magic.

I would miss her pink hair, but she did not seem to mind it. My little fairy seemed content in my arms but if she wanted her hair to change colors again, I was sure her uncle would do his best to help with that endeavor.

I let my lips stay on the top of my female's head as I kept her attached to me and laid us on the bed. I didn't need to put the fur over my body to keep her warm. I was radiating enough.

My cock was still nestled inside her, but it was much tighter than before; she was tight when I first entered her. She had a powerful cunt. Was it due to our bonding?

Could my cock fall off from being inside her like this?

I groaned and secured her leg over mine to keep us comfortable. Really, if she had shifted when I carried her to our room, I was sure my cock would have stayed in the same place because she had bound to me so tight.

I yawned, the sound escaping softly from my lips, as I slowly pulled her in closer. The dim light of the room danced across her sweet and tender face, illuminating every delicate feature. I couldn't help but inhale deeply, catching a faint whiff of her intoxicating scent that smelled of home. The realization hit me like a wave crashing against the shore - I had found my miresa, my mate. The bond between us, as orc and human, was undeniable, radiating with a strength that seemed to intensify with each passing moment. I could feel it growing even now, a powerful force that connected us on a level beyond words.

What would my orgamo say when he meets her? I'd not had the chance to talk to him or my brothers to let them know that I even had a female.

And what of Thorn and his female?

There were many questions that I should seek answers for, but none of them mattered in that moment. My female and I were in our cabin, and I held her in my arms, creating a bond that would last forever.

It wasn't just me branding her, I realized, however. I believed her pussy had now branded me.