Chapter 8

Effie

I wanted this.

The realization was…humbling. Strange.

I want this .

If I agreed to try The Backwards Donkey , it wouldn't be because my master forced me. Or because I was trading my body for his protection. Or because I felt as if I had no choice.

I wanted this.

I wanted him . I wanted this pleasure, and more than anything, I wanted kind and gentle Korvak to be the one to give it to me.

And I wanted to be brave enough to accept what I wanted and take it.

I wanted to be like Roxanna, and even Sorcha, and the long-ago harlot who'd written A Harlot's Guide to the Forbidden and Delightful Arts .

I would be.

With a deep breath, I reached for the hem of my chemise. Korvak was so tall, only the tips of my toes could push against the ground, but ‘twas enough leverage to lift my arse and slide the linen up and then over my head.

Until I was sitting nude on his lap.

Truthfully, having my back to him helped my embarrassment.

"Gods below, Effie," he groaned, his hands going to my waist. "Ye are certain ye want my touch?"

His fingers curled around my stomach toward my navel, and I peered down the valley between my breasts to watch in a sort of daze, disbelieving this was my body.

" Aye ," I breathed—and meant it.

Those large hands slid up my sides and forward to cup my breasts. Now ‘twas my turn to moan and lean into him. He'd touched me this way this afternoon—gently, reverently—and I didn't think I would ever get enough of it.

I sighed and, inch by inch, allowed myself to relax against him as he caressed my skin. The moments stretched into eons as his fingers teased and stroked, heightening my arousal. His little murmurs and hums of approval did even more for me.

When he spread his legs, my thighs—already spread open across his—opened further. I stiffened for a moment, but his fingers rolled my nipple then, and I relaxed on a moan.

"Such a good lass," he murmured, one set of fingers trailing down my stomach. "Are ye wet for me?" His forefinger skimmed over my curls, and we both groaned. " So wet ."

His praise made me yearn to be the good lass he saw. I rocked my hips forward so his fingertip brushed against me again, igniting the pleasure radiating from the bud hidden among my curls.

"Ye like that?" He flattened one palm against my chest, holding me in place against his chest, as his finger stroked me again. "What is this bit of magic?"

"Clitoris," I moaned, rocking against him. "Sensitive."

"Aye, ‘tis," he agreed with a faint chuckle. "I like it."

Saying so, he pressed it with his callused fingertip then rubbed a circle around it.

This was when I noticed his breathing becoming harsher. And the hard length pressed against my lower back jumped with each inhale. My hands, curled into fists at my side so I could focus on the sensations Korvak was pulling from me, suddenly itched to touch him.

"Korvak," I panted, rocking forward against his hand. "I need…"

"Hush, little human, I ken what ye need." I felt his nose nuzzling into my hair. "Ye want to come again for me, aye?"

"Nay— aye ." ‘Twas hard for me to focus on his words, to understand. "I want you ."

His hand stilled for a moment.

"Korvak, please . Your cock…"

When he exhaled, I felt my hair stir.

"Nay, Effie." His fingers returned to their movements. "This is for ye."

"I want to touch you. I want to stroke you and bring you pleasure." I think I understood his objection and—whimpering—I rubbed my arse against his hardness. "Please? I swear ‘tis no' because I think I owe you. I want you ."

His groan was one of surrender, I was certain.

As I lifted my weight onto my toes, he wrapped his fingers around my waist and lifted . Fumbling behind me, I pushed his kilt out of the way, and his cock sprang free.

But instead of lowering me atop it, Korvak changed direction and slid me along it, so the topside of his cock nestled against my pelvis, and I was caught between his chest and his cock.

The Backwards Donkey , except his cock wasn't in me.

But then he flexed forward and I sucked in a gasp as his hard length pushed against my clitoris. He was thick and ridged and when I looked down, impossibly long. Without thinking, I wrapped my fingers around him, pressing him against my curls.

"Gods below, Effie, ye're killing me."

"Not yet," I vowed in a whisper.

As his hands rose to stroke my breasts, my skin, I used mine to tease him. I was so wet— so wet —and I spread my liquid desire over his cock, sliding it along my cleft as I rocked. My opening pressed against the base of his hardness, and each time I seated myself, I felt as if I was wetter.

My core ached to be filled, but this? This was delicious torture. The ridges along his cock taunted me, massaging each inch of my cleft, my lips. I used my hands to stroke the underside of his cock, to press and trap it against my wetness.

Reaching down with one hand, I cupped his massive ballocks, wrenching another groan from him. I squeezed and felt him jerk in response, more beads of moisture weeping from the head of his cock.

I wanted to taste that.

I used my fingers to collect some, to bring it to my mouth, and when he saw that, I heard him breathe, " Fook, Effie ," and I knew he was close to losing control.

Not once did I fear him. Not once did I fear his lack of control.

He tasted spicy, something I did not recognize, something I wanted to taste again. And again and again.

Forever .

The realization slammed into me and I gasped, even as he bent down to bring his mouth to my shoulder. His tusks grazed my skin, then he licked that same spot, sending a shiver through me.

I wanted Korvak.

Not just tonight, here in this cottage, but forever.

Could I? Could I be brave enough to confess that?

"Korvak, I—"

His hand dropped to my cunny. He pushed aside my hand, pressing his cock against my dripping core. He stroked himself that way, each thrust bringing the head of his thickness against my clitoris and driving me absolutely mad.

I completely forgot what I had been about to say as my pleasure shot into the clouds.

"Oh my God , Korvak!" My hand tightened around his ballocks as my other rose to reach over my shoulder to clutch at the back of his head, as if I could pull him closer closer closer .

"That's it," he murmured, his lips against my neck. "Come for me. Come for me like a good girl, like a lass who kens what she wants." His fingers found my core, even as he stroked himself. "Ye're so fooking perfect, Effie, so brave, so strong. Take this. Make it yers. Ye are worth it."

With a wailing sort of howl, I came. " Korvak!" I cried, fulfilling his vow to make me scream his name.

As my ecstasy splashed over me, he pressed his cock along my cleft, so I could feel his throbbing against my most intimate skin and he could feel my spasms.

"Aye, Effie, ye—" His words broke off when my hand closed around his, pumping his cock in desperate need.

"Fook!" he cried, spilling his seed in a powerful burst .

His spend was a thick rope, pale green, bursting upward to splash against my stomach and breasts. I watched in dazed fascination, my own climax still rocking through me, as the second and third spurts released more and more.

Unable to help myself, I moved my hand upward, over his, collecting the thick seed in my fist and bringing it to my mouth. ‘Twas spicy on my tongue, more of what I had yearned for before, and I eagerly licked it from my palm like ‘twas a delicacy.

"Ye've killed me," he panted, slumping backward. "Gods below, lass, if ye keep that up, I'll…" He broke off his threat with a shake of his head, a shake of his whole body.

I was curious, aye, but I hoped now that I had tasted him, I could do it again. As I licked, I twisted to grin at him.

And I found Korvak staring at me in the most unsettling way.

His hands still rested on my thighs, holding me against him. We were as connected as two beings could be, while not actually having him inside me. I was licking his seed, for God's sake!

But he was staring at me as if I was the answer to his prayers. As if I was food to a starving man, air to a drowning man. As if he needed me .

His eyes were green.

Not the green of some people back in Tarbert keep, which was really just a version of the more common blue eyes. Nay, Korvak's eyes glowed green, an unsettling sight when I knew them to be black.

I hadn't really killed him, had I?

"Korvak," I whispered.

How had I ever thought him ugly? The scar was disfiguring, aye, but now I flinched from the pain he must have felt, more than the sight. In the harsh lines of his jaw and cheekbones, I saw strength, and kindness in the lines around his eyes.

"Korvak, are you well?"

"Aye, lass," he rasped, pulling me against him. "How—" His voice caught, and I felt him swallow as he rearranged my legs to fall over one of his thighs so he could hold me as he had earlier. "How could ye doubt that? ‘Twas remarkable."

The yawn caught me by surprise, but I quickly hummed in agreement.

It had been remarkable.

I wanted to do it again. Nay, I wanted more . I wanted to climb atop him and learn more from him and from the Harlot's Guide about the pleasures that were possible.

I wanted Korvak to teach me.

I wanted to be worth teaching .

But I didn't want to be greedy.

So, I pressed my cheek against his shoulder and I brushed a kiss over his skin. He exhaled and I echoed it.

I was hot and breathless and covered in orc cum, but I was at peace.

At last, I knew what I wanted, what was possible. Could I be worth such a future?

Korvak .