Chapter 10
Bjorn
I t’s hard to describe , let alone admit, how big my heart swells at the sight of August lounging in the pillow nest, naked, hair draped over her shoulders, nipples teasing me from underneath her smooth locks. Her curves are lush and inviting; my fingers yearn to caress, to dig in, to hold her to me and never let go.
This drive of wanting to protect her, I’ve never felt it before. Not with my brothers, not with any other girlfriends of the past. It’s like she’s ignited a shield power, an inner dragon, a tarnished knight from within me. Nothing will keep me from her. Nothing will hurt her.
Is this fate? Is this love?
A laugh bubbles out of August as she watches me watching her. I put a sock on the door—unnecessary because I’ve also triple locked the door. Candles lit around the small apartment, I stoke the fire in the fireplace. This might be the best feature of this apartment. Warm. Safe. Aching with need.
“Are you done fussing? I’m getting cold waiting for you.” Her voice is melodic.
“Can’t have you getting cold.” My knees creak when I rise from the hearth, and I lumber toward her like a bumbling fool. At her feet, I pause, in awe of her beauty and strength. I am not worthy of her love, her adoration. But then she extends her hands in a gimme gimme motion. Who am I to deny her? I shed my clothes and come to her.
“I never knew I could feel like this until I met you,” she whispers in my ear as I straddle her. Orcs aren’t known for their gentleness and delicate touch, but I want nothing more than to ravage her in tender, sweet kisses. She deserves caring, safety. Pleasure.
“Like what?” I ask in between kissing along her collarbone, from her left to her right.
“Safe. Adored. Treasured.”
“Look at me right now, August.” My voice is a growl, and my lips protest leaving her succulent skin. “You are a goddamned treasure. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. And now, you’re my treasure.” Her eyes glisten in the low light of the fire, but her smile beams, guiding ships to her safety. Until her lips are mashed against mine. So sweet and delectable.
Her hands roam my body while mine caress hers from top to bottom. I cup one breast, heavy and perfectly round, then take it in my mouth, sucking her nipple, twirling around it with my tongue.
She whispers my name, and the sound lights me on fire. I switch breasts. My hands travel down her curves to her hips, where I have her pinned with my legs. Every touch is the wild wind on the edge of a cliff. Sliding down her legs to expose her center is like finding treasure in a cove.
I settle in, licking her, lapping her wetness, loving her body as it trembles in delight. August scratches my head, moves me in sync with her hips. Ecstasy in this moment comes running me down, and it’s all I can do to not get swept away in my own momentum. My nose rubs her nub, she rasps out, “More.” And so I give her more. More pleasure. More love. Until her body is bucking at my face, her fingers digging into my biceps.
“More,” I say into her juicy folds. My tongue makes contact again, only to have her push me away with a sucking in of her breath. “Are you okay?” Now I’m face to face with her, inspecting her eyes for hurt.
“So—intense,” she pants, squirming her thighs together once I’m out of the way, lying next to her. I blow cool air over her nipples. She shudders again, then puts her hand on my mouth and laughs. “Seriously. You gotta give me a minute.” At that, I arch an eyebrow.
“That good, huh?” She nods, and I preen in delight at having made her feel so intensely.
“You can hold me,” she whispers, and I do, glad to get to touch any of her. My cock is hard, aching, throbbing to be inside her. Pressed against her thigh isn’t going to cut it, but for now I’ll survive.
After a couple minutes, her body relaxes more. Her thighs untwist, breathing gets deeper, and her hand strokes up and down my side. “You have so many muscles I never knew existed.” I laugh a little.
“Maybe our anatomy has some differences?” She shrugs her maybe, continuing her exploration of my body. Pushed onto my back, she is now straddling me, my cock pinned happily between us. I flex it so it thumps against her belly, making her giggle.
August sits on me, sliding down my thighs a little so she can hold my cock in her hands. One hand can’t wrap all the way around. Both hands together around it give the impression of a greedy girl, and I throb even harder at the image.
“Can I?” She looks at me with wide eyes as she licks her lips. I grunt my assent. She can do anything she wants to me right now.
“Uh-huh, Bjorn. Say the words.” The smugness on her face as she says the words is so fucking beautiful.
“Precious little goat, you can do anything you like right now. So long as your pussy stays here with me.”
With that, she shifts down my legs further. Straddling one leg, pressing her wet pussy against me, she licks me. Root to tip. Once. It’s like I’m riding a rollercoaster to the top, all the anticipation building as my balls get tighter.
Twice. Pre-cum leaks at the tip. My feisty goat sucks it off, and I almost lose all control right here. Hands on her shoulders, I stop her when she starts at the root for her third lick.
“If you keep doing this, we’re going to have a big mess on our hands. And I’d really love to pleasure you more. Feel your pussy around me, if you’re up for it.”
In response, she slides back up to my thigh and grinds her hot wetness against me again. “I’m a little worried about how thick you are. But I’m ready.”
“I’ve got you,” I say as I pull out my magic lube from under the edge of the nest. “Remember? I’ve got magic lube. Lie back and relax.”