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Bonus Scene Fairlie

He leans in, his lips finding mine in a kiss that’s both tender and desperate. His hands explore my body with a sense of urgency that mirrors my own. I can feel the heat building between us, a desperate force that pulls us together.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, feeling his heart pound against my chest. Every kiss, every caress feels like it’s sealing our fate, binding us in a way that’s both thrilling and terrifying.

When he finally pulls away slightly, his breath hot against my ear, he murmurs, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper back, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. “I’m sure.”

As we move closer, Ovivia appears beside us, her touch gentle as she helps me out of my clothes. Her hands are delicate but confident, and I feel a shiver of anticipation as she slowly undresses me.

I let out a soft moan as Ovivia’s lips find their way to my neck, her breath warm and soothing.

Osric dips his head at the same time Ovivia does and they descend on my breasts. Both take a nipple in their mouth, sucking, and I revel at how easily they move in sync with never having shared a lover before.

They undress and climb onto the bed. Osric positions himself in front of me, while Ovivia slips behind. I get on my hands and knees, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as I take Osric into my mouth. The taste of him is both salty and intoxicating.

Ovivia’s tongue runs through my folds from behind, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me. My moans escape in soft, helpless sounds as I suck Osric, his groans a testament to the pleasure I’m giving him. The combination of his hardness in my mouth and Ovivia’s skilled attention brings me to the brink, and I come with a cry, my body shaking with the intensity of my release.

Osric’s release follows quickly, and I swallow what I can, but there’s so much that some of it escapes my mouth.

“I want to taste you,” I say to Ovivia, my voice filled with desire.

With a gentle push, she guides me down onto the bed, her movements filled with purpose. As I lie back, she climbs over me, her wet and pink pussy now just inches from my face.

The sight and scent of her is addictive, and a deep, primal urge rises within me. Her skin is warm and soft, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement at her closeness.

“I want to ride your face, Fairlie. Is that okay?”

My core pools with arousal because those six words are some I never imagined being said to me, but they’re turning me on like never before. I nod eagerly, my body trembling with anticipation. As she settles herself above me, I begin to feast on her pussy like an Orc-Cream Sundae.

I suck her clit into my mouth, the taste of her sweet and musky. I let my tongue explore, moving from her clit to her entrance, fucking her with it as I savor every reaction she gives. Her moans and the way she grinds against my face make it clear how much she’s enjoying this, and the sensation of her wetness against my lips is heavenly.

Meanwhile, Osric positions himself between my legs, his hands strong and possessive as he grabs my thighs and spreads them wider.

“You ready, Sweetheart?” he asks, his voice rough with desire.

“Fuck me, Osric. Give me your knot,” I murmur against Ovivia's core, my voice thick with need.

As Osric sinks into me, I hiss at the stretch. It’s a delicious kind of pain, one that quickly morphs into pleasure. His movements are relentless, driving into me with a force that makes my entire body feel alive. I can hear Ovivia’s gasps and moans above me, her sweet release dripping down my throat, warm and sticky. I swallow as best I can, the taste of her mingling with the pleasure I’m feeling from Osric.

The intensity of Osric’s thrusts makes my body spasm, and just as I’m overwhelmed by a powerful climax, I hear his groan—a deep, primal sound that signals his own release. The sharp pang of his knot locking inside me causes me to whimper.

Osric’s hand gently rubs my thigh, grounding me as he murmurs, “You did it, Fairlie. God, you’re milking my knot right now.”

My pussy spasms and he shouts as I feel rope after rope of cum filling me.

When he finally stills, Ovivia climbs off of me and lies beside me. Her fingers trail softly up and down my belly and breasts, her touch soothing.

“You're mine, Fairlie,” he rasps.

“Yours,” I respond, a smile touching my lips. “Forever, if your sister is right.” My hand instinctively moves to cup my belly, as I think about the possibility of a tiny human-orc baby growing inside me.

“Even without that,” Osric says. “I won’t let you go. I want you forever.”

My heart skips a beat at his words, but a rebellious spark ignites inside me. “Prove it,” I say, the challenge slipping out before I can second-guess it.

Osric’s eyes darken, and he snarls softly. He leans in and sinks his tusks into my right breast. The pain is sharp, a sudden, fierce bite that makes me gasp. But the pain is fleeting, quickly replaced by the sensation of his tongue lapping at the wound.

When he pulls away, his tusks still glisten with droplets of my blood.

“Asshole,” Ovivia mutters.

“You marked me.” I’m trembling with shock. “You bonded me.” The realization hits me hard. It’s an intense, overwhelming feeling, like a part of me has been irrevocably changed.

I feel a warmth spreading through me, a profound sense of love and belonging that I’ve never felt before. It’s as if, in this moment, my world has shifted, and the idea of leaving Osric feels impossible, as though my existence is now intertwined with his.

“What is that?” I ask, laying a hand over the mark, feeling it throb.

“That’s how he feels for you,” Ovivia explains. “You’ll be able to sense his emotions. Not all the time, but in intense moments like this, you’ll feel what he feels. It’s how orcs know their mates are safe.”

“You were serious about loving me. About how you felt?”

“I was,” Osric says, his voice raw with emotion. “I am.”

I look at Ovivia and I know what I'm about to ask is insane, but I don’t care.

“Mark me,” I say, the words escaping.

“What?” Ovivia gasps, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Do it,” I insist, the desire in my voice leaving no room for argument. “I want to feel like this with you, too.”

“Fairlie, I don’t?—”

“No!” I cut her off, my voice firm. “I want you to. I need this.”

Ovivia hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly. She dips her head to my other breast, her tusks brushing against my skin before gently breaking it. As she marks me, I cup her head and pull her closer.

The sensation alone, combined with the mingling of our emotions, drives me to a powerful climax. I come hard, the intensity of it making me cry out in ecstasy. Osric grunts as my inner walls tighten around his knot once more. Ovivia pulls back, her eyes wide with shock as she wipes her mouth.

“You're mine, Ovivia,” I say, my voice trembling but filled with certainty. “Can you feel it? We were all meant to be together.”

“I do,” Ovivia replies, a smile breaking across her face. “I love you, Fairlie.”

“I love you too,” I whisper, my heart swelling with a deep, all-encompassing love. “Now, fuck me.”

We spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other’s bodies. Every stroke, every whisper is a testament to how deeply we care for one another. I’ve never felt so adored and cherished.

I know it's only been days, but that's the thing about love, isn't it? It comes when you least expect it and knocks you off your feet.

I know that no matter what happens, I'll have my orcs and maybe, just maybe, the little green bean growing in my belly.