Chapter 31
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Cedar
W hat was it that gave him such power over her? How did he know precisely how to please her, where to touch her, in order to drive her off the edge of a cliff and into the vast nothingness down below?
It rattled her just how much searing bliss he could dole out. He worked her body like he was a master craftsman and she was little more than soft wood under his hands. How she wanted to be shaped, to be carved out and then filled with him, and the violent force of that need frightened her.
Lord Kargorr’s dark green cock was enormous now, the head emerging from the skin. A thick vein pulsed along the shaft, and white fluid drizzled from the slotted tip. How he craved her, too, though he kept a tight rein on himself. At this moment, red glinted at the edges of his eyes, and she thought that taut rope of control was snapping one thread at a time.
“Little deer,” he murmured, sliding his finger free with a slurping noise. He dragged it up through her folds, over her supremely tender clit, and she writhed under him. “Will you let me in?”
Cedar blinked up at him. He had never asked , simply taken. Those eyes were intense, brows sharp over them, as he stroked himself with his other hand. His great belly heaved as he awaited her answer, his knees keeping her legs spread wide and open for him.
Of course she wanted nothing more. She didn’t just need him—she would, most certainly, perish if she couldn’t have him inside her again. But the hurt was sharp and crystalline, shaped into a dagger that was still plunged deep into her heart.
Yet, she ached. She craved. Her body pleaded for reunion and for release.
What if it couldn’t be fixed, but created new again? Perhaps she had to throw away this older version of herself and make a fresh one that could be with him. Otherwise, she might never have peace.
So Cedar nodded and spread her thighs further apart, her heart a skittering drum in her chest.
“Yes,” she said. “Come in.”
Kargorr snarled low in his throat, then fisted his cock even harder. Curling one hand under her, he drew her leg up over his hip to grant him access, and the ferocity in his eyes made her shudder. Never once did his gaze leave hers as he dragged his cock over her sensitive center, up to her shy bud and then down again, until that fat, wide, mushroom head was squeezing into her.
Cedar had forgotten how big he was, how his heavy, swollen cock had to force its way inside her. She was still tender from her climax and oh, how her body rioted in the most glorious way as he spread her wide for himself.
Then Kargorr paused and slowly pulled his fat cock back out. Cedar whimpered, because all she wanted, all she needed , was for him to finish what he’d begun. His lower lip curled as he pushed back in a second time, his thoroughly slick cockhead gliding through. Just that shadow of what he would feel like soon, buried in her, dragged a moan from her mouth.
“Is that what you like, little deer?” he asked, barely contained within her. He lowered himself on one elbow until she could feel his breath on her face. Her eyes traced the whitish skin of the scar that split his brow, cut jagged over the bridge of his nose, across his cheek to the groove in his tusk.
“Y-yes,” she managed as he withdrew once more, leaving her empty, only to push her open again. “Yes, it... it...” As he moved faster, one short, shallow stroke after another, her words broke off. She whimpered and whined, her head thrown back, her legs winding around his hips. If he didn’t take her soon, all of her, she might just burst into flames.
“More,” she finally cried, raising blazing eyes to his. Cedar didn’t miss the smirk that crossed his face as he obeyed, slipping in even deeper, demanding that she give to him. And give she did, welcoming him inside her, to the place where even she knew he belonged.
Still Kargorr toyed with her, venturing farther before retreating, then farther again. Each stroke he claimed more of her, somehow dousing her flames and nursing them even brighter at the same time. His hand crept up to her breast, taking on the weight of it as he thrust at a steady, rhythmic speed, still only teasing her with a fraction of what she knew he could offer. Despite the whirlwind that threatened to lift her off the ground and hurl her away, Cedar held Kargorr’s steady gaze, daring him and begging him to give her everything. He plucked her nipple, then soothed it with his palm, and Cedar found her hips jerking, her voice coming out a pathetic whine as her body hungered to be filled.
“My yapira ,” he said, voice husky as his hand slid up her chest to her cheek. There he cupped it around her ear, holding her firm and soft underneath him. Leaning down, Kargorr paused with his lips only inches from hers. “Say that you are mine.”
The words almost tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them, as desperate as she was to have it all. Once upon a time, he had asked this of her—demanded that she submit to him, and she never had, even as he drowned her in her ecstasy.
“No.” She wanted the word to come out stronger, but she was steeped in the fullness he brought her, and the completeness he promised her. “No, I’m not.”
Cedar thought certainly he would stop, that Kargorr would punish her for not giving him the answer he wanted by ending this. Instead, he groaned atop her and sank his cock even deeper on his next thrust. It tore an answering cry from her lips, because he still wasn’t there, not quite there, where she so desperately needed him. Again he glared down at her, fire burning at the edges of his eyes.
“You won’t say you’re mine?” he demanded, withdrawing himself again, hovering on the edge of her. She canted her hips up, desperate to bring him back in, while nodding furiously. As long as he kept her a secret, she would never give in to this request.
“No,” Cedar managed between gasping breaths.
Kargorr grit his teeth and finally, at long last, buried himself deep inside her. It sent a burst of heat racing across her body, to her hands and feet and throat. Once more he reeled his hips back, and once more he drove his cock in, demanding that she make room for him. Her cry was louder this time, and her hands gripped his shoulders tight, her legs locking around his hips. His hot breath fell across her cheeks as he plunged in again and again, filling her so full she thought she might splinter into pieces. Every stroke dragged the head of his cock along her channel, sending sparks from her belly up to her throat.
Then, she felt them: those two thick lumps at the base of him teased the edges of her, striking her tight opening with each thrust. Kargorr growled low in his chest.
“You will take my sarga ,” he grunted, seizing her hips so he could drag her up even higher, changing his angle to an even more searingly blissful degree. “My orcling will grow fat and strong inside you. And I will fuck you like this,” he drove in hard, seeking out that tender place inside her and yanking a scream from her lips, “until you know you are mine.”
Cedar had no words left as that bulge worked its way in, further and further with every snap of his hips, until nonsense was tumbling from her lips. Surely they would never fit inside her, not with how close she was, how tight he had wound her. But her pussy was soft for him, open for him, and when they at last slipped inside, she knew he was right.
But she wouldn’t tell him, not until he could admit that he was hers, too.
Kargorr
Her obstinance was a drug, like those flower seeds he had heard about that could drive an orc to madness. She had so much will that he had been holding back his finish for too long, and his sarga begged to release inside her.
His Cedar was so lovely spread out under him, so ripe and full of life, that he bit his lip to keep from letting go too soon. No, he had work to do. His sarga made a lovely squelching with every pump of his cock, and her cries ratcheted louder and louder. Now she was squeezing him oh-so-tightly, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, her fingers digging into him like claws as she ascended. He’d never felt her so exquisitely tight, and as she finally reached her powerful finish, he struggled just to keep pumping.
“Yes, little deer,” he growled as she wailed her pleasure, as her heels dug into his back. “Scream for me.”
As his sarga swelled, he sunk into her one last time. She closed around him, sealing him inside her small body. All his muscles tensed with how glorious she felt, and with a roar, he unleashed. Cedar moaned again as he poured all of himself into her, as her perfect cunt held him fast. He managed not to fall on her, their panting breaths mingling in the air between them.
Finally, Cedar opened her brown eyes, which were soft and warm with her satisfaction, and gazed up at him. Kargorr leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, his tusk catching in her hair. With a breathless giggle, she reached up to untangle it. It was such a rare sound that he tried to memorize it, so he could keep it safe forever.
More than anything, he wanted to shout that she was his. That he had found his one, and the whole parog would recognize her.
But he couldn’t. Not until he could secure their future.
Instead, he kissed her, savoring every inch of her lips. When the swelling in his sarga finally came down, he gently withdrew himself, and his seed spilled out onto the furs. Cedar moaned as he rolled over, then curled against him.
“Little deer,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. “I must leave again.”
She stiffened in his arms, then pulled her head away. A frown tilted her full lips.
“Why?”
“I am going to propose a coalition to another parog ,” he answered. “Work together to achieve my goals.”
Cedar was quiet for a long time, and Kargorr thought perhaps she had fallen asleep.
Eventually, she spoke. “How long will you be away?” Her voice was small, uncertain. He pulled her in closer and pressed his lips to the crown of her head, inhaling her sweet scent.
“I do not know. It’s two weeks’ ride, if not longer, to reach them. It will take time to negotiate. I may have to work hard to convince Lord Gannag.”
“And then as much time to come home,” she said into his chest. Slowly, Kargorr nodded. He slid his hand down her side, then over the curve of her belly. It was still early, but he wondered if when he returned, his orcling might be larger, more prominent. The idea excited him, as much as he loathed leaving her alone for so long.
“You will have Rathka,” he said, stroking her hair. “And Kiya.”
Cedar huffed, and he was pleased to find her so reluctant to be separated. Perhaps while he was away, the wound would scab over and eventually heal.
“Rathka’s a bitch,” Cedar said, curling her hands into fists between them. “And Kiya... he’s getting older. He should be with the others.”
Kargorr sighed, wishing he didn’t have to leave her so soon, when the fence between them was just mending.
“I will return as quickly as possible,” he promised her, curling her leg around his. “To you and to our orcling.”
She sighed against him—a resigned sound—and yet she wound her arms around his waist, pressing her face to his chest.
It was the first time Kargorr had slept so soundly in weeks, with his yapira finally at his side.