18. Ostor
Chapter 18
Ostor
M y mate. My precious mate.
She wanted me. Ostor. No one else if only for tonight. I would show her everything. All my strength and even my vulnerability. I would bare myself to her and pray to the fates that she wouldn’t reject me.
Still kissing her, I carried her to the bed and laid her on the soft surface, following her down, curling around her body that already strained toward mine.
Rosey's sweet scent drifted through the air around us, wrapping around me in ways I'd never experienced before. Her soft lips molded to mine as I traced my hand along the contours of her body with reverence. I didn't want to break the moment, to rush this.
Moonlight filtered in through the open curtains, highlighting her curves, her smooth, flawless skin that glowed like the finest jewel. Her eyes, those pools of blue, locked onto mine, reflecting a mix of wonder, longing, and trust. This made me crave her even more.
I kissed her again, and she clung to my shoulders, her nails gently grazing my neck, drawing a growl from deep within me. I molded my palm to her breast, feeling the softness yield under my touch. Every caress drew out a gasp from her, feeding my eagerness to explore her in any way possible.
She nudged me up, and I backed onto my knees, watching as she quickly removed her sleep top. The dim light fell on her body, creating dancing shadows in the valley between her breasts. Those perky points called out for my attention, beckoning me to taste and worship them.
Lying back, she tugged me down onto her again, our mouths meeting in a searing kiss. Our tongues entwined, and every panting breath she took echoed through me. She explored wherever she could reach, frantic as if she couldn't get enough, as if every bit of her was unraveling to reveal a new layer of need.
I kissed down her throat, savoring the way her pulse fluttered. When I reached her breasts, I lingered, drawing out a moan from her as I stroked and kissed each peak. The sounds she made sunk through me, and my cock jerked upward, eager to find its way inside her.
A part of me still feared I wouldn’t be enough. I was a big, bumbling orc who didn't understand human traditions or even basic human conversation. She deserved more, someone who could move through her world with ease. Not a brutish male like me who knew more about wrangling sorhoxes than social customs.
But when Rosey moaned beneath me, her body arching to meet mine, my worries began to fall to the side. She stroked my face and shoulders with a fury, as if she was driven by a need that matched my own.
I wanted her more than air, food, or even my survival. This longing wasn't only physical; it ached in my bones, a deep, visceral yearning that encompassed everything I was and would ever be.
As she panted beneath me, reacting to my simple touch, I kissed down her body, savoring how sweetly she responded, how amazing she tasted. I traced the gentle curve of her hip, her thighs, until I reached the warm, inviting space between her legs. She spread for me, welcoming me in a way that echoed across my soul.
I slid my fingers inside her, and a shuddering growl tore through me. She was perfect, her body opening for me, her lungs releasing sharp gasps as I stroked her. I found her clit and circled it with my thumb, drawing out a deep moan from her core.
She bucked up to meet my hand. I wanted to consume her, to claim her in every way possible. My body vibrated with a visceral ache. My every nerve was on fire for her alone.
The scent of her arousal filled me, driving me nearly feral. I licked across her center, and her taste exploded on my tongue. I licked and sucked, desperate to hear her cries of joy, to feel her body pulse with release.
Her thighs tightened around my head, her hands clutching my hair as she arched against my mouth. Every quiver of her body, every gasp and moan she let loose, showed me how much she needed what only I could give her. I savored every shudder she gave me, every moan that showed I was making this as perfect as I could.
As her climax shook through her, I pumped my fingers harder and faster inside her, determined to push her over the edge. Her cries filled the room, her body quaking as she reached the peak. I drew out her satisfaction, swallowing every gasp and moan like the sweetest of orc wines.
When she finally came down, her body falling to the bed, limp and sated, I lifted my head to meet her gaze. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed from the pleasure I, Ostor, had given her.
I gave her a moment to savor the glow still suffusing her face. Her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed into the soft bedding. My aching need to join with her was a beast clawing at my insides, demanding to be set free.
I slowed the rhythm of my fingers, savoring the slickness coating them. Her wetness glistened on my skin, and I marveled at how she'd responded to my touch. It was a gift, one I cherished with every part of my being.
Reaching up, I stroked her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight bud. I watched, transfixed, as her eyelids fluttered closed again, her lips parting on a soft purr. The sight of her like this, lost in the pleasure I was giving her, was more than I could’ve ever dreamed of.
I continued to pump my fingers slowly in and out of her, loving the way her hips began to move to meet them. When I was certain she was ready for more, I ran my thumb across her clit, circling the sensitive nub, coaxing her body back to the brink of where I needed her most.
Her moans grew louder, her movements more frantic. When I could tell she was teetering, ready to fall, I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my mouth. Her taste made my head spin.
Her eyes dark with desire, she rose, stroking a fingertip down my erection through the fabric of my briefs. “I want all of you, Ostor.” I nearly came from the husky longing in her voice. “Will you give everything to me?”
My heart swelled. This incredible woman was asking for me, the orc who had stumbled into her life not long ago. How could I deny her anything when she looked at me with such open desire and trust?
“Take me. Love me,” I rasped. Such a heartfelt plea in my croaky voice.
She continued to rub me, her fingers tracing up and down the length of my cock. I groaned, the sensation almost too much to bear. I’d never felt this cherished, this wanted.
Sliding off the bed, my heart thundered like a wild sorhox racing across the open plains. I reached for the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down, stepping out of them with nervous heat. My cock, long and thick, jutted up, the emerald-green shaft engorged with need.
Rosey sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes level with my straining erection. A soft gasp escaped her lips. “Your cock is beautiful. So different than any I've seen before.” Tilting her head, she took in every detail, her curiosity hanging in the air between us.
I had to explain, had to make sure she understood my differences from a man.
“This is a coorail.” I pointed at one of the spiraling strands adorning my shaft. “They're natural to orcs, unlike the piercings your kind possess. They mature as we do, growing along with every other part of our body. Each coorail has a bead along the thin strand that vibrates when we're aroused.” I studied her face, worried I'd find fear or revulsion, but all I found was wonder and a deepening need.
“And these?” She gently traced a fingertip along one of the thick veins snaking across my cock, making me quiver.
“They carry additional blood when we're excited.” The words came out husky, my voice betraying the depth of my arousal. “They help with stamina.”
“I’m all for stamina.” A smile curled her lips. “I can't wait.” She wrapped her fingers around my shaft. The feel of her touch sent a jolt of bliss through me. “I've never seen anything like it before.”
I groaned as she stroked me, her grip tentative at first, then growing bolder as she found a rhythm that matched the guttural cries rising from deep within my chest. The beads on my coorails pulsed, adding an extra layer of sensation. “Rosey,” I growled, my eyes closing as I savored how wonderful it was to be with her like this.
“Does it feel good?”
“Too good.” I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock deeper into her grasp. “Amazing. You’re going to make me come.”
“Not too soon. Remember, stamina.” Her laugh came out throaty. “I'm just getting started.”
My breath hitched as her tongue darted out, tasting the precum beading at the tip of my cock. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Cinnamon? I need more.”
As she took more of my shaft into her mouth, I wove my fingers through her hair, gently holding her in place. The sensation of her wet heat surrounding me was too much to bear. Every part of me trembled with the effort of holding back, of not thrusting forward to bury myself deep in her throat.
I watched her, this incredible woman who was fearlessly exploring my body, and my heart swelled with awe. This wasn't just about physical pleasure. This was Rosey showing me that she accepted all of me in a way I'd never dared hope for.
Tension shot through me, a rising tide that would soon sweep me away. When I could bear it no longer, I nudged her away, my chest heaving. “Enough.”
“Nowhere near enough,” she said with a sly smile, dropping back on the bed and stretching. Her hands rose to pinch her nipples, and my groan ripped up my throat. While she continued to tug and roll one nipple, her other hand slid down between her legs. She stabbed two fingers inside her wetness, and my cock throbbed, eager to replace her hand.
I moved over her, my body shaking with the force of my desire, and tugged her fingers away, positioning myself at her entrance.
With a deep, shuddering breath, I pushed forward, slowly entering her. Tight and wet, the feel of her surrounding me was going to make me explode.
I paused, giving her time to adjust to my size and my coorails with their quivering beads.
“My god,” she moaned. “Where have you been all my life?”
My laugh snorted out. “Waiting for you, Rosey. Only you.”