18. Evelyn
Evelyn
“Well, now that you’re awake, we can continue our, ahem , research.”
Varkul stares at me. Unmoving. Unblinking. For a moment, I wonder if he didn’t hear me. And then I notice the sheet over his hips slowly begin to rise.
Ah. He heard me just fine.
My hands tremble as they move toward the thin sheet. Why did I agree to do this again? Of all the excuses I could have come up with, why did my brain default to maybe I should give the menacing orc another handjob?
Because you’re a horny idiot, Evelyn, that’s why.
Except… it’s more than just that .
It’s something else. Something big. Something I don’t fully understand.
When I’m near Varkul, my body responds in ways I can’t control. It’s not just lust or attraction — it’s like my whole being hums when he’s close. I feel it in my chest, in my gut, and in the low, thudding ache between my thighs.
When I’m near him, I feel safe. When I touch him, I feel… incredible. And when I imagine him touching me ? I get so hot I might just catch on fire.
Last time I touched the orc, I wore gloves. This time, I want to feel everything. Every inch of him. Bare.
My gut is screaming at me that we belong together. It’s crazy. I know it is. And yet, it feels so right .
My breath hitches in my throat as I peel the sheet away.
There he is.
Varkul’s massive green cock springs up, proud and hard. Thick, pulsing veins run up the length of him, and a bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. He’s already ready. For me .
I swallow hard. My knees feel unsteady. My heart beats wildly, and my mouth is dry.
I lean in, slowly, edging closer to that magnificent, throbbing shaft of his.
This has nothing to do with science anymore. I’m not here for research. I’m not hatching an escape plan.
I just want to touch him.
And taste him.
And feel him.
“Release me,” Varkul says, his deep voice snapping me out of my daze.
I glance up. He’s looking right at me, golden eyes glowing with barely restrained need. He tilts his head towards the leather straps binding his wrists.
“Release me, Evelyn.”
Instead of answering, I reach out and wrap my bare hands around the thick base of his cock.
Holy shit.
His naked skin against mine feels amazing. I feel every pulse and twitch of him in my palm. His size is staggering, the sheer weight of his cock immense.
I squeeze the base of his shaft. The orc groans, his face contorting with pleasure.
“Why should I?” I ask as my hand slides up his shaft towards the slick, swollen head.
He exhales sharply, his muscles rippling beneath his green skin. His jaw clenches.
I watch, transfixed, as his thighs flex and his abs tighten with every slow, deliberate stroke I give him.
Then his eyes snap open — hot, intense, hungry — and lock onto mine.
“So I can return the favor,” he growls.
His words hit me like a bolt of lightning — right in my core.
My breath catches and my thighs press together involuntarily. The thought of those big, green hands of his on my body flashes through my mind, and I nearly lose it right there.
My body moves automatically.
One by one, I unbuckle the straps on his wrists and ankles.
As soon as the last one falls, he moves. Fast.
One arm wraps possessively around my waist, pulling me flush against him as he sits up. His other hand cradles the back of my neck, tilting my face up to his.
We’re mere inches apart. My hands move back to his hardness, as if they belong there. His breath is warm on my lips.
My world slows down and narrows to this moment. There is only him now. There is only Varkul.
He kisses me.
His mouth is hot and demanding. His tongue — rougher than a human’s — claims me. My whole body melts as I whimper, clinging to him as pleasure explodes inside of me.
I’ve never been kissed like this before. Never been wanted like this before.
When he finally pulls back, I’m breathless, dazed, and very aware of how wet I am.
He grins.
“You were right,” he says, his voice low.
“I was?”
“Yes. We should continue our research.”
His hands slide down my body, slow and possessive. His firm touch sends shivers down my spine. As his mouth finds my throat, I realize I’m not going to stop him.
Not now.
Not ever.