Chapter Thirteen
Audrey straightened and brushed her hands down the front of her dress. She was wearing the blue velvet one today.
“You should get in,” she said. “I’ll prepare a light meal for you.”
Morgath watched her go, his jaw clenched.
He waited until she disappeared into the workshop before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pulling them down.
The fabric was soaked through with precum.
He tossed them aside and lowered himself into the cold water, gasping as the shock of it hit his overheated skin.
The cold was brutal, making him shiver as he sank down until the water reached his chest.
For a few minutes, he was able to relax.
The heat that had consumed him for hours began to ease, and his muscles unclenched slightly.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the rim of the tub.
His breathing slowed, and the desperate throbbing in his cock dulled to something almost manageable.
He could think again, focus on something other than the relentless ache.
He thought about how he’d gotten himself into this miserable, humiliating situation. A powerful mage reduced to this, unable to control his own body, forced to hide in his hut like some pathetic creature.
And now Audrey, the last person he wanted here, was just in the next room.
He could hear her moving around, the sound of her footsteps on the wooden floor, the rustle of fabric as she rummaged through the food basket.
Every small noise she made pulled his attention and made him acutely aware of her presence.
He thought back to the institute and the first time he saw her.
He’d felt a pull toward her even then. Something about her had called to him.
He’d tried to dismiss it, tried to walk away and forget her face.
But when she put her hand on his chest and stopped him, when she looked up at him with those fierce blue eyes and refused to let him leave the room, he knew he was in trouble.
He’d been trying to fight it ever since.
Every single day, he’d been trying to convince himself that he didn’t even like her.
She was annoying, prickly, defiant – everything he should find unappealing in a female.
But the truth was that her feisty attitude turned him on more than anything.
The way she talked back to him, how she refused to be intimidated…
The way she’d looked at him when she’d stripped naked at the institute.
He’d wanted to grab her right then and bend her over the furniture, claim her in every way possible.
And by all the gods, the dresses she wore!
He knew he’d done it to himself, asking her to wear them when he should’ve just left her alone.
Apparently, he loved torturing himself. Every time she walked into a room, his cock hardened.
The way the fabric clung to her curves, the way it showed off her breasts, her hips, and those long legs…
He wanted her so badly that he couldn’t be near her anymore. That was why he’d been avoiding her, keeping his distance at dinner, not pulling her into his lap, not feeding her, though he loved doing it. But the more he ignored her, the more she entered his every thought.
When he was working in his workshop, he thought about her. When he was patrolling with his raiders, checking the borders of their territory, he thought about her. When he was lying in bed at night, trying and failing to sleep, he thought about her.
He shouldn’t feel attracted to her at all. Since he’d been pulled into the human dimension, not once had he found human females appealing. He’d found them weak, fragile, and uninteresting, nothing like the strong orc females he’d known and fucked in his world.
Audrey was different. She was bold and defiant, and she didn’t cower from him the way other humans did. She stood up to him, challenged him, and made him feel things he had no business feeling.
Surely, it was because he hadn’t fucked someone in years.
Sixteen years of celibacy, to be more exact, sixteen years of denying himself the most basic pleasures because he refused to accept they were trapped here forever.
Maybe his body was just desperate for release, for connection, for the feel of being inside a warm, tight body.
Maybe it had nothing to do with Audrey specifically.
But he knew that was a lie. He knew it was her, only her, and if it were any other woman, he probably wouldn’t be in this condition at all.
The bathroom door opened, and Audrey reentered carrying a wooden bowl filled with sliced fruit.
“You’ll eat it all, okay? You need fruit for hydration. It will help your system process the potion you ingested.”
Her gaze found him, and she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes went wide and her lips parted. She nearly dropped the bowl.
Morgath followed her gaze down his chest and stomach, and saw what she was staring at. His cock was sticking up above the surface of the water, dark green, thick and heavy, the head flushed almost black. Precum was weeping from the tip, dripping into the water in a milky stream.
The cold bath had done absolutely nothing. He was still rock hard, in agony, and desperate for relief that wouldn’t come.
Quickly, he tried to cover himself with his hands, but the moment his palms touched his cock, he moaned loudly.
The sound was raw and pained, echoing off the bathroom walls.
His back arched, and his hips lifted out of the water, pushing his cock further into his own grip.
He couldn’t stop himself from moving, couldn’t stop the desperate thrust of his hips.
Audrey made a small sound. It was a quiet “oh”, almost a gasp.
“Leave! Get out,” he begged. “Leave the fruit on the floor, if you really must, but please go.”
Audrey didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at him with her lips parted and her cheeks stained pink. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her eyes locked on his cock, where he held it down with both hands. Eventually, she did move, but not toward the door.
She walked to the tub, setting the bowl on the sink. She sat down on the edge of the tub, her eyes never leaving his cock. It was as if she were entranced.
“So, you tried to masturbate and it didn’t work,” she said thoughtfully. “What if I do it? If you say I’m the cause of this... um... problem, maybe I’m the solution? Maybe... my touch, I mean, could help.”
Morgath looked up at her, struggling to process what she’d just said. He couldn’t believe she was suggesting this, couldn’t believe she was offering to touch him when he’d spent weeks pushing her away.
He realized he had no idea what Audrey thought about him. If she wanted him at all, if she was attracted to him in any way. He’d tried so hard to ignore her, and he knew any woman would resent him for it. But apparently, she did care about him in some way, otherwise she wouldn’t be here.
“You don’t have to do it,” he said. “I mean, don’t do it because you want to help. I don’t need your help, I’m fine.”
Even as he said it, his cock throbbed painfully in his hand. He was not fine at all.
She bit her lip and smiled at him.
It made his stomach tighten.
“Maybe I want to do it because... well... I want to... Maybe I’m curious.”
“Curious about what?”
“About what your cock might feel like in my hands.”
At that, he arched into his own hands with a shameless groan. His head fell back against the tub, and his eyes closed. The water wasn’t cold anymore. It had turned warm from the sheer heat of his body. His cock was as hard as ever, and there was a dull pain in his balls that made him want to howl.
“Come on, let me,” Audrey said softly. “It might work, and this will all be over. Why be in pain?”
Was it him? Had his brain turned to mush, or could he hear desire in her voice? No, it wasn’t just him, because he could smell her arousal too, sweet and thick in the air, mixing with the scent of his own sweat.
Reluctantly, he removed his hands. His cock bounced up proudly above the surface of the water, so hard it was nearly vertical.
He watched in awe as Audrey leaned over him, her small hands reaching for it.
The cursed member literally twitched toward her, as if drawn to her touch.
Of course she was wearing that damn blue dress, the one that clung to every curve and made him want to rip it off her body.
As she leaned over, he could see straight down her cleavage.
He could see the swell of her full breasts and the pale skin scattered with freckles.
His cock wept in response, more precum spilling from the tip and running down his shaft.
Audrey wrapped her hands around his cock and time stopped. It was so thick that she needed both hands. Her fingers didn’t even come close to meeting around his girth.
The moment her skin touched his, Morgath groaned deep in his chest. It was different from his own touch, softer and gentler, but also more intense. Maddening.
She started to stroke him slowly, one hand wrapped around the base and the other around the middle.
She pumped him in a steady rhythm, up and down, up and down, and his hips bucked involuntarily into her touch.
He gripped the edges of the tub so hard his knuckles turned a lighter shade of green.
He had to force himself not to thrust up into her hands like some filthy animal.
The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in his cock on fire, every stroke of her hands sending pleasure shooting up his spine.
Her hands slid easily over his length, slick with his precum that just kept coming. She twisted her wrists slightly as she stroked, and he nearly came right then. His whole body went rigid, and his balls drew up tight. He had to grit his teeth to hold back the orgasm that was already building.
He could feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. He was making sounds he’d never made before, grunts and groans, low growls that seemed to come from the depths of his being.
His breathing was ragged and harsh, and he couldn’t stop watching her hands on his cock. He was mesmerized.
Morgath wanted to grab Audrey and pull her into the tub with him.
He wanted to rip that dress off her and see her naked, wanted to touch every inch of her.
He imagined spilling on her breasts, watching his cum drip down between them.
He imagined being inside her, feeling her tight heat wrapped around his cock, filling her with his cum until it dripped out of her and ran down her thighs.
Audrey picked up the pace, her hands moving faster.
She focused on the head of his cock, running her thumb over the sensitive tip and spreading the precum around.
Then she stroked down his full length again, using both hands in a twisting motion that made his vision go white.
She returned to the head, circling it with her palms and squeezing gently, then stroked the full length with long, firm movements that made his toes curl.
She squeezed him with just the right amount of pressure, fully focused on him and his reactions.
Morgath could feel it coming, the pressure building to an unbearable point. His body was taut, every muscle locked and straining. His cock swelled even more in her hands, throbbing and pulsing with every beat of his heart. He was right on the edge, teetering there, so close he could barely breathe.
He came hard. His body convulsed, and his hips thrust out of the water, lifting him almost completely out of the tub.
Ropes of thick, white cum shot from his cock with so much force that he couldn’t control where they went.
The first rope hit Audrey right in the face, splashing across her cheek.
The second hit her chin and dripped down her neck.
More cum splashed on her chest and the top of her dress, soaking into the fabric.
It just kept coming, and he couldn’t stop, couldn’t do anything but thrust into her hands and spill himself all over her.
She didn’t stop rubbing him, didn’t pull away even though she was covered in his seed. She kept stroking, kept milking every last drop until his cock finally stopped pulsing. His seed covered her hands and dripped from her fingers. There was so much of it that it was running down her arms.
He collapsed back against the tub, his chest heaving. For a moment, just a brief, blessed moment, he felt relief. His muscles went slack, and his cock softened slightly.
They stared at each other.
Morgath watched as Audrey’s tongue darted out to lick some of the cum at the corner of her mouth. His eyes widened when she used a finger to gather more from her cheek and push it between her lips. She was tasting him. Willingly.
He growled in fresh pain as his cock hardened again. He realized, with a sinking feeling, that nothing had changed. The relief had lasted maybe thirty seconds before the potion’s effects came roaring back.
“Well,” Audrey said. “It was worth a try. Plan B?”