Chapter Fifteen
The fog of lust had lifted slightly, and Morgath could finally form coherent thoughts that didn’t revolve around burying himself inside Audrey.
He blinked at her, unsure whether he understood her proposal right.
Her pale, freckled skin was glowing, and his cum dripped from her cheeks and chin. More of it was caught in her short red hair. Dollops covered her chest. But what was truly different was the way she looked at him. She drank him in with hunger, her eyes dark and wanting.
It scared him more than he wanted to admit.
Morgath took a step back and snatched the blanket off the bed. He wrapped it around his waist quickly, covering himself, even though his cock was still hard, and the blanket tented obscenely over his erection.
For the time being, his lust didn’t control him completely. He’d just come twice, and he could think again. Could make decisions that weren’t driven purely by the barbaric need to fuck her.
“No,” he said.
He walked out of the bedroom and back into his workshop.
Audrey pouted and followed him into the destroyed space.
“Why not? It might actually work this time.”
“I will not be your charity case,” he sneered at her. “I won’t sleep with you in these conditions. Not when I’m like this. Not when you’re only doing it to help me.”
Audrey sighed. Looking at the state he was in, battling his desire for her with some sort of guilt she didn’t understand, she didn’t think it was a good idea to argue with him.
For a few minutes, she just watched him moving around the workshop, picking up shattered glass and righting overturned furniture.
He prepared fresh herbs and started grounding them in the mortar, then started the gas stove and placed a pot on it to cook some concoction.
He didn’t look at her once while he worked.
Audrey was more disappointed than she should’ve been.
She’d done all those things for him, made him come twice with her hands and her mouth, and it appeared she was going to get nothing in return.
His words were like a cold shower, dousing the heat that had been building in her body.
She felt rejected like never before. When he’d ignored her, she hadn’t cared because she knew it was just a game, part of the act they were putting on for his horde.
But now it was serious. She’d let her guard down with him, shown him how much she wanted him, and he was behaving like she wasn’t even there.
She thought maybe it was a good idea for them not to fuck. It would suck so much if he got his rocks off again and then treated her like part of the furniture. At least, this way, she knew where she stood with him.
“Whatever,” she said.
She went to take a bath. She had to drain the tub first, then fill it with fresh water. It didn’t take her long to realize the water didn’t come on hot no matter which way she turned the tap.
“Huh.”
She considered just taking a cold bath, but when she dipped her hand in to test it, it was freezing. Her hand went numb instantly, and she jerked it back out with a hiss.
With a sigh, she returned to Morgath.
“I need to take a bath and the water is cold,” she told him in a pissed-up voice.
“Go home and take a bath,” he said without looking up from his work.
“I can’t walk around town like this.” She gestured to herself. “Look at me, it’s humiliating.”
When he finally looked at her, she was surprised to see his expression soften.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel humiliated.”
That angered Audrey more than anything else he could’ve said.
“Well, I do feel humiliated, Morgath!”
His eyes widened.
“Because I was vulnerable with you, touched you, took you in my mouth, and now you’re acting like I’m not even here,” she continued, her voice rising.
“I never asked you to do those things,” he said. “I explicitly told you to leave.”
“I didn’t want to leave! Stop lying to me and to yourself! You clearly want me, and you enjoyed every minute of it.”
She turned on her heel and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her hard.
She peeled off her dress, tossed it on the floor in a crumpled heap, and decided to just take her bath cold.
Because it was true, she couldn’t walk around town like this.
She stepped into the tub, and the moment her skin came into contact with the freezing water, she started shaking.
She stood there, trying to convince herself to submerge fully.
But her body was covered in goosebumps, and she couldn’t make herself do it.
Morgath opened the door gently and peered in. When Audrey didn’t send him away, he walked in and approached her carefully.
Audrey tried to hide her nakedness, pressing one arm across her breasts and a hand between her legs.
The orc captain moved closer and hovered his hand over the water. He whispered a few words, and the air shimmered with his magic.
“I am truly sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to offend you, but clearly I did. You’re right. I do want you more than anything, and that frightens me.”
Audrey lowered herself into the tub and sighed at the perfect temperature.
She could see that Morgath was uncomfortable, standing there awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands.
Under the blanket around his waist, his cock was hard.
It became harder as he couldn’t take his eyes off her body.
She parted her legs and let him see the red curls there.
“I want you, too. It doesn’t make sense, but I do.”
She thought to herself that she was in deep. She had no idea where this would lead. Maybe she could treat it as a one-night stand, a mistake that happened once, and then they could both move on. Or she could have fun with him and get on with her plan at the same time.
Sex didn’t have to be complicated. Feelings didn’t have to be involved.
“Would you like to wash me?” she asked.
He dragged a breath in, released it slowly, and nodded.
He knelt beside the tub and picked up a bar of soap and a washcloth.
His hands were gentle despite their size, his touch careful, like he was afraid of hurting her.
He ran the soapy cloth over her shoulders and down her arms, then washed her neck and collarbone with slow, deliberate strokes.
“You can touch me wherever you want,” she said, her head falling back against the edge of the tub, her eyes fluttering closed.
Morgath moved to her breasts and cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped and arched into his touch, but he didn’t linger. He washed over her belly, then his hands slipped lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and hips like he was memorizing the shape of her.
When he slipped his hand between her legs, Audrey opened for him without hesitation. He rubbed her with his fingers, his touch gentle and exploratory. He found her clit and circled it with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her moan.
A finger slipped inside her, and she was so wet, so ready, that it slid in easily. He pushed deeper, thrust in and out at a steady pace, while watching her face and registering her every reaction. He seemed to be so fascinated with her that he was forgetting how to breathe.
Audrey looked at him from beneath her heavy eyelashes, biting her lip.
She started playing with her breasts as he fingered her, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers, arching into his touch, riding his hand.
He curled his fingers and found that spot that made her see stars, while his thumb never stopped working her clit.
He knew what he was doing. His years of celibacy hadn’t affected his skills in this department, and Audrey wondered how many female orcs he’d had in his bed before he was ripped from his world.
Not that it mattered. This thing between them was fleeting, and she certainly wasn’t jealous.
Because she had no intention of keeping him.
Audrey’s thighs trembled, her breath came in short gasps, the pressure building so high that she couldn’t help crying out. She came hard, her pussy fluttering around his finger, but he didn’t stop. He drew out her orgasm, making it last as long as possible, until she was gasping and oversensitive.
“I need more,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
Morgath nodded and lifted her from the tub, one arm around her back, the other under her knees. Water streamed off her body, dripping onto the floor and soaking his feet. He carried her into the bedroom as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He lay her on the bed and looked at her with what Audrey could only describe as reverence. It was for her body, though, not her as a person, so she tried not to think too hard about it.
“Plan C?” he asked.
“Yes please.”
He removed the blanket from around his waist. The head of his hard cock dripped precum onto her thigh as he positioned himself between her legs.
Could she take him? It was too late for doubts.