Chapter Twenty-Nine
Audrey sat on Morgath’s lap in front of the roaring fireplace, her head resting against his broad chest as he rubbed her back in slow circles.
The warmth from the fire spread through the room and wrapped around them both like a blanket.
She closed her eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Today had been a lot. She’d said goodbye to her friends and watched them leave, knowing they would be safe, but feeling the loss of them all the same. It felt like the end of one chapter and the beginning of another, like her entire life had split cleanly into before and after.
Jorrad’s body had been burned outside of town in a hasty ceremony that not all the orcs had wanted to attend.
In the end, most of them had chosen to distance themselves from him and what he’d done during the war.
Many of them had even approached Audrey afterward, shy and awkward as they told her how sorry they were.
They said they admired her strength, and that it had been right for her to seek revenge.
Morgath had been correct. The horde respected her now, and she could feel the shift in how they looked at her.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Do you need anything?”
“I’d love a cup of tea,” she said, then sighed. “But I know it’s too much of a bother to go all the way to the diner to get it.”
Morgath laughed. He pushed her off his lap and stood up.
“I can make it right in our kitchen.”
Audrey blinked in confusion and followed him.
When he opened one of the cupboards to grab the tea and sugar, she saw that it was filled to the brim with supplies.
She moved past him and started opening other cupboards, finding everything she could possibly need.
Plates, cutlery, coffee, and all kinds of dry snacks lined the shelves.
There was still no fridge and no electricity, but that was fine because she’d gotten used to it by now.
The stove ran on a gas tank that Morgath must’ve brought in while she was recovering.
She watched in awe as he filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil.
He moved with confidence in the small space, pulling down a proper teapot and measuring out loose tea leaves like he’d done this a hundred times before.
When the water boiled, he poured it over the leaves and let it steep before pouring her a cup.
Audrey didn’t reach for the tea. Instead, she launched herself at him and wrapped her arms and legs around his body.
“You did all this for me?”
He caught her easily, his hands coming up to support her weight.
“I’ll do anything for you.”
The words made her heart swell. She pressed her mouth to his, coaxing his tongue into a playful battle of wills. He groaned into her mouth, his hands tightening on her hips as he carried her out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom, tea forgotten. He lay her down gently on his bed.
“Are you feeling all right?” he asked. “Are you tired or in pain?”
She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down on top of her.
“I feel perfect. I’ll feel even better once I have you inside me.”
“We shouldn’t rush,” he said. “You’re still recovering.”
“We can take it slow, if you think that’s best.”
He climbed down her body and started kissing up her bare legs, his mouth hot against her skin.
“I want to worship you,” he murmured between kisses. “I want to be good to you.”
His hands moved to the elastic of her panties. He rolled them down her legs and tossed them aside, then settled between her thighs, his breath warm against her pussy. He looked up at her once, his eyes dark with hunger, then lowered his mouth to her.
The first touch of his tongue made her gasp.
He licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, dragging his tongue through her folds and collecting her wetness.
He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until her hips jerked involuntarily.
His big hands gripped her thighs, keeping her pinned to the bed as he lapped at her.
He drank her in like he was starving for it, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that made her breath hitch.
He pushed his tongue inside her, and Audrey’s hands came to rest on his head.
Her fingers tangled in his hair. He fucked her with his tongue, pushing deep and curling it to hit places that made her see stars.
When she was thoroughly wet, he pulled back and focused on her clit again, sucking it between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
She trembled beneath him, moaning and whispering his name.
It wasn’t going to take long. She was nearly there.
The pleasure built until she was right on the edge, her thighs trembling and her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She came with a cry, her back arching off the bed as her pussy pulsed against his mouth. He didn’t stop licking until the last wave had rolled through her and left her boneless.
Morgath sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on hers as he stripped off his shirt and pants.
She watched, mesmerized, as his muscles moved beneath his green skin.
He pulled her into his lap and positioned her so that his cock pushed at her entrance, thick and already leaking.
He entered her slowly, letting her control the pace as she sank down onto him inch by inch. The stretch was just as intense as she remembered. She wondered if she’d ever get used to it, if it would ever become easier to take him.
Audrey started riding him, lifting herself almost all the way off before sinking back down.
His hands gripped her hips to help guide her.
His cock dragged against her inner walls with every thrust, hitting places deep inside her that made her vision blur.
She moved faster, chasing the pleasure that coiled tight in her belly.
His big hands moved to her breasts to cup them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in teasing circles. He pulled her dress down and pinched her nipples between his fingers. She closed her eyes, her head falling back.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “I like that. Give me more.”
Morgath bent forward and took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as she bounced on him faster. He sucked hard enough to make her cry out, switching to the other breast, then back again, never leaving her a moment to catch her breath.
Audrey’s hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, tracing the lines of old scars that covered his body. Her fingers found the three new scars, courtesy of her bullets. They were barely visible, healed completely. Had she not known what to look for, she would’ve missed them.
Morgath covered her hand with his. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his cock pushed deep inside her.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
She rode him harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“My fierce warrior queen,” he said. “Ride me, just like that.”
She couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore.
All she could do was feel. Her core was on fire, and her thighs shook with the effort of bouncing on top of him.
Sex with Morgath was definitely a workout, and she was still weak, which frustrated her to not end.
She chased the orgasm, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her eyes squeezed shut.
He slammed up into her, and the bed started to creak under their weight. She could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel the way his hands tightened on her hips as he got closer to the edge himself.
They came at the same time. She gushed all over him, and he shot stream after stream of cum right at the entrance of her womb. She collapsed forward and he caught her. For a few moments, they stayed like that, breathing heavily, the sweat that had gathered on her brow dripping onto his neck.
Audrey was too exhausted to move, so Morgath took charge and lifted her off him. He tucked her in, then lay beside her and wrapped her in his arms.
As she drifted to sleep, she realized she hadn’t taken her contraceptive pills in three days. She knew it didn’t necessarily mean anything right now, but she wondered… Was it worth starting again?
If this was going to be her new life, she might as well commit to it and do it right.