Chapter 25 #2
I unfasten his pants and push them down. Next go his black boxer shorts. His thick, green cock bounces in front of me, already hard and ready. The slit at the crown leaks seed. I wrap my hand around him, still surprised at how he’s so thick my fingers don’t meet.
“Sit,” I tell him, guiding him toward the edge of the bed. I’m still in my silk wedding dress and I’ve never felt more powerful in my life. I kick off my heels and kneel again between his thighs.
“Anna—” His voice is strained.
I lean in and lick him from base to tip, lapping up a bit of that moisture from the slit. His whole body shudders. “I love you,” I tell him, then take him into my mouth.
I stroke him tight, just how I know he likes. I take him deeper, then pull back. “I love that you feed Dinah treats when you think I’m not looking.”
And then I suck hard, while I keep a hand at the base, moving with fast strokes. He groans, hands fisting in the blankets.
“I love that you asked for my consent even when you were feral.” I suck the head of his cock, swirl my tongue. “Even out of your mind, you gave me a choice.”
“Anna—” His voice is wrecked.
“I love that you make me feel safe.” I take him as deep as I can, which is difficult. He’s so big I can barely fit him, but I’m determined. Then I pause again. “I love that you think I’m beautiful.”
I get back to work, finding a rhythm with with my hand and mouth together, feeling his thighs tense under my hands. “I love that you’re mine,” I whisper against his cock. “My husband. My orc.”
“Close—” He grits out. “Anna, I’m going to—”
I don’t stop, but pull back slightly, keep stroking him firmly. I know what he wants. He told me once, in a heated moment, about his fantasy. “I want you to come on me,” I tell him, looking up through my lashes.
His eyes go black. “What?”
“Your fantasy.” I use my free hand to tug down the top of my dress, freeing my breasts. The silk pools at my waist. “Mark me. I’m yours.”
The sound he makes isn’t human.
I stroke him faster, watching his face. His head falls back, cords standing out in his neck.
“I’m getting ready to come,” he grits.
A few more strokes and he’s not kidding, it starts shooting out, hot and thick across my breasts. I lean forward, making sure all his warm seed lands directly on my skin.
He watches it happen, transfixed, a low growl rumbling continuously in his chest. His seed streaks across my skin, marking me as his. When he finishes, he’s breathing hard. Staring at me like I’m something sacred.
And then I touch it with the tip of my finger and lick it off my skin.
“Mine,” he rasps. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I agree. “Always.”
He pulls me up onto the bed before I can even think about cleaning up. Flips me onto my back, looming over me with dark eyes. “My turn,” he growls, and the look on his face makes me shiver.
He strips the dress off me carefully — it’s my wedding dress, after all — but quickly.
My underwear is rolled off and soon we’re both naked.
Then he’s between my thighs, his mouth on me, returning the favor with devastating skill.
He knows my body by now. Knows exactly what I like, exactly how to touch me.
His tongue works me mercilessly, his tusks scraping gently against my inner thighs.
I come hard, crying out his name, my hands gripping his horns.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s hard again and sliding inside me. Finally. God, finally. He takes his time at first, watching my face as he fills me slowly. Then his control snaps and he’s moving faster, harder, driving into me with a force that makes me see stars.
“I love it when you fuck me hard,” I gasp.
He continues to hit that perfect spot inside of me and I’m riding the wave of another orgasm. And then he stills above me, as he’s coming again. I love how I can always feel the heat of him jetting inside of me.
Afterward, we bring pillows and bedding and move out to the front room to lie tangled together in the firelight.
Keric cleaned me up gently and now we’re just existing in the quiet. His arm wrapped around my waist, my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong.
“Keric.” My voice comes out quieter than I intended. “I need to tell you something.” I take his hand and guide it to rest on my stomach. Feel the warmth of his palm against my skin.
“I’m pregnant.”
I watch his face in the firelight. See the emotions move across it…wonder and joy. His hand presses more firmly against my belly.
“I took a test. It was positive.” I pause. “I figure I’m about six weeks along now. I’ll need to see the doctor in town soon, the one I heard about who’s experienced with humans carrying orcs.”
“Anna?”
“Yes?”
“You are certain that you are okay with having only orcs sons as your offspring…”
“Oh Keric, of course I’m okay with that.
Remember you, and everyone else here made sure that I knew what I was getting into first, before I made any decisions.
I knew I’d get pregnant right away and we’d be starting a family and I’d only have sons.
” I meet his eyes. “I’m happy to be carrying our son.
And I want you to know, the only person I told before you was Ellie, and she’s happy that we’re both pregnant about the same time and our sons will grow up together. ”
He makes a sound low in his chest and pulls me closer, burying his face in my neck.
When he pulls back, his eyes are wet. I’ve never seen him cry before.
“You’ve made me the happiest male alive,” he says, voice breaking. “First you agreed to be my Bride. Then my wife. And now you’re giving me an offspring.”
Happy tears slide down my cheeks. “I found out a few days ago and I’ve been trying to figure out the right moment, I wanted to make it special, so I decided to wait to tell you until tonight. I hope that was okay…”
“The timing is perfect.”
I pull him forward for a big kiss. “I love you, Keric Irontree.”
His hand presses warm against my belly. “I love you too. Both of you.”