Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
OTIS.
It takes a while to bring Clem up to speed on the plan to infiltrate Sparkle.
“So you’ll be placing bugs in the heart of Sparkle City. Even inside Ronald DeVine’s tower?” she says, frowning.
Jax nods. Clem’s brows draw tighter. “What if they see you, Jax?”
“They won’t, I’ll be wearing the portal cape.”
“It’s not foolproof. I saw your boots sticking out.”
“First time I’d worn it. I won’t make that mistake again.”
Clem is still frowning.
“The portal cape gets more efficient the more often you wear it,” I reassure her. “It needs to get to know your personality.”
“You mean it’s got consciousness?”
“The cape is a sentient being of sorts, yes,” I answer.
“Wow, that’s wild,” Clem murmurs.
“We’re as sure as we can be that your old boss, Marsha Winters, is a malefic, possibly even the ringleader,” Jax says.
“And that Ronald DeVine, as the mayor of Sparkle, is utilizing malediction to remain in absolute power. We don’t know exactly what they are planning, but we do know they intend to resume living on the Earth’s surface.
We believe their game plan is to find a way to harness the monsters ability to breathe Earth’s air, then destroy the Labyrinth in an almighty war.
Now they know that Sammy and Arlo’s youngling could potentially breathe Earth air, they’ll stop at nothing to find out how.
That’s why Sammy has to hide. And that’s why breaking into their headquarters, gaining access to their secrets, is our only chance to outsmart them. ”
“I get that. I just wish it wasn’t you doing it, Jax.”
“Jax knows Sparkle inside out from years of searching for your mom,” I explain.
“I’m the only logical choice, Clem,” Jax agrees.
“But if they catch you, what then?”
“They won’t. I have superhuman skills, thanks to my inner wolf. Plus, the portal cape will keep me invisible. They’ll never suspect it’s weedy little Jax Summers. They believe I’m doing my job down here, like a good little peripheral. Thanks to virtual Jax beaming up to them.”
“Where’s virtual Jax kept?” Clem asks.
“In a computer on my desk.” I try not to puff up with pride as Clem gives me an admiring look. “You did that? You coded in a fake Jax? You’re so clever Otis.”
“Yeah, well.” I try to shrug it off like it’s nothing, when really, it’s my finest achievement. “I’d like to take full credit, but there’s also the runes that I added to the coding, so I’m not honestly sure if it’s magic or coding that makes it work. But it does.”
“That’s incredible.”
I flush with pleasure, but try to look modest.
“Okay, well, now you know the whole story, I’m off.” Jax unfurls from his chair. “I’ve gotta walk all the way back to the station and grab my bike, thanks to Otis dragging my ass here,” he grumbles.
“Admit it, you feel better getting it off your chest,” I challenge.
“Yeah, okay. You win.”
Clem and I see him to the door and they hug again. Then we watch him amble down the alleyway, hands in his pockets, but his step is lighter, his head held higher than I’ve seen in a long while.
I close the door and turn to Clem, and she runs into my arms.
“Thank you so much for making him to talk to me,” she says as I pick her up and she nuzzles into my neck. “It all makes sense now.”
“He thought you’d judge him, I guess, either for taking drugs or being a werewolf, or both.”
“He should know me better than that. Though I accept I did make a fuss about wolves initially. But I don’t care.
Whatever—or whoever he is now, I’ll always love him.
” She pulls back and tilts her head. “I guess I’ll have other questions as time goes on, but right now, there’s something more pressing,” she murmurs in my ear.
“Which is?”
“I can’t resist a guy in uniform.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Most definitely.”
Her legs splay wide around my hips, and her skirt ruffles up as my big hand moves up her thighs. Her panties are already damp, and the heady smell of her arousal makes me salivate.
She starts playing with my belt buckle and pouts, her green eyes bright with lust. “Sherriff, I’m just about to be a very bad girl.” She unbuckles me right there in the hallway and frees my already hard cock.
“You may have to tie me up to stop me.” She pulls my belt out and hands it to me.
I eye her with uncertainty. “You want…”
“Well, unless you have handcuffs?”
I hesitate, and she tilts her chin, eyes sparking a challenge.
“Tie me to the bedpost. And then, sir, you can have your wicked way with me. Because I have been such a bad, bad girl.”
Oh fuck. I have never done anything like this, but with Clem, it sounds too good to resist. To think of her helplessly squirming while I tease her into submission, makes my libido sing.
It’s been an intense morning, and we both need to let off some steam.
“Tell me I’m a bad girl,” she demands.
“You’re a bad girl. And for that, you deserve to be punished,” I growl.
And with that, I toss her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and her little ass is so inviting, I dare to push up her skirt and paddle it with the flat of my palm. She kicks her legs out gleefully and squeals, “More!”
Grinning lasciviously, I smack her ass cheeks a little harder. Seeing the red mark, I soothe it with my touch, then slap her again, just a little harder every time, the sound ringing along the tunneled-out walls.
She giggles, and I scent her arousal grow stronger as my own increases.
I stride into the bedroom, haul her off my shoulders and throw her—gently—onto the bed, where she squirms and writhes, watching me out of hungry eyes. I rip off my clothes, then wriggle her out of her skirt and blouse until she’s left in just her pretty, lacy panties.
And then I take my belt. “Arms above your head,” I order.
She pouts. “What if I don’t obey?”
“Then I’ll have to make you, wench.”
I hold the belt between my teeth, grab her arms and push them above her head. Not that I need to use any force; there’s no resistance here.
I wind the belt around her wrists and then fasten it to the wooden slats of the bed head. And there she lies, opened up like a flower, her nectar tempting me, ready to feast on.
But I’m determined to torture her until her lust is at bursting point. Or maybe I’m torturing myself; my cock thrusts in front of me like a huge green sword.
I kneel on the bed and straddle her, arms braced on either side of her. I kiss her lips, licking at her, feasting, tasting, my tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she purses her lips and tries to drag me deeper.
I move down her body. She whines as I edge kisses along the swell of one breast then taste her hard little nipple, rolling my tongue around it until it peaks and she is begging for more.
I move to the other, do the same thing, curving my hand under the swell of each breast to bring them closer into my ministrations, laving her nipples, soft then hard, and she tells me she feels it right in her clit.
Good. That’s exactly what I want.
I move down her body, my tongue grooving each rib, licking over the soft swell of her belly and lower, to the gentle mound from where the dark hair springs. I push her legs wide with my big palms and place a leg over each of my shoulders as I press my face into her greedy little cunt.
She pushes right off the bed to meet me, but her tied hands limit her.
“Oh no you don’t, missy. I’m going to make you wait,” I growl as I press kisses around her inner thighs, sticky with her musky arousal. It’s such a turn-on. I want to pump into her so bad but no, not yet, not until I’ve made her come.
Not until I’ve given her multiples.
And I’m going to make her hold out for that pleasure bomb.
She’s almost howling as I gently dig my tusks into her inner thighs, the soft flesh yielding as my tongue reaches out and flicks her clit. It’s like a dusky pink jewel nestled inside her glistening folds.
She bucks some more. I circle her clit with my fingers then lay my tongue on it and curl it around and around, before lapping at her core with abandon, faster and faster.
Finally, when she’s almost levitating off the bed, I pierce her entrance with my tongue, riding right up inside her sweet cunt.
She’s sopping wet and I drink her juices down greedily as my tongue thrusts.
I can feel my pre-cum dripping onto the bed, and my saliva adding to it.
It's wet, and wild, full of her sighs and my grunts and orcish words of love, as I try to hold off coming prematurely like a fucking teenager. Her pussy clenches tight around my tongue, she writhes and pants and whines out my name and then, just as she’s about to orgasm, I pull back.
“Beg,” I order her.
“W-wha…. OTIS!” Eyes round with outrage, she screams, her thighs seesawing madly up and down. She tries to wrench her hands free of the belt.
I pin her legs wide with my tusks and blow on her clit. She screams louder.
“Say my name. And BEG.” I manage to keep looking fierce.
“Please, please, fuck. PLEASE Otis, let me come.”
I blow on her clit again. “Sorry, didn’t quite hear that, pet.”
“I need to come.” She tries to push her sweet cunt up, her hips riding high, chasing my tongue and I laugh and run a finger along her cleft, dipping it into her juices, thrusting it into her, then adding another to meet her G-spot. But it’s not quite enough, as her frustrated little squeals attest.
“You need a little more to push you over the edge, babe? Do you?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Do it Otis or I swear I’ll tie you up after and make you beg. And I won’t let you come, not ever, you hear me?”
My cock obligingly spurts out a stream more pre-cum at the thought.
With two digits deep inside her, I bow my head and add my tongue, my tusks still holding her legs wide as I thrust my fingers and lick her bud with hard, expert strokes.
At last, with a long howl, she breaks, her whole body shuddering, her cunt locking around my digits so hard if they weren’t strong orc fingers she’d fucking break them.
My cock is ready to explode along with her, but I focus on lapping up the shooting juices as she comes around me, over and over again, loving the explosion of pungent sweetness on my tongue as she spurts.
But I’m not done yet.
As she comes down from the peak, I know exactly how to wind her right up again, and she takes off, literally, her ass cheeks shooting off the bed, her pussy pulsating into my face and fingers as one orgasm chases another, until finally she drops to the mattress like a little limp rag doll, panting and sated.
I crawl up her body and kiss her, long and full.
When we both come up for air, she pouts at me.
“What’s the matter?” I feel alarmed at the face she’s pulling. “Didn’t you enjoy that?”
“Oh my goddess, Otis Cane, if multiples don’t speak for themselves then you deserve to be punished.” She grins. “Untie me! It’s your turn.”
CLEM.
The sight of a ripped and muscled orc lying at my mercy, his huge hands tied to the bedpost, is enough to get me all hot and bothered again.
I’ve never indulged my bondage fantasy before. Would never trust a human guy to play the game fairly, but with Otis, there was no question. And now he’s mine to indulge in, and I love the power that gives me.
Taking it in turns to play dom/sub is so much fun. Fun I never thought I’d be able to share with a guy. I’d relegated it to remaining a fantasy, shared only with my vibrator. But in such a short time, Otis and I are not only on the same emotional wavelength, but on the same one sexually, too.
I loop the belt around his thick wrists, knowing he could break the strap in a second if he chose, knowing he won’t. He loves the game as much as I do.
I mosey down his body, licking and sucking, smoothing my hand over rippled green muscles, pecs, abs, each one deliciously defined.
Right now his chest is heaving and those abs are rippling as he tenses, and then I reach the patch of thick green hair between his humungous thighs, but best of all, his cock.
So swollen and majestic, the darker green of the head is a contrast to the smooth paler shaft, and his knot above his tight ball sac is a sight to see. It amazes me still that my body accommodates his huge shaft, but willingly it has, and it’s ready to do it all again.
But not quite yet.
I stroke my tongue over the length of him, watching pre-cum oozing out of the head. I lick at his frenulum, teasing, cup his balls, then loop my hand around his knot and pump it softly as I lick the head, rolling around it with my tongue. Then I take it in my mouth…
I bring him to the edge. Move up his body until I reach his flushed, desperate face. I tickle his nostrils with my hair, kiss his lips. His tusks retract and extend with the pulse of his cock; his eyes darken to burgundy.
He’s panting, heaving, a great big green hunk of virile orc.
I touch my lips to his tongue, taste him, and then move oh so slowly back down to his cock, and then I spread my thighs wide and hang my pussy just above the head, pulsing backward and forward, teasing, not quite letting him near my swollen pussy lips.
He’s gasping, spluttering, growling out a mix of languages, “Fuck gebara da just get on with it, woman. You want me to explode? Odara ma— Fuck!”
“You can wait like you made me wait.” I grind my hips down, lift them up.
I don’t even need lube, he is gushing pre-cum.
Finally, I pulse my pussy over the head of his cock. It’s hot against my wetness. He groans, bucks. This big green beast is totally at my mercy.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I ease onto his cock until he’s stretching me, beyond what I think I’m capable of, he’s so big. My belly drags with longing to come again as his knot pushes into me, impaling me. I consciously relax around his girth, until finally, blissfully, we find our rhythm.
My hands clamp onto Otis’s pecs, his head raises, his tusks lengthen. His eyes blaze as he thrusts into me and I ride him hard and fast, screaming his name on each breath and oh my god, I am com—ing.
I shout as my internal walls grab that huge shaft and my body shudders with my release and then he comes, his head banging against the headboard, and—holy goddess—his hands snap that leather belt.
His hips cant, and he bounces me up and down as his release pumps into me.
And then his arms are around me and we’re hugging and gasping, laughing and kissing.
“Who won?” I pant finally.
“Was it a battle?”
I nod, dimpling. “An orgasm battle.”
“Ah, well, you scored on how many and I scored on being the first orc to have his brains blown by a single orgasm.”
“Guess we’re quits then.”
We laugh, as I fall onto him and his huge arms gather me close. We’re going to be stuck here until his knot releases me.
I reckon this is the best place in the world that a girl could find herself stuck.