Chapter 9 Brannock #2
I press the head of my cock against her sex, jutting my hips forward so it slides across her clit. She gasps, clinging tighter to my shoulders. I bury my face in her throat, groaning her name. She’s already searing hot and so wet.
I pump my hips a few times, letting my erection ride against her clit until she’s quivering and gasping beneath me. Until I’m gritting my teeth, two seconds from ripping a hole through the entire gods-damned world just to get inside her.
I know nothing of softness. I don’t know how to go slow or be what she needs.
But somehow, I figure it out. I press forward slowly, so slowly that I feel her searing every centimeter of my aching cock as I slip inside.
It’s the sweetest agony as I sheath myself in her warmth.
She’s tight and trembling around me, and I’m sweating and cursing above her.
But by the gods, I go slow. I don’t hurt her. If there’s any pain at all, she doesn’t show it. She doesn’t flinch or tense or freeze up. She just moans my name—over and over, like a litany of encouragement and praise meant to steady me.
By the time my hips come to rest against hers, I’m drenched in sweat, and in the kind of heaven an orc like me can ever truly deserve.
“Brannock,” she whispers, awe in her voice and stars in her eyes. “I’m yours now.”
I choke on her name, my fists planted against the floorboards, arms straining.
“You feel like magic.” Her eyes meet mine, wide and dazed. “Does it feel the same to you?”
“Yes. Gods, yes,” I choke.
Her joy is worth the momentary pain. It’s worth any pain.
“Can you…” Her cheeks heat, her eyes shifting away in that move I’ve come to know well. She’s feeling shy again.
“Can I what, Rapunzel? Anything you want is yours,” I murmur, adjusting my weight to stroke her face. “Anything at all.”
“Can you move?” Her voice is a ghost of a whisper, her cheeks pink. “I, um, I think I need you to move?”
“Like this?” I pull back a few inches and then surge forward.
“Brannock!” she shouts, clinging to my shoulders.
A chuckle rumbles from my lips, loud and bright. Gods, she’s adorable. “Is that what you had in mind?”
“Yes!”
I do it again, pulling back further this time before surging forward again.
The way she cries my name brands itself into the deepest recesses of my mind, an indelible stamp nothing will ever erase.
“Again,” she gasps, clenching around me. “Oh, Gods, do that again.”
I bury my face in her throat again, locking our fingers together as I settle over her, using my knees to keep myself from crushing her. But we’re pressed together in one long, perfect line. She’s panting in my ear, quivering beneath me.
I begin to move, pulling back and then surging forward, fucking her in deep, measured strokes. Every single one pulls another cry of ecstasy from her lips and has her clutching me tighter, as if she can keep me right here, fusing us into one being.
My tongue flicks the pulse pounding in her throat as I find a rhythm she loves, deep and hard.
I pound into her again and again, lost in the way our bodies crash together, soft on hard.
In the way she gasps and mewls and rocks beneath me.
In the way the roots pulse around us, the entire tower alive as she comes to life beneath me.
“Gods, Rapunzel,” I growl. “I want to stay just like this.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she babbles.
“If this tower is your prison, my cock will be your escape, princess.” I lift her leg higher, fucking her harder, deeper. “Until we leave this place, I’ll make you forget where you are. All you’ll know is pleasure. All you’ll remember is my name.”
“Brannock. Brannock. Brannock.” She says it like a prayer and salvation at once.
I nip her throat, letting my tusks scrape across her skin.
She clenches around me, louder now, more desperate now.
And I’m just as desperate beneath her, just as wild.
Everything falls away as I make love to her—there is no tower, no magical forest, no enchantment, entrapment, or portals.
There’s only this—us. Alive. Together. Drowning in ecstasy.
As she shatters around me, calling my name, I feel it taking root deep in my heart, blooming where nothing ever has before. Love. I almost say it, whisper those words of devotion into her skin. But… I don’t.
I swallow them back, waiting. Until she’s free. Or until I’m worthy, perhaps. I’m not sure which it is, I just know that I need to wait. Just a little longer.
My hand slips between our bodies, my thumb on her clit to drive her over the edge again.
She shouts my name, writhing beneath me, pushing and pulling as if she’s trying to shove me away and haul me closer at the same time.
“Come for me again, princess,” I growl, changing the angle of my thrusts ever so slightly. “Fall apart for me one more time.”
“Brannock. Oh, Gods, Brannock!”
I roar her name, satisfaction and pleasure racing through me as she splinters again, squeezing me so tightly there’s no chance of holding back my orgasm. I don’t even try. I simply bury my face in her throat, bury my body in hers, and let it come.
I spill into her again and again as she chants my name and I moan hers, both of us wracked with pleasure. It’s new. Foreign. Perfect.
When I fall beside her, pulling her into my arms, she burrows into me like I’m her shelter. And I know, no matter what, I will get her out of here.