Chapter 31 #2
He huffs against my throat, almost a laugh, and the warmth of it makes my stomach flutter.
His hand slides from my waist to my hip, fingers spreading over my naked body.
He doesn’t touch me anywhere he shouldn’t.
Not exactly. But every slow stroke of his palm feels like a promise he’s fighting not to keep.
His hands stay focused on my breasts for a while. Caressing. Touching. Teasing my nipples until I’m squirming and whimpering from the sweet sensations.
I turn my face into his neck, breathing him in. Leather. Grog. The musk I love having on my breath. This time, I’m the one who starts it. I press my lips to his, soft at first, almost careful. He lets me. That might be the most dangerous part.
He lets me explore the shape of his mouth, the firmness of his lips, the careful angle of his tusks.
I kiss the corner of his mouth. His jaw.
The scar that cuts near his chin. His breath shudders and that sends a flutter of arousal through my core.
A flutter that doesn’t stop, especially when he starts kissing me again, hungrier.
The kiss deepens until I can’t think. His hand moves into my hair, cradling the back of my head, holding me steady while his mouth takes mine again and again. I feel cherished and devoured at the same time, and it makes no sense, but neither does loving him.
When our lips finally part, I lean closer to his ear, grinding myself against him. I’m getting desperate. Shameless. This is Zrogmul Clover, wet and needy, knowing that even if I can’t have him the way I want him, there are still things we can do.
We’re both too tired for this. Worn too thin by months of speeches, meetings, wounded strangers, and impossible decisions. But maybe that’s why neither of us can resist it. There’s no strength left for pretending.
“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper. “Rough, like when you can’t control yourself.”
His cock throbs against me. “Be careful what you ask for, little human girl,” he speaks his warning against my neck, then leans up. “Especially right now.”
“I know what I’m asking for,” I say, meeting his gaze, opening my mouth and tracing my lips with my tongue.
I still don’t think I’m very alluring, but I’m not sure that matters right now.
He still has needs and unless he’s handled them himself, he’s as deprived as I am.
Things have been busy. We’re still bickering about our future.
We’re running on blackroot coffee and determination.
But all of that can melt away when we can have some time to ourselves.
“It’s so fucking hard to resist you,” he groans, reaching down and gripping his cock.
“Then don’t,” I say grinding against him again. “You can’t have that, but you can have my mouth anytime you want it. You could even…” I glance back at my ass, my bottom hole clenching nervously.
“If I come that close to your pussy, it’ll still be dripping with my seed after I’m done. Too risky,” he growls, pulling my head toward him as he moves closer. “But if you open your mouth for me, you’re going to have my tongue deep in your pussy until the sun comes up.”
“Good,” I breathe out, taking him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head when he feels my tongue on his ridges. “I forgot how fucking good this feels.”
I pull back just enough to speak. “Then let me remind you, Your Majesty,” I tease, taking him into my mouth again.
I’d like to believe I’ve gotten better at this.
I can open my throat easily and swallow him.
I still put up a little resistance to it, because I like it when he needs me to swallow him so desperately he forces me to do it.
It doesn’t take long until his hand is in my hair and he’s urgently driving his length down my throat while I moan with every movement of my lips, loving the taste of his pre-cum as it dribbles into my mouth.
“You may regret offering me your mouth when you feel what’s coming,” he cautions, holding my head in place as he begins to thrust with more urgency.
I can’t speak with my lips stretched around his enormous cock, so all I can do is whimper and mewl, letting him know that’s exactly what I’m hoping for.
It’s been a while since I tasted his seed regularly, so the effects are stronger.
I was turned on before, but now my pussy is aching and I’m rubbing my legs together while I take his length.
His growls and grunts get louder. His cock throbs against my tongue, every ridge pulsing with the fury building inside him. I keep swallowing and moving my tongue, caressing the smooth ridge on the underside until his hips buck erratically.
“Fuck. Fuuuuuck!” he roars, erupting in my mouth, then driving himself into my throat where he releases the rest of his seed.
I feel the daze coming before it hits, and then I don’t need to breathe.
I don’t need to do anything at all, except suck and swallow.
The first time this happened, it terrified me.
Now, I’ve learned it’s a few minutes of peaceful surrender.
The world can’t touch me when I’m like this.
And as long as this lasts, he’s all mine.
Too bad I can’t trap him like this for eternity.
“I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” he groans. “I think you know me better than anyone. Even the orcs.”
I feel a glow of pride in my chest that lingers until he finally begins to go limp in my mouth. The sensation passes and once he pulls away, I start breathing again, my core already fluttering with anticipation.
“It’s been a while since we’ve been able to do this,” he murmurs, squeezing and caressing my breast, lightly pinching the sensitive nipple while I squirm. “A while since I’ve had a taste of you.”
“It’s been a while since you’ve spanked me too,” I pout, licking his limp shaft.
“Is that how little human girls ask to be spanked?” he teases.
“I thought we were just naming things we haven’t done recently,” I say, feigning innocence.
“I bet you were,” he chuckles. “So, either you’re lying, or you just want to be spanked. Either way, the end result will be the same, I suppose.”
He wraps one of his thick arms around my waist, strips off my panties and rolls me over onto my tummy.
A hard tug pulls my hips up, then he tightens his grip once I’m on all fours.
He’s never spanked me like this before, so I’m still waiting for him to shift and put me over his knee when I feel the first stinging slap on my ass.
“Ow!” I squeal, kicking my feet.
“Sorry, I forgot to warn you first,” he chuckles, landing a few more firm slaps that make me jerk against his tight grip.
I need this as much as I need to fall asleep in his arms every night. It reminds me of the first time he showed me mercy, when he spared me from the whip. When I paid my Reparations Penalty over his knee. The first night I learned what real arousal feels like.
“Just look at how fucking wet you are,” he scolds, groaning like he can’t wait to taste me as he peppers my ass with slaps that echo in the room. “I’m surprised you can even see straight.”