Chapter 34
Clover
King Lix’tuk’s hand has been on my thigh, lightly grazing me between the legs the entire way to Zrogmul.
I’m glad the fortress is in sight because I’m so turned on that I’m panting. He seems to be enjoying every second of it.
“I didn’t take the injection so you could torment me the entire way here,” I groan, gripping the armrests.
“Consider that part of your punishment for doing it without talking to me first,” he growls playfully, rubbing my clit.
He doesn’t really land the ship in the garage. It’s more of a rapid descent and a thud before he turns off the engines. His hand moves from my clit to my wrist, and he yanks me out of my seat. I stumble as he pulls me toward the door of the ship.
“You haven’t dragged me around like this since you were taking me to the dungeon,” I laugh, finally getting my footing so I can keep up.
“No dungeon for you, little human girl,” he growls. “You won’t be leaving our bedchamber for at least a week.”
“Orc sex doesn’t last an entire week, does it?” I ask, feeling a twinge of concern.
“No,” he chuckles. “But we’ve got a lot of time to make up for. I’ve wanted you too fucking long.”
He drags me up the stairs, tossing pieces of his armor as he goes. By the time we get to the top, he’s only wearing his loincloth and boots. I’m able to keep up with him now, so this is more playful than aggressive, but it’s turning me on even more than I already am if that’s possible.
His lips are on mine as soon as we get to the bedchamber.
I back up toward the bed as he rips the rest of my dress away.
It was already ruined, but now it’s just tatters on the floor.
My bra and panties get the same treatment, then he pushes me down on the bed.
I squirm backwards and try to put my foot on his chest again, but he catches my legs.
“Don’t even think about teasing me,” he warns in a deep growl, removing his loincloth and pulling me toward him.
I don’t think his cock has ever been harder. It’s already leaking pre-cum and every ridge is swollen and throbbing. He pushes my legs apart and moves between my thighs, the head brushing against my folds and sending a ripple of pleasure through my core.
“I know we’ve waited a really long time for this, but you still have to be careful,” I say. “I’ve never done this before, and… I’m afraid it will hurt.”
“I’ll be careful,” he says, smearing his pre-cum on my entrance. “I’ve waited this long. I can wait a few more breaths.”
I feel a tingle around my entrance as he lines himself up, his breaths coming in fast pants, and begins to push in.
I breathe through the intense stretch, my walls giving way around him and my nails digging into his shoulders.
After he sinks a couple inches into me, he pulls back before pushing deeper.
My virgin body welcomes him, like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life and didn’t realize it. There’s a slight sting when my hymen tears, but it doesn’t linger as the pain is quickly overwhelmed by pure, long-awaited pleasure.
“Oh, that feels incredible,” I groan, still expecting it to hurt at some point, but all I feel is a deep satisfaction.
“My seed does more than just whet your appetite, little human girl,” he purrs. “All it takes is a drop to make your body ready to welcome me.”
“It really wants to welcome you,” I moan, grinding my hips, forcing more of his length into me.
The stretch feels almost as good as the friction.
He grunts with pleasure, pulling back before thrusting again with more urgency.
It feels even better and I gasp. His hands roam across my skin, squeezing my breasts, moving behind my back, pulling me closer as he continues to work his length into me.
“I’ve imagined this being possible. Dreamed about it,” he croons to me in his deep, resonant voice, his dark gaze locked on mine as his hips continue pumping, every movement making me whimper. “Nothing compares to actually feeling you.”
“Is that what you were doing in your office all the time,” I murmur, a harder thrust making me yelp. “Dreaming about… this?”
“Sometimes,” he admits. “Other times I was just stewing in the reality that it could never happen.”
“But now it can. Anytime we want,” I moan, moving my hips in unison with his thrusts until our bodies are pressed together. The fullness sends shudders of pleasure through me. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he rumbles, staying still inside me for a few tender moments before he begins to move again.
He’s not the only one who has gotten lost in imagination and dreams. I’ve certainly thought about it. But my imagination couldn’t capture the heat. The scent of him. The way he stares into my eyes while he claims me. The way my body answers, clenching around him like I don’t ever want to let go.
The pressure is building, but I don’t care about that. I’ve had plenty of orgasms in this bed. I need this moment. Just us, alone in this fortress. No politics. No prophecies. No reason we can’t be together. I wish this moment could last forever.
His mouth claims mine again, and the kiss is different with him inside me. It feels deeper, slower, and almost tender. Profound in some way.
I thought I knew what it meant to belong to him, but I didn’t.
Not really. Not until his body is joined with mine and his hands are touching me like he’s afraid I might disappear if he lets go.
Our lips sear together while his hips move carefully, slowly, every thrust making me gasp into his mouth until our lips finally part.
“You made this possible, even while I was trying to push you away,” he groans, his forehead dropping against mine. “Made it possible for us to finally be together the way we deserve.”
I whimper, wrapping my legs around him as much as I can.
He’s too big for me to trap, but I try anyway.
My heels press into his back and my fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as he fills me again.
My engagement ring sparkles in the dim light of the artificial torches, and it makes me smile.
“I just wanted to be able to feel you. To have this closeness,” I moan. “I didn’t expect a proposal.”
“I would have put that ring on your finger even if I could never touch you at all,” he murmurs. “But I’m so grateful I can.”
Every time he pushes deep, my pussy stretches around him, welcoming his thrusts.
Welcoming more. He was right. His seed made my body ready for him, but nothing could have prepared me for the way this feels.
Not fully. Not enough. It’s not just pleasure.
It’s relief. Like some desperate part of me has been reaching for him for months, and now it finally has what it wanted.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, feeling his restraint as he continues to move between my thighs.
His jaw tightens. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I gasp, meeting his thrust. “I want it. Need it. All of you.”
His eyes flare and his hips jerk harder than before. The thrust makes me cry out, pleasure sparking bright enough to blur the room around me. My walls desperately try to clench around his thick length, but it keeps moving.
“Careful, Clover,” he warns, though his voice is rougher now. Less controlled. “If you keep squeezing my cock like that, I’m going to lose control.”
“Maybe I want you to lose a little control,” I breathe. “I feel like I’ve been out of control since the day we met.”
He growls, low and dangerous, but the hand that cups my face is tender. His thumb brushes my cheek, and for a moment, he just looks at me. The king. The monster humans feared. The lonely orc who built a fortress around his grief and somehow let me inside.
“I love you,” he whispers.
The words break something open in me.
“I love you too,” I breathe.
He kisses me again, and this time, his restraint cracks.
His hips move with more force, driving deeper, making the bed creak beneath us.
I gasp against his lips, my body arching into every thrust. The ridges on his cock drag against places inside me that have only been tasted and the pressure that was building becomes something sharper. Hotter. Almost too much.
“Oh god,” I whimper, clutching at him. “King Lix’tuk…”
“That’s it, Clover,” he rasps, kissing down my jaw. “Say my name. Let me hear you.”
“King Lix’tuk,” I moan again, louder this time.
His mouth moves to my throat, and his tusks press carefully against my skin as he thrusts into me. I tilt my head, giving him more room, trusting him with every vulnerable inch of me. His tongue drags over my pulse, and my entire body trembles beneath him.
I’ve been taken apart by his mouth before. His hands. His tongue. I’ve fallen apart so many times in this bed I should know what it feels like by now. But this is different. This feels like he’s not just making me come. He’s claiming every part of me that ever believed I had no value in the world.
His hand slides down my side, over my hip, then under my thigh. He lifts my leg higher, changing the angle, and I cry out as he sinks deeper than before.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, his voice strained as he starts to move with more urgency.
I can’t answer. I can barely breathe. Every thrust goes deep inside my stretched passage.
My nails scrape over his shoulders, and my hips move desperately against his, building the pressure as it coils tighter and tighter.
I’m not even sure I’m controlling my body anymore.
It belongs to him. To this. To the impossible thing we finally get to have.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“I know,” he growls. “I can feel you. I’ve waited so fucking long to feel this.”
His hand moves between us, and his thumb finds my clit. The first slow circle makes my body jerk. The second makes me sob his name. He keeps thrusting, keeps touching me, his mouth against my ear as his breath turns ragged.
“Come for me,” he commands. “Come on my cock, little human girl. You’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I tasted you, haven’t you?”
“Yes!” I cry out, the words pushing me over the edge.
I cry out louder as the orgasm tears through me, stronger than I’m ready for.
My body clenches around him, gripping him tight as pleasure crashes through every part of me.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can only feel him inside me, feel him holding me through it, feel his hips stutter as my body pulls him deeper.
“Fuck,” he snarls, burying his face against my neck. “Clover… I…”
His control shatters. He thrusts hard, once, twice, then drives himself as deep as my body can take him.
His roar fills the room as he comes, his cock erupting creamy heat so deep I feel claimed from the inside out.
There’s so much I can feel it leaking out of me before he’s even finished spilling inside me.
I cling to him as he shudders above me, his huge body trembling with the force of it.
Then I feel something else. His cock begins to swell at the base, stretching me even wider. So wide that I panic, nails digging into his tough green skin.
“What’s that!?” I shriek.
“That’s my knot,” he pants. “Breathe, Clover. It won’t hurt you. It’s the same thing that keeps your mouth on my cock, except you’ll actually feel the full force of it now, instead of just a quiver.”
His knot swells until we’re locked together.
I can’t even move, his swollen cock buried inside me.
He breathes heavily against my skin, his arms tight around me like he still can’t believe this is real.
I can’t either. My body is fluttering on his knot, smaller orgasms rippling through my core every few seconds, leaving me as weak as a mewling kitten.
I love the fullness and warmth, especially when I feel his ridges throb and pulse more of his seed into me.
He kisses and touches me, softly growling and grunting as I milk the pleasure from his knotted length. The knot keeps us joined together for almost an hour before it finally begins to recede. I run my fingers through his hair, smiling weakly.
“That was…” I start, but I don’t even know what word belongs there.
“Everything,” he rumbles.
I laugh softly, breathless and shaky. “Yes. That.”
He lifts his head and looks down at me, something raw and almost primal in his expression. Then it softens. I can see love in his dark gaze. The tender mercy that lurks beneath the rough exterior.
“Are you hurt?” he asks gently.
“No,” I whisper. “Not even a little.”
His eyes search mine like he doesn’t fully believe me.
“I’m serious,” I assure him, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “I’m okay. More than okay.”
His gaze drops to my mouth. “You’re sure?”
I lift my hips slightly, and we both gasp because he’s still inside me.
His eyes darken. “Clover.”
“I’m sure,” I grin up at him.
He lets out a rough breath that almost sounds like a laugh, then kisses me. Softer this time. Slower. His lips linger on mine, and when he finally pulls back, there’s a faint tremor in his hand as he touches my cheek.
He rolls onto his side and pulls me against him, gathering me into the warmth of his body. His hand settles low on my stomach, possessive and gentle at the same time. The ring on my finger catches the low light, green and gold, Troona and Uzrirgard, everything I lost and everything I found.
For a while, we just breathe. No speeches. No soldiers. No revolutions. No ghosts standing between us.
Just his heartbeat beneath my ear and his hand on my stomach.
I fall asleep wondering if his heir is already growing inside me.