Chapter 21
Wodred
Melelea’s lips are urgent on mine, her body arching into me. I return her passion with my own, disbelief coursing through me.
Is she saying what I think she is saying?
That she returns my feelings? Could the gods and Fate be so kind?
I have longed for this trolless for so long that I cannot quite believe that this is real, that she is here, responsive in my arms. Every moment with her seems like a gift I do not deserve, but I will hold onto them with both hands.
Melelea sighs and moans, pulling on my shoulders while rolling onto her back, bringing me on top of her.
Sibilance begins to spill out of my throat, increasing her arousal scent in the air.
My weight bears her into the floor, pressing into her soft body.
I wish I could explore her form, feel her bare skin under my fingers, but I need to be practical.
We are not in a plush, warm bed. Melelea needs her dress to protect her from the ground and cold.
But I can be creative within our constraints.
Moving down her body, I kiss her jawline and neck, every bare spot of skin I can find before finding myself between her thighs.
The smell of her arousal is intoxicating down here, the spicy lemon ginger smell brighter with her desire.
Gently, I part her cloak, lifting her skirts and skimming my hands up her calves and thighs.
I untie the sides of her undergarments, gently lifting them out of the way.
When my head is positioned between her thighs, close to her apex, I ask, my voice thick with my thrum and desire, “Is this what you want, Melelea?”
The trolless lets out a whimper. “Yes, Wodred. Touch me. Please.”
Her voice begging me to touch her is sweeter than I have ever dreamed it would be. But this time, it is real, and she is here in my arms. I will not disappoint her.
With great enthusiasm, I fall upon her like an orc on a mission.
The first taste of her arousal hits my tongue, and I groan with pleasure.
My sibilance increases, making my tongue vibrate against her clit.
Ambrosia. The food of the gods could not be sweeter and more decadent than the feast laid out for me between her thighs.
Melelea gasps and moans, fueling my desire.
It has been many years since I have been with a female.
I have had no desire for any female but her since I met her, staying faithful in my heart even when we were not together.
But I remember the basics of pleasing one of the gentler sex and am a quick study besides. I know that I can bring her to climax.
I hitch one arm under her left thigh to spread her open and then feel with my fingers for the opening of her channel.
Sheathing my claws all the way, I thrust my two fingers into her ready pussy.
Her hips tilt to meet my thrusts, completely uninhibited as she chases her release.
Continuing to attack her clit with my tongue, I build up the rhythm with my hand.
I could stay here for hours, just feasting.
But I’m not content to just bring her climax with my vibrating tongue.
My fingers feel inside of her for the secret spot to make her go wild.
Finally, I feel the rough patch of flesh just beyond her opening and curl my fingers to press into it.
Melelea’s cries become more insistent, her hips bucking against my face as if she is riding my tongue and fingers.
Her hands find my horns and hold onto them with a strong grip, pulling me even closer. She is getting close to her pinnacle.
Then the trolless cries out, “Wodred! I want to feel you when I come! Please!”
She could not beg more sweetly, my beautiful and gentle Melelea.
Her hands tug on my horns to bring me up again.
Reluctantly, I leave my place between her thighs, but I am greeted in the dark with her lips finding mine, tasting herself on my tongue.
With steady hands, I reach down and undo the belt at my warkilt, freeing my ready cock.
I am getting ready to notch my hardness against her ready pussy, but her hands snake down and she holds me in a tender grip.
I can’t help it. I groan, my balls tightening, my tip dribbling precum.
It’s been so long since I even took myself in hand that her hands feel impossibly good on my cock.
But I am an orc. As long as I thrum, I will stay hard for her use.
So I let her play with me for a bit, pumping her hand up and down my shaft, her thumb teasing over the tip, spreading my precum. But soon, I can’t wait any longer.
Gently, I pull her hand away, then feel my way forward in the darkness.
The head of my cock notches at her entrance, feeling the sweet wetness of her pussy coat my hardness.
I pump my hips forward, sliding up in her arousal, rubbing up against her clit, and listening to her mewl with pleasure.
Something is stopping me from going all the way.
I want to make this moment last forever.
To feel like this is real. Any moment, I expect to wake up, alone, and aching as I have so many times before.
But then Melelea arches up to me and bites my lower lip, the barest amount of pain mingled with pleasure. Just enough that I know this is no dream.
The trolless whispers against my lips, “Take me, Wodred. I want to feel you inside me.”
Whatever control I had left snaps at those words.
With a heavy growl filled with my thrum, I push forward, invading her tight channel.
Melelea gasps and rocks against me, her hands coming up to my shoulders.
I can feel her nails scraping over my cloak and tunic, and wish that it were on my bare flesh, so that I might wear the marks of her passion proudly.
Next time, I promise myself, even though there is no guarantee that I will live until next time. But no, I will live. I have everything to live for, now that Melelea is mine.
Mine, growls my Mating Instinct, roaring to life. Mine!
With those words ringing in my ears, I thrust deep inside the trolless beneath me. Melelea chokes out a breathy moan at my invasion, and I lose my mind wanting to hear that sound again. I thrust into her again and again, feeling her channel tightening around my cock, close to climax.
“Come for me, Melelea,” I growl, almost not recognizing my voice. “Now!”
At my command, the trolless’ back bows, a pleasured scream erupting from her lips.
I can feel in the dark that her head is thrown back, baring her neck, and instinct rides me to place my Mating Bite at her throat.
To make her mine, to make me hers. It is all I have ever wanted for thirty years.
But we have not spoken of forever, of Bites and Claiming.
So I hold myself back, biting my lower lip so hard it bleeds.
I would give her forever if she asked for it, but not before then. She deserves a choice.
So I thrust into her again and again, prolonging the peak of her pleasure.
I increase my sibilance to as strong as it can go, and she shrieks as another climax takes her.
Only then do I allow myself to come, spilling my seed deep inside her.
But still I thrum, staying hard and pumping my hips into hers, feeling the little convulsions of her channel as she comes down from orgasm.
I build her to another pinnacle, kissing her and tangling my tongue with hers as I do so.
I cannot get enough of her and her pleasure.
Finally, after her fourth orgasm, Melelea laughs breathlessly and pulls back from me. “Surrender. Surrender, Wodred. I am an old trolless. Let me catch my breath.”
I cease immediately, letting my thrum die in my throat, but I nuzzle my face against hers in the dark, still kissing her.
But more gently now. She returns my affectionate caresses with ones of her own, her legs still wrapped around my hips.
I let my cock soften and fall out of her, feeling my seed drip out with me.
I feel a primal satisfaction that I have marked her with my seed, my scent.
If there were any orcs near, they would be able to smell that she is mine.
My Mating Instinct purrs in satisfaction at the idea.
Now that we have finished making love, I feel a weariness resting on my shoulders, all the way to my bones, but a strange energy too.
I have not slept in two days, but I feel that I could get up and fight a dragon.
It would, perhaps, not be wise, but I would attempt it, especially if it meant keeping Melelea safe.
Still, as our breaths mingle together, our bodies pushed together, I also feel like I could sleep for a fortnight.
As if reading my thoughts, Melelea kisses my nose and murmurs, “We should rest.”
“You are, as always, wise,” I say before giving her a final kiss. I reach down to fix my warkilt, doing up my belt. Though we are safe behind Melelea’s circle of protection, anything could be in these tunnels. I need to be ready to fight and protect my female at a moment’s notice.
Melelea feels what I am doing in the dark and reaches down to help me. When my belt is fixed in place, the trolless also reaches down to fix her undergarments, retying the fasteners at the sides and pulling her skirt back down.
When we are both put back together, we lie on the ground under my cloak, sharing the warmth of the heat charm. I pull her against my chest, not feeling settled until I feel her body against mine. Kissing the top of her head, I lay back and fall into dreamless slumber.
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I WAKE WITH a start, my battle instincts going wild. We are not alone.