Chapter 12
Vienne
G raz gives me a wicked, boyish grin as he tips his hand, letting another handful of purple, glowing magic to slide out of his palm. Before it even hits the floor, it starts glowing brighter, changing shape and spreading wider and wider. It grows up from the ground, turning into what appears to be... a four-poster bed?
As the purple glow fades, I’m sure that’s what he’s made. It’s covered in thick blankets and furs, with piles of pillows all over it like it belongs to some king or noble.
I stare, blinking like a moron. A big, soft, cozy bed, right here in the middle of this cold, stone cavern?
Yes, please.
I dive for the bed, grabbing a pillow as I roll over to dry myself off on the soft furs. Graz chuckles as he sits down beside me, taking another fur for himself, while I wriggle under the blankets.
Wow , I say, awed. You know the meaning of luxury .
He shoots me a wide grin as he pulls the blankets aside and slides in next to me, whirling me up in his arms. Then he curls his hand under my ass, squeezing it as he watches my thoughts pass over my face. Even though we just fucked, my body awakens at his mere touch.
He cradles my breast in his other hand, flicking one finger over my nipple in a way that feels practiced, familiar. He moves farther down to the space between my thighs, and one finger glides along the outside of my pussy. I’m already warm and swelling up quickly for him, just anticipating what he’s going to do next.
Then Graz’s finger sinks into me, and I moan. Of their own accord, my hands find their way down between us to where his cock is already hard for me, jutting up between our bellies. I stroke it gently, and his eyelids fall to half-mast. His hips push into my hands as I run my palm over his cockhead, where he’s already dripping for me from the tip.
We touch one other that way for what feels like a small eternity, measuring each other’s reactions, finding what we like best. Maybe this isn’t necessary, but what do I have against a little recreation?
Graz teases my clit, strumming it like an expert player before he slips two fingers inside me. There he strokes, testing all the different spots available to him until I’m gasping and twitching, grinding myself against his hand.
You like that? he asks, pinching my nipple as his fingers work harder, fucking into me and then retreating to tantalize my bud again. In turn, I increase the pressure of my hand around his cock, squeezing with every pump.
Not enough . My thoughts come out as pathetic whimpers.
A wicked smile crosses my orc’s face, and I love how it’s lopsided, so his left tusk rises higher than his right.
There’s still so much of me inside you, Graz croons, and there’s an erotic sound as he starts to thrust those fingers in and out of me faster. I’ll fit just right in here.
My whole body alights at this suggestion. That’s exactly what I need.
Damn. I’m already obsessed with this orc.
He tilts up my chin so I’m forced to look into his unfamiliar eyes, with the yellow sclera and amber iris. Then he kisses me, hard.
This time, I lie with my back to Graz’s front as he spreads the cheeks of my ass and lifts my thigh to wedge himself between them. There’s no pedestal underneath us this time, no vision guiding us to do what we have to do.
No, my body is begging now for what it wants, and that’s him. What’s the harm in indulging, while we’re here?
Graz spreads the swollen, puffy lips of my sex and guides that massive cock inside me. I’m so slick, so stretched already, that he fits in smoothly. He pushes through until he’s seated as far inside me as he can be, and a string of nonsense escapes my lips.
It’s as if we’ve reunited and fit back into the place we belong. I fall into him, letting him consume me from the inside out.
* * *
Graz
I could fuck Vienne forever.
Her body gleefully swallows me up, encasing me in her pristine warmth. I shut my eyes to hold back my finish, because I’m already so close with just one stroke. How does she do this to me? I can jerk off for an hour, but one taste of her and I’m at the precipice.
I shove it down, breathing hard to bring myself back to center before I shunt my hips back, then slide into her again. This time, I push even deeper, opening my eyes so I can take in the sight of my cock spreading her red, swollen cunt wide. How this little human can take me is a wondrous mystery, and I’ll relish every moment of it.
While I’m inside her, I sneak a hand underneath her, soaking my fingers in our fluids and using it to graze over her clit. Vienne lets out a sound that’s close to a squeal, and her entire channel tightens perilously around me.
I grit my teeth as I nearly withdraw, then sink back into her again, pushing through it while I tease her.
“Ah!” She reaches back to grip any part of me she can. I love how she has to be touching at all times, as fully as possible. More, please! she calls out frantically.
Whatever she requires, I will provide—whether it’s food, drink, or my cock. I lean back to get a better angle, holding her thigh up to spread her open for me, and plunge into her tiny cunt again and again.
Vienne balls up the blanket and bites down, moaning into it as I thrust harder, tormenting her clit faster. I plan to make her come around me until I’ve wrung every last droplet of pleasure out of her, until she has no choice but to stay with me.
You feel perfect , I tell her as I sink deep, then yank myself out again, her cries growing in volume. She’s helpless, gripping the blankets, bucking back into me with every pump of my hips. Your cunt is sublime. I can’t get enough. I’m going to fuck it full, until you’re covered in me.
I didn’t think I was a dirty talker, but I can’t seem to stop. I need her to know how amazing she feels around me, how beautiful she is, how much I need her.
How much I don’t know if I can live without her.
I know it’s foolish. I gave Lo’zar an earful for doing exactly what I’m doing, but I can’t help myself. It’s taken over my mind how much I want to fuck my seed as deeply into her as possible, and this thought makes me thrust even faster, my breaths coming hot and heavy.
When Vienne clamps down tight around me, I know I’ve won. She sobs out her bliss as I slam into her once more, and my own pleasure erupts. I groan as my climax is practically ripped from me, and my cock pulses as I fill her, luxuriating in her with one more wet, squelching stroke.
Even after I unleash, I stay hard. She’s trembling all over as I push all my spend back into her.
More? Vienne says, then gasps aloud as I squeeze as much of myself into her tightened cunt as I can. She shivers around me, clearly still aroused as my seed spills out of her.
Always more.
I continue wringing the bliss from her little body, each wet stroke making her scream words I can’t understand, until finally, we’re both spent. In a wholly different position from when we started, Vienne lets out a whine, her face buried in my chest as I work my cock free of her tiny, swollen sex.
I think I’m going to hurt tomorrow.
I cup her dripping pussy in my hand to soothe it. Guess I’ll just have to lick it until it feels better, then.
She shivers at my words, and I feel quite smug knowing she’s just as attracted to me as I am to her. Vienne may not understand the bond, but I’m sure that it’s settling in with her the same way. It’s just a matter of time.
I’m hoping that she’ll accept what I’m going to offer her, knowing there’s a good chance she won’t. I can’t take a second with her for granted if she’s only going to walk out of my life at the end of this.
* * *
Vienne
By the time Graz is done with me, I’m drenched in him as he promised, my thighs sticky and wet. We’ve fucked in just about every position imaginable on our new magical bed, and I don’t know how he’s managed to keep it up so long.
I don’t think I can orgasm even once more as I collapse, burying my face in one of the many soft pillows. Graz slings one leg over my hip, as if we’ve done this a million times before, and loops his arms around me.
I could simply fall asleep this way, but I don’t want the bed to vanish while I’m passed out on it. It’s wonderful and marvelous what we can do with magic. That Graz has summoned every one of his wishes out of thin air, though, also makes me afraid.
It is far too much power for any mortal individual to wield. Especially the wrong one. Mom was absolutely right—if the King or the Grand Chieftain got their hands on this, they could do untold damage.
After a time, Graz rises from the bed and summons us a whole banquet of food. I’m sure the food won’t last inside my belly after I’ve eaten it, but that doesn’t stop me from devouring every piece of honey-basted pork I can. This will be my final opportunity to enjoy this, anyway.
I wipe my chin. I can’t believe this was just waiting here for the last... who knows how long? Are we really the first to have seen this, to have witnessed this, since ancient times?
Graz snickers. Well, given the requirements for getting inside, I can’t say I’m surprised . He thoughtfully strokes my shoulder.
I didn’t mind having some really amazing sex , I joke. Who taught you all that?
He blinks. Nobody? It’s never been like that before.
Something about those words makes me feel light and airy. So only I turn him on like this?
It’s never been like that for me before, either, I have to admit.
But it wasn’t just us doing... you know. That opened the pedestal and revealed what’s inside. Graz clears his throat, even though he’s speaking in his mind.
I lift my head. Then what did?
It’s the kind of sex we had. He reaches under my chin and tips it up so I have to look into his eyes.
What kind is that?
He’s quiet for a long time, almost too long. Then he says, The kind that mates have.
I stare at him. There’s no way.
Graz said that word before. Explained it to me in the simplest terms. But whatever this mate thing is, it’s not me. I barely know this orc, and he’s certainly not my “mate.” There can’t be anything between us, not beyond this moment. We did what we had to do to access this secret, that’s all. And some bonuses.
I pull away from him, frowning. You have it all wrong, I say firmly. I’m not your mate.
We just fucked a few times. It might have been incredible—mind blowing and life changing, honestly—but it’s still just that: a good fuck. It doesn’t mean anything more.
I hate the look Graz gets on his face like he already knew I’d say that.
You’re human , he says, leaning on one elbow, still stroking my side. I don’t know if humans feel it the same way. But I know right here. He rubs his chest. It’s true.
Well, that’s just it, isn’t it? I’m human, he’s not. Maybe he thinks there’s something between us because of who he is, because he’s trollkin, but that doesn’t mean matehood binds me the same way.
I want to climb off this bed, slide my clothes back on and put some distance between us again, but then Graz wraps his arm around me and brings me in close. He neatly tucks my head under his chin and smooths one big, four-fingered hand down my back, which has the perplexing effect of calming me.
I know it’s probably strange to you, he says in a quieter voice that somehow, feels closer to my own mind than before. It’s strange to me, too. I always knew the mate bond existed, but not what it felt like.
My curiosity piques. I understand very little about trollkin culture. What does it feel like?
Graz strokes my hair with a tenderness no one’s ever shown me. Like going home—to a home I never knew I had. Now he’s tracing my cheek with his index finger and studying me like an artifact. Finding peace in someone else’s hands, knowing all you want is to rest your head beside theirs.
I suppose that right here, right now, with Graz’s big arm slung around me and his soft palm on my face, it’s as if my spirit has finally found its match. But it might just be a post-coital glow.
You feel that way? I ask. Really?
Graz searches my eyes, his brow creasing as if what he has to say is going to frighten me away.
Seems crazy . He sighs and lays his head down, coasting his hand down my side to my hip. But I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.
Maybe I do understand it. Ever since my father died, Mom and I have both felt like we lost a connection to where we came from, to the thing that rooted us to the earth. It had seemed impossible at the time that someone who was so important to me, so closely bound to my soul, had simply vanished.
And yet here, right now, it feels like some of the loneliness has passed. Like maybe I’ve found something that could help me put down roots again, and make sense of the chaotic world we live in.
I find myself snuggling in closer, and Graz hums as he holds me tight. I don’t know if he’s right about this bond between us, but perhaps a part of me hopes that he is.