Beneath the Frozen Stars (Destiny’s Edge)

6. Chapter 6

Chapter six

S ahginoth stared at her, the imprint of her lips on his still fresh. His tongue darted out to where she had licked his lip as if he could taste her there.

"I know you want me."

Her words pierced him, though he could not claim to be surprised. It had started as a small desire, but it had consumed him slowly as the weeks passed. He knew he did not hide it well, though he stole glances at her when she was not looking, lingered in his furs at every sunrise until his cock, hard from dreams of her, softened, and he didn't have to embarrass himself in front of her as he had their first morning together. He was content to live with the constant ache of wanting. He was a stranger to this sort of emotion, this intensity of desire. He had never wanted anyone like this.

He'd assumed it was an aberration and would fade with time. He'd assumed she knew and tolerated it silently. He'd assumed she did not return the feeling. Why should she? She was not in the first flush of youth, but she was younger than he, and so pretty he lacked the words to describe how much.

He'd be lying if he claimed he hadn't thought of what it would be like to have her for his own. Not just as a friend, a companion. But as everything. As a mate. But why would a lush, beautiful woman want an old orc like him for a mate? He was stubborn and solemn and set in his ways. He was calloused, scarred. His hair was mostly grey and rarely brushed.

She was soft and round, her skin smooth everywhere but her hands that were used to hard work. He did not know that for certain, had not touched the rest of her body, but he had looked his fill, and he imagined the velvet texture of her skin, how it would feel beneath his lips and tongue. Her hair was long and silken, falling in soft curls over her shoulders when she left it un-braided. His fingers itched to comb through it, to rub the delicate texture against his cheek. Her lips were pink and full, her mouth wide, and he loved the way it looked when she smiled.

She was like a dream. Or perhaps the dream was everything that had come before, and she'd woken him. He'd never felt such a draw to another person before.

But this could not be real. She could not possibly be offering him everything he'd dreamed of.

She leaned towards him again, pushing against his hold, and he let her, his pulse pounding in his ears as she neared. "I know you want me," she said again, "and I want you more." He held his breath, afraid she'd said something she did not mean.

"I want you more than anything," she whispered.

She kissed him again and he sat perfectly still as she explored his mouth, her lips caressing his. He was afraid to move lest he break the spell, but he didn't push her away again, his hands fisting in her tunic, holding her close.

It had been so long since he'd kissed anyone. He'd been merely a boy, experimenting with his friends, and he could remember nothing. His heart hammered in fear that she would realize his ineptitude and pull away, but she didn't, her kisses persistent as his lips opened to her. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth and he shuddered in pleasure, clutching her closer to him. She crawled into his lap, her hands skimming over his shoulders and twining around his neck. He kissed her back, his lips moving slowly as he learned what she liked. He drank in her small panting breaths that showed her enjoyment.

Her tongue was hot and slick against his and he groaned into her mouth, his cock painfully hard as she pressed against him, his arms closing tightly around her soft, thick body. She didn't seem to mind his slowness as they kissed. If she noticed the moments when he hesitated, she said nothing. He grew bolder, trapping her full lower lip between his teeth. She whimpered, her voice thick with lust, and his shaft pressed desperately against his pants, leaking seed.

He wanted to be inside her. He needed to be inside her. He'd never wanted that from anyone, but if he couldn't have Gyrda, he worried he might die from the unfulfilled pleasure. Blood rushed to his cock, leaving him lightheaded. She rocked against him, the heat of her through their leggings nearly burning him. Her thighs trembled around his, her breath catching. He could smell the sweet musk of her arousal, nearly taste it on his tongue.

She pulled back slightly and he opened his eyes. Her lips were red from his kisses, plump and swollen like berries. He leaned in for another taste and she pressed her palms to his chest, her lips curving up slightly.

"Will you lie with me?" she asked.

He nodded. How could she think he would not? He was ready to beg if she demanded it.

She smiled, rising up on her knees and pulling her tunic over her head. Her breasts were still tightly bound and he growled as she tossed her tunic aside, his hands tightening on her hips. She pulled the end of the binding cloth from its knot and paused.

"Do it," she commanded, holding it out to him.

He took the cloth in trembling fingers, unwinding it slowly. She sighed as he freed her breasts and he stared, transfixed, as her pale skin was revealed, the cloth leaving pink creases on her delicate flesh. He dropped the cloth and she took his hands in hers, pressing them to her breasts. He took the invitation to touch her, his thumbs smoothing over her skin. She leaned into his touch, her breath catching. Her ample breasts were heavy in his palms, the nipples hard and pebbled in the cool air of the hut. He brushed his fingers over the soft flesh, the silvery marks where her skin had stretched too quickly as she grew.

He skimmed his hands down over her sides to her stomach. All of her was heavy and plump, his fingers digging into her. He wanted to rest his head on her stomach, feel her silky skin beneath his cheek.

He could, couldn't he? She would not refuse him something like that, he was sure. By the way she arched into his touch, guided his hands as he explored her body, he doubted she would refuse him much. He was free to explore as he wanted. It was a heady thought.

He wrapped an arm around her hips, holding her to him, and stood. She gasped, her legs wrapping around his hips and he held her close for a moment, reveling in the feel of her body wrapped around his. He pressed his face against the side of her neck, inhaling the woodsy scent of her hair. She moaned his name when he pressed his mouth to her neck, licking over her rapid pulse. She clutched at him, her thighs tightening around him. He carried her to his bed, kicking back the top layer of furs and laying her down on the soft pelts. She stretched out under him, her legs loosening around his hips. He caressed her soft stomach, fingers curling into the waist of her pants. He looked up into her eyes and she nodded.

"You too," she whispered, tugging at his tunic.

He pulled his tunic over his head and knelt beside her, tugging down her leggings and thick socks. She kicked the clothes away and he caught her feet, planting them wide on either side of his knees as he knelt above her. She spread her legs slowly, the dark brown curls between her thighs parting to reveal a hint of glistening pink flesh.

Orcs were hairless apart from the hair on their heads, and he brushed his knuckles in curiosity over the soft curls covering her sex. He wondered if all humans had such hair, but it seemed foolish to ask such a question. She had hair on her legs too. He smoothed a hand up from her ankle to her knee, small dark hairs tickling his palm. His hands strayed to her inner thighs and he pushed her legs wider, rubbing his thumbs in circles over her smooth skin as he drank in the sight of her spread beneath him like a luscious feast.

He'd wanted to taste her for so long. He'd dreamed of licking the delicate skin behind her ears, burying his face in her thick hair. Now she was naked and he was not limited to the skin revealed by her high-necked tunics. He could have any part of her. It was almost overwhelming.

So, he began where he wanted to most, lying between her legs and resting his head against her stomach, rubbing his cheek over her soft belly. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air and he inhaled deeply, his mouth watering as his tongue swiped over the curve of her stomach, tasting her sweat. Her hands flew to his head, tangling in his already mussed hair as he kissed his way up her body. He nuzzled the underside of one of her breasts, giving in to the urge to sink his teeth into the plump flesh. She gasped and he looked up at her but she did not seem pained, her lips parted and her head thrown back against the cushions. He swiped his tongue over her nipple, the skin pulling tight as his spit cooled in the night air. She shivered, her skin prickling, the little hairs on her arms standing on end. The heel of her foot rubbed against his side, her hips arching against his chest as she lay splayed wide beneath him.

Sahginoth bit her nipple gently, worrying the tight nub of flesh between his teeth as she writhed in pleasure. The skin of her breasts was impossibly delicate, and he pulled back to admire the mark of his teeth on the underside of her breast. He palmed the heavy globes, pushing them together and sucking first one nipple into his mouth, then the other. She panted and moaned, pulling his hair, her nails digging into his scalp.

"Please," she gasped. "Please."

He grunted against her flesh, his mouth full as he left gentle pink bite marks across her breasts, his pulse pounding faster at the sight of his marks on her. He'd never been a possessive male, never understood the way some other orcs seemed so covetous of their mates. Now he wanted to leave Gyrda so desperate with arousal she would forget her husband, forget that any other man had ever touched her. He wanted to see the marks of his possession on her in the morning. He wanted her to feel him the next day.

Her hand skimmed down over her stomach and he released her with a growl, sitting back to watch as her fingers slipped between the folds of her sex. "Don't stop," she groaned, but he was transfixed as she spread her wet pink cunt to his gaze. Her fingers circled around a small bead of flesh at the top of her sex, her breath fast and uneven as she pleasured herself.

Sahginoth lowered himself between her legs, his face close to her sex, and her breath caught. She watched him intently. Did she want him to lick her here? His mouth watered, his tongue darting out. He tasted the wetness at her entrance, her flavor salty and rich. Her hips shifted towards him, her back arching, and he flattened his tongue against her, licking up the length of her cunt until he reached her fingers. He sucked them into his mouth, cleaning the sweetness from them, and nosed her hand aside. Her wet fingers tangled in his hair again and he hummed in satisfaction. He would smell like her tomorrow. He wouldn't mind always smelling like her.

He pressed the flat of his tongue to the point that seemed to bring her so much pleasure, lapping at it. She ground her sex against his face, whimpering as he explored the hard nub, pulling its small covering of skin back to reveal the little pink bead. He laved it with his tongue, scraped his teeth over it, sucked it as he had her nipples, all the while watching her closely to see what she liked best. She seemed to like a delicate touch, his tongue circling and brushing over the point before sucking it into his mouth, her cries filling the hut as he experimented.

He pushed her thighs back, spreading her wider as he devoured her, the honey of her arousal dripping down his chin onto the furs. Her toes curled against his shoulders, her wild pleas driving him mad with lust. He reached a hand down to stroke his cock through his pants as he licked her. He was desperate for relief but even more desperate to feel her around him. His hand had been enough for the last four decades. Not anymore. Her cunt was so warm, so soft and slick. He wanted to know what it would feel like to push inside her, to fill her.

He licked her faster, flicking the tip of his tongue over her pleasure point. She trembled beneath him, crying his name. He released his cock and plunged two of his fingers into her. She gripped him in a tight wet heat and he growled against her cunt. Her hips arched against him, her feet pushing against his shoulders. Reluctantly, he backed away, his fingers lingering inside her.

She growled. The feral sound thrilled him, his cock leaking with eagerness as she half-sat up, frowning at him. "Why did you stop?" she demanded.

"You pushed me."

She breathed heavily, her eyes wide and dark with lust. "Oh," she gasped. "I didn't want you to stop. I was so close." He moved his fingers slowly inside of her and her head fell back as she moaned. "More," she begged. "Please."

Sahginoth pumped his fingers inside her, his hips grinding helplessly against the furs as he pleasured her. She planted her feet on the bedding and sat up on her elbows. Their gazes locked, her tongue darting out to wet her lip. "I need more," she pleaded.

"How?" he growled.

She reached out her hand, showing him. "Curve your fingers up, like this." She demonstrated, and he copied the motion. "Deeper," she urged. He curved his fingers further inside her channel. He knew the instant he'd done as she wanted, her body tensing as she cried out. "Yes," she gasped. "More, more, more."

The words fell from her lips over and over as he stroked her, her eyes shut tight. He tapped her leg lightly and she looked down at him. "How?" he demanded again, beyond caring if she realized he was far less experienced than she.

"Here." She brushed the pink bud at the apex of her sex. "Light and quick."

He bent his head to her again, licking her. She fell back onto the furs, nodding her approval. He flattened a hand on her stomach, holding her in place as he pleasured her. She whined, her hips trying to buck up against his mouth as his tongue flicked over her again and again. He quickened his pace as her channel tightened around his fingers, clutching at him. He groaned. What would that feel like around his cock? He was lightheaded with pleasure just imagining it.

It wasn't long before she reached her climax, her thighs clamping tight around his head as she quivered and moaned, her cunt pulsing around his fingers. His control snapped and he pushed her thighs wide, shoving down the waist of his pants and freeing his cock as he crawled over her. She twitched against the bedding, her eyes rolled back as she gasped for breath. He rubbed the head of his cock against her cunt, wetting it, and thrust inside. She screamed, her back arching as her channel pulsed around him, and he fell to his elbows above her, the tight pleasure of her nearly too much. He gritted his teeth, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his climax. Gyrda clutched at him, her hands shaking. With a grunt, he thrust deeper, sinking half his cock inside of her. She was like silk, the heat of her exquisite torture. His hips bucked against her of their own will, driving him deeper with each thrust until the head of his cock nudged her womb. Her small hands slapped at his chest, her legs trembling against his sides.

"Stop," she gasped. He froze, looking down at her. Her fingers clawed at the muscle of his chest, her heels pushing against his buttocks. "Too big," she whimpered. He pulled back slightly and she shrieked again, her teeth bared in pain. He froze, terrified to move forwards or back. He was hurting her. What an idiot he'd been, thinking with his cock, too eager to feel her to consider their bodies might not be meant to fit together.

She was large for a human, taller than most he'd met, her body thick and sturdy and padded with fat, but she was a human none-the-less and tiny compared to him. Tiny compared to most female orcs. Her body was not meant to take something as large as his cock.

She looked up at him, face tight with pain, and he cursed softly.

"I'm sorry," he said loudly. "I didn't know." It hadn't occurred to him she might not be able to fit him inside, and it must be possible, mustn't it? There were half-orcs in the world, the product of human and orc parents. His kind and her kind had mated in the past. Perhaps it was only her who was too small?

Or was it him? He'd not paid attention to the size of other males, but what if he was abnormal, too large for any woman to take? He pulled back slightly again, testing the waters, and she hissed once more, flinching. "Should I pull out?" he asked, not wanting to hurt her further without her consent.

She shook her head slightly, her lips tight. Her cunt spasmed around him, tightening further than he'd thought possible, and his hips moved of their own accord, snapping against her. She cried out again, her nails digging into his arms. He tensed every muscle, holding himself as still as he could, barely daring to breathe, eyes shut tight. "I'm sorry, Gyrda," he bit out. "I didn't know. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He could hear her take a few unsteady breaths, her legs relaxing slightly around him. Then her fingers touched his face, smoothing over his tight jaw. "Open your eyes," she whispered. He opened them reluctantly, looking down at her. Her face was no longer pinched in pain. "It's alright," she said softly. "You're bigger than I'm used to." She bit her lip, her gaze darting down between them before returning to his face. "Are you-- have you--"

"No," he grunted, looking away. "I haven't... lain with anyone before." He gritted his teeth. "I don't know how to do this right."

She nodded slightly. "I wondered." Her hands stroked over his chest, as if he and not she was the one who needed soothing. "It's alright," she hastened to add. "You've done nothing wrong."

"I hurt you," he growled. Her cunt seemed to have loosened around him, and he pulled away slowly, slipping from her body. He bit back a groan, his muscles trembling as he sat back on his heels, his cock still pointing towards her, hard and eager, demanding to be back inside her body.

She sat up with him, her arms winding around his neck, and his eyes widened as she kissed him. "It's alright," she murmured against his lips. "That was inevitable."

He reared back in confusion and she pressed a finger to his lips, smiling slightly. "You're very large," she said. "The first few thrusts would have hurt a bit regardless, and I wasn't quite ready. But we women can stretch a great deal. I'm not injured." One of her hands slipped down his chest, her fingers lightly caressing his cock. He watched, fascinated, as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him gently. He'd touched himself like this since he was a gangly youth, but it had never felt like this. He would have assumed another person's hand would be much like his own, but it was a thousand times better. "You didn't make me bleed," she said softly as she teased him, pushing the taut skin back from the swollen head, slicking her palm through the clear liquid that dripped from the hole at the tip of his cock and using it to lubricate her caresses. "There's no blood here, is there?" she asked, looking up at him.

He tore his gaze from her hypnotizing hand, shaking his head slowly. "What about here?" she asked, lying back and spreading her legs. He stared at the flushed pink flesh of her cunt and she took his hand in hers, guiding it to her. He pressed a finger inside her and she grasped his wrist, pulling it out. She was still wet with arousal, but not with blood, just as she'd promised. The tightness in his chest eased slightly and he took a heavy breath, releasing it through his teeth.

"Come back to me," she beckoned, tugging at his wrist. "We can try again."

Sahginoth pulled his hand from her grip. "No." What if he made it worse? He didn't want to see that pain in her eyes again and know he'd caused it. He already hated himself enough.

"Please," she begged him. "Let me show you." She pulled him down so he lay beside her, his body half over hers. She guided his hand back to her sex. "Use two fingers," she ordered. He obeyed, fucking her with his fingers as he had before, curving them against the top of her channel. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, then she stilled him with a hand on his arm. "Spread them apart," she whispered. "Stretch me." He did, but she still felt impossibly tight. Her back arched, though, as if this motion pleased her too, so he continued, watching as his thick grey fingers spread the dark pink lips of her sex wide. "Three," she panted, and he slipped another inside, her channel clenching around him as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. She moaned, her lower lip trapped tightly between her teeth. He bent to kiss her, eagerly swallowing her soft needy sounds as her mouth opened under his. She murmured encouragement between kisses, "Yes," and "That's right," and "More," and the rest of his fear and guilt eased. She spread her legs wider, pulling him over her, and he settled between her thighs again.

Gyrda reached for his cock, guiding it to her entrance, and he hesitated, pulling his fingers from her. "Are you sure?" he growled.

Her legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his buttocks. She circled her fingers around the little bud of flesh at the top of her sex. "Yes," she urged. "It will hurt a bit. It's alright," she assured him when he tried to pull back. "A bit of pain with pleasure is not bad." He frowned down at her and she urged him closer, the head of his cock sinking slightly inside her. She whimpered softly, the sound not quite pain, and he pressed further slowly, his fist wrapped around the base of his shaft so he could not go too deeply, no matter how much his body demanded it.

His muscles clenched as he made shallow thrusts, allowing her soft murmurs of encouragement to guide him. When her face tightened in pain, he paused, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss her. Slowly, her body relaxed, the tightness of her channel easing around him. "Touch me," she begged, and he released his grip on his cock, rocking against her as he played with her breasts, nipped at her lips. His cock inched inside and she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, her nails scoring his back and arms.

She pulled him down over her, their chests pressed together as he worked himself gently inside her. "Do you hurt?" he growled against her ear.

"Just enough," she breathed, her hands skimming down over his buttocks, urging him deeper. He held himself back, frowning down at her. How could she want him to hurt her? Would she not hate him in the morning?

She must have felt his discomfort. "It's not a bad pain," she said, raking her nails over his arse, his back, not quite scratching deep enough to draw blood. He shuddered, some of his control breaking as he thrust, filling her further. "Is that bad pain?" she asked. He shook his head. It was exquisite. "And this?" she asked, before she sank her teeth into his pectoral muscle, tugging sharply at his nipple.

He groaned, his hips snapping forward against hers. His cock sank deep into her channel, her heels on his buttocks holding him close as she soothed the bite with her tongue. He grunted, watching as she licked along the lines of his tattoos, a smile curving the corners of her mouth as she teased him. He understood now, the fine edge between the wrong kind of pain and the right kind. He'd never thought of it before, being content with his hand when he felt the urge, but all of this was so much more .

His body moved on instinct, now, slow deep thrusts as her back arched beneath him, their bodies slipping against each other, wet with sweat. She kissed him, their tongues tangling, teeth clicking together messily as they mated. She held his gaze as she urged one of his hands between them, pressing his fingers to the place where they were joined. "Yes," she breathed as, together, their fingers slipped over the folds of her sex where they were spread wide around his cock. He knew what she wanted. He nudged her hand out of the way, rubbing the bead of flesh with his thumb. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she threw her head back against the furs, her long neck exposed.

She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, the firelight playing over her skin. He bent his head, giving in to the primal urge to bite her. He ran his teeth along the column of her throat, growling with satisfaction as she cried out, her body bucking beneath his, demanding he move faster. He sped up his thrusts, feeling the burn of release gathering at the base of his spine, wanting to feel her come apart before he did. He sucked at the delicate skin of her neck, rubbing her pleasure point as he fucked her. Their bodies slid against the furs, her breasts bouncing against his chest as she cried out. "Gyrda," he groaned against her skin, scraping his teeth along her jaw. Her nails dug into his muscled back, her cunt tightening around him in waves as her body trembled, her breath coming in gasps. His climax tore through him without warning, his cock pulsing as she held him locked inside her. He fell to his elbows, bracing his heavy body above her as he poured himself into her.

Her trembling subsided, whimpers escaping her throat as her sex milked him. Her hands stroked over his back, urging him down, and he collapsed over her, face buried in her hair. She pressed soft kisses to his shoulder, taking his weight as if it were nothing.

He was never offering to let her live with Zarhu. She was staying with him. Forever.