Chapter 10 #2
“Khala.” His voice dipped with warning. “Don’t start something I won’t be able to finish.”
“Why won’t you?”
“I…I won’t fit in here.” He circled his finger inside me, eliciting another moan of pleasure from me. “There is just no way.”
It wasn’t fair. I wanted to share the pleasure he was giving me. But he had a point. I’d seen his beast of a cock. The thought of jamming it inside me made my inner muscles clench with dread.
“Let me finish it for you then.” I untied his laces, unleashing his monster cock.
It sprang free. Thick, long, and covered in bulging veins, it truly looked like a beast that belonged with all the terrifying swamp monsters I’d seen in the Wetlands.
The sapphire glistened against his dark-green skin.
The golden setting of the ring caught my attention.
It wasn’t solid, I realized, but made of elongated links that circled Grat’s cock at the base, overlapping each other like a tight chain.
When the cock swelled with erection, the links shifted further away from each other, giving room to accommodate his impressive girth.
“This is a genius design,” I marveled, sliding my fingers around his cock to fully appreciate the mechanics of the ring. “That’s why you can wear it permanently, right? You don’t ever take it off, do you?”
Grat tensed under my touch.
“You’ll be the death of me, girl,” he gritted through his teeth with a tortured groan.
“Oh.” I jerked my hand away. “Would you rather I don’t touch you?”
“I’d rather you’d never take your hands off me. I’d give up the fucking ring and everything else I own if you just keep touching me like that, my sweet.”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock again, leaning closer.
“I don’t want you to give up your ring,” I murmured. “You seem to like it.”
“You know I like pretty things.” He glanced down at the giant sapphire decorating his cock. “Its color matches your eyes.”
“How romantic,” I laughed, squeezing my hand slightly to test the resistance of his massive member.
He breathed harder, straining his muscles.
“You’re awfully quiet now, sweetie pie,” I teased again. “What happened? Can’t keep up anymore?”
I wiggled my hips, rubbing myself on his fingers.
He smirked and pinched my clit, making me yelp.
“You may not be an apewoman, but you are a wild one, aren’t you? I bet I’ll get you off in no time,” he boasted with a cocky arch of an eyebrow.
“Or maybe I’ll get you off first?” I squeezed his cock harder, sliding my hand down its hot length.
Grat growled deep in his throat. With an arm around my waist, he pressed me to him. His finger curled inside me, rubbing against a spot I didn’t know could feel so amazing. Sweet pleasure flooded my lower belly, feeling almost tangible in its intensity.
“Oh gods…” I gasped as my hips jerked.
“There you are,” he murmured with glee. “Come for me, my sweet girl.”
His thumb pressed harder against my clit, rubbing it in earnest. Pleasure flickered, then grew stronger.
“Yes…” I breathed out, reaching out to the promise of ecstasy with both my mind and my body.
My hand flexed around his cock. He groaned, either in pain or pleasure or both. My chatty orc no longer spoke—he moaned. I jerked on his cock, delirious from the pleasure rolling over my body in hot swells.
Grat tensed, his fingers never stopping working me inside and out. I cried out, trembling as my pleasure crested. My inner muscles spasmed around his finger. My body shook. I leaned my forehead to his, hugging his neck with my arm.
My other hand was still gripping his cock. I jerked at it belatedly, my mind blinded by my orgasm. He roared, bucking his hips. His hard length pulsed in my fingers, then hot, thick spurts of his release hit my skin.
“See? I did it,” I moaned triumphantly while Grat still rubbed me gently between my thighs, milking every last drop of my pleasure.
“No, my sweet,” he chuckled. “I did it. I made you come first.”
“That’s up for debate.” I wouldn’t give up.
He gave me an amused look. “Do you really want to debate this?”
“Well, we could at least call it a tie.” I giggled.
He stretched his back with a quick glance at his lap where I sat in the green puddle of his seed.
“How about we get rid of that toad, then have a bath? Maybe I’ll make you come again, to break the tie you speak of.”
He grinned, and it was the most handsome smile I’d ever seen. Even his menacing, gleaming tusks that jolted up from his lower jaw didn’t spoil it. In fact, they seemed to make it only better.
During our bath, Grat made me come on his fingers again. But he refused to let me return the favor.
“No need to make a mess in here,” he said, shifting his hips away from my reaching hand. “I can wait.”
It’d be a big mess, judging by the copious amount of seed he’d spilled before.
“Do you still have that much of it in you?” I asked skeptically. “You’ve already dumped a bucketful of it today.”
“Sweetheart,” he laughed. “I could fill this whole tub by morning if I wanted.”
“Now you’re just bragging.”
“It’s not bragging if it’s true. When it comes to fucking, no one can keep up with a bog orc.”
Incredibly, desire pulsed low in my belly all over again. I’d never come more than twice in one night, and only by my own hand before. Now, I felt tempted to test his claims and keep him awake through the entire night.
What had Grat done to me? He’d turned me into a wanton woman.
How scandalous would that be back at the royal court? My relationship with a “savage bog orc” would’ve caused a real uproar back at the king’s palace, spreading rumors, disgust, and outrage for centuries to come.
Out here, far away from all the court drama, however, I just didn’t care. I smiled, stretching in the warm water with his big, burly arms holding me safe.
“I’ve never stayed up all night with a man before,” I mused out loud.
He went uncharacteristically quiet, and I wondered what he might be thinking about.
Direct like always, he asked me straight on, “What have you done with a man before, Khala?”
“Do you want to know how experienced I am?” I clarified.
“No, I’m more interested to know how involved with anyone you’ve been or…possibly still are.” He shifted me in his arms to better see my face. “I don’t know anything about you. And what little I thought I knew turned out to be not true. I think we need to talk.”
“We do,” I agreed with a worried sigh.
I wanted to be completely honest with him, I really did. But I wasn’t sure my honesty would do him any good.
“Have you really been abandoned by your tribe?” he asked.
“No. Not in the way you thought I was. I ran away,” I confessed.
“Why? Did someone hurt you?”
His muscles tensed, his hands flexing into fists, like he was ready to jump out of the tub and run into a battle to avenge whatever pain anyone had ever caused me. Except that Grat would never win in a fight against Reizon and his army. He’d only get hurt himself.
“Khala?” he prompted when I hesitated with my answer. “What happened? Tell me. Does it have anything to do with the army of humans that’s in the Wetlands now?”
Fear sliced through me with freezing cold.
“What humans? What army?”
He gave me a penetrating look. “Were you with them, Khala? Are they your people?”
I’d left Reizon and his men, then ran away from the road that led to his lands.
I had deliberately chosen the wildest, least explored parts of Helfallow, going deeper and deeper into the Wetlands where Reizon would be less likely to follow me.
Yet deep inside, I always knew he wouldn’t stop searching for me.
And now, no part of the Wetlands was safe.
If Reizon knew where I was, Grat wouldn’t be safe either.
“How do you know they’re here?” I asked, my mind scrambling for what to do next.
“The folks from the keep saw them.”
“Did you talk to anyone about me?”
He frowned. “No, I didn’t.”
“Are you sure? No one knows that I’m here?”
“No one knows.” He straightened his back, worry etching deep grooves in his forehead. “Khala, what’s going on? Who are those people? Why are they here? What do you have to do with any of it?”
He deserved to know it all, he really did. But I feared the truth would put him in even greater danger. It would potentially put the rest of his people in danger too. I couldn’t do it to him, but I wouldn’t lie either.
“I can’t tell you everything, Grat,” I said, honestly. “No one can know that I’m here. If word about my whereabouts comes out, people will come searching for me, and they would harm anyone who’d step in their way.”
“We’ll see about that.” The defiance in his voice scared me.
“Grat, please, you don’t understand. If you start a war, those people have the means to win it. The orcs would lose, and many of you would die.”
He scoffed. “Don’t underestimate us, sweet thing. The Wetlands are ours. Woe would befall anyone who’d fight us in our own home.”
I blew out a breath in frustration. Grat was as stubborn as he was cocky. But I knew he had the strength and bravery to back up his words. I believed he’d die to protect his homeland. Except that I wanted him to live.
“Please believe me, if there is a war, many of your orcs would perish,” I repeated gravely.
“But if no one knows that I’m in the Wetlands, no one can tell them where I am.
You see? Let them search and leave with nothing.
Eventually, they’ll have to believe that a monster ate me or something.
That’s the only way they would leave you all in peace. ”
“Why are they after you, Khala?” he asked, still frowning. “What did you do?”
I fell silent, unsure what to say. It mattered to me what he thought about me, but I also tried to be honest whenever I could.
“I stabbed a man.” My voice came out small and hollow.
Dread spread through my chest like an ink stain. I didn’t want Grat to despise me, but how could he not, if I was a murderer?
“Why?” he asked evenly.
I clenched my hands into fists. “He deserved it. He attacked me, and I defended myself.”
“Did you kill him?”