Epilogue
GRAT
Two weeks later.
“Khala?” I looked around the corner of our house at the open space under an awning where my beloved bride had set up a workshop.
All her tools were here, as well as a few of the framed pictures drawn by Rolly, her late stepson. I had hung the rest of his drawings in the house for her.
Khala spent a considerable amount of time in her workshop during the day, forging and hammering metals, sawing wood, and doing whatever her heart desired.
One of her first projects in the keep had been building a warm, spacious doghouse for Honey, our water dog that Khala found in the creek by our hunting cabin.
She also named the dog’s sole surviving puppy Sugar.
Agor and I just shook our heads at those names. Between Khala and Becca, I started to believe that humans saw water dogs differently somehow. No orc would name their fierce predator dogs Honey, or Sugar, or Dumpling.
But it stuck somehow. Now, I couldn’t imagine any other names for either of them.
Honey was napping on a blanket by her doghouse. Sugar was playing with her mother’s tail when she saw me, then she went for my ankle instead.
“No, bad girl, Sugar.” I freed my pant leg from the puppy's sharp little teeth, then lifted her by the scruff and put her back with her mother.
As well-behaved as the mother was, her young pup still needed a lot of training.
“Khala?” I called again, but she wasn’t here.
The forge was cold, meaning Khala hadn’t even started it this morning when I’d left right after breakfast for a meeting with Agor.
Another place where Khala spent a lot of time lately was the bank of the river just outside of the keep. That was where I headed to next.
I found my woman by the water, sitting on a fallen tree trunk by a huge barrel erected on thick log stilts. An open scroll with a drawing was spread on her lap.
“There you are.” I slipped behind her and wrapped my arms around her middle.
She squeaked in surprise, then relaxed against my chest with a soft giggle.
“You found me.”
“I missed you.” I kissed her face. “What are you doing here all alone?”
“I wasn’t alone until just now. A whole bunch of people were here earlier this morning. See? We got the water tower up.” She pointed at the giant barrel on stilts.
“Looks good,” I said without really looking at the thing. Nuzzling her neck was much more exciting.
“The stream is already working the pump that fills the barrel with water. From there, it’ll go into that pipe that I’ll extend all the way to our house. So you can have baths whenever you like. Once Agor sees it—”
“Sees what? Me in the tub?” I tugged at the neckline laces of her blouse, untying them.
“Not you, you silly!” She laughed, turning to kiss my cheek, but I caught her chin and placed a kiss on the lips instead.
She tried to talk again after the kiss.
“Once Agor sees the water running into the tub, he will…” She gasped softly as I slipped my hand inside her blouse to cup her tit and play with her nipple. “He…um…” She shifted on the log, pressing her thighs together.
I knew what Agor would do once he saw Khala’s work in action. The High Chief allowed Khala to use our house as a test for her new project. If it worked, she’d have his approval to bring the water to every house in the keep for whoever wished to have it.
She also had some ideas about draining water from the ground close to the keep, to make space for more gardens for us to plant. I had no doubt that she’d find a way for all her projects to work. Khala knew what she was doing, and I trusted her implicitly.
“I’m so lucky to have found a smart woman like you.” I slipped a hand between her legs, but her dress was in the way.
“Men don’t usually like smart women…” She said breathlessly, helping me hike up her skirts.
“Those are weak men,” I dismissed. “No one will ever call me weak.” I dropped down to my knees and spun her around to face me. “Let me see it, sweetheart.”
She fingered the hem of her blue, wool dress, hesitating. “Everyone has left for lunch, but they’ll return in less than an hour.”
I didn’t care even if the whole keep was here right now. Let them watch how well I could pleasure my bride. But Khala was shy about sex and intimacy, as humans tended to be.
“An hour is more than enough time for me to make you come quite a few times,” I assured her. “Let me see your sweet little pussy, my love.”
Her cheeks flushed with the loveliest shade of pink as she lifted her skirts for me.
“These need to go too.” I slipped her long, frilly underpants down her legs.
The weather was getting chillier as the autumn progressed later into the year. But I’d make her hot and sweating soon enough.
A shiver ran down her body as I spread her knees apart. Her arousal already glistened on the pink delicate flesh between the tight dark curls of her pussy.
“Gorgeous.” I licked my lips and ran my thumb through the slick that coated her lower lips.
“I shall put a jewel stone right here,” I flicked the neat little hood of skin over her pleasure bud.
“Not a diamond, though. You already have lots of those from the trunks that Agor and Becca retrieved from the duke’s wagons. ”
Leaning back on her outstretched arms, she only breathed heavily in response as I let my fingers play inside her. Her eyelids hooded her eyes. She bit her lip, moving her hips slightly in rhythm with my fingers, already lost to the sensations I made her feel.
“It should be a bright gemstone, like a sapphire to match my cock ring. Or a tiger eye. Yesss,” I hummed, lowering my head to drag my tongue along her folds. “Right here.” I took her clit between my lips and gave it a gentle suck.
Her thighs trembled, and her heavy breaths turned to moans. I reached up to palm her tits through her clothes, making her squirm on the log she was sitting on.
“Yes, a sparkling tiger eye rock,” I murmured between my kisses and nibbles of her swollen clit. “It’ll keep an eye on your sweet little pussy for me whenever I can’t see it with my own eyes.”
She exhaled a laugh, rocking her hips against my mouth. “You talk so much while you fuck me… I have no idea why, but I…I love it.”
“You make me feel so much, sweetheart. I can’t hold it all inside.
I have to keep talking or burst into pieces from all these feelings.
” I pumped a finger in and out of her while rubbing her sweet spot with my thumb.
“Let me see these too.” I shoved the ends of her blouse open to expose her tits for my viewing pleasure.
She leaned forward, taking my entire finger in, and I caught one of her nipples into my mouth. A growl rolled through my throat from the pure bliss of feeling and tasting her like this, with all my senses.
My cock was hard like one of the metal pipes she used for her contraptions. But I ignored it, pumping and rubbing harder, eager to hear her scream in pleasure. She wouldn’t have it, though.
“Grat…” She gripped my wrist. “I want you inside me.”
As much as my dearest princess loved my hand and my tongue, she enjoyed coming on my cock the most. And who was I to deny her?
I untied my laces and shoved my pants down. “Take it sweetheart. It’s all yours.”
She hooked her legs around my middle, sliding closer. The touch of her slender fingers around my girth rocked through me with a hot swell of desire.
“Fuck, Khala,” I groaned in plea. “How am I supposed to last with you? Even for a second?”
“Patience, my dear,” she giggled, aligning my length with her opening. “You’re not even in yet.”
My cock ring had a very important purpose now. I’d moved it to mark the exact length that my dainty princess could take. It was just about a half of my cock’s length, but it was the best half. Anticipation ran through me in a shiver just from the memory of how fucking fantastic she felt inside.
She felt amazing in many ways, my Khala, even if she didn’t take me in at all.
Just yesterday morning, she pushed me to my back, then pressed my fully erect cock to my belly, and rode me like that, with her slick pussy sliding along the underside of my cock.
She rubbed her hot throbbing clit along the entire length of my erection, making us both come harder than ever.
I had to pace myself now, slowly sliding inside her. But I couldn't resist when her pussy gripped me and Khala moved her mouth closer to my ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Grat.”
She might’ve been born a princess, but she would forever remain my wild thing.
I growled, pulling back, then thrusting in again. My sapphire rubbed against her clit, making her whimper in pleasure.
“Oh, it’s so good…” she moaned, and I thrust harder, faster, unable to slow down even if my life depended on it.
She cried out, her thighs trembling with her climax. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, setting off my release too. My cock throbbed, filling her with my seed and spilling it over.
“Oh, Grat,” she exhaled, her arms draped over my shoulders, her face buried in the side of my neck. “I love you.”
I loved her too, more that I could ever express properly in words. So I just stroked her hair and kissed her temple, and she didn’t wait for me to say it, because she already knew.
“Granny Magra examined me this morning, just like she promised to do yesterday, remember?” she murmured against my neck as I yanked her skirts down to keep her warm.
“And?” I asked. “What did she say?”
She leaned back, meeting my eyes.
“She said there’s nothing wrong with me.
The reason my late husband never got me pregnant was him, not me.
She also said that if we don’t want to have children anytime soon, then we should do something to not get pregnant because now that I finally have a real man to bed me properly, you’ll breed me in no time. ” She laughed. “Her words, not mine.”
I fingered the end of her braid where my courting ribbon was tied into a pretty sparkling bow.
“Do you want to have a baby, Khala?” I asked.
I hoped to be a father one day, but it wasn’t just my decision to make.
“With you?” Her smile brightened. “Yes, Grat, I definitely do.”
“Well, then I’ll have to do what Granny Magra said and breed you.” I hugged her to me, nuzzling the side of her neck as she giggled. “How about right now?”