Epilogue
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
Halloween night was finally here. My sister’s house was bustling with folks making their way through the haunts, most of which were on the cheesy and goofy side than actual scares.
Youths of all ages ran through the halls giggling after too much candy consumption and the idea that the adults were too busy to pay close enough attention to whatever mischief they sought.
It was nice.
Pleasant.
And, of course, I was freaking the fuck out.
“Stupid, stupid,” I muttered, searching frantically for my keys so I could run and get more ice as big warm arms wrapped around me.
“Are you calling my mate stupid?” Thrakh grumbled in my ear.
I huffed. “If I am, are you going to break my fingers too?” I snapped back, annoyed at his presence even though I was beyond obsessed and in love with him.
“I’m looking for my stupid keys because of all the things I forgot, getting enough ice wasn’t even on my radar.
It’s relatively small I guess, but we can’t have iceless drinks!
Such a simple fucking thing to forget. What will people think?
This is America where we like our drinks cold as a witch’s ti—”
“And guess who has a dozen bags of ice in his truck looking for someone to help him unload?” Thrakh interrupted my spiral, kissing down my neck, his long tongue I’d become very familiar with teasing with little licks and nips against my skin.
I felt his hard cock press into my backside, and even though he always seemed to be ready to go since he bit me, it still made me blush.
“This dress.” Thrakh grunted, squeezing my hips and slightly thrust against me.
“It should be illegal. Too tempting to be worn outside our bedroom.” He nipped at my neck again before releasing his hold on my waist. “I have a surprise for you anyway. Come help, peaches.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the back of the house where you could access the carport.
“Don’t you need one of your strong-arm baseball buddies?” I asked, giggling slightly as he let go of my wrist. “I’m just a helpless little witch afterall. How could I possibly—”
I turned around to silence and an empty gravel driveway. The trees rustled and a cool breeze drifted through the area, sending a chill up my spine.
“Thrakh?” I called, looking in several directions with no luck. My pulse raced at his sudden disappearance, but not in fear or panic.
Lust surged through me when I realized what my mate was up to. We’d talked about this, but I didn’t think it’d happen so soon.
“HellloooooOOooO?” I called into the darkness, mimicking a horror movie damsel in distress about to get the axe. “Is anyone there? HellooOo?”
I tried to keep a straight face as I crept around the side of his truck, expecting to see him waiting on the other side.
“Ha!” I jumped around the corner. “Huh,” I muttered, taking in the empty space. Crisp brown and orange leaves littered the ground, but there was no orc in sight. “Very funny, Thrakh!” I called before standing on my tiptoes to peer into the bed of his truck.
Sure enough, there were enough bags of ice to make cool drinks for all, and then some.
“At least you’re good for something!” I called again before reaching up to grab a bag of ice. “Looks like I’ll have to carry all these in by myself since my mate decided he had better things to do than—”
“Now,” a low, gravelly voice whispered into my ear, making me jump at the sound. “Where would the fun be in that?”
Before the gasp fully left my chest, I was a foot in the air and pinned to the side of Thrakh’s truck. The bag of ice fell from my hand, cubes spilling everywhere.
I slowly looked up, savoring the hottest moment of my entire life.
My mate. Wearing all black. His sleeves rolled up to show off his thick forearms.
Wearing a skull mask.
My ovaries combusted and I was surely levitating out of my body.
He stood over me like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to gut me with the butcher knife he held near my throat or rearrange my guts in other ways.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. Thrakh had made one of my wildest fantasies come true one day after I told him.
He didn’t utter a word, only quirked his head to the side, surveying my heaving chest barely contained in the purple corset top of the witch costume I wore.
He pushed me further into the metal siding of his truck, grinding his jean-covered dick into my pelvis, making me moan and writhe over his length.
“Hmmm,” he growled under the mask. “Is someone needy?”
I couldn’t form words, so I nodded and blinked up at the skull mask. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Thrakh growled, moved his hand where he’d been squeezing my hip to grab my chin, forcing my eyes back to his face.
“You’ll look at this mask as I make you come, little witch.”
I nodded, biting my lower lip as he let go of my chin and reached behind me to grab something.
An icy coldness overwhelmed every sensation. I seized up as Thrakh dragged an ice cube down the side of my neck, across my throat, and through the center of my cleavage. It was already a chilly night, and my dress was anything but well-insulated.
“Let’s see how I can make you squirm,” he whispered in the menacing voice of an attacker.
The gasped as the sound of fabric ripping broke the silence, rapidly switching between how hot it was that he just tore open the top of my corset strings, and pissed that I’d have to fix it before returning it to the rental store in town.
I couldn’t focus on it for too long, as the ice cube left my boobs and made its way down my thigh.
Thrakh worked quickly, sliding the skirts of my gown up so I was fully exposed to the night air.
The cold, wet trail left in its wake had me gasping quicker and quicker, trying to get his warm fingers to my center.
“Look at you,” he whispered, lifting his mask up, showing me the hunger on his face finally. “Desperate for a masked man to have his way with you, huh, peaches?”
I huffed. “Are you kink-shaming me before you get to the good stuff?”
“Never,” he growled, taking my comment seriously.
“I’m too turned on, and the mask is getting hot, but this—” he said, pausing before abruptly pushing his fingers into my center, the ice cube still between them making me jolt at the sensation.
“This is everything and I needed my mouth on yours before fucking you against my truck.”
The next moment his mouth was on mine, tusks scratching ever-so-lightly against my skin, his warm tongue pushed into my mouth begging for more. He licked inside my mouth like he was trying to taste every part of my essence, making my knees buckle and rely on his strength to keep me up.
“We have to be quick, but you better come on my cock like a good little witch at least twice. I want my cum dripping out of you the rest of the night to remind everyone who you belong to,” Thrakh said, that same dominance in his tone making me almost climax as he moved the ice cube through my folds, pausing on my clit.
“I need you, Thrakh,” I begged, squirming against him.
“Come for me first, peaches. Come for me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
What I need?
I already had it all.
The ice cube dropped from his fingers before he resumed his stroking, getting me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “I can smell you getting there, Stevie. I can almost taste you, that’s how wet you are. Come for me now, peaches, so I can fuck you like—”
I didn’t hear the rest of his dirty words as his fingers plunged into my pussy. The chill of the ice cube overwhelmed every sensation, leaving me in a haze of wanton need as I begged incoherently for more and more and more.
“That’s it,” he whispered in my ear as I calmed. “Now take this big orc cock like a good little witch. Come all over me and mark me as yours, mate.”
He thrust inside me.
Hard.
Again and again.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me hard and fast, just like he promised.
Ice cubes rattled in the truck bed and continued to fall on the ground as Thrakh took me like he was desperate. I begged for more like I’d never get enough of him.
“Fuck, I want to knot you so fucking bad but can’t risk anyone else seeing this pretty pussy.”
I came again, squeezing his length and tempting his knot at the edge of my entrance, not caring if anyone caught us, only needing him.
Without warning, he pulled out right as he came all over my lower stomach and the top of my mound still exposed to the night air.
“Just running out for some ice!” I heard Briar shout as Thrakh blushed, rushing to put my skirts back in place and tucking himself back into his black jeans.
“Be back in a few!” The back screen door slammed, bouncing off the frame a couple times as her footsteps made their quick descent down the wooden steps toward her car, which was only a few feet away from Thrakh’s, luckily on the other side.
“Look at that!” she said, sounding surprised. “Coach to the rescue!” I felt the back of the truck jostle before stepping away. I quickly shoved my tits back in their corset prison, tying up the last few bits until I could repair it with a needle and thread.
Thrakh growled as Briar approached, taking us both in.
She cackled immediately. “Y’all are freaks. Can’t even make it through a party without getting in my best friend’s panties, coach?” Briar said before hauling more ice than I thought she could lift over her shoulders.
“Shut up.” I smoothed my skirts down. I tried to grab a bag of ice before Thrakh tsked, motioning for me to go back to the party while hauling a few bags into his arms.
“Wrap it before you tap it unless you want to make me an auntie soon!” Her laughter echoed into the house.
“Auntie? Who’s going to be an auntie?” I heard my sister ask excitedly.
“Leave them alone, Dolly,” Declan added.
“No! I’m her sister, I can—”
“Sorry about her,” I said as Thrakh and I paused at the threshold.
“I’m not.” He maintained a concerning amount of eye contact before winking. “Let’s get to the party before riots start because the host dared to forget the ice and ruin the festivities.”
I rolled my eyes.
“For a small-town orc who everyone seems to love, you can be a real jerk.”
“And you fell for this jerk, didn’t you, my mate?”
He dropped the bags of ice on the floor, pulling me close, staring into my eyes as a big, beautiful smile stretched over his tusks.
“I did,” I answered.
“Damn right you did.”
Then he leaned in to kiss me.
And like always, I wished it would never end.
“Let’s get out there before I try to fuck you again in your sister’s kitchen.”
“I wouldn’t be mad about it.” I shrugged.
“I would be!” Dolly shook her head, bringing me in for a hug, leading me into Maplewicket’s last Halloween shindig of the year.
“Love you, Stevie,” she whispered before kissing my cheek. She passed me an orange Jell-O shot.
“Love you, Dolly.” We clinked our plastic shot glasses and enjoyed the rest of the night with our friends, celebrating life, the harvest, and all the joy to come.