Chapter Three #2
The ladies laughed, and when Bella finished her soda, she looked around, watching the couples and others moving to the faster music. She looked around. “Anyone want to dance?”
Hura and two others got up with her, and they all spent time on the dance floor, twisting and turning to the goblin music, and the beat got heavier with every song.
When the music slowed, they left the dance floor. A very tall orc stepped in front of her. “Lady, would you dance with me?”
She tilted her head back to see the precise scarring, the banded tusks, and tribal tattoos. She didn’t know enough about orcs to figure out the clan, but she smiled. “Yes, I will dance with you.”
He smiled, took her hand, and led her to the dance floor. He wrapped his hand around her, and the heat and callouses against her skin made her self-control a little weaker.
“You and the others. Amazing. Do you dance like that often? If so, where and when?”
She smiled. “I am semi-retired. The day job keeps me busy, and there are always new dancers who want to learn and join Hura.”
“Which one is she?”
“Shadows.”
“Ah, so if we wanted dancers for an event?”
“Ask her, but we are dancers, not strippers. Folks often have some confusion.”
They were moving together, and she found it was far too easy. She wasn’t jingling.
“Your name?”
“Abel-ur of the Daring Claw Clan.” He smiled and said, “Your name?”
“Bella Leto. No clan, born a distance from here.”
“Bella. It is understated for what you are.” He inhaled deeply as they danced. After another song started, he said slowly, “You know you are hot this evening.”
It wasn’t a question.
She looked up and smirked. “I am aware. That was why I was here. I was the spark for the spell.”
Abel-ur looked down at her. “You were an excellent spark. We felt the waves of it throughout the tables.”
“So, did you draw the short straw?”
He chuckled. “No. I dissuaded them from trying anything. They will all heal in time.”
She stared at him and then glanced at the table that had housed him. His seven dinner companions, four of whom were dark elves, were all looking at them with what she could describe as wistful lust.
She looked at him and grinned. “You have quite the fan club. They look disappointed at your desertion.”
“They will survive. I am having a delightful time. There is a lot of you exposed.”
“Hazards of performances.”
He grinned. “You don’t seem put off by my interest.”
“I have danced with orcs before.” She grinned.
“I have more than dancing on my mind.”
“Good for you. It’s nice to keep up a solid fantasy life.”
“I would love to detail my fantasies to you, preferably in front of a fire with nothing between us but sweat and the scent of sex in the air.”
She felt her body’s interest level ratchet up several notches.
“So, you believe in the direct approach?” She felt her thighs moving and his sliding between them.
“I do. Your scent isn’t leaving a lot of blood flow to my brain, so I just thought to be as persuasive as I can be with the handicap.”
Bella smiled. “Well, you are doing very well.”
He spun her out slowly, and she thudded back against him. “Thank you. I have never tried to seduce a woman on the dance floor in less than twenty minutes.”
“Why twenty minutes as a limit?”
“That is how long it will take the others to recover.”
She laughed and wanted to stop once it started, but her body was being offered options for the night, and it wanted to call in some candidates. Times like this, it felt like there was another being entirely within her. Funnily enough, that was what the entity wanted as well.
Out of all the encounters she had enjoyed across the world, none had managed to make use of her fertility.
Her body had rejected their offerings, one by one.
Abel-ur looked like a good candidate, was determined, and witty.
The intelligence gleamed in his eyes, and he looked at her like she was a snack.
She smiled up at him. “How much time do we have left?”
He pulled her against him in his leather formalwear: a vest and leather trousers. “Two minutes.”
“Well, before I make any decisions, I have to taste you.” She smiled. “You will end up wearing my lipstick.”
She wasn’t finished with the sentence when he lifted her, and his mouth met hers. It took her a few heartbeats to work around the tusks, but then she was all in.
* * * *
Jennel looked at the deer woman kissing the very tall orc. “Is that Abel-ur?”
Day-ek grinned. “It is. The bachelor clan chief himself. Looks like he’s up for an interesting evening.”
Jennel watched the way the woman caressed the orc’s jaw, and she smiled. It looked far more affectionate than simple lust. Time would tell.
* * * *
Bella didn’t remember much after that. Abel-ur hadn’t been drinking, so he drove them back to his place, where she found out he was surprisingly neat, and his bed was enormous.
“I don’t want to injure your costume, so can you remove it?”
She chuckled. “No small talk. Nice.” She reached behind her neck, loosened her neckpiece, then the hip wrap, and then her skirt and top.
He had removed the ceremonial jewellery, the cuffs, and the earrings. He removed his vest and turned to her, wearing the black leather trousers he had worn to the wedding.
Bella shivered, and her clothing slid away. His grin turned to a strange rapture. He picked her up and kissed and caressed her until she arched and shuddered softly against his fingers.
He murmured against her lips, “Let me know if I need to slow or stop.”
She nodded and murmured, “How do I get you to start?”
He laughed and stroked her sex, sliding his fingers into her, and when he moved to widen her, he blinked and said, “That, I was not expecting.”
She sighed. “Let me know if the fit is wrong. I can correct it, but I was guessing based on the feel of you against me.”
Abel-ur looked at her in surprise, “You changed to fit me?”
“Well, since you got harder at the thought, my measurements will need some tweaking, but come inside, it’s nice and wet in there.”
He grinned. “You don’t have teeth in there?”
“Have you been reading the men’s restroom?” As she spoke, he was opening his trousers to let the heavy, hot club of his cock emerge.
He pressed into her, and his bright silver and gold eyes met her eyes. The veins on his neck flexed and bulged as he worked into her, and when he was fully inside her, wonder filled his expression, and he groaned. “Gods, can I keep you?”
She chuckled, wrapped her legs around his hips, and started a slow undulation that had a desired effect. He shook and pressed into her hard, and then he was stuck.
She used every roll and twist in her arsenal, but eventually, she moaned and shook in her own climax that warmed her body more than the press of him against her.
The scent of sex filled the air while they waited. He pressed kisses to her lips, cheeks, and forehead.
He spoke softly, “How do you feel?”
She smiled. “Fine. Stuck.”
“Yes, that does come with the territory.”
“Disappointed that you didn’t have to hold back, but you did anyway?”
His pale gaze grew confused, and then he gave her a rueful look. “I didn’t want to scare you away.”
“Despite the horns, I don’t startle easily.” She stroked his jaw. “I can take on my normal dimensions if it will make you feel better to work harder.”
“You have a human form?”
“Sort of. Mostly. You don’t think I prance around like this all day, every day? I could never get a shirt over my head. No idea how the minotaurs do it.”
He smiled, and when his knot receded, he withdrew and cuddled her against him, his body curving around hers. He whispered to her in Orcish and stroked her softly. She got sleepy as he whispered words that translated to my treasure, my lover, my one.
It was a sweet thought, but she had research to do when she got up.
She eased out of his arms when the sun was streaming in. She did a small summoning and found a shirt. Gathering her belt and things was tricky without waking him, but he snuffled and rolled to his back.
She looked over the golden green muscles and the heavy banded cock that was as sleepy as its owner.
Tiptoeing to the main floor, she used her phone to summon a rideshare, and when it arrived in four minutes, she slipped out of the house and got herself into the car as soon as possible. The driver was an orc, and so was the neighbourhood.
The orc was chuckling. “Walk of shame?”
“Nope. No shame. I just need to get back to my car. I left it at the Grunwald mansion last night and need it for tomorrow morning.” She smiled.
“Did you have a fun evening?”
“It was more sweet than hot, but it was nice.”
The Sunday morning traffic was minimal, but she had thrown the orc into shock with the word ‘nice.’ That wasn’t a word that most folks associated with fucking orcs.
She got to the mansion gates, and her need opened the door. Her car was in the suppliers’ area, and she thanked her ride, tipped him, and sent him on his way.
Vaia’s voice sounded before Bella finished tossing her costume in the back seat.
“So, Bella, did you have a nice time?”
“It was pleasant. He was super timid.” She resumed her mostly human form with pointy ears. “If I leave you his shirt, can you get it back to him? I have the address.”
Vaia blinked. “Sure. Not a problem.”
Bella removed her covering, put on her underwear, and then her dress. She handed over the folded T-shirt, and Vaia smiled. “It was a good choice for covering. It hid you to your knees.”
“That was obvious and made me smile. He looks shorter when you get him horizontal.”
Vaia laughed. “That does help.” She patted the folded fabric. “I will take care of this.”
Bella rattled off the address, and Vaia nodded. “The courier is on their way here.”
Bella stepped into her shoes and smiled. “There. All presentable. Now, off to get some breakfast and then finish prepping my files for tomorrow.”
Vaia hugged her. “Thanks for doing that last night. I am sure that Neekil and Hannah are still appreciating it. They returned all rumpled and glowing around two to thank us for the blessing, but you were gone by then.”
“I will see Hannah soon enough. Thank you for doing this, letting the weddings happen here. It’s doing a lot for mixed unions who have no access to ceremony grounds.”
“So far, we are loving it. Krys is out of her mind planning, but I think she’s enjoying it.”
“Don’t let her burn out. Folks are flocking here because they are desperate. That means eventually someone will do it in bad faith.”
“I know. Can we get your help if they do?”
“Of course. I have been brushing up on the contract law involved, but I know you two have Dorn on speed dial.”
“Yes, but I think you would be more acceptable to the court.”
“Race issues?”
“Yes, but I am honest, as is Dorn. He mentioned it to me.”
“Ah, in that case, I would love to lend a brief if necessary.”
Vaia hugged her again and then said, “He didn’t give you breakfast?”
“He tired himself out holding back. So, drive through it will be, then a nap and some work I have been putting aside.” She waved and got into her car, driving down to the gates that opened to let her out.
She was nearly home with her takeout when a car pulled up next to her at the light.
She looked over, and a female orc with red eyes pulled out a gun and shot her.
Bella heard the shots ring out, and the light turned green.
She drove toward Danforth General, and when her vision started blurring, she pulled over, put on her hazards, and dialled emergency services.
She spoke as clearly as she could, but once she gave her location, things got super fuzzy.
Cars were passing hers, and it was funny to think how close they could be to a dying woman and not notice a thing.
The lights of the ambulance finally flickered and then became a solid strobe approaching her.
She grabbed her purse with a flopping hand, and as the paramedics got to her, they cut through her seatbelt and eased her onto a gurney.
Agents arrived and asked if she knew who shot her.
She couldn’t speak but held out her hand, and mist formed the image of the young orc woman with the gun aimed at her, and another image without her when the agent pulled out his phone.
She showed them as many images as she could, but then grey mist wrapped around her.
Her creature would keep her alive, but it was going to hurt.