Chapter 8
Addy
Ipromise never to tease anyone ever again.
Okay, that’s a lie. But by the gods above, this orc is killing me with his kisses and slowness. It’s the longest night of the year, and I’m loving every second of it. Also, I am in desperate need for him to move faster. The emptiness in me needs to be filled—now!
I’ve never been exposed to another person like this before.
Normally the lights are off; I keep a sheet or blanket deliberately covering some part, or many parts, of my body.
While I want to squirm a little, his gaze of pure need and desire makes me feel more empowered than I’ve ever felt.
The way he rubs his hands along my thighs, fingers kneading my flesh, moaning in delight, hits my mind like I’m being worshipped.
I had my reservations about orcs—about all the creatures here in Moonfang Haven—but Leif has quickly shattered all of them.
He’s bossy, but so gentle. The growly Santa named the frickin’ hedgehog family!
What kind of grump does that? His tenderness is almost overwhelming; it’s nothing I’ve experienced before.
When his hot tongue laps at my clit, I’m almost ready to fall apart.
I spread my legs wide, exposing my most intimate bits to him, and he sucks and moans as if he’s eating the most delicious meal of his life.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers through his hair, letting him know that I love what he’s doing.
The pause, the absence of his mouth, makes me whimper.
Propped up on elbows, trying to get my eyes to focus, he’s walked away to the kitchen.
Before I can say anything, he’s using sink water.
Maybe he’s thirsty? I feel like I’ve reached the intermission at a theater.
Confused, but at least I have his backside to admire.
The candlelight's flicker accentuates his back muscles. I always thought that was photoshopped—seeing magazine photos of thick, muscled backs. Clearly, I was wrong. I’ll happily be wrong every day of the week if I can see and touch him more.
When he saunters back, that silly Santa hat on his head, his cock thick and hard, tenting his pants, my insides jump with excitement. And then, I see what he’s carrying. A second cock—a dildo—in his hand.
He shakes a finger at me in a no-no motion. I give him my best, oh, really? look. Leif smiles. It’s a grin for the masses. His tusks gleam in the light, his thick lips spread wide, and I want to eat them up. My center clenches as he stalks toward me, muscles and cocks on display.
Kneeling between my thighs, he says, “So, Addy. Since you admitted to not being a good girl this year, I don’t know if you get a toy.” He flips the dildo in his hand like I did earlier. I can’t help but smile.
“Oh, Leif, please.” I give him my best doe-eyed look. “It’s all I wanted for Christmas.”
“Really? All you want?” He asks, genuine surprise in his voice. I shake my head no.
“It’s what I wanted. But then you kidnapped me, and now I want something else. More.” I lick my lips. “I want you.”
All I get in answer to that is a grunt. Figures.
But then Leif leans over me more, kisses me, and I forget why grunting is not enough. This kiss is more pressing than before, and I love the energy. His tusk scrapes gently against my cheek, sending a shiver of delight down my spine.
I hear the vibration of the dildo before I feel it.
I may have squealed with delight at the sound.
Leif huffs, half-laughing. Then he teases me with it.
He adjusts to straddle just one of my legs and presses his hard cock against my leg.
That right there is enough to make me whimper with want.
I try to adjust, to get the heaviness of him where I want it, but he is literally a boulder, and I can’t move him.
He takes the vibrating dildo and runs it up the length of my other thigh, pausing just at the crease at the top of my thigh.
Pure torture. All the while, kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.
I know I can shimmy and get the dildo where I want it. I know it. But when I do, it disappears from my thigh. Pulling back to look at him, nose to nose, I chastise him. “You’re being mean. I want that. I’m ready.”
“Mmhmm,” is all the answer I get. Followed by the dildo teasing each nipple.
Now, I can’t rub my thighs together for any friction.
I can’t move his body to lie on top of me.
I’m helpless. Grabbing his hand with the dildo, I try to move it back to my center, but he resists. I huff out in frustration.
“Leif, please,” I beg.
“Mm, I like it when you say ‘please’. But like I said, naughty girls have to wait.” His voice rumbles through me, even though our chests don’t touch. It’d be a lie to say the word naughty doesn’t send a thrill through me.
“I need you. Please.” I say again.
“That’s good,” he says with a short nod. The dildo disappears from my torso, where he’s teasing me, up and down, and reappears against my clit.
“More,” I demand. He shakes his head and kisses me. I spread my leg wider and dig my heel into the floor, trying to lift up and capture the damned dildo. He doesn’t give in, but he does slide it through my wetness and then back to my clit, this time applying more pressure.
It’s all I need to come against this fake orc cock, wishing it were the real thing.
“You’re so pretty when you come,” he whispers after I’ve caught my breath. A delicious orgasm. The problem is—it left me wanting more. A lot more. Sweet kisses along my body are electric, each one leaving me with more and more desire.
“I’m so empty,” I say, not even hating the way there’s pleading in my voice.
It feels like relief when he shifts, his legs moving just enough to give me wiggle room.
I wrap my legs around him, shocked at the way my butt lifts off the ground.
Even though he’s on all fours, he’s still so big.
Heels dug into his back, I tug on his shoulders, too, trying to get him to give in.
“You’re cute when you’re impatient,” he says. Then, “You want me to fill you up?”
That question, those words, undo something inside me. “Please,” I say, louder than I need to, my hands tugging at him again.
Leif stretches out next to me and removes his pants.
I’m so distracted by his hand tracing circles along my torso, outlining my breasts, then nipples, then widening in diameter again, that I can’t focus on admiring the sight of him naked.
Each swirl is almost a tickle, torturous as the rest of me demands attention, too.
The need to have him touch me, in me, on me, is almost too much to bear. “Come here,” he says in a whisper.
Without a shred of self-consciousness or embarrassment, I climb this steady, powerful orc, pausing at the sight of his thick hard cock; somehow more intimidating than the dildo.
Now I’m the one on my hands and knees. Legs spread wide to fit around him, I feel more nervous.
I held that dildo; I know how big it was.
“What’s wrong?” His intense eyes see straight through me.
“I know this sounds silly, but are you going to fit?” Covering my face with my hands, I have to sit up more. His cock thumps against my ass, which makes me laugh, all the while feeling ridiculously embarrassed.
“I’ll fit. I’ll also go slow, at your pace, okay, Beautiful?
” His hands knead my thighs, and the sensation relaxes me.
His calling me beautiful catches me off-guard.
“Go slow,” he says. I nod, trying not to be weirded out that I want this—him—so much, and yet I’m intimidated, and not just by his size.
Lifting myself, I guide the tip of his weeping cock to my entrance, all the while he’s got one hand on my thigh and the other teasing my nipple.
“That’s it. You’re so wet for me, so ripe.
You feel amazing.” I know he isn’t all the way in yet, but already my body is moving on reflex, savoring the hardness of him and the stretch.
Oh, gods, the stretch. “Breathe for me,” he rasps, somehow knowing what I’m thinking. For all my playful taunting, saying I wasn’t good this year, flipping the damned dildo in my hand like some sex kitten goddess, I’m woefully inadequate for this moment.
Leif doesn’t question. Doesn’t push. Doesn’t do anything but support. My hands are on his shoulders, and he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s still able to lift himself, placing my nipple into his hot green mouth. The tugging and sucking is so exquisite, I cry out, which only makes him suck harder.
Together, slowly, we move together by the light of the fire. With snowflakes flying furiously outside and the wind howling, we’re snug, warm, and on fire with this Winter Solstice magic.
Eventually, I’m seated most of the way onto his cock, and I feel like I’ve conquered a mountain.
And really, I’m barely holding on. The tingling down my spine when he kisses me almost sends me over the edge.
He grasps at my waist, guiding me faster, until we’re both leaping over the edge of the cliff together.
Me, and my orc.
Together on the quilt, he reaches to the sofa to grab another blanket and place it over me, then wraps his arms around me. Each thump of his giant heart is in perfect rhythm with mine. It’s blissful being here, just like this, in this moment in time.
The clock on the wall strikes a chord, and for a minute, my brain takes me to a weird place of wondering if this is a Cinderella story.
Will I turn into a pumpkin now that the solstice is over?
Will he forget that I’m the perfect fit for him?
Or will we go about our normal lives and only think of this night as a hazy memory?
“Oh no,” Leif says, his voice sharp as he turns to look at the clock.
“What time is it?” Our quiet closeness post-orgasm is over as he scrambles.
He doesn’t push me off of him, but carefully sets me on the quilt, wrapping it around me as he removes himself from our nest and stands to walk away, still naked.