Chapter 26 #2
“I am too much.” The words slipped out before she even realized what she was saying. “You will regret it.”
“Not possible.”
She shook her head, seeing how foolish her spontaneous decision to come here was. It would make leaving him all the more painful. “I cannot be what you want me to be! My revenge against the Crown will not be cast aside, and I will see it through.”
“You do not know what I want,” he answered, voice laced with tension.
“No, perhaps not. But it certainly wouldn’t be a witch plagued by madness and the need for vengeance,” she yelled, angry at the world and herself. “You need someone steady by your side, not someone unpredictable.”
Someone unlovable.
“Do not presume to know what I am thinking.” This time, his composure vanished, and she noticed his hands clench in frustration. “I need my fierce mate beside me.”
Another crack in her heart healed at his words, no matter how much she tried to fight him. How did he take these ugly, angry parts of her and make them beautiful? It was easier to drown in her pain than to let herself be loved.
Despite her words, Calypso couldn’t bear the distance between them any longer and threw herself at him. Desperately, she clutched his shoulders, pressing into the hard planes of his chest.
Control snapped, he buried his hand in her hair and boldly kissed her, his tongue probing his mouth as if she were all his to explore as he wished.
His other hand was at her back, not allowing her to step away now that she had closed the distance.
Her breath caught at the feel of his hardness, and she couldn’t help but rub up against his length.
He groaned before speaking through gritted teeth. “Not consummating the mating bond is affecting my control, especially after the fight.” He inhaled deeply at her neck but then pulled himself back. “If you don’t want me, then you need to leave now.”
Lust dilated his pupils, and he gripped her hips despite what he’d said about letting her leave.
Seeing him on the edge of control spurred her own desire, clenching deep in her lower belly.
The need to touch his body drowned all hesitations and questions.
She had ached for him, and here he was, wanting her just as fiercely.
She pushed his chest slightly, and his hands fell immediately. He was telling the truth that he would let her go if she chose that.
But she didn’t want to let him go.
Calypso dropped to her knees before him, her hands sliding up his trousers, nimbly untying the material.
His enormous cock sprang free, and she almost moaned at the sight of it.
Since that day in the forest, the memory of his gorgeous cock plagued her thoughts.
She ran her fingernails over the prominent veins leading up to his bulbous head.
There was a drop of pre-cum at the tip, and she leaned forward to lick it, eager for the taste of him.
He sharply inhaled at the contact. Having had a taste, she became hungry for more, longing to fully break his control. She licked his entire length then took him into her mouth as far as she could. With the size of his head, she could barely get much in before gagging.
There was so much of him, she could wrap both of her hands around his length and glide up and down as she sucked at his head. Seeing him up close just made her ache with need and anticipation. He would stretch her so much she wondered if he would fit all the way.
“You are so perfect, my witch.” His breathing was ragged, and his hips inadvertently thrust forward.
She melted under the devoted way he looked at her. He loomed so large and powerful, his muscular strength rippling with barely contained restraint, and all of it was focused solely on her.
Her lips popped off his head, and she continued to stroke him as she teasingly said, “That’s not my name, dear mate.”
Then she took him into her mouth again, bringing him as deep as she could until her eyes filled with tears.
“Fuck, Calypso,” he groaned, hand tightening in her hair and his claws lightly scratching at her scalp.
She loved it when he said her name in that deep and rumbling way. She steadied her rhythm as her orc became undone.
“Move if you don’t want my seed,” he growled, and she felt his balls tighten with his impending release.
She stayed where she was, mouth wrapped around his thick cock as he groaned, and warm liquid hit the back of her throat. She swallowed what she could but had to move back when it became too much.
The rest of his seed fell onto the front of her dress. It seemed wrong that it wasn’t on her bare skin instead. In the forest he’d marked her with his scent out of necessity, but now the idea of the clan knowing she was his thrilled her.
He pulled her up and slammed his mouth onto hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist when he picked her up. He walked while easily carrying her, but she paid no mind to it as he devoured her mouth.
Her legs tightened with the overwhelming urge to feel him closer. Her core was desperate to be touched and filled. She kissed his jaw, his tusks, his neck, and then bit his shoulder. “I need you now.”
“My impatient mate.” One of his hands then moved under her dress and slid up her bare skin until he reached her throbbing clit. She moaned into his chest and moved her hips, wanting more of that pressure.
She felt a nudge near her bottom and realized he was hard again. That made her want to push him down and just take over herself.
He placed her down on a pile of furs, but that is all she registered with the raw need coursing through her veins. This orc had taken over all her senses and all her mind, and at the moment all she wanted was to be claimed.
A second later he lowered himself on top of her, but he came at her infuriatingly slow, his touches too soft and his kisses too gentle.
She felt so close to the edge, but every time she tried to increase the pressure, he slowed it down.
He regained some control after his release, but lust was propelling her into madness.
She groaned in frustration as his kisses made lazy movements down her neck, leisurely lowering her dress. That damned orc smiled in amusement at her desperation.
“Tell me what you need, sweet mate.”
Sweet mate. The way he said those words made her pussy clench, and she couldn’t imagine her need becoming greater. Her dress was now pulled down to her waist, and his hand was over her breast, slowly rolling over the nipple.
“I need to come.” Goddess, help her if he continued his teasing touches and slow kisses.
Her orc seemed to have taken pity on her torture because one minute she was on her back and the next he’d flipped her over onto her knees, her hips pulled up. She put her hands out to steady herself and felt the fabric of her undergarments rip, exposing her aching core.
He pushed in a finger and then another, finally giving her something to satiate her need to be filled. She arched her hips back and moved with him, fucking herself on his fingers.
“You’re so wet and so tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as his thumb rubbed over her clit with steady pressure.
“I can take it,” she moaned, basing that confidence on nothing but mindless desire. The pleasure that had already built didn’t take long to peak, and she tightened over his hand, flooding it with her release.
He held her hips up as her body became languid and she fell onto her elbows. As she worked to steady her breathing, she felt him run his length over the folds of her pussy, coating himself in her wetness. Despite having just come, she tilted her hips back, ready to accept more.
She felt him nudge at her opening, and she moaned as he pushed in. Even dripping from her release, he still stretched her more than she’d ever been. He moved in and out slowly, letting her adjust to his large size, and her desire built again.
His rough hands caressed her body, setting her aflame until she was moving her hips back herself onto his length. She felt so full, so stretched, so completely encompassed by him.
“Vidorak, please,” she moaned, unable to fully form words of what she needed from him.
With that desperate plea, he slammed his hips, seating fully inside her. She screamed out, her hands fisting in the furs. She didn’t know if it was the bond or simply Vidorak, but she felt as though he had imprinted on her soul.
“Faster,” she breathlessly commanded. She didn’t want to walk without feeling him between her, torturing her long after their mating was done.
Holding her securely by the hips, he thrust hard into her, his large sac swinging forward. There was no strength left in her, and she completely yielded to him, letting the waves of pleasure wash over.
His thrusts became more erratic, and his breaths ragged. Then his hand moved around to rub her clit, and she became completely incoherent.
“I want to hear you come again, Calypso,” he demanded in her ear.
With that, she became utterly undone, her orgasm dismantling her perfectly. Behind her, she felt him thrust hard one last time before hot liquid spilled inside her, and he followed her over the edge.
He gently helped her onto her back, and she closed her eyes as her breath slowed to a normal pace.
Exhaustion set in as her orc cleaned her off before laying down beside her.
She rested her head on her mate’s chest, quickly falling asleep.
While she may not understand the bond, she could not deny they were linked eternally.