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NOW, DATHOR SAT up in Aerhril’s bed, the covers covering his crotch, his chest bare. “You have found me,” he said to the orc soldier who was standing at the foot of the bed.
“We did not know where you were, sir,” said the officer, looking at Dathor’s face, then his bare chest, then down at Aerhril who was pulling the blankets up to her chin, lying on a pillow next to him.
“As you have said,” said Dathor. “But here I am. Is there something you need, soldier? Is my presence required somewhere?”
“No, sir,” said the soldier.
“Then, leave us,” said Dathor.
“Yes, sir,” said the soldier and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Dathor rubbed a hand over his face. The orcs in his brigade were going to be a problem, perhaps.
He would have to think about how he was going to handle all of this.
They would all be whispering about how he was sleeping in her chambers, in her bed.
They knew she was installed in his bed in the steward’s chambers, but they would wonder what the change of venue signified, and they would wonder about finding them in an obvious state of undress together, asleep late.
Typically, they both rose early and when anyone entered the room, they were both already dressed and they were both preparing to leave the room.
There were rumors of his softness for this one, worries about his loyalty. And, in a way, he supposed they were warranted.
She moaned. “Oh, you’re going to be awful, aren’t you?”
He peered down at her. “What?”
“You’ll want me to sit on your lap in front of the other elf women and you’ll likely swat my bottom when I get up and call me your strumpet in front of them or something equally terrible, and if I fight you on it, you’ll embarrass me in some other way—”
“Ah, yes, from now on, I decree that you run round the keep half naked, maybe with your bosom hanging out? And you will bend over any handy bit of furniture at my command so that I may lift your skirts and go at you.”
She looked up at him in horror.
“That was a jest,” he said. He scooted down in the bed to lay on his side and looked at her.
“I could not convince you to behave that way if I wished, and I really do not. I shall stab to death anyone else who sees your bosom bare. It’s for my eyes only.
And I wouldn’t mind bending you over furniture and taking you in every room in the Peak, but let’s do it after we clear it of my army and your leftover wedding guests, hmm? ”
She butted her head into his chest, letting out a little moan. “You are not going to be awful, then?”
“I think we’ve established I am always awful. You hate me, and I am not the hero of the story, and I am not good, and I don’t deserve to be in your bed, and—”
“Stop it.” Her voice was muffled. She was whining a little.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against his body. He loved how small she was, how she fit against him like this. He sighed, just enjoying this, their closeness. Everything was better if they could be close, and he felt that all the way to his core.
“But you will wish everyone to see that I have submitted willingly to you,” she said, her voice still muffled. “Including the other elf women.”
“I don’t know,” he said, thinking about it. “We are sort of on our own side now. I am not entirely on the orcs’ side. You’re not entirely on the elves’s side. We’ll do whatever we can to bring about a world in which we hold the Peak and stay here and raise our children here together.”
“Yes,” she said, and her voice had warmed to this. She lifted her head to look up and him and smile.
He kissed her. “So, the question becomes whether or not it’s better to let the elves think you are still on their side or not. It’s obviously better if the orcs think I’m still on their side, so perhaps we conceal this?”
“We cannot conceal it. Your orcs gossip like hens.”
He chuckled. “Do they?”
“Several of the women are in orc beds to be spies. They report every detail to the other women.”
“Every detail?” he said.
“Oh, yes, the descriptions of your mens’ cocks dominates nearly every conversation. Everyone is fascinated with the length and girth and whether or how large their bollocks are and what color the skin is.”
“Fascinating,” he said. “Well, you can go and tell them all about me?” He smirked at her.
“No,” she said, blushing. “No, you are mine, not for sharing with anyone.”
He smiled at her, liking that answer. He kissed her again. He hovered there, nose to nose with her. “Why have you changed your mind? Why have you betrayed your people for me?”
“You’re my people,” she said.
He smiled wider. “Yes, and you’re mine. But, even so, you’ve been working against me all this time, and now, suddenly…”
“You think this is a ruse? That I am actively working against you?”
“I don’t,” he said. “But you’re a blindspot of mine. I would trust you even if I shouldn’t, I think.”
“You can trust me,” she said. “If you and I cannot trust each other, what is the point of even being alive? You are the only person that matters. I think… I had forgotten, you know? You were gone for years, and during that time, I did not have anyone at all. So, I had simply forgotten what it was like to have someone. I thought that it mattered to be loyal to my country or to the elves. But then I realized, as I was putting it all into motion, you are actually the only thing that matters.”
He kissed her again, a long and lingering kiss and she sighed into him, squirming her small, lithe body against him, and he stirred between his legs. He thought of rolling them both over and sinking back inside her again this morning. Mmm, perhaps. Soon.
“I am sorry, you know,” she whispered. “For Nathre. I got her killed. Her blood is on my hands.”
“I know you’re sorry,” he said. “I don’t know if I was ever as angry with you as I was at myself. I went across the pass after her out of guilt. I never wanted to have gotten her with child. I thought of my mother, I thought of her entire life, you know. I had to do what I could for Nathre.”
“Yes,” she said.
“But I resented it,” he said. “I didn’t want to do it.
I sort of hated myself for how grudging I was about it.
I’m sorry I lay with her, you know? I’m sorry.
I know it must have been very painful for you to know.
And considering you were never with Elrion in the end, the balance between us, it is, well, not a balance. ”
“It cannot be a balance,” she said. “It is as you say. You suffer more than me.”
“Perhaps I should not have said that,” he said, touching her face. “I did not know about Celedin making you rub him off, hitting you if you wouldn’t. I did not know that Elrion knew about us, that you knew he could ruin you by telling anyone that you had been sullied by an orc.”
“No, no,” she said. “There is no question that your suffering is worse.”
“There is a question,” he muttered. “I feel as if—”
“Oh, let us not argue over it,” she said with a smile.
He kissed her again. He rolled them over, trapping her body beneath his. They were both still naked. He was growing stiffer the longer he kissed her.
She wriggled into him. She slipped her hand down to find him, to squeeze and stroke him. “What have we here, Dathor? Is this for me?”
He groaned. She was so perfect. “It is indeed, my lady,” he murmured into her skin. “It is here to serve you in any way you might wish.”
She toyed with him. “How did you like it, then? Better than my mouth?”
He chuckled. “I think so, yes, but perhaps only because we can kiss while it’s happening. Any time you want your mouth full of me, of course, I am amenable.” He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “And you? How did you like it?”
“It’s quite a lot,” she said breathily. “If you would like to hold me down and wrestle it back into me and take up all the space in me while you jam it in and out again… I would not object.”
His cock jerked as he let out a long, slow groan.
He reached down to arrange them. But when he slid himself against her, she was not as wet as he might have liked.
He hummed. “I think I’ll need to see to the state of you first. My cock is quite a lot, and we need to make sure you can accommodate it.
” He slipped down to lick her and she sighed soft little sounds of pleasure as he latched onto her tiny little clitoris and sucked it the way she liked.
He didn’t finish her though. He stopped when he could feel she was nicely aroused, ready for him. He kissed her clitoris. “I’d like to see if you can come on my cock. Would you like that?”
“Oh, yes,” she said. “While I’m full of all of you, of so much of you?”
He groaned again and moved to kiss her and to reach down and slip himself back inside her tight, wet heat. He could not hold back a growl as he sank all the way home. “There we are,” he said, kissing her mouth. “This is where I was meant to be all along.”
She sighed, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.
He couldn’t resist raising himself up to take her in.
Her little soft body was splayed out on the bed, and her graceful legs were spread around him, and there, in her tiny little quim, she was lewdly speared by his thick cock.
The sight of it was perhaps the most erotic thing he’d seen in his life, her light skin and his gray-green skin, her pink little quim covered in blond curls stretched open around his girth.
He held onto her hips and began to stroke into her, watching the base of himself appear and reappear as he went in and out of her.
He was quickly riding the white-hot edge of his climax, and he wanted to ask her to beg him for an orc babe again, though he wasn’t going to spend inside her yet, not until they could be actually married, he thought.
He wanted her to call him husband again, though.
He wanted to call her his wife. He was swimming in how good it felt until he remembered she had not had her climax yet.
Now that he was looking into her as he was fucking her, he wondered what he had been thinking.
He’d brought her many, many times, and it had always involved pleasuring her clitoris, which wasn’t currently getting much stimulation, even though he could see she was enjoying his cock.
She had her eyes closed, letting out tiny little moans with every thrust and she had a look on her face he knew was a look she made when she was being pleasured.
He tried to touch her clit, but he had a hard time managing it while he was stroking into her.
She reached between them and took over, wordless, her fingers swirling in to tease her own clit and bump into the base of his cock now and again as he was slipping in and out of her.
“Oh, that’s good,” he urged her. “Is this how you touched yourself while I was gone?”
“Mmm,” she said.
“You did think of me and touch yourself, did you not?”
“I have been thinking of you and touching myself for quite some time, Dathor,” she said with a wicked little smile.
“That is because you have always known you were my wife,” he said.
She gasped at the word. “Yes, husband, oh, yes.”
“And now, you will be my very good wife and come on your husband’s cock,” he said to her. He wanted her to do it more than anything on earth.
“I… if you give me but a few moments, but I am not yet close.”
He huffed, slowing his rhythm in her. He needed to hold back if she needed more time. This looked even more arousing, he had to admit, his cock slowly slipping in and out of her body, her finger stroking her clit, which was growing more and more red and engorged as she rubbed circles into it.
He began to emit a low constant noise, one of longing, one of approval. “Now that I have started fucking you, Aerhril, I think I might grow addicted to it. I may want you rather constantly.”
She gasped. “You like being in me, then? Husband?”
“I adore it.”
“Is my small elf quim especially snug around your huge cock?” she panted.
“Quite especially snug,” he assured her. “You’re a perfect little elf wife, getting your pretty cunt fucked by her orc husband.”
She moaned. “I’m close.”
“Oh,” he breathed, speeding his thrusts up just a bit. “Good elf wife. Your orc husband is very pleased. Come for me?”
“Almost,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.
He felt one of her little tremors go through her, a sign that she was close, and it was phenomenal to feel it as her little walls gripped his cock.
And the door opened again.
He turned with a roar. “Get out.”
“Apologies, sir.” It was the same soldier from earlier. “It is a letter from the High Chieftain.”
Dathor froze. “In the hallway. Close the door. I will join you shortly.”
The orc soldier shuffled down, head down, clearly embarrassed on what he’d walked into.
Dathor turned back to Aerhril.
She was cringing into the bed, one hand flung over her breasts, one over her face.
“I still want you to come,” he murmured. “You were very close. I can get you back there.”
She giggled behind her hand. “But… the High Chieftain?”
He put his thumb to her clitoris. “Come for me, Aerhril,” he intoned, stroking her. “Come just like this. Come on my cock.” He was going to feel it, feel the way it felt to have her sweet little quim clenching around him. He was determined.
She kept her hand over her face, but she let out an encouraging little sigh.
So, he kept stroking her.
And his strokes pulled sighs and gasps from her lips, and then she began to let out tiny, breathy moans, and then she rewarded him with the sweetest little butterfly-wing flutters around the base of him.
“Good elf wife,” he rasped, kissing her thoroughly. And then, he pulled out of her and got out of bed.
“What about you?” she said, gazing at his still-very-erect cock.
“Duty calls,” he said, fished his trousers off the floor, and buttoned himself away.
When he got into the hallway with the soldier, he had his trousers on but his shirt was unbuttoned over his chest.
The soldier handed over the letter right away.
Dathor read it, and the first thing he wanted to do was to go back into the bedchamber and discuss how to deal with this with Aerhril. But he could not do that. He could not appear to be taking advice from her or consulting with her. He was in charge. He needed to look that way.
Not that there weren’t rumors already, anyway. Her various comments to his men, the way they talked to each other, and this, what had happened this morning, all of it was a recipe to undermine him.
But, well, with this letter, maybe none of that mattered, not anymore.
Dathor tucked the letter into the upper breast pocket of his shirt and began to swiftly button it. “I wish to see Ashreg Lashrud in the main hall. Fetch him. And have someone fetch Lady Aerhril as well there. Knock first. See that she’s dressed.”
“Yes, sir,” said the soldier.
Aerhril wouldn’t like hearing the news at the same time as his second-in-command (ashreg translated literally as ‘hawk,’ but then all of the names of rank in the orc army were called after animals), but there wasn’t much to be done about it at this point.