Chapter 18
Clover
I can tell King Lix’tuk is in an exceptionally foul mood when he walks into the library.
He was wearing some formal armor this morning because he had a meeting with one of the Lords.
Now, he’s wearing a tunic and a loincloth.
I’ve never seen him take off his armor except when it’s time for bed.
He’s also drinking. There’s a bottle of grog in his hand, and his stagger tells me it’s not the first bottle he’s had.
“Time for dinner?” I ask hesitantly.
“Yes, go make it,” he replies gruffly, stopping to sip his grog. “And put a few bottles of grog on the table.”
“Okay,” I say, standing up. “I’ll have it in the dining hall shortly.”
He barely glances at me as I walk past him. After last night, I picked a nice dress to wear today. One that accentuates my body like the one I wore the night I was auctioned. He didn’t seem to notice this morning, and he doesn’t seem to notice now.
I’m not sure why I care, but I do. I’m his gift. I want him to be pleased with me. That would at least make me feel a little safer. Or maybe something is growing inside me that I don’t want to acknowledge. Do I want him to…want me?
I hope I didn’t upset him by touching him in the dark. He didn’t seem any grumpier than usual, and he allowed me to touch him. He could have thrown me across the room as easily as he let me continue. He also moved the blanket to give me better access. It seemed to me he wanted me to do…that.
Or maybe he’s upset because I tasted what splattered on my nightgown.
I didn’t realize I needed to ask permission.
Truthfully, I’m not even sure why I did it.
Troona Clover would have never tasted a man’s release.
She wouldn’t have gotten anywhere near something that vulgar.
Zrogmul Clover licks orc seed off her fingers.
And she likes it. If he lets me touch him tonight, I might even do it again.
But first, dinner. Maybe a drink. Something to calm my nerves before I get another spanking.
I’m not even worried about that. Surely, it won’t be actual punishment.
Especially if he plans to taste me after he’s done.
I’m just not sure if he’s going to lick my wetness off his fingers or…
if I’ll find out what an orc tongue feels like.
I’ve spent most of my day thinking about that. I’ve barely even read the book in front of me. I’ve been too restless and aroused, unable to focus on anything else.
Right now, I have to focus. Luckily, making dinner isn’t complicated with the Reviver.
I walk into the kitchen, fix the meals, and carry them to the table.
King Lix’tuk is staring at an empty bottle, so I grab it and hurry back to the kitchen.
Two trips later, we have cutlery and he’s got plenty of grog. I hope.
He opens the grog and starts eating without saying a word. He seems more frustrated than normal. Not necessarily angrier, just… unhappy. Though he is usually grouchy, there are times I know he’s actually happy. Right now, his dark stare is distant, and I don’t think it’s just because of the grog.
“Did the meeting not go well?” I ask apprehensively.
“Nothing for you to concern yourself with. Just politics and nonsense,” he sighs, downing more grog.
“If it was a really bad day, we can forget about later,” I offer. “Or I could just help you out again, like last night.”
“That wouldn’t be very fair, now, would it?” he asks, sighing and raising an eyebrow.
“I mean, I’m okay. I went weeks without even touching myself when I lived in Troona,” I reply.
“Yeah? And how many days did you go without touching yourself after eating orc jizz?” his voice is a sarcastic purr. A purr!
“Um.” I blush, look down, and swallow hard. “I might have… just a little in the library.”
“That’s your fault. You put it in your mouth without asking if it was even safe,” he says, chuckling just enough for me to hear his amusement. “You’re lucky you didn’t get a mouthful. Then you would have been suffering all day, instead of just walking around with wet panties.”
I blush even redder, if that’s possible. “You mean… that’s why… oh my goodness!”
“Maybe little human girls shouldn’t go around licking everything in sight, hmm?” he asks dryly, sipping more grog. “I decided to let you suffer a little today as part of your punishment. The rest you’ll get when I spank your ass after dinner.”
“Right after dinner?” I ask, swallowing a gulp. “Not at bedtime, like usual?”
“No, we need more time and I don’t want to be up all night,” he grumps. “I have to make you climax until you can’t remember why you thought licking my seed was a good idea. Only the Twelve Gods know how many times that will take.”
“What!?” I gasp, dropping my fork. It hits my plate with a clatter that makes me jump.
“It’ll be better for you if I do it with my tongue,” he responds matter-of-factly, sipping his grog. “You’ll be too sore if I use my finger to make you come that many times.”
“Remember how I said you should warn me before something like this?” I whimper, looking down at my food. “You didn’t let me take a big bite of fire bread. You could have warned me what would happen if I… if it got in my mouth.”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you what you can and can’t lick,” he huffs. “Do I have to tell you not to lick the walls and the paintings?”
“No,” I say hesitantly. “But I didn’t know. I’m sorry if I made you angry.”
“If it had made me angry, you would certainly know it,” he grumbles, eating some of his dinner. “But since you need a warning, I’ll make sure you know not to lick things without asking first before I’m done spanking you tonight.”
My bottom twitches with concern. This may end up being more of a punishment spanking than I realized.
But I’m aroused. I’m wet. Now I know why.
Not because I’ve been thinking about touching him, like I thought.
It’s because I’m the stupid little human girl who decided to lick orc seed off my fingers.
I guess I actually deserve this spanking.
I don’t press for more conversation while we eat. He finishes first, collects his grog, and leaves the dining hall. I assume he’s headed to his bedchamber, since he said I’m getting spanked right after dinner. I shouldn’t keep him waiting since I’m already in enough trouble.
After clearing the table and cleaning up the kitchen, I walk down the long hallway to his bedchamber. I’m not surprised when the door opens and I find him waiting for me. He’s seated on the foot of the bed, and his loincloth is already tented. Time for me to squirm.
“Take off your dress,” he says, gesturing to the pile of dirty clothes. “And whatever you’re wearing underneath it.”
So, he does notice my dress, just not the way I hoped. I guess it doesn’t matter if he finds me attractive. I’m his to do with as he pleases.
But his command makes my panties dampen even more. Is that because I tasted his release, or something else? I don’t have time to dwell on it. I’m trapped in his dark stare, fingers already moving to the zipper.
My dress hits the floor first. I kick it toward the pile.
His eyes roam across my exposed skin, and he stares at my breasts while I remove my bra.
The attention makes my nipples harden. Once again, I’m not sure if it’s a natural reaction or the result of tasting him.
I remove my shoes, then my panties, feeling a trickle of arousal run down my inner thigh once I’m naked. I rub my legs together to stop it.
“Right here, little human girl,” he says in a mocking croon, patting his thigh. “You should know this position well by now.”
A shameful truth. This is the third time I’ve been over his knee, but the first time I’ve been this aroused. I shuffle toward him, letting out a whine when he pulls me into his lap. I squirm a little as he adjusts me, feeling his cock against my hip.
“Tell me why you’re being punished,” his voice vibrates against my skin as he holds me in place with one heavy hand, the other settling on my bare ass, the warmth making my core clench with anticipation.
“For… for tasting your… tasting you,” I stammer.
“For eating orc jizz,” he snaps vulgarly. “That’s what you did. Say it.”
“I’m getting spanked because… because I ate orc… jizz,” I mewl, not used to the crude term.
“Bad little human girl,” he says it like I’m a naughty little child, raises his hand, and brings it down hard on my ass.
“Oooo!” I squeal, squirming and kicking my feet as more spanks land on my exposed skin.
This is definitely not as playful as the last spanking I got.
I was able to talk him out of finishing that one.
All I had to do was promise to squirm. I don’t think my promises are going to do much good this time, because I’m thrashing like crazy, the speed and firmness of the slaps ensuring I never get a chance to stop wiggling.
“I’m sorry!” I cry. “I won’t do it again! I didn’t know.”
“You won’t have to worry about it again,” he growls, peppering my bottom with harder smacks. “That’s the last time you will touch me.”
“Aaaiiiyyy!” I cry out. I should probably just accept it. Take my spanking like a good little human girl, rather than arguing. I just can’t help myself, because I enjoyed being able to help him. Enjoyed it even more than tasting his release. “But why? Is it really that bad? I thought you liked it…”
“Doesn’t matter if I liked it,” he snarls, delivering a flurry of stinging slaps right on my sit spots, over and over in the same two places, that keep me squirming against his erection. “I can manage my needs without your help. I handled them for a really long time before you showed up.”
“It wasn’t better for you when I did it?” I whimper, tears rolling down my cheeks.
His hand pauses in the air for a moment. I wait for it to fall, but all I feel is a few twitches against my hip. Just when I dare to take a breath, thinking it’s over, he resumes the spanking, slapping the creases where my bottom meets my thighs.