Chapter 35
Clover
It feels like a week passes before I figure out how to breathe properly again.
King Lix’tuk and I can’t seem to get enough of each other.
I wake up in his arms every morning. Every night, I go to sleep panting, covered in sweat, and filled with his seed.
We don’t get to spend every waking moment together because he’s still got a kingdom to run, but I cherish every moment we have when it’s just the two of us.
I’ve started planning our wedding. That gives me something to focus on when he’s busy.
King Lix’tuk said the bride makes all the arrangements, which sounded romantic until I realized what that entailed.
I had no choice but to turn to Lady Frax’mo for help.
I’ve never planned a wedding before, much less an orc wedding.
There are so many rituals and prayers; it’s a little overwhelming.
Orcs don’t just honor the Twelve Gods on their wedding day.
They practically invite them to supervise.
I’m looking through pictures of wedding dresses when the library door opens and King Lix’tuk darkens the doorway. That used to scare me a little. Now it makes my heart skip a beat and puts the biggest smile in Uzrirgard on my face.
“You’re early. I was just about to get started on dinner,” I say, standing up.
“I missed you,” he complains, closing the distance between us and wrapping his muscular arms around my waist.
He kisses me like he does every single day. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being kissed like this. I can feel his love. His desire. The need that always simmers beneath his skin. When our lips part, I’m in a daze for a moment before I’m able to recover.
“How are the orcs reacting to all the new edicts?” I ask curiously, looking up at him.
“Some are supportive, some are pissed off. Same as always,” he answers, taking my hand and pulling me toward the door. “Doesn’t matter. Those edicts have been needed for quite some time.”
King Lix’tuk had me review all his new edicts.
He wanted my input because I’m going to be sitting on a throne beside him one day.
I expected more resistance from the orcs, especially the Lords and Ladies, but the reaction has been strangely positive.
It seems that orcs don’t really care if King Lix’tuk marries an orc or a human, as long as it means his bloodline doesn’t end.
The edicts that are the most divisive involve the other humans in Uzrirgard.
The ones most orcs keep as pets. King Lix’tuk’s edict gave them their freedom.
They can return home or stay in Uzrirgard, as they choose.
Surprisingly, more have chosen to stay than leave.
I guess I’m not the only one who has a better life here than I ever had back home.
Still, better doesn’t mean free. That’s something King Lix’tuk understands now.
When we step into the hallway, I turn toward the kitchen, but King Lix’tuk pulls me in the opposite direction.
“Don’t you want me to revive us some dinner?” I ask.
“No, I’m hungrier for something else a lot more,” he growls, dragging me in the direction of our bedchamber. “You’ve kept me so distracted that I still haven’t punished you properly for shooting yourself up with experimental drugs before discussing it with me.”
“If it was up to you, you’d still be brooding about it,” I tease.
“Probably,” he admits. “Doesn’t mean you should have done it without talking to me first.”
“Fine,” I sigh as he pulls me into our bedchamber. “What is my punishment going to be?”
“I should make you get the belt,” he threatens, removing his armor and placing it on the rack. “But I think I’ll just make you squirm.”
I grin while his back is turned, but once he turns to face me, I force a more serious look.
I’m not really in trouble. He knows how wet I get when he spanks me, and I always squirm against his hard cock while he reddens my ass.
Still, I’m surprised he’s bothering with a punishment first. Lately, when he wants me, subtlety dies before his armor is on the rack.
“Strip, little human girl,” he orders as he sits down on our bed.
“I think I can do better than just… strip,” I say teasingly, my hips swaying before I move my feet. “I’ve been practicing some dance steps for our wedding.”
“Then show me what you’ve learned,” he chuckles, rubbing himself through his loincloth once my dress slips down my shoulders.
I still don’t know how to be alluring, but I do my best. I practice the dance steps, clumsily missing a few beats as I remove my clothes.
King Lix’tuk doesn’t seem to notice the missed steps.
He watches me closely, the tent in his loincloth rising higher with every piece of clothing I toss into the pile.
Once I’m naked, I walk close to him and put my hands on his thighs. I lean down and press my lips to the bulge in his loincloth before lowering myself across his sturdy thighs. He puts a hand on my back to steady me, then pulls me close to his erection. He definitely wants to feel my squirms.
“I’m not really angry with you for what you did,” he reassures me quietly, the hard slaps that land on my ass suggesting otherwise. “Once we’re wed, decisions like that need to be discussed.”
“Ow, ow, I know,” I whimper, moving my hips against him. “I never said it was a good plan. I just didn’t want you to leave me behind. I had no idea you were going to propose.”
“Wouldn’t have been a good surprise if I told you,” he rumbles, his heavy hand continuing to land on my backside. “I was worried your sisters would spoil it.”
“Aaahhh, ouch! Beverly and Abigail knew!?” I squeal, the stinging slaps starting to hurt.
“Yes, I believe in the old ways, which includes asking my bride’s father for his blessing,” he sounds so calm, explaining all this while spanking my ass to a fiery glow. Finally, he stops to rub my blistered cheeks. “He’s a good man. He loves you a lot.”
I feel a rush of emotions. My parents were delighted when I told them.
My sisters were over the moon. None of them told me King Lix’tuk visited them personally before he proposed.
But the fact he did means a lot. He definitely didn’t have to.
That custom has fallen out of favor amongst humans.
Most grooms are more interested in a dowry than a blessing.
“Thank you… for asking,” I groan.
“You’re still a bad girl,” he barks, resuming the spanking.
I kick my feet and squirm against his erection. I can feel the moisture between my thighs and the heat in my core. I’m glad I don’t have to settle for his tongue anymore, as amazing as it is.
“I’m sorry! I won’t do anything like that again!” I cry out, squirming frantically.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he chuckles, slapping the crease where my ass and thighs meet a few times before finally stopping. “But since you did it, and I haven’t put a baby in your belly yet, tonight… tonight I’m going to make damn sure I breed you.”
“How can you be so sure?” I whimper.
“Because when you’re pregnant with my child, we’ll both know,” he growls, helping me from his lap. “Now get down on your knees.”
“You’re going to… in my mouth?” I ask curiously as I lower myself to my knees. “I don’t think that will help me get pregnant.”
“No, the only thing you’re going to get is a few drops,” he says, his heavy hand closing on the back of my neck as he removes his loincloth. “I’m just going to make you work for them.”
King Lix’tuk pulls me toward his thick, ridged cock, and I open my mouth instinctively. He wants me extremely wet and needy tonight. More than I am from the spanking, since I know what a taste of his pre-cum will do to me.
I take him into my mouth, gently sucking on his length until I’m able to swallow him. I move my lips along his shaft, the long bony ridge along the underside throbbing against my tongue. The rest of them pulse in my throat.
After I taste a few drops of his pre-cum, I can feel my body reacting.
My core gets hotter and slicker. My clit starts to ache.
The tingle between my legs is almost maddening due to the intensity.
The longer I go without a taste of him, the more of a reaction I seem to have, and it’s been far too long.
“Alright, little human girl. That’s enough,” he growls, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “Are you ready to be bred?”
“I’m ready for something,” I tease, rubbing my thighs together.
“I’ve got exactly what you need,” he rumbles.
King Lix’tuk reaches down and pulls me to my feet.
I don’t get a chance to steady myself on them before he shifts me to the bed.
I fall forward and catch myself on my hands and knees.
He’s behind me immediately, big hands wrapping around my waist and adjusting my hips until his ridged head is against my folds.
“During ancient times, there was a ritual called Twelve Knots. One to honor each of the gods,” he tells me matter-of-factly, but I can hear the arousal in his voice. “If the stories are true, no woman has ever taken twelve knots without getting pregnant.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in old prophecies and stories,” I pant, gasping when he pushes into me.
“If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work,” he rumbles. “But I don’t think you’re going to complain about being knotted twelve times.”
“I mean… twelve in a row might be a challenge,” I moan, my walls stretching around his massive cock.
“Only one way to find out,” and with that he hilts himself and begins moving.
“We may regret skipping dinner before this is over,” I groan.
He’s rarely gentle, but this is rougher than usual. His hands squeeze my waist until I can barely breathe and his pace quickens until I’m being rag-dolled on his cock. He’s been excited about the prospect of his child, but until now, I didn’t realize how desperate he is to put a baby in my belly.
“You’re going so deep from this angle. It feels amazing.”
“You’re so fucking wet my knot may not even hold when I finish,” he rasps, slamming his length into me. “But I’m going to enjoy it regardless.”
I’m already dripping, but somehow his words make me wetter. My body squeezes his hard cock, and the next thrust knocks a cry from my throat.
“Oh god,” I cry, fisting the fur. “Even if it doesn’t hold, I don’t think that’s going to stop you from trying.”
“No,” he agrees. “It’s not.”
His hand moves up my back, pressing between my shoulder blades until my chest sinks into the mattress. It changes the angle again, tilting my hips higher, giving him more access. I barely have time to suck in a breath before he drives into me deep, and I can feel him everywhere.
My thighs tremble. My arms shake. All I can do is hold on while he claims me from behind, every thrust rough and possessive. His hips slap against my sore ass until the sting from the spanking blends with the pleasure building in my core, the tension tightening, desperate to be released.
“You’re about to come on my cock,” he grunts, his cock throbbing inside me. “I can feel it.”
“Yes,” I keen. “Oh god, yes.”
“That’s your body begging to be bred,” he growls. “That’s what those who believe in the ritual claim.”
“It’s begging alright,” I groan, feeling the pressure growing.
King Lix’tuk pounds into me, his hard cock throbbing against my g-spot.
I’m not the only one who is close. If my body is begging to be bred, then his is begging to breed me.
He’s not showing any restraint at all. Not slowing down so he can enjoy it.
He’s just driving the hard flesh into my body, every thrust bringing us closer.
“Fuck!” he thunders, his hips jerking erratically before he steadies himself. I feel the hot rush of his seed. It spills into my body, some of it leaking out.
“Oh, my King!” I cry out, the heat of his release sending me over the edge.
I come on his cock, then I feel his knot.
It swells until I’m stretched so tightly around him that nothing can leak out.
My extra slickness doesn’t stop his knot.
It locks our bodies together, his cock deep inside me, still twitching.
My body reacts, just like it always does, smaller orgasms rippling through my core.
“The first step of the ritual is complete,” he murmurs, soothingly rubbing my back.
“Your knot usually lasts a while,” I whimper, the fullness feeling incredible, my body still trembling with pleasure. “It’s going to take a long time… if you’re really going to do that twelve times.”
“The ritual normally takes days, my little human girl,” he chuckles. “I considered waiting until our honeymoon, but if you’re not pregnant by then, we just get to do it all over again.”
“Okay, that doesn’t sound quite as scary,” I whisper. “I was thinking we were going to really regret skipping dinner.”
“I will ensure all our needs are met,” he promises. “The only thing you have to do is take my knot.”
“Twelve times,” I repeat, feeling another tremor of pleasure.
“Yes, my little human girl,” he rumbles. “Eleven to go.”
After his knot recedes, he doesn’t even pull out of me. He just starts moving again, the pleasure returning immediately, my body trembling as another orgasm builds.
Then I don’t care how long the ritual lasts.
I just want more.