Page 19 of Alien Orc's Prize
Creating some distance between us and hiding her body beneath the heavy coverings as she’d just done slightly dampened the agonizingly sweet, blood-boiling scent that wascurrently turning my brains into a deliriously fevered soup. It gave me enough of a reprieve to have a moment of clear thinking before I pounced on her like a slobbering feral pig. I wrenched off my vest, sending a cascade of pins clattering to the stone floor. Luna watched me with big eyes and pink cheeks, the deep green blanket pulled all the way up to her chin.
Her gaze snagged on my chest, appearing to linger around the area of my right nipple, where I’d recently been pierced. A metal bar gleamed there and held her attention fast.
But not for long. Because once I kicked off my boots and shed my trousers, her gaze fell to my hard cock.
And stayed there.
She hadn’t even touched me yet, and already I was so stiff that I was dripping. Grunting, I fisted my shaft and gave it a tweak, feeling the taut flesh pulse, my ridged knot hot and engorged.
Despite the blanket, her scent thickened, perfuming the air with something that made every nerve in my body cry out with near-painful desire. Three spastic jets of seed shot forth in instantaneous response, and Luna gasped.
“Don’t worry,” I gritted out between clenched tusks. “There’s plenty more.”
A virile orc male in his prime could spill over and over again. That little emission had done nothing to soften my flesh nor assuage my cock’s urgency. I was dizzy with it. Drunk and dazed on a hunger I’d never felt before in my life. It was her blasted scent that was doing it. Sending me out of my mind with need. That, and her face. And her body. And her voice. And her smiles. And-
Curse it all, it was everything. All of her. Each facet of her person seemed specifically designed to reduce me to a slovenly puddle at her dainty feet.
My throat worked, my cock pulsed. My gait was just a little unsteady as I made my way towards the bed. I paused at the bedside table, lighting a match for the candle there.
Luna jumped as if I’d touched the lit match directly to her skin.
“Is that a flame? A real, actual flame? Is that… Is that a good idea?”
The candle now lit, I extinguished the match with my forefinger and thumb before letting it drop.
“You don’t have fire where you come from?”
“Of course we do! But I don’t think humans have used something as ancient as a candle to light the interior of a space in hundreds of years!” She scowled at the candle in suspicion. It was so damnably adorable that it almost made me feel violent.
I wanted to squish something. Like her cheeks. This was a new and altogether alarming desire. What the blazes sort of man wanted to smoosh his wife’s soft, dimpled cheeks between his hands?
Curse it all into the depths of the sea. I was.
“You have powered lighting in the rest of the palace! All those lanterns… Those weren’t lit by fire! And you obviously have tech and shuttles and all that…”
“So?”
“So, why are you using an open flame as a light in your room?”
“In our room, you mean?”
Thank goodness that candle was lit, because I got to see the delicious darkening of her cheeks in response to that. A half a heartbeat later, her scent thickened. My head spun.
“In Orhalla,” I said thickly, “we like to adhere to traditions wherever we can. And I personally prefer candles to most other forms of lighting at night.”
“Why do you need any lighting at all right now?!”
“Isn’t that obvious?” I asked, grasping hold of the blanket and tugging it away from her body in one firm, demanding motion. “I want to see you.”
I wasn’t sure if it was my words that did it, or the sudden removal of the blanket, but her scent nearly drowned me then. It was all I could do not to entirely sink under the weight of it – sink intoher. My cock felt like it might just give up and fall off if I didn’t slide it inside her soon. My head felt like someone had smacked it with the flat side of a blade. And hard.
“Spread your legs,” I groaned, getting up onto the bed and positioning myself on my knees before her. “You’re small. I need to get you ready for me.”
Luna hesitated, then gave a shaky nod. Her arms were crossed over the front of her body, but she let her trembling legs give way, her luscious thighs parting slightly and then falling all the way open.
There it was. The source of the most intoxicating, brain-bludgeoning thread of her complex and hypnotic scent. It came from her cunt.
Petal-soft and a delicate brownish-pink, the skin there gleamed with moisture that made my throat contract.