Page 20 of Alien Orc's Prize
“Pretty,” I choked out. There was no other word for it. Her sex reminded me of beautiful things. Flowers. Fine silk. Other very nice items I was not capable of remembering right now because all the blood from my head had been redirected to my groin.
“Your arms, too,” I commanded. I wanted to see all of her. Needed it more than I’d needed anything.
She gave a hitching breath, but then lifted her chin and set her shoulders, letting her arms drop away from her breasts. Once she’d bared those heartrendingly beautiful, heavy globes of flesh with their delectably taut nipples, much like out in the hall before, she didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands.
“Surely you remember where you’re supposed to put those,” I murmured gruffly, already descending between her legs, my head yielding to some unstoppable, insurmountable force that pulled it down towards the apex of her thighs.
Clearly, she did remember, because her fingers fell to my hair and then tightened, tugging sharply, when I opened my mouth and gave her a long, greedy lick.
It was good that she was pulling my hair so. That tingling pain at my scalp helped keep me anchored while the salted-syrup taste of her, and her maddening scent, threatened to bear me up and out of the palace entirely. I was barely in possession of all my faculties, let alone my raging body. I gorged on her as if I’d been starving all my life.
And maybe I had been. Why hadn’t anyone told me a human could taste this cursedly good?
I sucked up her slickness, grunting and groaning, my cock dripping freely, endlessly. Luna gave me a gratifying, mewling sort of moan, her hips spasming fiercely when I laved greedy attention on a specific swollen bit of flesh above her opening.
“What’s this called?” I demanded, my words slurring against her soaked skin. “When I lick it, it makes you go all wriggly.”
I licked it again for good measure, swirling my tongue over it like I was polishing a delectable little pearl.
“That’s…” she panted desperately, “That’s my…ooh!”
Curse me, she went absolutely crazy when I licked herooh. Well, I could keep doing that for as long as she needed. Iwantedto lick herooh. When something tasted that blasted good, it was almost impossible to stop.
Luna shook and whimpered. Her face was flushed, her bosom and abdomen jiggling with her fast breaths. I dug my fingers into the plushness of her thighs.
“Cross your ankles over my back,” I commanded. Or begged. I couldn’t quite tell. “Wrap your thighs around my head.Yes, lass. Like that. Now ride my face.”
Luna, who up until now I suspected had been holding back some of her body’s responses, entirely gave up. She no longer pulled my hair but clutched at me as if trying to drive her fingers right through my skull, holding me in place as she rocked her needy hips up and down. She soaked me from chin to nose, and I gave a grateful and gratified moan, letting my tongue dart down to dip inside her quivering entrance. Her hips shuddered violently, and the molten silk of her channel convulsed on my tongue.
Her scent was like southern velvet, so thick it pressed in all around me, covering me, coating me, saturating me until I wasn’t sure that I’d ever smell entirely just like myself again.
I took a filthy sort of pleasure in the fact that I’d now eternally smell like the exquisite peak of my wife’s climax. This moment, this woman, had forever altered me.
Luna undulated, grinding through the convulsive reverberations of her ecstacy. She mewled and then gasped my name in a shattered voice – “Prince Gal!” – and I belatedly regretted that I’d not told her to call me Galbrath.
No one called me Galbrath.No. One. Not even my own mother. It was considered the absolute height of intimacy for a prince such as myself to be called by my full name instead of the typical shortened version. Even among married royal couples, the male’s full name was not often used.
And yet here I was, on thevery first nightwith my new human wife, and I was already pathetically desperate to hear her call me Galbrath while she jiggled and gyrated and came apart all over my face.
I was fairly certain that I’d turned into an idiot.
I was entirely certain that I did not care.
She twitched and wiggled and moaned again, then suddenly sagged, her legs falling away and splaying open so wide for me I lost a healthy helping of seed just at the sight of her.
“I’m going to use my fingers now,” I barely was able to pant, my lungs contracting like bellows. “Make you come again. Get you good and ready and-”
Luna interrupted me with… I wasn’t quite sure. It wasn’t a word. Nor was it an effusive, erotic cry in praise for my tongue. It was something between a snuffle and a snarl.
“What?” I asked dazedly as I straightened up on my knees between her thighs. I took my cock in my fist, squeezing the pulsating knot in anticipation of working it inside her.
Luna made the sound again. I wrenched my fevered gaze up from her gorgeous wet cunt. The candlelight kissed her face, illuminating very pink cheeks, mussed hair, golden eyelashes….
Eyelashes that rested in the delicate half-moon hollows beneath her eyes.
Because her eyes were closed, and not in ecstatic bliss for her husband’s dutiful ministrations.
But because she was asleep.