Page 29 of Alien Orc's Prize

“Should be easy enough,” I said, my voice lower than I’d intended, “considering how distracting my scent apparently is.”

“By the seas, you havenoidea.”

A wicked idea popped into my head. If he wanted distraction, he was about to get it. And it would be a bit of an apology for falling asleep on him last night. I let my fingers follow the hard grooves of his abdomen. When I reached his groin, I took the hot, heavy shaft of him into my hands.

Then I got down on my knees.

Galbrath watched me the way he’d watch a small, cute, but ultimately wild creature that had made its way uninvited into his house. With fascination, appreciation, and also a little suspicion. Like I was going to fuck up the upholstery if he left me alone too long without supervision.

“I’m not going to bite you or anything,” I chuckled, stroking him and feeling him grow instantly stiffer.

“With those little teeth? And no tusks? A bite isn’t even a threat coming from you.”

“Oh, really?” I took the head of him into my mouth, ringed my teeth around it, and ever so slightly applied pressure. Galbrath’s cock jumped and started leaking salty fluid against my tongue. His hands went to the back of my head, and he swore softly. I sucked him, once, long and hard, then released him, flashing my “little teeth” in a mischievous grin. I noted with satisfaction the way his chest heaved and his eyes grew half-lidded with desire.

“Again,” he rasped. This time, I licked my way along the bottom side, down to that strange, firm bulge in the middle.

“Mwhat’s dis mcalled?” I asked, the words damp and muffled against that swollen place.

“What?” Galbrath wheezed. He tensed, hips lurching as I found a pulsing vein and tongued it.

“What’s this called?” I repeated more clearly.

“It’s my knot. Your human men don’t have knots?”

He said it with such disdain I found myself grinning, my lips pressed to the hot, surprisingly satiny skin of his knot. I planted a wet kiss there, then nipped the underside. A jet of come shot past my ear.

“Sensitive?” I asked, wrapping both hands around the swollen centre and squeezing. More come erupted, and Galbrath sucked back a shout.

“Oceans, yes,” he hissed. “Sensitive.”

“Does this part… is it supposed to fit inside me?”

“Of course,” he panted. He massaged my scalp, sending prickly heat down the back of my neck.

“I don’t think it will,” I said dubiously, stroking the massive swell of it. His shaft alone was astoundingly thick. The knot was even thicker.

“It will,” Galbrath replied with ferocious certainty. Arrogance, most people would probably say. But I kind of liked it. It made me feel like anything could be possible with him. Simply because he’d make it so by sheer force of will.

Although I wasn’t exactly sure how sheer force of will would apply to the physics of my vagina.

I took him back into my mouth, as deep as he could go. Like he could hear my mental doubts, he resumed massaging my scalp and he groaned, slowly shunting his hips as if to punctuate each word, “We’ll work you up to it. Tongue. Fingers. The first part of my cock. And then, when you’re good and wet and ready for it, you’ll take my –ah!”

I fought the instinct to jerk back and escape the onslaught of Galbrath’s ejaculation. But as much as I tried to stay in place, I couldn’t last long. Orc males came like a hot, salty tsunami. At least, Galbrath did. I reared back with a gurgle, swallowing some, but letting most of it drip past my swollen lips and down my chin. Galbrath stared down at me, his eyes dark slits.

“By the seas, lass,” he huffed, dragging his thumb across my slick lower lip, “you look good like this.”

“How do I smell?” I joked, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

“Delicious.” He pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes and hissed a sharp sigh. “Don’t ask me. If I think about it too much, I’m going to get hard again. And as much as it literally pains me to leave you right now, I have three more farmers to visit and about a hundred scientists to write to this afternoon.”

“I understand,” I said, rising shakily to my feet, even as a stab of disappointment went through me. And it wasn’t even disappointment that I was now so depressingly horny and wouldn’t get to do anything about it. It was because I felt like I was going to just… miss him. It had been nice simply talking to him. Letting him share about his problems and sharing my own ideas in return.

Galbrath blew out a long breath, lowered his hands and met my gaze fiercely. He cupped my face and bent to press his forehead to mine.

“Later,” he whispered.

“Later? You must be talking about that swimming lesson I was promised,” I teased.