Page 35 of Games with the Orc

"Turn," Khell said, and I squeezed my eyes shut. The plug in my ass left me with a constant stuffed sensation, and I was almost terrified of having him pull it out.

But I turned and prattled on. "That wasn't all that wasn't working between us or anything, but I just couldn't shake it. My friend said I should try and find out the answer, and I thought she meant with a stranger—" I gasped and squeaked as Khell pulled out the plug, the hollow sensation shocking and vulnerable. He covered me with the washcloth, rubbing around my asshole to soothe me. "She meant a professional, and I'd seen the ads so…so I called the agency," I finished lamely.

"That was very brave of you, petal," Khell said lowly. He tossed the washcloth away from us. "Come. Join me, and we'll wash each other."

I sighed and hurried into the water, wincing at the brief sting. In spite of the invitation to wash, the first thing Khell did was bundle me against his chest, arms wrapping around my bare back.

"I was right," I murmured. "I should've done something sooner, but I was right about myself. I couldn't go the rest of my life without this."

Khell purred, head lowering to nuzzle against my hair. "No. No, you are too perfectly suited. You are orc bait, petal."

I snorted at that and tilted my head back, but found Khell's gaze solemn.

"One of my kind would've sniffed you out eventually, hunted that pretty cunt down, and claimed you."

My lips parted but I couldn't form a word, and Khell just took it as an opportunity to kiss me, tongue stroking in to tease and twine around mine.

Did he mean that, or was it pretty words he felt paid to say? Would he have hunted me if we'd met in the city? If I'd seen Khell in the park or the grocery store or at a bar on a night out with Natalie, would I have been brave enough to meet his eye, dare him to come speak to me?

The honest truth was probably no.

My heart ached and clenched in my chest, and I wrapped my arms tight around Khell's shoulders, clinging to him and begging for more in the kiss.

"We're staying the night here?" I mumbled as Khell tucked blankets in around us in the deep, round pit of a bed.

"We are."

He'd turned the lanterns in the room down to the smallest little flickers of light. Deep underground as we were, it could've been early evening or dawn for all I knew. Our bath had been slow and thorough and gentle, stirring up arousal without feeding it into another session of fucking. I'd fallen asleep and woken again in the nest, Khell settling in with a plate of food that he let me feed to us both.

Now fed and bathed, I found myself surrounded by the heat and muscle of my—

I blinked in the dark, my throat tight.

My partner. Not my orc. Khell wasn't mine.

Maybe so many days together like this was a mistake for my first experience. I didn't know how to accept the intimacy Khell offered for the sake of my comfort without the gestures affecting my emotions.

I didn't want to leave, didn't want this fantasy I'd paid for to break apart. I couldn't even imagine the reality that was only days away, and I couldn't imagine Khell as part of my real life. He was too vivid, too consuming. He certainly wouldn't fit in my small coach house bathroom.

"What's sore?" Khell rumbled into the top of my head.

I'd been growing tense, barely noticing Khell's hands stroking and soothing at my back and hips. Since "my heart" was too melodramatic an answer, I settled on, "My hips, but just a little."

Khell made that lovely growling purr sound that vibrated through his whole chest, and his arms circled me, rotating my limp and rested body slowly until my back was to his front. His legs curled up behind mine, chin at the crown of my head, making him a comically large spoon.

One hand passed over my bare breasts, squeezing them each gently in turn, and then down over my sex. His fingers slipped between my thighs, lifting one up and guiding my leg to rest over his.

At the back of my mind, I marveled at my own lack of surprise that Khell was maneuvering me for more sex. This was my role here, wonderfully simple and shockingly decadent. I was his to use.

But Khell was drawing me to lean against him, his arms around me, hands covering my hips and fingers digging in. I moaned softly at the lovely, aching relief that followed, Khell carefully working my muscles loose. There was a hint of arousal as he touched me, hands stroking the crease of my thighs and just outside of my sex, down the inner muscles of my thighs and around to return to my ass, but the day had been too long and too full of extreme sensation for me to do more than accept the gentle attention my orc offered.

There you go again, I hissed to myself, but half of my brain was already offline, exhausted and soothed by Khell's massage, and the other half was following quickly.

"You were perfect today, petal."

"So were you," I murmured, snuggling back into the warm and velvety chest at my back. "The whole time. I'm lucky it was you, beast."

Why can't it always be you, Khell?