Page 39 of Games with the Orc
A brief and almost amusing fantasy of carting Sunny off the property altogether flitted through my head, and I let it float there in the background for far too long.
"Khell," Sunny whispered.
My arms had tightened around her, and I loosened them slightly as I turned my head to meet her gaze. She was shades of blue and gray in the dark, hints of her gold hair faint and glittering as we passed into brief patches of moonlight, and I was too busy studying the details of her face—pert nose and round eyes, the dimple on her chin—to immediately catch the expression on her face.
"Stop walking."
My feet obeyed the command without question, and I swayed in place, Sunny clasped to my chest with her legs spread. There was a rare, slight downturn of her lips and an ache in her eyes that echoed down into my chest.
"What's wrong?" I asked, ready to adjust my hold on her, concerned she might've been in pain.
She shook her head. "Nothing, I just… I want you," she said, voice so soft, it almost slipped beneath the rustling of the woods around us. "Here. Please."
My heart squeezed, as if Sunny had pressed her small hand right through my rib cage to take the organ in her grip, to force it to beat slow and hard, painfully in her possession.
"Do you want to be chased?" I asked, glancing around the woods.
"No. I just want you," she said, the thin thread of her voice breaking on the last word. "Out here. I don't know—"
I wouldn't ask her to reason with me. I didn't want to argue. I'd resisted Sunny for most of the day, and there was no battling that look on her face, the way it tore into me. I took three strides forward, into a break of the tree's shadows, where moonlight pooled on the floor of the woods like water, and then knelt.
Sunny's hands cupped my face, and she leaned in, her mouth meeting mine in a fragile kiss, skimming and brushing, breathing against one another. I had her wrapped in the cloak again, and I loosened it now to lay against the ground. I meant to lower Sunny down, but she pulled away, climbing off my lap, naked to the night sky and the woods and my starving gaze. Her hands around my jaw slid to my shoulders, barely pressing, and I rolled, lowering myself onto my back.
The moon hung behind Sunny's head, illuminating her with a divine halo. My petal, my lusty goddess. I growled up at the sight of her, the silhouette of light outlining the slow and soft curves of her body, the tight peak of her breasts, the thin tips of her hair brushing just above her shoulder.
Sunny hummed, a sweet, small sound, and tipped her head enough for me to see one corner of her smile. Then one heel raised and her feet straddled my thighs on the ground, and the kiss of light reached between her thighs, where I wanted my mouth.
"Petal," I growled.
"I'm admiring you."
"Come sit—"
"No, Khell, please," she whispered, halting my words. "Let this time be mine."
The plea was a fist around my throat, and I nodded. Sunny remained frozen above me, traced in icy light for another moment, before finally sinking to her knees, poised above my lap.
"Whatever I say, just let it be a game." The words were barely spoken, just a flutter of her lips and likely not meant for me to hear. But orcs had keen ears.
I growled, wanting to surge up, to grab Sunny by the shoulders and force this dark mood out, to hear any words she wanted to speak, but she pressed her hot core to my cock, rocking against my length, and the growl only softened to a groan.
My hands cupped around Sunny's hips, encouraging the slow slide of her sex against my stiff cock, my stav already kicking, eager to find its way into her cunt. Sunny's breath was quick, her eyes focused down to where we touched, rubbing herself against my head, gathering the precum from the tip and using it to smooth her movement.
"Petal, bring me your mouth." She had claimed control of this union, but my words were a plea, not an order, and Sunny smiled and leaned forward, hands planted on my stomach. I had to arch up to meet her, and I thrust one hand into her hair, to hold her face to mine.
The kiss was messy, fractured by every retreat from Sunny as she kept pace on my lap, her own arousal joining mine to make me slick and ready for her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, to roll us over so I could pin her beneath me. Sunny's teeth nipped at my lips, the excited notes of her pleasure small and confined in her throat.
"Use me," I whispered against her.
She moaned, turning away from the kiss and pressing her cheek to mine. "I want you to be mine."
I growled, my fingers tightening briefly in her hair before she shoved me down to my back again, pulling away and reaching between us. My cock was too eager to be inside her, the pound and ache of my length warring against the vise around my heart that demanded I pull Sunny's mouth back to mine, kiss her until she confessed more of her secrets.
The heat of her, the slick and easy descent of her wet and gasping cunt on my cock made us both cry out, our eyes meeting and fastening to one another. The pain she'd been wearing since she stopped our progress in the woods vanished, replaced with a gentle relief.
"Oh god, Khell, you're fucking perfect inside of me."
You are home, Sunny.