Page 8 of Games with the Orc

Mating would be a death sentence for my work at the agency—work I actually enjoyed. Fucking was natural, fun, easy. The games some clients concocted were curious and not always to my own pleasure, but I could play the parts they needed. I had no interest in risking my place at MSA just for a more than usually agreeable human client.

Astraeya's lips pursed, and then she shrugged and turned on her heel, heading back toward the town car. "Fine. Fair enough. Have fun. Be nice."

I grunted and watched the succubus get into the car and depart from the cottage. I glanced at my watch. I had three minutes. There was a small storage shed at the back of the cottage that was secretly a locker room for us partners. I ducked inside, frowning as the top of my head nearly brushed the ceiling.

The little human wanted primal play and to be my captive, and costumes were an unfortunate part of my job. No one wanted to be thrown over the shoulder of an orc in a gym hoodie, apparently. I shrugged out of my street clothes, tucking my watch into the pocket of my jeans, and scowled down at the outfit Astraeya had assigned me. A red shoulder cape and a miniscule leather armor skirt. It would've made more sense for an orc to charge into the cottage naked, but human women often found the size of our cocks overwhelming. Perhaps the flap of leather offered a reassuring disguise to the fact that I would fill them to the brim with my girth.

My phone chimed in the locker.

It was time.

I left the shed and walked softly around the cottage toward the front door. Most women waited nervously on whatever seating in the scene looked the most innocent, so I was surprised not to find the young woman perched on the blue velvet couch or anywhere in the main room. Next most likely was the bed, but even from here, I could see she wasn't inside the bedroom. Her yellow suitcase was still by the bedroom door, an artificial but not unpleasant floral fragrance emanating from inside.

She was downstairs.

Brave little human.

I rolled my shoulders and grinned at the open door to the basement. It would be a nice change of pace not to have to tiptoe too much at the start, make small talk. We would have plenty of time for that later, when she needed to be brought down from the high of our play.

Her scent was stronger on the stairs but still airy, not attached to any of the surfaces. I could hear the first whispers of her breath, quick and sharp, aware of my heavy footfalls on the steps. She wasn't in the room, not waiting on the bench, and my claws extended slightly, a rare sense of anticipation rising in me.

A flicker of shadow and a soft gasp called to me, and I turned to the open doorway to my left, my body tensing. There she was, deep in the shadow of the dungeon playroom. She was staring at me, brown eyes wide in a heart-shaped face, lips parted, no doubt assuming I was unable to see her in the dark. But my kind had keen eyesight from living in underground dens, and she was perfectly clear. I stepped slowly closer, watching her long fingers tighten around the chain in her grasp, her breasts heaving with her great gasps of breath, pressing to the collar of her dress.

I paused in the doorway, filling the frame and blocking some of the dim light, shadowing her slightly from my view. Her scent was rich now, growing stronger by the second, clinging in my nostrils and coating my throat in tangy arousal. That was a good sign. I was close enough to hear her heartbeat hammering, the catches of her breath soft and excited.

How to approach? New human partners liked to chatter nervously, to fill the silence as I stared at them like the predator they wanted to pounce. But this one, Sonya, only watched, waited.

"Take off your clothes. I have plans for you."

There was a squeak of sound strangled from her throat, and the chain in her hand rattled softly as she startled. For a second, I prepared to backtrack, give her another option like joining me on the bench, go over the usual introductions. And then her hand released the chain, twisting behind her back and arching her chest forward as she hunted for the zipper on her dress. Her eyes were still wide, searching in the dark for me, and a pretty red tongue flicked out to stroke over her bottom lip.

I flexed my hands to retract my claws.

Interesting. She was eager, but silent.

"You're mine for this week, pet," I said, my voice heavy and low, bouncing off the stone around us. I stepped back and reached to the wall panel, slowly drawing up the light in the electric candles positioned at the corners of the room. Her hands paused on her hips, heavy breasts still in her bra, with pert and tight nipples pressing to the lace, rounded stomach sucked in self-consciously. She was staring at me, pupils dark and full. "Five days to do whatever I like with you," I tried, wondering when or if she would want to break the scene.

They usually did on the first try.

But not this little treat of a human. Sonya pushed her dress over soft hips, catching her panties with her thumbs and taking them down too. She kicked her flimsy sneakers off with the dress and reached back to the clasp of her bra, holding my gaze.

I opened my mouth to tell her to lower her gaze but let out a growl as she dropped her bra. Those breasts were proper orc handfuls. I would feast on them later.

"What next?" Her voice was thin, breathy, but sweet too.

I had a number of ideas, many of which she'd suggested herself in her requests, but Astraeya's warning rang in my head. As ready as Sonya seemed, this was her first experience in submission. It was time to check in with her.

"What would you like, pet?"

She blinked and held still as I stepped close, close enough for the heat of my skin to stroke against hers. "I…" Her brow furrowed, and her lips pressed together as she arched to stare up at me. "I want you to tell me what to do," she said, with just a hint of a bite in her tone.

I chuckled at that. "Are you ready for chains, pet?"

Her frown eased slightly, head nodding, and she held her breath as my hand reached out to her. I moved slowly, waiting for any shrinking or retreat, but instead the pretty little human swayed in my direction, her hair stroking against my fingers, soft, golden, coiling around my hand.

"Arms up," I said, fighting my smile as her arms flew up over her head without so much as a pause. I grabbed up one slender wrist and fastened it into a padded cuff, using the pulleys to lift her arm high and taut, still resting on her feet but stretched fully.

Sonya leaned in, her chest brushing against mine, peaked nipples teasing lines against my chest. She whined and repeated her sway, pressing harder against me.