“Keep looking at me,” he growled as he dropped his hips and shoved his way between her thighs. She gasped as he ground himself against her. “I want you to know what…who is taking you. So there are no arguments later.”
She swallowed, unnerved and excited by the intensity of his gaze. She clenched, liquid heat escaping her at the thought of being filled with his long, thick cock.
Thought became need. She needed to touch him, feel the length and breadth of him in her hands. Need became action. She tried to reach down between them, only to find her hands swiftly captured and pinned above her head.
“Wha—”
“No,” he growled, need tightening his expression as he stripped them both with ruthless efficiency. “No touching. This isn’t some romantic tryst where we find out about each other and hold hands in the moonlight. I want you, so I’m going to take you. Fuck you. And you’re going to watch me do it.”
Dark excitement hummed through her veins as he pushed her thighs further apart. She gasped as the broad head of his cock pressed against her. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Would he slide in slowly, making her take his cock inch by slow inch, or surge into her in one go?
“Look at me.”
Her question was answered as he shoved, his cock breaching her smaller body in one savage push. His groan drowned out her soft keen of pleasure. She was slick with excitement, so much so that he managed to seat himself almost to the hilt in one snap of his hips. His hands tight on her wrists, he grunted in determination and drove the rest of the way into her in a series of short, sharp thrusts.
Biting her lip, she kept her eyes on his, unable to look away. He was big, bigger than any man she’d had before. But that was the point. Wasn’t it? He wasn’t human. He was an orc. A monster… with a monster-sized cock to boot.
His thick girth parted her, pressing tightly almost to the point of pain. Buried to the root, he paused for a moment, a strange light in his eyes as he stroked her hair back from her face with his free hand.
“Breathe. It’ll feel good in a moment,” he offered gruffly, shifting his supporting hand to between hers over her head, no longer holding them. She started to move them, but his warning glare had her putting her hands right back where he’d placed them.
She nodded, trusting him despite all odds. She felt full, more filled than she ever had in her life. As long as he didn’t move, they’d be fine. Like he said, she just needed to breathe.
She concentrated on the rise and fall of her chest and his gentle touches in her hair. The burning pain eased, leaving behind an intense need to move. Somehow he knew the dark urges that surged through her. The need to move, to feel his thick cock slide out of her tight pussy and thrust in to impale her again. His lips twitched as he pulled back until the thick head of his cock was just inside her channel and then slid right into her again in a long, tight ride of pure sensation.
“Oh god.”
The exclamation was torn from her lips as pleasure rolled through her. Tension and anticipation held her in their thrall as he picked up the pace, moving over and within her with a power and dominance that started a fever in her blood. A fever that needed harder. Faster. Deeper.
“Not quite. Close.”
His lips quirked again, showing off a set of dimples she’d have found adorable on anyone else. On him, they were seriously sexy. Planting his hands on either side of her head, he took her hard and fast. She loved it, moving with him and urging him on.
Desperate to get more, to get closer, she wrapped her legs around his hips. The move changed the angle of penetration and his rough groan mingled with her moan of pleasure.
“Naughty little faery…you like this. Don’t you? Admit it. You love being fucked by the big, bad orc.”
He leaned down to claim her lips and she welcomed him. Her tongue slid around his, teasing and tempting him as their bodies moved in unison. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she raked him with her nails as she strained against him.
He broke the kiss, looming over her.
“Admit it. Admit you like being fucked by an orc. By me,” he demanded as he slid into her again. Each strong, claiming thrust drove the tension in her body higher and higher.
“Yes. Yes, I like it,” she panted, closing her eyes. She’d tell him anything as long as he kept doing what he was doing. She needed harder, faster. Just a few more thrusts and she’d be there.
His grip was firm in her hair, pulling her head back so he could look in her eyes. Desire and something else hardened his expression.
“Look at me. I want to see in your eyes as you come all over my cock. You are going to come. Aren’t you, little one?”
He slammed into her again and rolled his hips to grind his pelvis against hers. She gasped, everything slowing as she hovered on the brink. A pleasure-filled abyss opened at her feet, just waiting for one more move, one more thrust to topple her into it.
Karak pulled back and slammed into her again with a roar. She screamed, the onslaught of pleasure too much to handle as her climax shattered through her. Powerful thrusts took him over the edge as well, his big body stiffening over hers. His cock pulsed and jerked as he emptied his seed deep within her.
Collapsing, he rolled at the last minute and reversed their positions so she lay, exhausted and overwhelmed, across his broad chest. His hand tangled in her hair as the last tremors of pleasure faded from their bodies.
“You’re mine now, little faery. And I keep what’s mine.”
“Faery bomb!”
The shouted words had barely penetrated Kelly’s brain when she found herself unceremoniously upended from the warmth of the furs and Karak’s larger body and dumped on the floor.
“Whaaa…” she managed, coherence taking a running jump in the face of her sleepiness.
“Up! Dress!” Karak barked, already on his feet as he yanked on weaponry and then, almost like it was an afterthought, his loincloth and cloak. “They’re hitting us with faery bombs. We need to move and defend the perimeter!”
She nodded, spurred on more by the tension in his voice than by what he was saying. Yanking on her clothes and some new boots he’d found for her from somewhere, she stumbled out of the tent after him.
Graal ducked out of the tent opposite and frowned as his silver-eyed gaze landed on her. “She can’t come.”
She scowled, dropping her hands onto her hips. Not a morning person at the best of times, not even getting laid last night (several times) could make up for the lack of coffee, not to mention the cold and being subjected to outright misogyny first thing.
“Why? Because it’s a fucking boy’s club?” she demanded. She hadn’t seen any female warriors in the camp as she’d walked through, only a few in skimpy clothes that were obviously there for… entertainment purposes. Which she absolutely was not. Yanking her jacket tighter around herself, she stared Graal down.
“No, because it’s not safe for you.” Karak grabbed her wrist, wrapping something around it and, a second later, around a tall pole by the fire.
“What the actual fuck?” she hissed. She looked down to find a piece of ivy wrapped around her wrist and then the pole. She yanked on her arm but couldn’t move it, hissing when she couldn’t break it, the thin strand of green as strong as steel.