“I am not fuzzy,” I informed her. “There is an appropriate amount of hair on my chest and near my hand-axe, and some on my legs and arms, but none of it is excessive. Some orcs are fuzzy, but I am not.”
Her lips trembled. “That’s good to know. I’m not fuzzy either because I shave regularly. If we’re sharing grooming details, I figured I should let you know that.”
I nodded, my eyes catching again on her black curls. I hoped she hadsomefur and that it was the same ebony shade. And I hoped I would get to see it. That was what I wanted if I’d won this bet, I suddenly remembered.
But I hadn’t won the bet. And I had a bad feeling that seeing this female naked would be something that would fuel my dreams for the rest of my life. Dreams, because she wasn’t the sort who would make a good bride for a prince. I needed to bring home a meek, obedient, fertile female, not this bold, argumentativeMiskal.
Although…
“Let’s get out of here,” she suggested, downing her last tiny glass of water.
Might as well. This establishment wouldn’t be open much longer and the other orcs had left except for Ozar. There was no way I was going to sit around and watch him court his female, so if theMiskalwas leaving, then I should too.
“Yes.” I drank the last drops of the smokey-tasting brown liquid in my tiny glass and set it on the bar, surprised when the female grabbed me by the sleeve and began to haul me toward the door.
I let her lead me, wondering why she needed me to accompany her from the bar. Most human females would probably wish for a large, powerful male to protect them from any harm, but theMiskalseemed unusually strong for a human, and her attitude would send any assailant running.
The hand didn’t leave my sleeve after we were through the door. Since we were headed in the direction of my hovel, I didn’t pull away. Was this section of Baltimore that menacing at night? Should I unsheathe the knife at my calf and prepare for an attack?
TheMiskalyanked me into a wide space between two buildings. She dropped my arm to grab my shirt with both hands, pulling me down toward her. Then she kissed me.
It took me less than a second to get with the program. Ozar might wax poetic about wooing a mate, but I had no plans for romance or love. I had a very specific mandate for the woman I needed to bring home, and this female definitely didn’t meet that criteria. But I was still a green-blooded orc, and if a comely female, no matter how annoying, wanted to ride my hand-axe, then I wasn’t going to let the opportunity go by.
“Wait.” She pulled away before I could do more than touch her lips with mine. “How drunk are you? Because I’m still a little buzzed from the beer but if you’re too drunk…”
I glared at her. “All of my body parts are functional. You do not need to be concerned about performance.”
The female bit her lip. “That’s not…I didn’t mean to suggest…what I actually want to know is are you sober enough to consent to having sex with me.”
What in the murky bogs was this female talking about? I was tipsy, not possessed by a malignant spirit that had taken over my body and agency. Of course I was sober enough to consent to have sex. I could be drooling and stumbling down the street and still consent to sex.
“Yes.” I spoke carefully and clearly so there would be no misunderstanding. “I want you to ride my hand-axe. I want to have sex with you. Even three bottles of that whiskey would not change my desire to have sex with you.”
“Thank God,” she muttered. Then she kissed me again.
Her mouth was soft and warm, her tongue as bold as she was. With a small frustrated noise, she pulled my shirt from my pants and ran her short nails up the sides of my waist.
My brain left, and my hand-axe swelled to a painful hardness. Those short nails digging into my skin, her teeth nipping against my lip, her stomach pressing against my hardness—I needed to focus, to concentrate or else I was going to come in my pants. That hadn’t happened since I was a gangly youth with my first female. There was no way I would embarrass myself like that again, especially with this feisty human female.
With one hand I grabbed her ass, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around my hips and ground herself against me. With my other hand I reached under her shirt only to halt, momentarily perplexed at the band I encountered halfway up her back. It had some flimsy clips and hooks that were easily undone. The band fell open, but dangled from where it was looped over her shoulders. I carefully slid my hand to her side, testing to see if I needed to support her upright or not.
I should have known better. TheMiskal’smuscles were perfectly capable of supporting her own weight, leaving my one hand free to trace her soft skin to the curve of her breasts while my other hand held her against my crotch.
Mountain Gods, this was incredible. Her breasts were barely a handful, so firm but so very soft. My thumb brushed across the erect nub of her nipple and she gasped into my mouth, pushing against me. Hiking her up more, I yanked her shirt upward as well as the strange band-like garment so I could taste her breasts. I licked, sucked, nipped my way along the soft flesh before flicking her nipple with a fast and humming vibration.
“You better fuck me, orc,” she gasped. “You need to fuck me right now.”
I didn’t need the translation app to understand what she meant. Keeping my mouth on her breast, and one handsupporting her ass, I used the other hand to unbutton and unzip her pants. Which was as far as I could get without setting her down, since there was no way to remove the garment with her legs wrapped around my waist.
With a frustrated growl, I lowered her, then helped her with the complex task of getting her pants off. We’d managed to get them and the lacy black scrap of fabric that adorned her garden over one of her boots, but they refused to come free from her other shoe.
“Fuck this,” she said, kicking the clothing aside so they dangled from one foot, then reaching for me.
Her honeyed scent lifted to my nose, stiffening my hand axe to the point of agony. With a soft laugh, her hands lowered my pants. Then she gently grasped my hand axe with both hands.
“You have to either squat down of lift me up for this, big boy,” she whispered.
I wanted to squat down and taste her, to spear her with my tongue and make her cry out my name, but I was in agony and she was already climbing up my body, using one hand to position me against her opening.
