So I grabbed the firm flesh of her ass. Once more, she wrapped her legs around me. Then she pushed forward and sank my hand axe into her warmth.
I groaned, my vision blurring.
“Do not hold back,” she gasped, rocking her hips against mine.
Tightening my grasp, I pulled her forward until her pelvis cradled against mine, then I let her slide out to the tip of my hand axe before pulling her back home again. We took a few seconds to explore each other before settling into a rhythm, then increasing speed. Our flesh slapped, our moans equally loud. I didn’t care if anyone heard us. I didn’t care if anyone saw us. With our first few strokes I worried that she’d lose her balance ormy grip would slip and she would crash backward into the wall, but this female had the abdominal muscles of an orc warrior, and made it quickly known that she wanted more.
So I gave her more. Faster. Harder. She arched back and I pulled her deep onto my cock, but the thrust of our motion was all her. My role was to hold her up supported by her legs around my waist, the heels of her boots digging erotically into my hips.
I’d always expected sex with a human female would involve me on top in a bed of furs, pushing toward my release while she lay accepting the action. I’d never thought a human female would have the strength to participate as an equal in our pleasure. I’d never expected her breathless moans. I’d never expected her short blunt teeth nipping at my neck, her stubby nails digging into my skin, her eager thrusting as I swelled inside her.
ThisMiskalwas so warm, so wet, so eager. I’d had congress with many orc females in my life, but none had come to me with this level of unbridled passion. She was aMiskal. An argumentative bold, brazen hussy.
And I’d never had sex like this before in my life.
The female gasped, throwing her head back. I dropped my other hand to grip her ass and increase the speed and depth of my thrusts as she faltered, taking over the rhythm. With a cry she shattered, her garden tightening around my hand-axe and pulsing, driving me to my own release.
With a roar I gave way, spilling my seed into her. I’d always been so careful about not risking a bastard child, but it didn’t cross my mind until the next day that I’d joined with this human female without a single thought of the risks. It didn’t matter. All I could think about at the time was how much I wanted her, how much I desired to make her mine.
But she wasn’t mine. This was just pleasure, just one night of enjoyment. ThisMiskalwas not the sort of human female Ineeded to bring home as my bride. And tonight? Tonight was just a release to help me survive until I found my princess.
Once I’d seen her into a hired car and off to her own den, I stood on the sidewalk for a while, feeling a strange ache of loss.
Not mine. I’d never see her again, but as long as I lived, I’d never forget her.
Before I walked back to my hovel, I took out my cell phone and punched the image for the translation app.
The human word forMiskalwas shrew.
This human female was indeed a shrew.
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WILLA
Holy shit.
That had been epic. I called an Uber and stood on shaky, jelly legs next to Eng until I managed to slide into the back seat of my ride home. We hadn’t spoken. We hadn’t exchanged numbers. There had been no half-hearted statements about seeing each other again. I doubted he even remembered my last name. This was one night.
And what a night it had been.
Damn. If this was sex with an orc, then call me a fan. The guy might be a colossal asshole, but he could fuck like a hero from one of Abby’s romance novels. I loved sex, and tonight with Eng, in a fucking alleyway of all places, had been the best sex of my life. It was like he’d read my mind, knowing how to shift his hips, adjust his pace, nibble my neck before I even knew what I wanted.
The Uber dropped me off at my little studio apartment on George Street above a coffee shop/deli. I climbed the stairs and unlocked the door with shaking hands, throwing the three sets of deadbolts behind me before dropping my coat on the table and collapsing on my bed.
I was still horny. I wanted another round. Yes, I had been a bit drunk after five beers this evening, but the ones at the stadium were so watered down they probably didn’t count. Plus I’d had water instead of shots and the sex had helped to sober me up. Still I wondered if my erotic haze was alcohol induced or the real thing. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d let a buzz lead me to believe the sex was better than it was—or that the guy was better than he was.
I stripped and dug my vibrator out of the bedside table drawer, taking care of my residual needs. It should have left me satiated, but I continued to think of the orc, his bulging muscles supporting my weight, the smooth feel of his tusks against my mouth, against my breast. The way he’d thrust into me, angling his approach to press against my erogenous zone.
It had been amazing. But I wasn’t the princess he wanted, and he wasn’t the sort of man I could possibly tolerate outside of the bedroom, let alone create a life with.
This was a one-night stand. It was an incredible experience—probably an experience that would complicate future relationships. But it still wasn’t enough to build a relationship on.
Enjoy the fun. Let go. I’d had a wonderful time tonight, but it wouldn’t happen again. And hopefully there would be other incredible sexual encounters in my future that might lead to a long-term relationship. Maybe even marriage.
Because this night of sex, as amazing as it was, was never going to be more than just a quick, hot bang in an alleyway.
I wokeup the next morning feeling better than I had any right to. The beers at the arena had been watery, but I’d followed themup with a beer at the first pub, then two more at McHenry’s. The partying days of my college years were over. While I still enjoyed an alcoholic beverage several times a week, at the age of thirty I could no longer handle a night of drinking. It had been a wise choice to stick to water in all those shot glasses, even though I’d been tempted when Eng started drinking that rye whiskey. The water must have helped because I had only a tiny headache that quickly went away once I downed a tall glass of water and started sipping my morning coffee.
