“Now you know how the cork felt,” she gasped, wincing through a smile.
“You’ve got this,” the orc murmured, the words impossibly soft through his tusks. “There. That’s my girl.”
Her cheeks burned in the flush that reached her ears, her neck and shoulders. The firelight glinted through her hair, wreathing her in gold. She was so beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d been missing all the times he could have seen her like this.
The wet sounds of her cunt taking his cock to capacity as he tenderly thrust his hips into her were nearly enough to push him over the edge.
Each time it was answered by the slow drag of his tongue over one of her breasts, catching her nipple in his mouth for a hard suck.
“Erryc, oh, just like that,” she whined, threaded her fingers through his hair and held him in place against her. He understood instantly, and held on for a long suck, flicking his tongue rapidly over the tight bud of flesh between exhales. She gasped, and soon he felt her core contract around him.
Her pleasure was evident, her body jerked, her core twitching around his cock. She gave a strangled gasp as her hands fisted in his hair, clinging to his shoulders. He sucked her nipple harder, spurring on her release.
Erryc couldn’t hold back, not when she was in his arms, soft and cozy, the smell of her hair, the sound of her cry as her warm cunt squeezed, tight and fluttery around him. He lost himself, groaning, rutting into her with reckless abandon. The sensation raked down his middle, his balls tightening as the current of his release took over.
His cock pulsed once, twice, hard, as he let out a deep throaty growl, answered with a brazen cry from Fawn. She moaned as each hot spurt of his seed filled her, again and again. Her hips bucked at the sensation, her knees drawing tight against his torso. His arms crushed her body to his until it was over.
Fawn melted down on top of him, sprawling out across his middle, still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“You still owe me a favor, you know,” she panted. “‘Anything in the world,’ you said.”
Erryc couldn’t help the dazed, lovelorn look that crossed his face as he gazed upon her.
“Name it,” he laughed.
Erryc rolled her over to lay on the bearskin rug between him and the fire. Her thighs were a drippy mess as his softening cock eased out of her.
For a moment there was only the sound of their breath between them and the crackle of the fire over them, its heatenveloping them. By now it had grown, filling the room with dancing shadows.
“I want this. Every day. And a bite of whatever you’re eating for the rest of your life.”
“That’s two things. But I’ll allow it,” he murmured, burying his face between the side of her neck and her shoulder. That was a bargain he thought he might be getting the better end of.
Fawn settled further against him, stifling a yawn in his hair. She drew a hand up and down his shoulder, tracing little circles against his skin until her breath deepened and slowed.
With wind howling outside, the logs on the fire were burning well, sleep was a terribly convincing argument to the warm, exhausted bodies inside.
Erryc woke first, blinking awake as a ray of light from the frosted windows poked him in the eye.
Somehow, during the night the bearskin rug had become more blanket than mattress, the pair of them curled up together in front of the fading embers of the logs.
Erryc pushed himself up on an elbow, careful not to disturb Fawn or detangle himself from her just yet. Her head rested on his forearm, likely the culprit of the prickly sensation in that hand.
How long had she been just within reach? How long had he been in his own way?
It didn’t matter now. They had all the time in the world left to make up for all the moments they’d missed out on waiting across the room from each other.
He couldn’t help but grin at nothing in particular when he realized the snow piled up along the window meant he had at least a few more hours with just her, before they had to worry about regular life. A slow, snowy morning with her sounded like the most perfect thing in the world right now.
Fawn yawned and stretched, rolling over in Erryc’s arms. She raised an eyebrow at the rug that was now more blanket than mattress, but shook off her concerns to press a kiss to Erryc’s mouth instead.
“Morning.”
“Morning yourself,” he grinned back, without a care in the world that he looked like a lovelorn fool. And the way she stretched and settled in his arms, grinning blearily back, he hoped she didn’t either.
“Can I interest you in breakfast?”
“Always,” she smiled, sitting up to kiss him. “I seem to recall you saying something about making the best hotcakes in the whole Chasm.”
