“What indeed,” he said, glancing away from her.
Already, sitting on her knees was beginning to bother her. Bianca chewed her lower lip, shifting her weight.
“We could talk a little. Not too loud,” she offered.
“About?” he returned. He seemed to put all their differences and lack of similarities into that one little word.
“Fine,” she huffed. “We don’t have to talk about anything.”
“So… we make faces at each other?”
He stuck his tongue out at her, and Bianca blinked a moment, realizing she had never seen anyone stick their tongue out so far. It occurred to her with a flush rushing up her cheeks that orcs might need to get past their tusks for one thing or another.
Suddenly the tent was over warm, and her heart was beating too fast again. “There was a notion to sleep, wasn’t there?”
Then again, as he nodded and moved to lay down, the bedroll seemed to fit Tanis and not much else. Bianca tried to find a better way to fit in the little space left to her, tucking her legs under her and curling her body against his middle. She laid her head against his outstretched arm. As good a pillow as anything, maybe.
“It is odd to be...level with you,” he offered after a few moments.
She snorted a laugh. She thought about saying something about how it was nice not to have to crane her neck all the time.
This close, she liked the way his nose canted to the side, the jagged line of where it had probably been broken once or twice. She reached out to touch his cheek, tracing over the blue paint that was already wearing off.
Bianca didn’t know what compelled her to do it, but she brushed some of his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. She pecked a kiss over his mouth and giggled at his stunned expression.
“You know, there are some things I’m curious about too.”
She watched the curiosity bloom in his expression, the interest in his eyes as she pushed herself off the ground again.
“Devious little thing,” he murmured, a glint in his eye. She gave him her sweetest smile in response.
After all the time they’d spent together today, she was beginning to sort out the feelings he stirred up in her. Maybe it was a bit weird for a halfling to appreciate a bit of height. She wondered if it had ever happened before, that there might be a few sparks, a brief flame even, between an orc and a halfling, or some equally strange pairing. By his expression, it seemed that there had been a growing interest in him as well.
He propped himself up on his elbows to lean up and let her kiss him again.
The top of her head barely grazed the brow pole of the tent as she leaned her entire body against his, putting an arm around his neck. She sank down to her knees again, this time straddling his middle.
It started gentle and curious, soft grazes that were careful to avoid his tusks. It wasn’t overly difficult, she learned, as they curved upwards rather than out, and she could press her face to the blunt sides comfortably. Each touch of lips grew deeper, their breathing becoming shallow, more touches exchanged, exploring. His hands were on her back, stroking through her hair, grasping her ass.
That same heat she felt low in her belly was rousing her clit awake. She shifted her hips against his as they kissed, searching for some relief to the needy ache in her cunt until she felt his cock harden through his trousers beneath her.
She ground her hips against his, and before she knew it his hands were working down her winter leggings, rucking up her tunic, his large rough hands finding the softness of her inner thighs, the wetness growing between them.
She broke from their kiss for a breath, wondering how far curiosity might take her. Was it so out of bounds that she might want to bed an orc just the once, to see how it was?
“Let me taste you,” he growled, dragging a finger through her folds.
She shivered. This was quickly becoming a lot more intimate than she'd thought it would, but she had no wish to say no to that.
She shifted up on her knees, pausing to pull off her leggings and shuffle forward until her knees were on either side of his head, her thighs in his hands.
His tongue was scorching hot against her cunt, his tusks bruising her pelvic bone as he delved his tongue deep inside her without ceremony.
“Oh,oh, you really meant that,” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands to contain the moan of pleasure that followed. Not that she hadn’t done this before, but there were some key differences in the sheer magnitude of the tongues she’d been licked by.
Tanis seemed truly ravenous to taste her, that every time he dragged his tongue through her folds he savored it even more, and was desperate to have it again. She found his hand on her hip, pulling up her tunic to reveal her breasts. The roughness of his callused fingertips toying with her nipples while he laved over her clit was almost too much to bear.
Normally Bianca might worry about rutting her hips too harshly against someone’s face, but with the intensity that he gripped her hips it didn’t seem to be a problem. She ground her hips against his mouth, whimpering with each movement desperate to push their tandem efforts into a more cohesive pattern, something that could finally push her over the ultimate edge.
