He responded with a restrained grunt, his body going rigid.
She became bolder and leaned in to trace his neck with her nose, breathing in the scent of him. His pulse beat strong underneath his skin, and she felt his breath catch.
Unexpectedly, Morgath pushed her off him and rose to his feet, the movement so sudden she nearly fell. The orcs quieted down and stared at him, their conversations dying mid-sentence.
He only grunted in annoyance and left, his footsteps hurried as he walked out of the building.
Audrey took his seat and gingerly proceeded to finish her meal, trying to ignore his outburst and the confusion it had caused around the table. After a while, the orcs turned back to their food, and their conversations resumed. From acrossthe room, Maika the Nurturing smiled at her and nodded, her expression warm and encouraging.
Later that night, when Audrey was in bed struggling to fall asleep, it felt like she was waiting for something to happen. She lay in the darkness with her eyes open, listening to the sounds of the house.
She didn’t have to wait long before she heard him grunt and moan, the sounds carrying through the thin walls.
She told herself she’d stay put this time. She even pressed a pillow over her head, trying to block out the noise. But she couldn’t help herself, and before she knew what she was doing, she had gotten out of bed and crossed to his door, found herself kneeling with her eye pressed to the keyhole.
As she watched Morgath jerk off, Audrey licked her lips. His massive cock was in his hand, thick and hard, glistening with precum in the candlelight. He stroked himself with slow, deliberate movements, his fist sliding up and down the length.
She could see every detail, the way his fingers wrapped around his girth, the thick veins that ran along the sides, the broad head that was flushed dark and leaking. She imagined what it would feel like inside her, how that huge cock would stretch her open and fill her completely. It would be almost too much, she thought, but it would also be perfect. She wondered what his cum tasted like, whether it would be salty or sweet on her tongue, whether she’d be able to swallow it all when he spilled down her throat.
Audrey slipped a hand into her pajama bottoms and her panties, feeling how wet she was. Her fingers found her clit, and she began to stroke herself in rhythm with his movements, matching the pace of his fist on his cock. She watched as his strokes grew faster and harder, his hips beginning to thrust up into his hand. His breathing grew ragged, and she could hear thelow grunts he made, each one sending a pulse of heat through her body.
She circled her clit faster, her own breathing becoming shallow as the pleasure built. She imagined him flipping her over and mounting her from behind, that beautiful cock driving into her again and again while he held her hips in his big, rough hands. She imagined the weight of him on top of her, the feel of his muscles moving as he took her, him growling in her ear as he claimed her.
She came with a soft moan just as Morgath spilled all over himself. The orgasm rolled through her in waves, her fingers still sliding over her clit as she watched him finish. His cock was still hard even as the last of his cum dripped from the tip, and she felt another pulse of desire at the sight. A second moan escaped her, long and guttural, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, eyes going wide.
Too late. He’d heard her.
Audrey sprinted to her bedroom. She jumped into bed and pretended she was asleep, pulling the covers up to her chin.
She heard Morgath enter and approach the bed. She could feel him standing awkwardly over her. He leaned in, his breath heavy and hot against her face.
“Don’t do that again, morsel. If you think I’m thinking about you, you’re wrong. None of it is for you. It’s just release I need, nothing more. From now on, I’ll lock you in your room at night.”
At that, she opened her eyes and jumped up, glaring at him.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Oh course, he’d put his helmet back on. He laughed at her.
“Watch me.”
He left the room and slammed the door shut. Audrey heard the key turn in the lock.
She screamed in frustration and buried herself under the duvet to scream some more. She knew it was no use, that if he’ddecided to lock her up at night, he’d do so every night from now on.
She refused to give him the satisfaction of getting out of bed, trying the door, banging on it, and begging him to let her out. He probably expected it. Besides, she could go out the window if she really wanted to defy him.
It was a power play he was pulling, and she wouldn’t let herself be rattled by it.
Falling asleep was impossible now. She lay staring at the ceiling and wondering what the hell they were doing. In fact, what the hell was she doing letting herself be so affected by him?
She was supposed to be focused on her mission, on getting her revenge. Instead, she was playing these stupid games with an orc who didn’t even want her, who locked her in her room like she was some kind of prisoner.
Audrey pulled the covers over her head and groaned into the pillow, knowing that tomorrow would bring more of the same.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Audrey pulled a deep blue velvet dress from the bowels of her dresser and held it up to the light.
