Morgath covered her hand with his. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his cock pushed deep inside her.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
She rode him harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“My fierce warrior queen,” he said. “Ride me, just like that.”
She couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore. All she could do was feel. Her core was on fire, and her thighs shook with the effort of bouncing on top of him. Sex with Morgath was definitely a workout, and she was still weak, which frustrated herto not end. She chased the orgasm, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her eyes squeezed shut.
He slammed up into her, and the bed started to creak under their weight. She could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel the way his hands tightened on her hips as he got closer to the edge himself.
They came at the same time. She gushed all over him, and he shot stream after stream of cum right at the entrance of her womb. She collapsed forward and he caught her. For a few moments, they stayed like that, breathing heavily, the sweat that had gathered on her brow dripping onto his neck.
Audrey was too exhausted to move, so Morgath took charge and lifted her off him. He tucked her in, then lay beside her and wrapped her in his arms.
As she drifted to sleep, she realized she hadn’t taken her contraceptive pills in three days. She knew it didn’t necessarily mean anything right now, but she wondered… Was it worth starting again?
If this was going to be her new life, she might as well commit to it and do it right.
Chapter Thirty
One Year Later
Audrey sat collapsed in the oversized armchair by the fireplace, her feet propped up on a cushioned footstool. Her belly was enormous. The baby sat high, pressing against her ribs and making it difficult to breathe deeply. Her ankles were swollen despite the elevation, but her skin had that beautiful glow that came with pregnancy. She took small sips of her tea, praying it wouldn’t immediately send her to pee.
The house was absolute chaos.
Natalie and Shauna had arrived three days ago with one mission in mind, and they’d thrown themselves into it with the kind of enthusiasm that made Audrey both grateful and exhausted. They were teaching the female orcs everything there was to know about baby showers.
“No, no, you have to twist it like this,” Shauna said, demonstrating how to curl a streamer. She stood on a chair, hanging long ribbons of green and cream from the ceiling beams. “See? It makes it look fancier.”
Varka the Keen watched intently, her dark eyes focused on Shauna’s hands. She nodded and took the next streamer, copying the motion. The twisted ribbon spiraled down from the beam.
Angela, Raknar’s bride, stood beside Varka with her own handful of streamers. Her long blonde hair was pulled in a braid that fell down her back, and her big blue eyes were bright with concentration as she tried to master the twisting technique. She was young and lovely, with a gentle demeanor that had won over the horde quickly. She had only been with them for eight months, one of the first to arrive after Morgath had lifted the ban on human mates.
“Like this?” Angela asked, holding up her attempt. The streamer had a few uneven sections, but the general effect was right.
“Perfect,” Shauna said, grinning. “You’re a natural.”
Maika the Nurturing was at the table with Mina, Hokran’s bride, arranging plates and cups. Mina was a curvy brunette in her thirties, older than both Angela and Audrey, with an easy confidence that came from experience. She had arrived just a month after Angela, and she had fit in seamlessly with her practical nature and quick wit. Her dark hair was twisted up in a knot at the back of her head, and she wore a simple tunic that showed off her generous curves.
“These are adorable,” Mina said, holding up one of the cups decorated with tiny green footprints. “Where did you find these, Natalie?”
“Ordered them special from an online shop,” Natalie said.
The plates had cheerful messages printed around the edges. Maika studied them with curiosity, running her finger over the words. Mina worked beside her, folding napkins into decorative shapes and placing them next to each plate.
“This is how humans celebrate?” Maika asked, glancing at Natalie. “With decorations, games, and gathering the females together?”
“Exactly,” Natalie said. “It’s all about supporting the mother before the baby comes. The men aren’t invited because it’s supposed to be a time for women to talk about womanly things.”
Dorsha the Enduring laughed from where she stood near the window, inflating green balloons with a hand pump. She tied off each balloon before adding it to the growing, bouncing pile on the floor.
“Orcs don’t have customs like this,” she said, shaking her head. “But I like it. It feels right to celebrate the baby before it arrives.”
“We should adopt this tradition,” Varka agreed. She finished hanging her streamer and stepped back to admire it. “It brings the females together. It gives us a chance to support each other.”
Angela moved to help Dorsha with the balloons, beginning to tie ribbons to the finished ones.
