“We don’t need to...we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Lurielle...” His voice was once more a slow spill of amber honey, tripping over itself before clinging to and coating every letter of her name, making it sound like something beautiful and desirable; nothing that she was, but it was the way he made her feel. She smiled widely as he grunted, her nails tracing back up his body to scratch lightly at his throat.
“Oh, I don’tneedto do anything,” she agreed after a moment, slowly sliding her fingers back down his stomach, feeling his muscles bunch and dance beneath her palm. His thick cock jerked against her hand as she gripped it, giving it a slow pump. “But Iwantto. Doesn’t that make a difference? Are we both consenting adults, Khash?”
His lazy smile quickened her breath, and she tightened her grip in response. “Far be it from me to keep a lady from her heart’s truest desires. And yes, we most certainly are.”
She loved the noises he made as she stroked him, loved the way his moans vibrated against her lips, loved the staccato of his thundering heartbeat as she kissed her way down his body.
There was already a pearl of pre-come welling at his tip when her tongue smoothed over it, licking it away before swirling over the shiny, dark green head. She could hear his breaths getting heavier as she sucked him beneath the stars, heard his little moans and grunts interspersed with muttered curses as his balls contracted, his hand tightening in her hair as her jaw ached.
Her eyes streamed as his hand tightened in her hair, a dull fire blooming in her jaw. Lurielle didn’t understand how he could be so thick, how it was even possible to fit that much girth into his well-tailored pants, how it was even fair for him to be charming and handsome, successful and funny, and still have such a perfect cock. Most men would be happy with one or two, she thought as she pulled back for a breath, sucking the underside of his swollen head as she did so.
Khash’s moan of pleasure was as thick and syrupy as his speaking voice, and she sucked the spot again, hoping to elicit the same sound from his throat.
“Darlin’, you keep that up and I’ll be taking you home to meet mama tonight,” he groaned, fisting her unruly hair.
She choked when he made the comment about bringing her home, taking more than she could comfortably swallow and she pulled back with a gag.
The pressure against her scalp loosened then, and he urged her to sit up, panting. “You’re trying to kill me, Bluebell,” he laughed weakly between his heavy breaths.
She could practically see the shape of him pulsing in the darkness, knew it wouldn’t take much more to make him come. “Then let me finish what I started, you big dummy.” Then at least they’d be even.
“No...that’s not the way I want to finish, darlin’...”
His kiss was a bit rougher when she crashed her lips to his, feeling a shiver move down to her toes as his hands moved over her—tracing the shape of her breasts, cupping her hips, squeezing her thighs. Straddling his body was like climbing onto a horse, wide and firm, and Lurielle was certain he must have been able to hear the crash of her heartbeat as she swung her leg awkwardly across his hips. She was barely able to keep both knees on the ground at the same time, bracing herself against his chest.
The downside to pantsless time, she realized, was that the orc-sized condoms in her clutch were back at his cabin, with her dress. But, she rationalized, as she guided his thick length to her entrance, she was on birth control and she’d never been irresponsible before. If all this weekend was meant to be was a meaningless fling, then by goddess, she was getting the fling out of it.
Her gasp was swallowed by a pop in the air, followed by the first shimmer of sparks in the sky overhead, his girth far greater than anything she’d experienced before. Khash captured the stiffened peak of her breast between his lips, groaning against her skin as she cried out, pressing down on him slowly. It didn’t matter then, as she arched her back, impaled upon him, that she was self-conscious and awkward. The jiggliness of her ass didn’t seem important as he gripped it tightly, squeezing as her hips rolled; the heaviness of her breasts inconsequential as he groaned against them.
The only thing that mattered was his hips, rising to meet hers urgently; his hands, gripping her firmly, and the only thing she could hear, above the cacophonous din above their heads—Khash’s voice, murmuring her name, over and over again, making it sound exotic and luxurious; leaning on theLs and tugging on the vowels, not at all sounding like a man having a meaningless fling, she convinced herself. It would hurt tomorrow when she said goodbye. But tomorrow was tomorrow, and she was done being afraid of tomorrows.
His fingers had begun to circle into her, helping her to catch up with his ardor, and it didn’t take long for her to feel that rising crest of release, a great wave of pleasure that threatened to swallow her up in its intensity. Khash’s deep moan was swallowed by a sonic boom and another release of shimmering gold sparks as he jerked against her, and the feeling of his liquid heat spreading through her was enough to tip her over the edge, tightening around him. Lurielle let her head drop back as her clenching contractions released another stream of worshipful curses from his lips, the fireworks around them mirroring the fireworks in her mind. Above her head, the sky was a brilliant explosion of color, and she had never felt more beautiful.
♥♥♥
Her head was heavy when he pulled out of her carefully, the big room spinning. She felt the brief touch of his lips to hers, and then she was cold, exposed to the open room. Silva watched him through her heavy, hooded eyes as he gingerly removed the sodden condom before disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.
“Lock up on your way out,” she heard him tell Elshona, who was half-dressed and half-asleep, laying on the sofa opposite where Silva carefully sat up.
Tate did not return.
“Do you need a lift, lamby?”
It took her a moment to realize that she was the lamb in question, and that the big orc woman now stood before her, fully dressed. Elshona paused in lacing up her boots, cocking an expectant eyebrow in wait. Did she? Silva couldn’t imagine walking home in her condition, she felt well-used and weak, but she wasn’t sure if she was being left a choice, and the thought made her stomach lurch.
She knew that if she left with the beautiful orc woman, she would start to cry, and if she started to cry, she wouldn’t be able to stop, and didn’t relish the idea of ending the night that way. She’d likely cry anyways, but at least she could take her time, staggering through the darkness alone.
“Well, I’m off then. Be careful, lamby, don’t go wandering too close to the cabins.” She felt the heat of the taller woman when she bent down to press her full lips to Silva’s forehead, and then she was gone too, leaving her alone in the big room.
Her dress was in the bedroom, she remembered, walking unsteadily through the darkened hallway. The street beyond was deserted, the twinkle lights off, and all the bars and restaurants closed. She didn’t especially like the dark, never had, not since childhood; too afraid of the unknown things lurking in the shadows. It would be a scary walk back to the resort without his big hand holding hers securely, she realized swallowing thickly, already feeling her face begin to heat.
She wondered if Ris had found her bonfire, if Lurielle had a nice time wherever she was going, looking so pretty. Silva admired Lurielle, though she’d never been brave enough to tell her so. She had walked away from the expectations of her family, had ended a relationship with her perfect, marriage-material Elvish boyfriend, and had moved away to start her own life. Freedom Silva could only dream of. She continued through the dark apartment, deciding she at least wanted to say goodnight, to say goodbye. She wouldn’t ever see him again after she walked out those doors, and for some reason the thought made her chest tighten, making it hard to draw breath.
He was in another bedroom, larger, with the biggest bed she’d ever seen, all pristine white sheets and down duvet. Tate was bending over the closet, and she took a moment to admire the long line of his pale green back before he straightened up, two huge, fluffy pillows in hand.
“There’s a toothbrush for you, dove, on the sink...do you need anything? Are you hungry?”
She stumbled a bit when he turned towards her, her shaking knees unable or unwilling to hold her up for another moment, not when she felt so confused and uncertain. Tate’s arms were around her in the next heartbeat, and then she was across his lap, sitting at the edge of the big bed.
