"That sounds good to me," she whispered against his neck, sucking the pulse points that jumped in his throat. "Are you still horny?" she asked pointedly, as his finger continued to stoke against her.
"Yup. I am, a little. My cock wants to play, but my balls areveryupset with me, this was not the night to play with the ring. How about you sit on my face and we'll see where things go from there."
"What if I break your tusks?"
He threw back the sheet and blanket that covered them, pulling down the pillow to lie flat against it, giving his cock a few quick tugs. "You seem to forget, Nanaya. I'm a white collar professional. I have excellent dental insurance. If I break a tusk licking your pussy, honestly there's no better way for it to go."
She couldn't argue with that logic, she decided, swinging her leg over his face, sighing in pleasure as she settled her cunt over his open mouth. He hummed against her clit, tongue stroking into her, back and forth until he sucked, with just the right amount of pressure for pleasure to shiver down her spine.
"Mmmmmm . . . this is all I’ll ever need again."
She rocked her hips slowly, her head rolling back as he licked her, not holding back her sighs of pleasure every time he suckled on her clit. Stretching her arms, she tugged on the silver spikes through his niples, grinning as he grunted. She would have been satisfied to continue on that way indefinitely, until he gripped her hips urgently.
"I want you to ride my face, then I want you to ride my cock the same way. Then I went to sleep for about a hundred years. Game plan?"
His voice was muffled against her skin, comical when she considered what it was muffled against. A quick glance back showed her his straining cock, flush against his belly, having decided itdid, in fact, want to play. She'd not planned on winding up coupled, hadn't planned on meeting someone like him at all. She wondered if maybe that was why it happened, because she hadn't actually been looking, not for him.
"Mmmm, game plan," she agreed, gripping his headboard for leverage to give him a ride worthy of the evening’s end.
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Lurielle
"You are just the tiniestlittle thing I have ever seen! Like a little doll! Khash, do you put her up on a shelf every night?" A chorus of laughter accompanied the question, not the first time she'd heard the sentiment expressed in the last twenty-four hours.
She didn't have any better answer now than she had the first time they'd called her tiny, but she forced a smile, hoping it didn't resemble a grimace.Tiny! I wish I was recording this.She wondered, for the umpteenth time since their arrival, if she had actually been permitted to pursue activities and extracurriculars she enjoyed growing up, if she'd actually had a social circle in which she'd fit in, and a group of friends who weren't merely a collection of other misfits, she might have an easier time socializing in a group today.
"I don't know about being put on a shelf, but hedoeshave to help me put away the dishes. The house I live in was built for orcs and ogres, and I can't reach anything. I have a whole bunch of step stools all through the house."
Both of his sisters laughed at the image, and she pressed her lips into a smile, understanding his assertion that the big party would be easier. Amongst his siblings, she felt like a bug under a slide: something tiny and strange to be examined. She had never before in her life looked forward to a party as much as she looked forward to the one that would take place the following evening, when food and drink and music and a crowd would take the pressure off of her, leaving her free to escape her microscope prison.
"Why in Va'ghar's name are you living in a house built for orcs and ogres?" his brother Kesst asked with a furrowed brow. He was the one who had taken Ordo hunting, that first week after they'd met. She’d used the knowledge to create a conversational touchpoint, relieved when Kesst unwittingly followed along with her plan, laughingly complaining about the lazy mastiff, giving them all a play-by-play of his lack of hunting prowess through the weekend, much to everyone's amusement, and eating up nearly thirty minutes of the evening, to her relief.
"It was the only thing available in my price range when I moved," she exclaimed with a smile. "The property market in my town is fierce. There's a lot of competition for very few houses, and the prices tend to reflect that."
"So you don't live in the city, Lurielle?" His sister Khel leaned in. She was the second born, the second of his three sisters, and she was, Lurielle had noticed, the instigator of most of the snide comments about her brother. "You're not a city slicker like Khash?"
