I'm curled into a ball on my side, Steve’s strong thighs underneath me, his arms around my back, head on top of mine forming this cozy cave of warmth and protection. Logically, I know I should be panicking about this newfound reality I've found myself in, but honestly, I don’t care. I hate the path my father was pushing me on, and I prayed more than once to disappear and start over. In a way, I’ve been granted that wish.
I burrow closer to Steve's chest, one hand stroking my back while the other holds my waist. His thumb lazily rubbing underneath my breast. I like being touched by him. It calms and excites me all at once. A kismet type energy that makes the world feel right when we’re together. I always wondered what it would feel like to be connected to someone on this level. It's an emotional pull I’ve never had, not even with the people I considered friends. If you could call the doorman at my building a friend. Being touched like this makes me feel like the main character in my own story, and I can’t wait to get to the next chapter.
Steve says the guards think we’re bonded, and I'm fairly sure that means we’re married. Married people sleep together like we have, they are affectionate like we were yesterday in the city…they touch. Reaching out, I place my palm on his chest, caressing the space where his heart sits. I feel the nudge of something hitting my thighs, silently giggling at the speed of his body's response. I’m wearing the dress I wore yesterday. Makeshift pyjamas, because he refused to let me put the Gatekeeper's dress back on to sleep.
When we arrived back at our room yesterday afternoon, Steve arranged for supper and refreshments to be delivered. I stood nearby while he made additional arrangements for clothing and to see if there was any news on his brother. The common thread was that people were scared that he had been taken prisoner. Alot of support was quietly given, but none as to how we can see him. It seems he has the respect of the Imperian people, but they are more afraid of the Emperor's wrath.
Steve's thumb moves over my nipple, and I let out a tiny whimper, rocking my hips, seeking out a little bit of relief. I’ve notwantedlike this before. I’ve masturbated, yes, but I’ve never felt thisneedbefore. The flutter in my pussy spreads deeper until I realise I'm clenching on nothing, wishing, for the first time, what it would feel like to have sex with someone.
I spread my legs a little, propping my knee on the side of Steve's waist. Wiggling my hips, I don’t look at him just yet, but I do want to explore my own desires while I feel this incessant ache. The head of his cock pushes forward, slipping between my legs and against my pussy, and I tilt my hips until sweet relief hits me as my clit gets the friction it's been looking for. I maintain a steady rhythm as I get closer and closer to climax. Steve hasn't moved other than his thumb flicking my nipple. Each time a lightning bolt shoots toward my clit, only aiding in the sensation I'm feeling, and it's never felt like this before. I'm ignoring every logical part of my brain that is muttering about getting myself off in general, let alone with the help of an orc. I can feel the build starting to grow, deep in my core, and I need to move faster to get to the summit.
Suddenly, Steve's hand moves from my waist tomy hip, helping me rub against him. He rolls on his back, holding me steady. The movement opens my pussy lips even more so with each roll of my hips, I experience even more contact with his hard cock. He growls as he watches my body move against him, his strong hands taking half the work from me until I'm putty in his lap. His hand quickly flicks the shoulder straps of my dress down, the fabric falling to my waist, exposing my breasts and trapping my arms as I lean down, digging my nails into his chest.
“Mmm, teats,” he growls as he moves me against his hard cock. I'm so overwhelmed by sensation, I can't believe this is even happening. My whole body feels like it's waking up for the first time with each jolt of pleasure that courses through me.
“Steve,” I gulp, looking to the ceiling as I feverishly rub against him. “More, more, more,” I beg.
The sharp pinch of my nipple causes me to hiss out in pain, but it only adds another layer to the pleasure. I scramble at the fabric of my dress, bunching it at my waist, pressing my fingers to my clit. The firm circle motions of my fingers tip me over, and my jaw falls slack as a low guttural moan fills the room, Steve roaring as his cum seeps through his pants, wetting his naked belly and my inner thighs. A violet coloured mess that I’m actively trying not to dip my finger into so I can have a taste.
“Fuckin’hell.” I pant, slightly delirious. What the heck just happened?
I barely hear the sharp rap on the door before a jangling key sounds and the suite door flies open.
“Delivery.” The shrill voice of a middle aged imp carrying wrapped bundles in her arms calls out as she enters our room.
We immediately lock eyes, her silent mumbles of panic before she drops to the floor, begging for her life. I fall into Steve's chest, my cheeks heating from the embarrassment of being caught in the aftermath of our intimacy. It was like this forbidden lust took me over, and I needed to chase whatever release was brewing.
Steve holds onto me as he rolls us both over, his weight resting between my thighs as he tries to calm the poor imp woman.
“Settle, please stop crying,” he calls out over his shoulder.
“Please, Sir, I didn't realise, it’s morning meal time, Sir, and I thought you would want your packages.” Her apron fans out as her tears fall to the floor.
“Please stop crying.”
Shimmying from where I'm pinned, I reach over to Steve's coin purse resting on the bedside table, grabbing as many coins as I can and tossing them to her.
“Please stop. It's okay. I'm sure you’ve seen this sort of thing before. I promise you, I'm more embarrassed than you are right now,” I ramble. “It would really help us out if you could leave now. Do you need more coins? Here, have some more.” Do they tip inHell? Should I have my own coin bag? “I'm really sorry we were… in the throes of passion.” Oh my God, am I eighty all of a sudden? “I mean, we weren't fucking,” I say, falling back on the bed as Steve hovers above me. “We will, though, I'm almost sure of it. I want to. I mean, bumping uglies can't be that bad if this was just a taste test. Not that we tasted. But we could do that too. I mean, I'm not sure how good I'll be at it, but I think with enough dedication?—”
“Princess?”
“Oh, um, yeah.” My blush creeps over my entire face now. No doubt the perfect shade of red to match my hair.
“She's gone. Picked up every coin while you talked and closed the door behind her. I fear the whole city will know by supper,” he grins down at me.
“Oh my God,” I groan, flinging my arm over my eyes. “Have I done something wrong? It was like I was overcome with this urge to, you know, and then suddenly I'm dry humping you into oblivion.”
“I like this thing, yes. We must dry humping every day. More if you require it.”
“I'm going to die from embarrassment.”
“This is not possible, I’m afraid. If you left this Realm, I would have to follow you into every lifetime after this,” he mumbles, leaning down, dragging his nose down my neck.
“What does that mean, Steve? Is this because we’re fake bonded?”
“There is nothing fake about us,” he growls. He props himself up on his forearms, fingers playing with my hair as his eyes fly through a range of emotions, turning everything upside down when he says, “I’m sorry, Rosie, I haven't been entirely truthful.”
Chapter 10
