“Oh gods…” I gasped as my hips jerked.
“There you are,” he murmured with glee. “Come for me, my sweet girl.”
His thumb pressed harder against my clit, rubbing it in earnest. Pleasure flickered, then grew stronger.
“Yes…” I breathed out, reaching out to the promise of ecstasy with both my mind and my body.
My hand flexed around his cock. He groaned, either in pain or pleasure or both. My chatty orc no longer spoke—he moaned. I jerked on his cock, delirious from the pleasure rolling over my body in hot swells.
Grat tensed, his fingers never stopping working me inside and out. I cried out, trembling as my pleasure crested. My inner muscles spasmed around his finger. My body shook. I leaned my forehead to his, hugging his neck with my arm.
My other hand was still gripping his cock. I jerked at it belatedly, my mind blinded by my orgasm. He roared, bucking his hips. His hard length pulsed in my fingers, then hot, thick spurts of his release hit my skin.
“See? I did it,” I moaned triumphantly while Grat still rubbed me gently between my thighs, milking every last drop of my pleasure.
“No, my sweet,” he chuckled. “I did it. I made you come first.”
“That’s up for debate.” I wouldn’t give up.
He gave me an amused look. “Do you really want to debate this?”
“Well, we could at least call it a tie.” I giggled.
He stretched his back with a quick glance at his lap where I sat in the green puddle of his seed.
“How about we get rid of that toad, then have a bath? Maybe I’ll make you come again, to break the tie you speak of.”
He grinned, and it was the most handsome smile I’d ever seen. Even his menacing, gleaming tusks that jolted up from his lower jaw didn’t spoil it. In fact, they seemed to make it only better.
During our bath, Grat made me come on his fingers again. But he refused to let me return the favor.
“No need to make a mess in here,” he said, shifting his hips away from my reaching hand. “I can wait.”
It’d be a big mess, judging by the copious amount of seed he’d spilled before.
“Do you still have that much of it in you?” I asked skeptically. “You’ve already dumped a bucketful of it today.”
“Sweetheart,” he laughed. “I could fill this whole tub by morning if I wanted.”
“Now you’re just bragging.”
“It’s not bragging if it’s true. When it comes to fucking, no one can keep up with a bog orc.”
Incredibly, desire pulsed low in my belly all over again. I’d never come more than twice in one night, and only by my own hand before. Now, I felt tempted to test his claims and keep him awake through the entire night.
What had Grat done to me? He’d turned me into a wanton woman.
How scandalous would that be back at the royal court? My relationship with a “savage bog orc” would’ve caused a real uproar back at the king’s palace, spreading rumors, disgust, and outrage for centuries to come.
Out here, far away from all the court drama, however, I just didn’t care. I smiled, stretching in the warm water with his big, burly arms holding me safe.
“I’ve never stayed up all night with a man before,” I mused out loud.
He went uncharacteristically quiet, and I wondered what he might be thinking about.
Direct like always, he asked me straight on, “What have you done with a man before, Khala?”
“Do you want to know how experienced I am?” I clarified.
