Warm happiness spread through me like melted butter. Grat threw his arms around me, locking me to him in an embrace.
“Far be it from me to tell you what you can or can’t do, the incredible woman that you are.” He kissed the crown of my head.
I twirled a finger around his dark-green nipple. “I tried to keep track of how deep I made it, but I can’t remember now. I think I only managed to take at least half of your giant cock in, which is pretty good, isn’t it?”
“It’s amazing,” he murmured contently.
“But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to take your entire length all the way to the ring,” I sighed with regret.
“Then I’ll move the ring up, my wild thing. My cock is there for you, not the other way around.” His chest vibrated with a deep chuckle. “Besides, I think you’ll enjoy riding the stone. It’ll hit your needy little clit ever so nicely if I position it right.”
“I haven’t seen the water dog all day today,” I lamented as Grat and I sat by the fire after dinner, watching the sunset over the creek.
There were plenty of chairs for each of us to have our own, but he kept me on his lap, and I felt perfectly fine sharing his chair with him.
“She never comes close when I’m around,” he pointed out.
I wrapped our blanket tighter around my shoulders. “Don’t tell me I’ll have to choose between you and her.”
“I’m afraid to ask who you’d go with if you had to choose,” he chuckled.
“That’d be a tough choice,” I teased. “You’re wise not to ask.”
A rustling noise came from the tall grass by the creek. Grat stiffened, quietly reaching for the sword he had leaning against our chair. I spotted a pair of yellow eyes glowing from the shadows, and placed my hand over his, stopping him.
“Wait.” I climbed from his lap, leaving the blanket on the chair and grabbing a meaty rib bone left from our dinner.
“Khala, be careful.” Grat got up, following me to the water edge.
I recognized the slim but powerful shape of the water dog and raised a hand, signaling Grat to stay back. She didn’t seem to trust him, but I sensed it might have something to do with herprevious owner who might’ve been a male, or an orc, or both, and probably didn’t treat her well.
“Hi, Honey,” I greeted, inching closer to the dog that remained partially hidden by the tall grass.
She shrank back a little, and I froze, afraid that she’d bolt.
“Here.” I crouched down and offered her the bone. “I saved this for you.”
Cautiously, she moved closer, and I noticed she was holding something in her mouth.
“Did you bring me something too?” I asked.
The object in the dog’s mouth squeaked, and my heart squeezed with emotion. My throat tightened.
“Is this your puppy?” I dropped the bone in shock.
The dog carefully put the puppy down. A fluffy ball of fur, it tried to get up on its shaking legs and failed, tumbling down.
“He’s so precious,” I cooed. “But where are his siblings? Bring them all here. I’ll watch this one while you go get the rest.”
But the dog didn’t leave. Instead, she took another step forward, then gently put her head on my knee.
“I don’t think there are any more,” Grat said in a whisper so as not to scare the dog away.
“Is it normal for a water dog to have just one puppy?” I asked with a dreadful feeling hollowing my stomach.
“No. They have litters. There’s always more than one. She must’ve lost all the others. Only one is left.”
My heart broke with grief for her. Tears prickled behind my eyelids. I gently placed a hand on her head, stroking her wet, short fur.
