“Oh, that feels incredible,” I groan, still expecting it to hurt at some point, but all I feel is a deep satisfaction.
“My seed does more than just whet your appetite, little human girl,” he purrs. “All it takes is a drop to make your body ready to welcome me.”
“It really wants to welcome you,” I moan, grinding my hips, forcing more of his length into me.
The stretch feels almost as good as the friction. He grunts with pleasure, pulling back before thrusting again with more urgency. It feels even better and I gasp. His hands roam across my skin, squeezing my breasts, moving behind my back, pulling me closer as he continues to work his length into me.
“I’ve imagined this being possible. Dreamed about it,” he croons to me in his deep, resonant voice, his dark gaze locked on mine as his hips continue pumping, every movement making me whimper. “Nothing compares to actually feeling you.”
“Is that what you were doing in your office all the time,” I murmur, a harder thrust making me yelp. “Dreaming about… this?”
“Sometimes,” he admits. “Other times I was just stewing in the reality that it could never happen.”
“But now it can. Anytime we want,” I moan, moving my hips in unison with his thrusts until our bodies are pressed together. The fullness sends shudders of pleasure through me. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he rumbles, staying still inside me for a few tender moments before he begins to move again.
He’s not the only one who has gotten lost in imagination and dreams. I’ve certainly thought about it. But my imagination couldn’t capture the heat. The scent of him. The way he stares into my eyes while he claims me. The way my body answers, clenching around him like I don’t ever want to let go.
The pressure is building, but I don’t care about that. I’ve had plenty of orgasms in this bed. I need this moment. Just us, alone in this fortress. No politics. No prophecies. No reason we can’t be together. I wish this moment could last forever.
His mouth claims mine again, and the kiss is different with him inside me. It feels deeper, slower, and almost tender. Profound in some way.
I thought I knew what it meant to belong to him, but I didn’t. Not really. Not until his body is joined with mine and his hands are touching me like he’s afraid I might disappear if he lets go. Our lips sear together while his hips move carefully, slowly, every thrust making me gasp into his mouth until our lips finally part.
“You made this possible, even while I was trying to push you away,” he groans, his forehead dropping against mine. “Made it possible for us to finally be together the way we deserve.”
I whimper, wrapping my legs around him as much as I can. He’s too big for me to trap, but I try anyway. My heels press into his back and my fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as he fills me again. My engagement ring sparkles in the dim light of the artificial torches, and it makes me smile.
“I just wanted to be able to feel you. To have this closeness,” I moan. “I didn’t expect a proposal.”
“I would have put that ring on your finger even if I could never touch you at all,” he murmurs. “But I’m so grateful I can.”
Every time he pushes deep, my pussy stretches around him, welcoming his thrusts. Welcoming more. He was right. His seed made my body ready for him, but nothing could have prepared me for the way this feels. Not fully. Not enough. It’s not just pleasure. It’s relief. Like some desperate part of me has been reaching for him for months, and now it finally has what it wanted.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, feeling his restraint as he continues to move between my thighs.
His jaw tightens. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I gasp, meeting his thrust. “I want it. Need it. All of you.”
His eyes flare and his hips jerk harder than before. The thrust makes me cry out, pleasure sparking bright enough to blur the room around me. My walls desperately try to clench around his thick length, but it keeps moving.
“Careful, Clover,” he warns, though his voice is rougher now. Less controlled. “If you keep squeezing my cock like that, I’m going to lose control.”
“Maybe I want you to lose a little control,” I breathe. “I feel like I’ve been out of control since the day we met.”
He growls, low and dangerous, but the hand that cups my face is tender. His thumb brushes my cheek, and for a moment, he just looks at me. The king. The monster humans feared. The lonely orc who built a fortress around his grief and somehow let me inside.
“I love you,” he whispers.
The words break something open in me.
“I love you too,” I breathe.
He kisses me again, and this time, his restraint cracks. His hips move with more force, driving deeper, making the bed creak beneath us. I gasp against his lips, my body arching into every thrust. The ridges on his cock drag against places inside me that have only been tasted and the pressure that was building becomes something sharper. Hotter. Almost too much.
“Oh god,” I whimper, clutching at him. “King Lix’tuk…”
