Page 74 of The Orc Warrioress and the Elf Lord

She shifted on him, settling her pelvis against his thigh, and now she started to rock into him there, just gently, rocking against him as he continued to toy with her tight, hard nipples, as he rolled one in his mouth and rolled another between his thumb and forefingers.

Her groans were guttural. She had her head thrown back, her breasts thrust in his face, her pelvis rocking into him, and she was unleashed, and he thought again that he wanted to worship her, that she looked like some kind of wild, wanton goddess. He kissed the hollow of her throat and then went back to her breasts.

She let out a strangled sort of noise, and then her eyes popped open and she looked stunned. She pressed her pelvis right into his leg, and he could feel that she was…

His eyes opened wide and he met her gaze. “Warrioress, are you…?”

The laugh she made was really a giggle. She was embarrassed. Her forehead came down to rest on his shoulder. She was out of breath. “Well, I didn’t know I could do it like that.”

“Do what?” he said. “Come?”

Her laughter was wild and untethered. “It was… my nipples, the way you kept… I got so worked up.”

“Good,” he said, pleased, because even though she had essentially done that to herself, he liked to think he’d had something to do with it. But maybe… maybe it was that way, the way she’d said before, that men needed women and women did not need men. He stroked her braid. “Very good. That’s exactly right, warrioress.”

She kissed him.

He shut his eyes and kissed back.

She let out another laugh and tossed herself onto her back on the bed. She gazed at the ceiling. “Well, we’ve done nothing for you, have we?”

“I’m enjoying myself,” he said, smiling down at her, liking the way her breasts looked when she was lying on her back. “Very much enjoying myself.”

“I want to see it,” she said.

“You mean my cock.”

She nodded, smiling widely. “You want to show it to me, and don’t deny it.”

“Oh, well, I suppose I do,” he said, smirking.

“You probably stroke it and imagine showing it to me. You probably imagine it all sorts of ways. Ways where I’m begging to see it and ways where I’m begging not to look at it, and in your little imaginings, you show it to me whether I want to see it or not.”

“Oh, come now, warrioress, you do want to see it.” He was unbuttoning his trousers. “You have wanted to see it for a long time.”

“I have,” she said, smiling at him, her gaze honing in on his crotch. “Probably since Renegahan.”

“That long?” This surprised him. “I thought you hated me back then.”

“One can hate a man and still want to see his cock, you know?”

He laughed, really laughed, deep and long laugh and the laughter stirred the root of him, and when he showed himself to her he felt that sort of intensity of having been very aroused for a very long time, that sweet ache of it. He grunted.

She beckoned. “Bring it up here.”

He laughed again, shedding his trousers entirely and then climbing up the bed and presenting his very erect cock to her where she lay there.

She took it in one of her hands, gentle but firm. Her grip was assessing.

“Well?” he said. “Do you find it acceptable?”

“It really is this big,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t know what I thought. I thought that elves would have very thin little graceful cocks or something.”

“Right,” he said faintly. “You’ve only been with orcs.” If he hadn’t been so hard for so long, he might have deflated. How could he not have thought this through? How could he have been so blindly self-confident as to not realize she would likely find him lacking in that way?

“No, no, Iahir, you are very well endowed.”

He’d heard this, actually, but he thought the women he was paying were probably lying to him.