Page 85 of The Orc Warrioress and the Elf Lord

“I see.” He had an erection now. All that talk of flopping and jostling, really. He turned away and took off his own tunic.

She was draping her clothes over the arms of chairs in front of the fire. She was wearing only a pair of drawers and the binding cloth, and so much of her skin was on display. He admired the smooth gray-green curves, the hint of her muscles moving beneath the skin.

“It’d be easier not to have them, I suppose,” she said.

“What?” he said. “You don’t mean your breasts?”

“If they didn’t give me so much pleasure, they’d be utterly worthless,” she said with a chuckle.

He worked at his trousers.

She laughed knowingly. “Something seems to have awakened at the talk of my breasts.”

He felt himself flush. He could not look at her. “Ever so sorry about that, really.”

“No, no, it’s nice,” she said. “I do like affecting you that way.”

“I wish I affected you.”

“You do,” she said. “You quite do.”

He looked at her then. “You’re very contradictory, warrioress.”

“I don’t mean to be,” she said. “Come here, then. My binding strip is wet from the rain. Help me out of it?”

He actually groaned. He stepped out of his trousers and did not bother to hang them, simply left them as a sopping wet pile on the floor, and he went to her. He pulled her against him and kissed her mouth and she sighed into him, her eyes closed, her body warm and pliant and perfect.

He pulled her back so that he sat on the bed and she straddled him, and he began to unwind the strip that bound her breasts, and she gasped and he gasped, and she shifted herself, the way she’d done before, and began to rock herself against him.

He could feel the heat of her wet little cunt through her drawers, and it made him feel ready to burst. He freed her breasts and tossed the binding strip. He took them both in his hands, gathering them up on her chest. “Hello again, look at you both. Aren’t you the prettiest bosoms in all of the land and all of the sea?”

She laughed, but she was pleased. “Are you talking to my chest as if I’m not here?”

“Mmm, I think they like me more than you like me, warrioress.”

She ran her fingers through his hair. “Well, they are fond of you, it’s true, but mostly because you are so very attentive to them.”

He licked one of her nipples, licked a circle around her dark green aureole and traced the tightening of her nipple with his tongue while she made little noises in the back of her throat. “How could one not be attentive to them? They’re sheer perfection.” He licked the other one.

She sighed.

He thumbed both of her now-hard nipples and buried his face between them, and she laughed at him and he didn’t care. “So,” he said, into her flesh, his voice muffled, “when we are in Cirlahir, and you are my kept woman—”

“Are you going to call me that, your kept woman, because I thought you were going to be my whore?”

“Right, well, this will be what you’d command from a whore, clearly,” he said. “You’d demand that I spend all my time with one of your nipples in my mouth.” He captured one and suckled it.

She let out another moan. “I suppose that would be acceptable.”

“It would mean, of course, that you would need to constantly have your bosom bare, though.”

“Would it? Or would you have to spend all your time with your head inside my clothes?”

He suckled the other one, chuckling in his throat. He let off, mouth still against her skin. “At the very least, you’d have to be unbound and floppy, I think.”

“Oh, you like the floppy aspect, I see?”

“Can you doubt that?” He tweaked one of her very hard nipples.