Page 87 of The Orc Warrioress and the Elf Lord

“Do you, though?”

“I’m sorry that I—”

“Sorry, that was an awful response, Gathren. I love you, too.” He sat up and looked down at her. He bit down on his bottom lip, making a noise.

“What?” she said.

“No, your… my seed is all over your breasts, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and…” He met her gaze. “How about now? Can I try this fucking you longer business now?”

“Oh, can you do that?” She flicked her gaze down between his legs to see that he was stiff again. “Well, then. Yes, please.”

He parted her thighs and pressed into her, and she moaned, because she was sensitive and it felt good. He spread his sticky release all over her breasts, rubbing it into her nipples, and she rippled against him, around him, and she realized that was very nice, and she did that again.

He grunted.

“You like that?” she breathed, clenching her walls on him.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

“So do I,” she muttered. “Someone could have told me about that, really. Why didn’t I think to do that?”

It was good.

He fucked her and she gripped him on and off, and he rubbed his come into her breasts, and then he suckled them anyway, and that made things inside her belly twitch. She felt as if she tumbled in and out of heights of pleasure, plateaus that rose to crest against heights that felt deep and sweet and nearly ancient, and they traveled through her pelvis and twitched through her here and there, and they gasped against each other and kissed, and he said he loved her at least four more times and she said it back. She felt as if she was tossed back and forth on the churning seas of goodness, and the sweetest part of it was that he was right there, and they were joined and she loved him.

At one point, though, he said, “I am getting very close and if you think that you… I don’t want to… can you?”

“Oh,” she said. “No, I don’t think so.” It was funny. She’d stopped thinking about that, about a climax. Some of the pleasure she’d felt while he was inside her had seemed sort of better than a climax… not more pleasurable, not exactly, but deeper and sweeter in some unfathomable way, an ache that felt like joy, something that reverberated through her, all the way to her soul.

She thought of what Iahir had said about the emptiness of pleasure.

Perhaps there was something to that.

“Touch your clit, warrioress?”

Well, yes, that was a bit obvious, she supposed. She put her fingers there, but while he was inside her, it was just too much. She couldn’t find a thread of her pleasure, for that, and she ended up telling him to go ahead and finish.

So, he pulled out of her and slid himself against her belly and then slid up higher, between her breasts, and she giggled and he finished there, right there.

Then, she put her fingers back between her thighs. “Kiss me?” she breathed. “Rub your seed into my nipples?”

He did, and now it was easy, now it was quick, now she hit her peak right away. After, she apologized.

“Don’t apologize for coming, Gathren,” he said. “Never apologize for that.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do it while you were inside me,” she said.

“It was good,” he said. “That, between us, was good. You were not far away, not like last time.”

“I was not,” she said.

“I hardly think it matters when you come or how you do it,” he said. “Just that you do, that we please each other.”

“But it would be nice if I could, wouldn’t it?”

“It would be,” he said. “So, we have something to work towards.” He kissed her neck, just below her earlobe. “We will never do this again unless your breasts are bare, though. Agreed? They’re entirely necessary.”

She shut her eyes. “I’m glad you think so.”