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Out of an abundance of caution with my most vulnerable organ, I make an exemplary motion with my own hand.

The audience lets out a fascinated “ahhh.”

And the Emperor says, “I believe I understand.” He copies what I’m doing with his own much thicker fingers.

It feels… tentatively good.

A bit of my fear recedes as he finds the rhythm of the motion with one hand and brings the other to one of my breasts.

He doesn’t ask for instructions before palming and massaging it with a much heavier amount of pressure than I’m used to.

Or maybe it’s the exact right amount.

I groan and my head falls back against his chest as the heat from his hands melts into two of my pleasure areas. The hand pinning me to his chest relaxes, and I begin to slide down.

A little bit of the biological panic flickers in my chest.

“Do not fear. You are safe, Little Bride.” Ivar rumbles reassurance into my ear. “Feel how well you are taking me? We are fated by the stars. And your body already knows who I am.”

Maybe he’s right. Or maybe what I’m really “amenable” to is the power of suggestion.

Either way, the fear and pain recede, giving way to more slick and louder moans the wider he stretches me.

So full… I feel so full of him.

Before I know it, I’m filled to the brim, my pussy convulsing around the base of his thick member.

I’m in danger of coming again just from penetration.

But then the Emperor pauses his hand motions to murmur against my temple, “Well met, Little Bride. Well met, indeed. I knew that despite your teeny size, you would be a perfect fit.”

“Teeny,” I half huff, half choke. “I’m not teeny, you’re gigantic!”

Ivar lets out a low gravel-and-thunder rumble that I think might be a laugh.

Then he calls out to the audience, “Emperor and Little Bride are officially Joined!”

Thunderous applause rises into the air, as if we’ve landed on the Middle Realm moon.

Chapter 12

Dynasty

“And how about kissing, Little Bride?” Somehow the Emperor’s voice cuts through the noise of the crowd’s hooting and hollering. “Does your race of beings also like that?”

“Oh.” I jolt a little at the question. “We do, but I’m not sure how it would work with tusks.”

Curving a massive hand over my neck, he tips my face up to his. “Let us find out, shall we?”

He lowers his mouth to mine, carefully kissing me from between his tusks while he rubs my pussy.

This, as it turns out, is a lethal combination. Soon I seize and cry out, not so silently screaming into his mouth. I come a second time, even more explosively, my relatively small pussy strangling the dark green Orc dick I’ve been impaled on.

Vance was always slowing or speeding up, just when I was almost there. But Ivar maintains a steady rhythm as I come, sending additional sparks through me and coaxing out more and more sensations until I shudder one last time, my body turning to liquid gold.

“That was amazing!” I slump against his chest when the orgasm finally lets me go. “But…”

A nagging disappointment edges in on the warm-jelly haze. I tip my head to squint up at him. “Shouldn’t you be enjoying this, too?”