Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
She bites her lip as I run my hand between her legs, kneading at the heated leather covering her ripe pussy. I need her. Only her. Forever.
That same pleasured moan seeps from her pink lips and I reach up to work the laces free on her corset, then fling it across the room. I know little about mating outside of the mechanics of the act. With so few females left, it is rarely spoken of and for a moment, I wonder if I can give my mate what she needs.
“I want to satisfy you.” I squeeze my hand between her legs, the liquid warmth seeping through the leather, making me shudder as I press my forehead to hers. “Your scent is destroying me.”
“Well, that’s not good. I don’t want my mate destroyed.”
Hearing her say that nearly makes me nearly black out. “I will be many things to you. I know that now, in this moment, much more than your mate. Something…in our language it is called Faleth.”
“What does that mean?”
“It is your mate, your greatest champion, your leader and your teacher. When I fed you earlier, I felt it. I will make you my toy, make you filthy with me, breed you, guide you, then bathe you like my precious jewel. Care for and love you like my family. My child. Show you my pride in you, take your pain and always be your safest harbor. Mating is the act but being your Faleth is a position of honor. One I will earn everyday as I protect you from the world and yourself if need be.”
“More like a father,” she says and I nod. “But, dirtier.” She traces the lobe of my ear with her finger, then leans down, dappling breath tickling as she speaks. “Daddy.”
The word sends a crush of revelation deep into my soul. Yes. This human word makes more sense.
I run my hands around the back of her neck, encircling it completely with the collar of my fingers. “My mother used to call my father Faleth, and he called her his little one. This is right. You will call me Daddy when we are alone, when I am breeding you, bathing you, spanking you, spoiling you. You will call me Mol in front of others if you wish.”
“Making rules for me already?” She teases, her cherub face glowing as I lick the crevice between her breasts.
“There will be many rules. You will follow them or you will find out why you should. I will have a reason for everything I do, baby. You will learn to trust me without question.”
“Your tongue…” She looks down, watching me as I flick and press the fabric lower with my top tongue. “It’s…unique. Like two in one.”
“Different than humans, yes.” I squeeze my hand around the back of her neck, my need exploding inside of me. “Now, we will kiss and you will see more.”
I drag her mouth to mine, the room already spinning with my lust, my filthy thoughts of her body soaked in my spend. She tastes like candy and dreams I never dared to dream. This tiny human has me twisted and desperate as I break through her lips, tasting her mouth as her warm tongue wraps with mine.
She’s making those sounds again as my heart pummels against my breast plate. My hands trace up her back until I hold the top edge of her blouse and tug. The fabric rips easily as a fury of need razors down into my belly. My cock stands straight out, dancing at her knees, pulsing and reaching for the origin of the scent between her legs the room full of the mating glow.
“So, do I understand that orcs…they don’t have just fun? Like, it’s one mate and that’s it? Forever?”
“Yes. Unlike humans.” I say and my temples pound as I consider the next question. “Have you…had fun before?”
She takes a long breath and I want to tear down the house waiting for her answer. When she shakes her head, I want to drop to my knees.
“No, not that kind of fun. The world sort of went bananas when I was a teenager and I didn’t really think much about fun.”
“You are perfect,” I exhale.
“That tongue is perfect.” She smiles. “I may just die from pleasure when it kisses me other places.” She bites into her lip on a coy smile.
“Kisses other places?” I ask, unsure what she means.
“You know…like, downtown.”
“In the city? Is kissing in the city better? We will go there.” Confusion rails around inside me as she rolls her eyes.
“No, daddy, as in, like…you know, oral.”
“Oral?”
“Do you really not know what oral means? Is your translator thing malfunctioning?” She pops the heel of her hand on my forehead then smacks her lips together, her face rising to a bright pink. I say nothing, not wanting her to think I’m a buffoon. With a sigh, she finishes. “As in, your two-part devil tongue there licking between my legs. Then, you know, my mouth on your…” She looks down, the tip of my cock is standing out from under my kilt, glowing bright. “My mouth on your glow stick there.”