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)
I see their eyes dart toward my structure, then back to me. They busy themselves but I catch them looking past me toward my cabin again.
There, in the window, with the sun outlining her, is my mate. Watching me walk toward her, without a thread of clothing covering what’s mine.
A low growl rumbles from my chest. “You all want me to cut your eyes out with a rusty knife?”
They draw back, muttering, and I catch the word trouble, although who said it is a mystery even to me. It’s no idle threat, and they know it.
“I catch you looking at her like that again, brothers or not, we will have fucking trouble.”
I bare my teeth, then continue on to my structure, heading inside in a fury.
Red haze clouds my vision. “What are you doing?” I growl through gritted teeth. I block the window with my body, then grab a table and flip it over, jamming it against the clear glass, darkening the room.
“Waiting for you. You told me not to leave here without you but it’s been, like, two hours. I practically fell in the toilet and I have nothing to wear, so that’s on you, big man.”
“Big man?”
She winks, fluttering her lashes. “I mean, Daddy.”
“Uh huh. The brat is back.”
I reach down and pinch her nipple, making her chirp, then whack her ass, enjoying how it jiggles.
“Here.” I hand her the package, then catch the change in her scent.
She unwraps the cloth and pulls out the leather and fur female kilt and vest dappled with silver metalwork.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You are beautiful,” I say, taking a long draw of the air from above her head. “But, you are also a terror for me. You saw those other orc males looking at you?”
She shrugs. “Sure, not my fault they were looking in the windows.”
“You will not do this again. No one is to see you like this but me.”
“Then get some curtains,” she snips, giving me a self-righteous smirk.
“You test me on purpose, Selthe. Do not think I don’t know. But, beware, if you do not wish the lives of others to be in jeopardy, you will not show yourself to others again. It may not be your fault, but it is theirs for looking and I will kill the next man—human or orc—that sees you like this.”
“Is this another rule?”
She is still testing me and words are not what her bratty mouth needs right now.
I did not understand oral before yesterday, but I do now and it’s time for her to have her little mouth fucked.
I reach out and fist her ink-black hair, tugging her to the chair by the low fire and pushing her down onto her bare ass. I unhook my belt, letting my already erect cock free, the glow lighting up her face as she crosses her arms.
“What’s this, Daddy? You have a treat for me?”
“How do you go from my sweet little bird to such a mouthy brat?”
She shrugs. “I have many talents.”
Her tongue glances over her bottom lip as I grip the base of my cock, a stream of thick cream oozing from the pointed tip. The ridge two inches below swells as the tension of my knot preparing for what’s coming tightens the muscles down the backs of my legs.
“You like that fat cock. Orc cock.”
I grab the sides of her head and introduce her to this kind of oral.
“Holy yakan,” I grunt as she hums around the first inches of my cock. “You’re going to have to open a lot wider than that.”
Orcs don’t measure ourselves, but watching my little toy try to take me like this, it looks obscene. But I’m confident she will figure it out. She is nothing if not tenacious.
She licks her way down for a bit, all the way to my balls, paying each its proper attention, and my eyes roll back.
“Suck Daddy.” I shove my hips forward when her lips return to the tip. “You will swallow every drop left in my balls. All four of them.”
Her eyes are wide, she sputters and gags as I get the hang of this oral. It is a gift from the gods. Just like she is.
“Down your throat now.” I ease her head back, getting a better angle, and push past her tonsils, roaring at the ceiling as the muscles down my back knot. “This is downtown. This is good.”
She gargles around my length, and I ease out of her for a moment, giving her a breath. Saliva drips down her face, tears on her cheeks.
“Downtown is like…” She smiles up at me. I like her on her knees like this. “Usually downtown for you going down on me. But, whatever. And, good? Can I get something a little more enthusiastic? Geez.” She rolls her eyes and I answer her question by driving my dick right back into her bratty mouth.