Chapter 3
Misty's subconscious took pity on her and she awoke slowly, only gradually perceiving her surroundings and situation. Her body felt suspended, drifting in thick, deep furs. Her breaths were long and slow, relaxed. Out-side a breeze sighed through the trees, whispering forgotten secrets. The smell of cooking meat wafted past her nostrils and her mouth watered in unconscious anticipation.
The voluptuously rounded peasant girl smiled dreamily; it must be a lazy sunday morning. Downstairs her strict but generous father was cooking a hearty breakfast for the family and outside her mother was putting up the laundry. Misty wondered what she should do today. She would probably try and find Kentin, the boy that she liked, and tempt him away from his studies. He was the cleric's son, all proper and repressed, but always delighted to see her. She remembered the time when she had gotten him so worked up with teases and touches that he had finally kissed her, eager and excited! Of course the guilt quickly overtook him and after that he had avoided her for over a month, eventually breaking the silence by apologizing for 'taking advantage of a maiden.'
Misty was far from a maiden though. She had learnt the power sex had over boys quickly, seeing the lust in their eyes as they stared at her plump curves, knowing that they wanted her. She had fallen in with the 'wrong crowd' a group of older girls who had regaled Misty with stories of their sexual misendeavors and taught her a number of tricks. She soon learned that she could gain any number of favours and trinkets through sex, maybe bringing a stud to his pleasure with her hand whilst he slurped on her nipples or even letting ones she fancied partake in the ecstasy that her more intimate treasures offered. Misty was certainly not a virgin.
It sometimes made Misty miserable to think how often fucking was just about power, how willful people could be easily manipulated through their desire for a fleeting pleasure. A guilty power then, but one Misty knew she would be worse off without. Unfortunately the power games could work both ways; her employer, the master of the mill, often blackmailed the girls under him, taking what he wanted through fear of job loss and disgrace. Once a particularly selfish boy had taken her against her will; as soon as the rest of the lads found out though he was beaten so bloody that he was bed ridden in the infirmary for almost a whole season and never could walk right ever since. After that, neither Misty nor the other girls had any serious problems from the local boys.
Her eyes fluttered and, becoming aware of a dull ache throughout her body, shifted wrapping herself further into the thick blankets. It dawned on Misty that her bed had never been this deep and comfortable and with that uncertainty, her memories of the previous day and night began filtering back to her. She remembered having to dodge her boss' unwanted advances by lying that she was on her period; disgusted by her, he had instead set her the most unsavoury tasks the mill had to offer. Misty had left work angry and frustrated at the unfairness of her situation and headed straight to her favourite place at the Meadow of Bloody Tears where leaves and flowers bloomed perpetually red. Her intention had been to stave off her misery with the healing power of fantasy and orgasm, by visualising obscenely virile barbarians.
To her dismay though, her session of secret masturbation had been unexpectedly interrupted. Misty's ultimate fantasy had manifested himself, in the form of an orc, to take and ravage her... Dismay turned to surprise, then to fear and finally to rapture as Misty consented to her irrational desires and shared the most world rocking sex that she had ever experienced with a man who could have been easily described as a monster.
Guilt and shame, but ultimately satisfaction then.
However, the satisfaction had come with a physical cost at least and the randy peasant girl realised drowsily that she ached almost all over. Her wrists and bottom were bruised by his over-firm handling, most of her more private anatomy stung and throbbed where the orc's acidic sweat had tantalised and burned her flesh and her vagina still felt exhausted from the rough, delightful abuse it had suffered.
Misty opened her heavy eyes and was grateful that she was still in the orc's cave-like dwelling so that little direct sunlight could offend her tired senses. Little had changed within the abode; animal furs swung lazily from the ceiling caught by a draught, potions and pickled items sat stacked against a wall alongside salted meats and preserved fruits. The fire had burned out completely overnight. From the corner of her eye she saw movement; A flash of intensely defined brown-green leg and thigh as someone quietly slipped out of the cave. Had the orc been watching her? She didn't know whether to feel protected or violated.
The bruised girl tried to sit up, but her muscles protested fiercely so she slumped back down into the bed. The knotted tension in her body from the sexual overloads she had been taken through had left her worryingly weak. A sense of fear settled in her gut; she still didn't know what motive the beast man had, if any. Was he finished with her or did he intend to fuck her again and if he did where would it end? She didn't honestly think she could take any more in her current state. Misty wondered what she should do; then more disturbingly what could she actually do?
Misty propped herself up enough to look for a weapon, anything with which to defend herself. She knew she wouldn't be able to best the brute physically, but if she could surprise him... she could crawl away pathetically until he caught up to her again and really hurt her. No. Misty tiredly realised that if she did get the drop on the orc, she would have to kill him. Ultimately it was him or her. Orcs were savage, vicious creatures that held no place in the civilised kingdoms.
The orc entered his makeshift home with a wooden tray holding two clay cups and a pot which contained something that smelt like tea.
And of course he was completely naked. The orc was all lean muscle, every inch of him was pure physical purpose. His chest was broad and masculine but not obscenely so like a circus strong-man and his mottled green/brown skin clung to the orc tightly. His steps were sure and smooth, his feet seeming to be a part of the ground upon which they moved. His penis and balls hung heavily, barely swinging due to their weight. Misty's eyes went from the orc's flaccid but nonetheless sizable manhood to his face which held an expression she could not quickly identify.
He kneeled down by the makeshift bed and placed the tray down carefully, then moved back to a kneeling position. The orc looked at her again and opened his mouth as if to speak, but then frowned with frustration and shut it again. With no small bemusement Misty realised that he wanted to communicate with her.
Reserving better judgement the peasant girl sat up, holding a large fur to herself to conceal her nudity, put her other hand onto the brute's knee and asked, "What is it?"
The orc cocked an eyebrow at her, made as to speak again, but thought better of it and looked away. Instead he picked up the teapot and began to pour steaming turquoise tinged liquid into both of the cups. The teapot was only of modest size, enough to fill three or four cups and looked quite small and dainty in his massive hands. The sight of this great man-beast delicately pouring her tea struck Misty as so absurd that a loud unladylike laugh escaped from her lips before she could stop it. The laugh jolted the orc causing him to spill some of the tea onto the tray. He gave her an embarrassed toothy grin and Misty allowed herself a shy giggle in return. It was a surprisingly innocent moment and the girl grudgingly filed the moment under 'reasons not to kill the orc'.
Regaining composure, he knelt down setting the tray beside them and offered a cup to her. Misty took it and raised the brew to her nose and inhaled carefully to test whether it was poisoned or drugged; the herbal tea only smelt thick and oddly rich though and Misty was instantly tantalised. Ignoring her caution, the orc took the other cup and in one swift motion, upended it's contents down his throat before smacking his lips in satisfaction. Sensing no foul-play and disarmed by his earnest enjoyment the girl pressed her own cup to her lips and took a small sip. The drink had a sharp taste at first but Misty could tell it was thickly honeyed giving it a smooth, warm aftertaste. She liked it.
"It's good," Misty smiled to give meaning to the words.
The orc nodded happily and poured himself another cup to share with her properly. They drank together quietly, both watching each other and trying to discern, without success, what the other was thinking.
After a while, the orc put down his cup and said a single word, "Stay."
At first, Misty thought he had just uttered an oddly familiar orcish word and her brows knitted, but seeing her expression he repeated, "Stay."
It was a request, and as she had not yet made to leave Misty realised 'staying' would involve more than just one last fuck, the beast was propositioning her. At that moment, though, the girl was too busy being mortified.
"You speak kingish?! You fucking bastard! You let me go on and on, laughing at me whilst pretending not to understand what I'm saying! Is this some kind of-mmmmmphhh!" the orc stopped her mouth with his own, it seemed like the best thing to do.
Angered by his presumption, but pacified by his weight and warmth, Misty pushed him away with a scowl. Lips still tingling from the kiss, she stayed quiet and took a moment to assess her situation. The orc mumbled something in orcish and the girl's scowl eased into a frown, "Do you understand me? Do you speak kingish?"
The orc cocked his head to one side and then shook it hesitantly. Misty could have chosen to challenge the orc further on the fact that he actually had understood her questions, but correctly surmised from his uncertain face that his comprehension of kingish was meagre at best. She took a deep breath, "O.K."
The next hour passed relatively peacefully and Misty warred between considering or flat out ignoring his 'stay' request. She occupied herself by testing the beast's knowledge of her language. He was patient with her experiments and the human girl learnt that he understood mostly command words and a few other basics. She quickly lost him with sentences and phrases, but from the complex ways he spoke in orcish, she guessed that his lack was in knowledge of kingish and not a deficit of intellect.
The orc brought her a selection of cooked meat and fruit that he had heavily flavoured with more of his herbs. Her nose and belly were undecided on platter; she was starving, but the food was unfamiliar and looked a little too heavy for a morning (or was it afternoon?) meal. He misunderstood her hesitation and raised a slice to his mouth in mime.
"Yes, I know how to eat," Misty smiled despite herself and sampled a piece of the hot fruit and, again after the initial bitter taste, she found the food much to her liking.
After they finished the meal he took the dishes away and returned with a glass pot containing what seemed to be a pink tinged liquid, "What is that?" she asked.
The orc answered with a demonstration. He took one of her arms gently raising it to level, then spooned a portion of the substance with his fingers. Nervous, but sensing no ill intent, she let him spread a portion onto her bruised skin. The fluid had the consistency of honey, but as he rubbed it into her became like oil, and finally became a barely noticeable sheen. What was disconcerting though, was the feeling of the liquid seeping not only into, but through her skin. Misty gave a start, however, before she could pull away he took her hand and calmed her with a tender squeeze.
Once she was comfortable the orc began in earnest, dolloping the salve all over her back. The girl allowed herself to be lowered flat onto her stomach and offered no resistance when he pulled her remaining covers and modesty away to allow him full admittance to her body. Misty knew where this was going and relaxed into the massage gratefully. The orc started by tracing the gel over her like a calligrapher, brushing long curling patterns across her skin. Then with wide circular strokes ending with her flesh being squeezed between his palms the salve was rubbed into her muscles.
He used different techniques on her calves and thighs and Misty dreamily wondered if she would ever have a lover with such large and strong hands again. She certainly hoped so. As her sensitive tissues were soothed, her thoughts too became lucid and unfocused. In fact, she barely noticed when he started on her bottom, spreading and molding her peach. So lost in her feeling of weightlessness she didn't notice that the orc's deft handling of her bum had brought forth warmth and wetness from between her legs.
Once done with her back, she let herself be flipped over only then noticing the stickiness she had created. With the beast man's large frame hanging over her nudity and her desire inflamed without her consent or knowledge Misty flushed from shame. This was quite unlike her and she admonished herself for having such a school girl reaction. She quickly salvaged her shamelessness with a coy smile and a squeeze of her breasts with her shoulders.
The orc let out a deep breath, the smell of her sex and the sight of her brazenness threatened to undo his objectivity. His cock was erect and his mouth wet with hunger however, he knew he had injured the human with their rutting and did not want to worsen her condition. So he gently pushed down her shoulders and began laving the less erogenous areas of her body with the healing gel. He saw in her eyes the uncertainty, the fear. By putting care ahead of lust he forced the girl to decide between trust and resistance. He knew she wanted to struggle and to make him use his strength, he knew she wanted to him to fuck her, which would take them both back to something simpler, something safer. Man and woman.
Well, the orc would give her what she wanted, but first he gave her what she needed: namely an undamaged body. So he worked on her health, caressing the lotion into bruised muscles, showing his ability to nurture and willing her to consider him as a mate. He didn't know much about humans, he knew that most huddled together and were weak, he knew that they let their fear guide them. He knew that this girl was different and that he wanted her.
Running out of unsensitive skin, the beast lathered up her lower abdomen, rubbing and pressing on her. Her breaths came increasingly sharper and she pressed her legs together as her sex grew heavy with need. He had not intended to excite her this much, but inwardly was overjoyed at her response to his touch. With every jolt of her body, the orc's cock twitched in echo.
Unable to withstand her increasing arousal, the orc allowed his massage to become more overtly sexual and pushed her breasts together gently while his thumbs circled around her aureola. Misty's nipples responded happily, growing darker and erect with blood, begging further stimulation. He started by lightly brushing the pads of his thumbs back and forth against the rigid nubs, before subjecting them to rougher flicks and then alternating between the two, light and rough. The girl's brow creased as she enjoyed her physical titillation, the orc enjoying stirring her into higher levels of excitement.
Still sat astride her, the beast leant down to kiss her on the lips. It was a question, 'do you want to take this to sex?' Misty's nipples throbbed teasingly, her loins were wet and blood rushed through her body like a flood, heightening her senses; she pushed herself into the kiss, opening her mouth wide, 'yes fucking please!'
He pushed a single ointment covered finger into her pliant and relaxed pussy. Misty was so relaxed and wet that there was only a little discomfort as he spread the healing salve over her aching vaginal walls. He removed his digit from her and catching her eyes, and with a dirty smile, brought the juicy finger to his mouth to savour her essence. It gave Misty a perverse thrill to see the orc enjoying the taste of her lust so much and she tilted her hips towards him in silent invitation for more; spreading herself to give him a better view and access to her sodden womanhood.
The hungry-eyed man wasted no time in coating two fingers in the ointment and bringing them to her engorged red labia. He stroked her there for a minute letting her excitement and anticipation build until she was thrusting back against him. The orc held his hand steady letting Misty impale herself on his fingers, though only to the first knuckle, the girl gave a small gasp of satisfaction. The man used his large thumb to brush back and forth across her clitoral hood causing Misty's little moist nubbin to peek out seeking it's first direct stimulation since last night. The orc did not disappoint it and firmly and slowly dragged the length of his thumb across her clit. Fireworks went off behind Misty's eyes as pleasure overwhelmed and confused her functions and she choked as she tried to breath in and out at the same time. The girl caught her breath after a moment and, seeing her lover looking at her, gave an embarrassed smile. The man-beast smiled back then pushed his thumb against the centre of her pleasure again playing it back and forth, up and down.
"Aannnnnngggggnnn," Misty cried out as her senses left her once more, her eyes rolled back and her body squirmed spasmodically.
She hadn't noticed him move, but when her faculties returned the orc had positioned himself directly over her. His penis pressed hotly into her thigh and his fingers remained just inside her and his thumb still lightly tickled her fancy sending little shivers of warmth seeping through her. Misty gazed up at the great man covering her; her eyes travelled over his muscled abdomen up his thick chest covered in wiry black hair with his dark brown nipples showing through and up further to his oversized jaw and mouth filled with more canines than incisors. Her eyes caught on his and she stared deeply into the empathic lust-filled oily black pools. Underneath his example of pure predatory masculinity Misty began to feel delicate and insecure, her instincts made her feel submissive and owned; two feelings that she hated.
Her pussy grew wetter and her nipples harder as her body called 'take me! make me yours!' Misty took control of the situation the only way she could think of; by taking hold of his cock.
Misty wasted no time in reasserting herself and grabbed at his scorching member needily, getting a firm full handed grip that saturated her palm with heat as if she were holding it out to a roaring fire. The orc smiled down at her and lowered himself to kiss his fiery prize, however he only had the chance for a brief taste before the girl gave his hardness a short sharp and very rough stroke. It was the orc's turn to choke on his own breath and Misty felt her lover's entire body jolt with sensation. The bruised but not beaten peasant girl stared wickedly at the savage man who glared back in passion and rage.
"Don't like being denied a kiss?" Misty asked pouting her lips seductively so that he would get the gist.
The orc went for her mouth again, but she was too quick giving his cock another mauling which caused him to hiss and miss, his forehead landing on her cheek as his breath rushed out over her neck making her flush. Misty was a curious wench and during her sexual escapades always enjoyed testing a boy's thresholds; she had even hurt a couple of her partners and she had even heard that the lads often joked that 'if you can survive a night with Misty, you can survive a night with a wyvern!'; the point being that she knew that an eager penis can take a lot more rough treatment than she had originally imagined.
As she firmly pumped his cock the orc sucked and nibbled at her neck bringing out all new rashes over old ones that the healing salve had only recently melted away. Misty knew that such vigorous handling of a manhood could have it popping very quickly and from the way the orc was grunting and sighing, from the way he pressed his body against hers teasing her breasts and nipples with his chest hairs and from the way his manhood was twitching and jumping in her hand, it would not be long. While the idea of getting him to cum so easily and completely at her mercy was a tempting one, the busty girl decided it would be more fun to play with him for a bit longer. She let herself cease flogging his meat and merely held him gently but firmly by the base, giving him a moment to recover. The orc raised his head groggily and stared at her with unfocused eyes, Misty grinned triumphantly at him and stuck out her tongue teasingly.
The savage orc struck with his mouth, forcing his tongue past hers and sucking at her lips possessively, the sneaky bastard was playing possum! Misty surrendered to the kiss allowing him a counter-victory as his passion left her light-headed. She daringly bit his tongue lightly eliciting a low growl from her man-beast and luxuriated in his heat and pressure as he pushed his body against hers. The girl's own passions crackling brightly within her, she decided to up the ante again and, holding the orc's cock firmly by the base, brought her fist all the way up his lengthy shaft and over it's bulbous head squeezing and twisting tightly in a way she knew would bring her lover right back to the edge. The savage shuddered and jerked as pre-cum was literally milked from his primed manhood making his toes curl and hands clutch.
Misty shrieked in pain as the fingers that had only just been resting against her pudenda suddenly flexed and pushed deep inside the torn flesh of her vaginal canal. He quickly pulled out and stroked her hair with his other hand as his eyes burned concern at her.
"I'm o.k", Misty lied as her cunt muscles throbbed painfully. She leaned up to lightly kiss the orc on the lips for a more tactile reassurance.
The savage gentleman nodded slowly and reapplied more of the salve to his fingers and bringing them back to the swamp of the still aroused girl's musky groin. The last of the miracle gel had dissolved into her sex lips during their heated fornication leaving the outside of her womanhood cured of it's rawness. He placed his fingers back just inside her labia and asked with his eyes for permission, 'Ready?' Misty licked her lips and gave a barely perceptible nod.
The orc gave her clit a couple of rubs and Misty sighed as her loins warmed further to his touch despite the fear she felt. She understood that he wanted to make it easy as possible on her, but Misty would be damned if she let him think her weak. She steeled herself and promised herself that she wouldn't cry out and, as he gradually forced two fingers between the sopping but resistant muscles of the depths of her sex, she didn't. Streamers of sharp pain shot through her abdomen and the beautiful peasant girl bit her lip to keep herself silent. A single tear slipped down her cheek as the man used used his fingers to massage the thick potion into her most tender flesh.
Her brown and green lover kissed the tear from her cheek, then moved his lips to her neck, lower, her shoulder, lower, the swell of her breast, lower, a suckle of a rosy nipple, lower, the bottom of her ribs. Oh no, he wasn't meaning to kiss her 'there'? As his mouth began trailing hot kisses up and down her spread thighs she knew he most certainly was. He withdrew his thick fingers from her to give himself more room and Misty felt herself gush with more moisture ready to be licked and eaten by her voracious seducer. She noticed blissfully that the throbbing pain in her pussy was already beginning to be replaced by the throbbing desire for fulfillment. The massage and the playing had been going on some time now and left the furs she was siting on a juicy mess, she was ready for more and they both knew it.
The orc could have teased and tickled her more, could have broken her willfulness and made her beg if he really wanted to, but he didn't. He wanted to taste her and drink deeply from her, what he considered to be sacred, font almost as much as she wanted him to eat her dry. The orc took a long lick through her silky nether hair gathering her nectar into his mouth and letting the sweet musky liquid spread over his tongue to hit every taste receptor. Not to be denied proper contact the needy girl pushed her cunt carefully to his mouth. Thirsty with lust, he was only happy to oblige her unspoken demands and trailed his tongue along and around her tingling sex lips sucking the folds between his firm lips.
Misty felt her orgasm building even before he began showing her little nub of ecstasy any further attention. It poked itself angrily out of it's hood and she felt it pulse with every beat of her heart.
"Oh, please touch me there," she gasped between rapid breaths, looking down between her rotund tits at the orc rapturously gobbling her cream.
The ravenous beast started subjecting her to deeper strokes opening her up to dig out the honey inside. Misty was delighted to discover that feeling her vagina stretched felt glorious once more and the mental blocks hat held her back from physical abandonment melted away and she began to grind her pussy harshly onto his face. She found the bridge of his flattened nose and pushed down onto it spreading her labia and finally getting friction on her clit.
"Make me cum," Misty groaned out shrilly trying desperately to rub herself to climax, fighting against her bucking hips that kept on denying her the contact she needed.
Taking one last greedy lick from deep within her, the orc granted her need. With his forearm nestled between her buttocks and a hand on the small of her back he pinned her to his mouth and sucked down on her clit with his thick tongue.
That was all it took and with a silent scream, Misty came powerfully into her lover's mouth, oozing cum for him to lavishly devour. Breasts heaving and eyes shut, the girl panted her release only to have her breath stolen when the orc pushed two fingers, freshly doused in salve, back into her still orgasming cunt.
Quite certain that the orc at least understood basic kingish, Misty tried, "No, please..." the beast blatantly ignored her and curled his fingers up to rub her g-spot, the plumpened peasant girl jolted like she had just been hit by lightning, "can't... please, too much"
He rapidly alternated between lapping and sucking on her twitching pleasure nub keeping her over-stimulated orgasm from ending, in fact she realised deliriously, as he fucked her with his digits, her pleasure was beginning to crescendo once more.
"Oh fuck," was the last coherent sound she managed before her climax reached a second peak and she arched clear off the cum and sweat drenched furs, moaning out her bliss.
Misty thrashed wildly as her orgasm continued to course through her and she inadvertently knocked the orc's face away, bashing the side of his head with her hip bone. Regardlessly he kept his fingers stroking away inside her and Misty's pulsing love canal kept on gripping at it's invaders, keeping them trapped and soaking up the last of the orc's potion, leaving her vagina feeling renewed rather than a more accurate fucked senseless.
As her climax began to fade, the girl's groans faded back to little gasps and her sex's strong contractions softened to gentle tugs. Her orcish lover gently extracted his soaked fingers and began finishing up her cum with his tongue, giving Misty little shocks of orgasmic pleasure wherever he brushed her sex. Feeling glowy and sated, the girl was happy to let him clean up her spent juices. After a time the beast was finished, so he crawled up next to her with a cocky smile on his face and began stroking away damp strands of hair from her face.
Misty gave him a hazy smile. The orc leaned in and gave her a tender kiss still spiced with her cum, almost as if to say 'see what I can do to you?' Confirming her deduction, the orc made his request again, "Stay."
The girl laughed breathlessly, "You make a good argument".
She closed her eyes drowsily as her post-orgasmic swoon overcame her and felt the orc lay down beside her and press himself against her. The beast curled himself around her, draping his arm over and gently cupping a breast. Misty let herself melt against the warmth and firmness of his body, content to bask in her own glow for a moment.
While she herself was still limp, she could feel the tension emanating from the orc's body and a certain body part pressed against her that was very far from limp. The barbarian shifted uncomfortably, his lust unsatisfied and Misty could tell he was trying to hold himself back to give her more time to recover. She could feel and smell the musky sweat of the over-aroused orc and found it amusing that he would probably undo the magic of the potion quickly in his stirred up state.
Although her limbs responded grogily, Misty peeled herself off her lover and pushed herself into a vaguely upright position. He looked at her expectantly with his eyes whilst his cock pointed out at her with equal desire. The girl smiled, after being brought to two orgasms by his tongue, she wanted to return the favour likewise. She had brought boys off with her mouth before and found it enjoyable in it's own way, but here in front of her was a much larger, darker and more exotic piece of meat, and the prospect brought a sparkle to her eye. She eagerly grabbed the base of his brown and green shaft, and began stroking him, causing him to give a low hiss. She leant down opening her lips.
And stopped, or was stopped by his two thick hands on her shoulders. She looked to his face, "What?"
The orc shook his head, 'no.'
"Why?"
The orc shook his head, 'no.'
He pushed himself up and demanded, "Stay."
The sight of his hard body and harder penis almost broke her angry resolve. But she knew she had a chance here to escape, even if she didn't really want to. He had brought to her pleasures and sexual fulfillment far in excess of any previous lover, however, what else could he seriously provide for her? Tea and pancakes were one thing, but a sense of security was something much greater, and by asking her to 'stay' that would be exactly what she would need. It was impossible and what right does he have to me anyway?; she rectified to herself.
It was now or never if she was to leave. If they were to couple again, she would not have the mental or physical strength to leave again, at least till tomorrow, and Misty did not have that kind of time. She had a life and she would be damned if a horny green man got in the way of it! And that is all he was in the end, just a man. Feeling her will reform, the girl allowed herself a moment of regret. She was not used to leaving a cock primed, she usually only teased when she meant to follow through and it went against her admittedly morally ambiguous principals to leave such a competent lover unsatisfied. It was a shame, but it was a shame she could live with.
Bidden anger boiled within Misty and she pulled away. The beast man reached for her, but she slapped him away. Why deny her now? Why complicate things with unwanted tenderness and communication? Why ruin a two afternoons, one morning and one night stand?
The orc wanted to bear her down, to punish and fuck her and to assert dominance. But, he did not. He hoped it was just a test of his resolve, to prove that he had control over himself. He would not allow the girl to drink from his sex without her understanding the meaning it held for him. He watched as she gathered herself together, wrapping herself with a couple of the larger animal skins he had collected. His muscles churned in their inaction. He tried to stop her.
"Stay."
Misty left.
Continued in Chapter 4
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