Chapter 4 - Part 2
It was late, before Misty finally returned home again. She had considered chasing Kentin, but did not think she could face that look in his eyes again, not that night at least. On the kind of plus side her lusty blood had cooled somewhat, Kentin's pain acting as a cold shower and she had felt safe enough to head to the seedier inn in the village and bat her eyelashes into getting free ale from the few remaining patrons she was familiar with. She left earlier than she might normally have done as her lust once again began to rise.
She almost floated home from the alcoholic buzz and whatever the orc had given or done to her and from the heat between her thighs she knew she would probably have to stroke out some of the tension before she could get to sleep. The promise of release spurred her footsteps and she was back at her house, and as quickly and quietly as she could manage, in her room.
She listened for any sounds of movements from her mother's room, waiting for as long as she could hold out to make sure that she was indeed asleep and not going to burst into Misty's room to ascertain her daughter had not brought anyone home with her, then lecture her regardless. Misty quickly slipped off her robe throwing it in the rough direction of other clothes leaving her clad only in a spattering of goose bumps and the loosest pantalets she had found this morning. Her breaths came short in anticipation of long awaited pleasure, her lusciously curved skin quivered as she stepped over to her bed. Putting one foot on the mattress and not waiting until she was covered and comfortable her hand slipped down her stomach towards her already wet sex, but was caught at the wrist by a strong grip.
"The fuck?!" Misty squeaked as her arm was pulled above her and she was spun around to face the orc.
This was not expected. To think an orc would have the audacity to enter a human village. He would have to be extremely stupid, or extremely angry. Shit, Misty had left an orc, a vicious dangerous predator known for their savage sexual appetite with blue balls. Great move, Misty. If he was mad enough to enter civilization there would be no telling what he would be capable of. Her only hope was to scream and fight and hope there would be enough left of her for a healer to put back together afterwards.
She dared herself to look the beast in the eyes, communicating that she would not make this easy, that she was not afraid. But, in his eyes she did not see death or rage; instead it was like looking into a piercing mirror that cut through her enforced defiance. Misty saw what she herself had been feeling over the last twenty-four hours; loss, need, denial and desire.
With her unrestricted hand she reached down to pull off her pants, only managing to get them over her hips, "Fuck me," she hissed, futilely trying to get them down further.
Language might have been an ambiguous barrier, but the orc understood and with his further reach and Misty's assistance managed to get the pantalets around her ankles hastily. Misty clung to the orc's shoulders and neck and spread her knees apart as far as she could. The orc did not need any further invitation and since he had no, and possibly never even brought, any clothes all he had to do was lift, angle and drop.
Misty sighed out a mewling breathy moan as the orc's member travelled into her molten depths. A different sigh of relief made its way through her mind, thank goodness she had the horniness so badly all day, if not the orc's girth could do her harm if unprepared. In fact it had done so previously despite foreplay and had taken restorative medicine after the act to fix the damage her unaccustomed body had suffered. The smoldering heat of his intimate flesh within hers however, reminded her it was totally worth it.
Balancing and grasping her by the small of her back, the orc drew Misty down upon his cock rattling a sound of satisfaction as he did so, the moist heat a balm to his need at least temporarily. The girl stretched up to kiss him, but he jerked his hips upwards feeding more of his non-human length into her, making her gasp and spasm. After recovering from the jolt, Misty gave the orc an accusatory glare before trying again, parting her lips and inviting the kiss this time. He met her glare with the dark pools of his eyes that were at once alien and unreadable, but also more soulful than they had any right to be.
Caught unaware by the swirling inky blackness she felt a surge of emotion she could not identify and an unbidden, "I'm sorry," was let slip, "I shouldn't have just-"
The orc thrust and Misty cried out, open mouthed unsure which pair of lips were spread wider, her labia spread broad, crinkled around the thick base of his dark cock. Not giving her any chance to recover he began to bounce her with short stabs, his glans nudging repeatedly against her innermost fathoms.
Unable to do anything but cling on as the orc took her, but angry over the interruption she managed an incensed, "Well fuck you then."
"Misty?"
Shit, her mother.
"Misty, what is going on in there? If you've brought a boy home I swear to all the gods you'll be freezing and starving before the week is through. And I'll make sure no-one takes you in, you'll be slut shamed all over the province!" The thundering voice approached from the hallway, old floor boards creaking against footfalls.
The peasant girl took an unruly breath and thought fast before calling back, "I had a fight with Kentin, mother. I'm upset and I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone."
Misty desperately brought the orc's attention to her face, "Shhh," she hissed at him.
The beast man gave a low chuckle before slowly raising Misty up his still metal hard erection.
"Let me get rid of her, it should only take-" the orc brought her back down roughly, bringing her from empty to full in a split second and clamping his tongue and teeth around an ear, "Oouuuuuughh, fuck, uuuunnnnnhhh."
"Misty?!" her mother burst through the door to the image of her daughter impaled and squirming upon the naked horror of an orc. She did not have time to scream.
Moving faster than either woman could grasp, the savage lifted and dropped Misty, stunned, onto her bed and rounded on her mother. Hunching his shoulders bestially and raising a hand to strike, the orc snarled, baring his sharp teeth. The mother stared, slack jawed in terror. The orc feinted towards her; Misty's mother fainted towards him.
The orc caught her limp form and gently lowered her to the floor onto her back.
"What the fuck did you do to her?" Misty breathed, unsure whether to be terrified or relieved.
He ignored her, instead stalked over to a corner of her room and dug out a small sack he had hidden behind a rickety cabinet, fishing from it a fistful of leaves.
"What is that?" she shakily pulled her legs underneath her into a kneeling position.
The orc ground the foliage using his palm as a mortar and deposited the results into Misty's mother's lolled open mouth. "For sleep," he rumbled at Misty who was trying to decide whether or not she should be panicking or not.
"Now you're speaking kingish again, you bastard?"
"For sleep," he repeated started lifting the unconscious older woman, "help."
Truth be told, the orc did not need any help carrying Misty's mother, however if he had just dragged her off he would expect the human girl to cause a ruckus. By enlisting Misty's aid with returning her mother to her room, he created complicity. He needed her to trust him, just a little, enough for what he intended to do with her tonight.
Together they carried the unconscious parent back to her own room where the orc dumped her ungraciously onto the bed. Still holding her mother, Misty fumbled to make the crash landing be as less jarring as possible. The resulting kerfuffle left the older woman splayed over the bed and her daughter hunched over her awkwardly, leaving her bottom and puffy cleft on show. The orc wasted no time in taking advantage of her exposed position, which he had advertently created and crouched down to push her knees apart and take a long hot lick along her swollen labia.
Misty's sigh turned into a sputter as her eyes refocused and her vision painted a picture of her mother's tongue lolling out of her mouth.
"Ack!" She slapped the brutes hand away as he tried to curl them around her hips. "No," she stood herself up as straight as she could manage and pointed to the door, "My room. Go."
The orc gave her one of his long lingering looks that usually spelled trouble, Misty had enough time to think 'Shit', before he grabbed her round the waist and kissed her. She barely managed a quick intake of breath before his mouth found and claimed hers. He forced his tongue past her lips before she could even think of resisting and compelled her to taste him, a warm and spicy headiness mixed slightly with her own cream, and she could not help but suck lightly at the hot flexible muscle. She fleetingly wondered what his cock would taste like before his hands found her ass and thought was temporarily lost as he aggressively pulled and squeezed the soft flesh, sending jumps and starts of pleasure through her.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. She barely registered the brute striding out and she must have fallen backwards as she found herself sat on her mother's bed. What was more was that her hand was between her legs slowly rubbing at her clit. She continued diddling her sensitive nub allowing the warmth to rise and her breath to catch before she regained enough wits and willpower to stop.
This was not good. An orc was in her home. She had heard that in some townships allowing an orc into your house was punishable by public hanging and she knew well enough that many would call for exactly that. 'If they found out'. Misty held to that thought. The orc was obviously a skilled woodsman and a capable hunter. He would not have been seen entering if he had not wanted to be and he could similarly leave without drawing attention. All she needed to do was give him what he wanted and try to be quiet about it.
However, although she briefly considered it, she was not a girl who just let a man have his way without getting anything back. That was not who she was. Besides she was developing some kind of understanding with the orc, it was an understanding based on mutual lust, but she at least felt they had reached a certain standard of communication and a shaky respect.
She quickly retrieved her father's dirk from the place her mother had poorly hidden it under her bed. The respect for cold steel was probably healthier than the shaky type. Misty quickly checked her mother for harm, and finding none, tucked her into bed securely. Whatever the orc had given her was working; her wheezing snores were proof of that. Misty wondered how long it would last? Long enough for her to be fucked senseless, she imagined, and she knew that was exactly what would be happening. Her breath came out quivery and Misty became aware of the fact that she was frightened. She had to go back to her room and deal with an orc, which in and of itself was taboo and illegal, and the orc was the most lascivious person she had ever met.
However, that was not what frightened her. The law was always something she had skirted and although the consequences for getting caught were much greater it did not concern her overly. Nor did the fact that the orc was more than capable of overpowering and forcing her wherever and however he chose, but he would not. Misty could have been killed or kidnapped many times over by now, but she was not. She was not afraid of the orc, she was afraid of herself.
Misty was proud of the fact that all of her previous lovers had been friends or otherwise a traveler or wanderer she had shared a brief bond with. She only fucked people she actually liked. Over the years this had led to a coterie of boys who understood that Misty was not the type of girl who wanted exclusivity. She rarely slept with the same lad twice in a row and she did not play favorites. Of course some could or would not understand and this had led to jealousy and vows of undying love. Whenever this happened and they ignored Misty's protestations, the fellow would be taken aside by those who understood the rules and have them explained; sometimes less gently than others.
Misty had loved those years; the sex had been, on average, great. And besides Kentin, who was fortunately perpetually sexually unavailable, she had avoided any individual emotional attachments. Those years had passed, however, and her group of boys had adulthood and swords thrust upon them and been sent to fight in the Border wars. She doubted many if any would return home alive and the waste of it made her furious and the likely loss of their lives and the definite loss of her lifestyle filled her with despair. Kentin and Hen were good friends, but she did not think Kentin could change, and the township needed the dwarf more than Misty could feel comfortable asking for herself.
Then over a couple of days this orc barrels into her life. In the past, when she was horny she would take her pick, like shopping in the market, almost on a whim. Now she was hungry for only one specific piece of meat, her earlier fumble with Kentin non-withstanding, and the idea that only a single man could scratch the itch was terrifying to her. Misty had taught herself never to need any one person, especially for sex. Now the orc in the next room over was waiting for her and she wanted nothing more than to go to him, unequivocally him, and make him cum into or over her and leave him a ragged panting mess. And she still did not even know his name. Fuck.
She would just have to control the situation and herself, "Right," the girl said to herself, "I can do this."
Misty took the steps back to her room slowly, trying to be quiet on instinct and awkwardly aware of her nudity and arousal inspired flush. She grasped the hilt of the short sword tightly, not kidding herself that it would serve as any kind of protection; she even doubted a pair of fully armed guards would be much use either if she had any at hand. No, the dirk was a statement of intent and not, Misty hoped, a threat that the beast man might react badly to.
He had left the door ajar and was sitting on her bed, fiddling with his bag of cantrips. Misty hoped the sleep leaves were the worst of what he had brought and that he had some of the healing ointment for the aches she expected to wake with tomorrow morning. Slightly hunched and a look of mild boredom on his face, he looked almost normal, an everyday sight. As soon as he noticed her however, the bag was put aside and he was standing tall and proud moving with hunting cat grace. His lithe and supple muscles rested tightly underneath his dark and dappled skin, and his large, even when soft, penis that swung weightily with the sudden motion.
Misty's mouth actually watered and she suppressed a tremble, instead leaning casually as she could manage against the door frame, "Well, here we are again."
Eyeing her nakedness hungrily, the orc took a long stride towards her, yet Misty raised the blade she had secreted behind her back and said, "Ah ah. We'll be doing this my way."
The orc grunted in exasperation and she could have sworn he rolled his eyes despite the difficulty she had discerning his pupils. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to one side in an approximation of 'Well?'
She patted the flat of the blade against her shoulder and ordered, "Kiss."
The brute laughed once and softly, a rumble that almost made Misty smile. She resisted though, instead raising her chin haughtily and tapping her shoulder again.
Raising his hands in what Misty almost certainly knew was mock surrender; he approached in equally mock caution. He bowed his head low enough to give a brief peck of her shoulder blade. Misty had expected a move like this, however and caught the back of his head with the little purchase she could find with his short prickly hair and whispered conspiratorially in his ear, "You know 'Kiss' then?" Unwilling to wedge the short sword there she instead used a couple of fingers to briefly stroke the side of her throat, "Kiss."
This time the orc did not need encouragement to linger and planted a collection of warm moist spots that blossomed into hot tingles all over her neck. "Mmm, that's good. Here was me thinking Kentin might be able to bring me off, but that just seems silly now," she shakily sat the small sword against her breasts, "Kiss."
"Kentin?" the orc pronounced the name haltingly but understandably.
"Not important. Kiss." Misty demanded huskily, irritated that his lips were not on her skin.
Instead he interlinked his arms and lifted her, carrying her the few short steps to her bed; dropping her on her back there. "Kentin?" he said again.
"No." Misty stated forcibly, a little worried that the dangerous beast had latched onto the name. She needed to change the subject back to her body. She hunched her shoulders forward, framing and lifting her breasts and gave him the sulkiest pout she could manage, "Kiss?"
She could see the conflict in his eyes as he frowned down at her. His gaze flickered between her batting eyelids in challenge and the soft cherry capped mounds causing his eyes to grow hungry. Her nipples were puffed up and darkened with blood, unashamedly begging for attention. For a moment the two of them held their breaths as the silent battle was fought. Then the inevitable happened and his lips began surveying her generous bosom. Men are easy.
His tongue brushed a messy tapestry on her plush skin before the beast forcefully sucked at her breasts, stretching and pulling them. The girl sighed her approval at the orc's loss of restraint and whimpered when he bit her sensitive nubs. She scratched at his shoulders and spine as she arched her back for him and she felt the hot excitement of his erection pressed against her leg. His greedy supping of her tits sent delightful jolts through her body that once again coalesced in her womanhood. Misty needed to cum.
She tried pushed him downwards towards her sex. "Kiss my cunt," she hissed. However, the beast resisted and brought his mouth back up to her neck.
She brought the dirk up carefully in an endeavor to point it to her sex, "Don't tease me. I want you there. Kiss." The orc continued his feigned ignorance and instead took her wrists, the sword with them, and slowly but firmly put them over her head, spreading her taut.
Misty exhaled in exasperation and attempted to push him down again, yet he held her arms fast. He stopped her next complaint with a quick peck on the lips before he went back to her chest, lavishing it with attention she wanted focused elsewhere. She felt his hands working around her wrists and tried to twist to see what he was doing, becoming nervous. Then he distracted her.
The orc rubbed a palm firmly over her vulva, spreading her nether lips and leaving her thighs and pubic hair sodden with her arousal. She ground her hips against his hand scandalously, instantly heedless of his other hand that worked at her wrists. It was not her first mistake of the evening, but it was probably her worst. She reveled in the feel of his skin against her most tender place: it was leathery without being callous, rough without being overly abrasive. He worked a circle around her mons pubis, avoiding but directly teasing her clit. Before the frustration grew too much, his fingers found the axis of her pleasure and Misty gasped as she was wracked with a paroxysm of sexual gratification.
The girl was possessed by an urge to grab his cock. Sure, she wanted to control the sex and take her pleasure first, but she wanted to share her rapture. Mutual pleasuring was a big deal to Misty, it made the love making more intense and her partner deserved it, even if he was being an ass. His other hand was now cupping a breast so she should be able to -
Fuck. Her wrists were bound and tied to the bed and the sword was no longer in her grasp. On second thought, she hoped his dick fell off.
She strained against the binds, "Take this fucking thing off," she grated at the orc.
Misty was not necessarily against restraint games, just not with strange orcs whose names she did not know and whose sanity may be in question. She looked to each side, checking the ties. The beast had fashioned them from her own linen and the knots, though she was not an expert, felt and looked proficient. She should be able to tear herself free, but it would take time. The orc loomed above her and she did not know whether or not she had that time. No, this was too much.
"Stop."
If he understood, he feigned ignorance, testing the pliancy of her large breasts and spilling them back and forth. Misty attempted to twist away; the orc took the opening to grab her by the small of her back and lift her teats to his mouth. The girl growled in frustration, twisting further so that she was almost on her belly. The beast rumbled threateningly and pulled the girl back towards him; however instead of the soft feminine flesh he was expecting he received a hard feminine head butt to the chin.
He did not reel much, indeed she suspected that she had hurt herself more than the orc, however he did stop.
Quenching her fear, she said without quiver, "I told you to stop."
Time slowed as a hundred different grisly outcomes flashed through the girl's mind. What would he do?
The smallest upturn crossed his lips and he quickly turned his head away to hide what she could only assume was a smile.
"What the -", Misty was not sure if the smile hidden from her was hiding embarrassment or malicious intent.
The orc backed off, but remained on the bed. They were both silent and still for a long moment before he spoke, "Misty, not hurt."
"Not hurt." the orc repeated his reassurance.
The girl shook her head, "I want to trust you, but you're a big fucking scary magical water monster."
He shifted slightly, but otherwise said or did nothing in reply.
Another moment stretched by and she felt the cool air settling on her nudity. "Why do you want me so badly? You're mad to have come here."
The orc frowned, his eye ridges becoming twixt, "Not hurt?"
"You're a bastard, you know that?" she laughed lightly, "A fucking bastard."
She could not help but roam her eyes over his body as he sat there on his knees, on her bed. On her fucking bed! His penis was still firm, pointing towards her as if stretching towards her with a will of its own. His smooth chest, crowned with dark nipples, rose and fell in the rhythm of his deep breathing. Misty really wanted to leave some marks on him. Looking at his large strong hands and the restrained might in his limbs, she had the feeling it was likely to turn out the other way round. Nonetheless, she knew she had to have him; he was certainly trying not to hurt her. Barring any other surprises...
"Will not hurt, Misty." The orc managed with some obvious effort.
"Well, go on then," she dared the beast.
It took him a moment, but he got it, a wolfish grin tugging his lips.
She had been sweet talked by a monosyllabic monster. Well done, Misty.
Right, no more messing around, Misty had a tremendous urge to grind her body against her lover. She wanted to bite and suck and feel friction over every inch of her body. She tipped her head towards the binds that still held her,
"Take them off."
A flash of fervor glinted in his eyes and he reached up to finally comply. Misty reached up herself and bit the dark nipple opportunely presented to her. The orc flinched and rumbled deeply in his throat. He fumbled the knots as Misty replaced teeth with tongue to get a long awaited taste of the spicy musk of his sweat.
The beast grumbled as the tie confounded him in his distracted state. The girl encouraged the orc with another, harder, bite and she half recognized the resultant curse he spat out. The orc lost his patience and loudly tore the linen from its post.
They entwined as fast as was humanly and orcishly possible. Hard chest against soft breasts, hands squeezing shoulders and buttocks, thighs rubbing crotches.
The girl manically grabbed at his cock, clutching it as if it was the branch holding her over the abyss. His manhood was almost as slippery as wet soap, coated in their combined cum as it was. She clutched at his glans, letting the angry head slide messily between her fingers. She almost yowled when she felt his hand similarly busy with her sensitive pussy, parting her nether lips and delving his fingers inside. As she masturbated his heated girth with abandon he thrust and curled his fingers within her juicing vagina, roughly massaging her. Misty felt his other hand at her arse-hole and sucked in her breath sharply as a finger slipped in easily. The orc's mouth found a teat as his hands busied themselves with her pleasure and Misty's head rolled back as she was played like an instrument; plucked and sucked and blown.
She felt herself quickly approaching her peak, but did not want to take the plunge without her partner. Thankfully for them both, Misty had not relinquished her grip on the orc's dark cock and employed a technique to refocus his attention. The girl placed a thumb and two fingers over the head of his still lubricated solid member and pinched it hard, allowing the fingers to slide off.
The orc jolted at the uncomfortable pleasure and barely swallowed a yelp the second time. The third time, he took her hands away and growled powerfully in her face.
"Shut up and fuck me," she whispered back, parting her legs in challenge.
The water beast was more than up for the challenge, he was positively vertical. As he loomed above Misty, she felt the growingly familiar heart-skip of fear tinged lust and she briefly wondered whether or not she was becoming addicted to it and him. Her orc barely had to reposition in order to find his target and spear his willing prey. They both groaned passionately as their bodies joined once more. Her sex rejoiced at its penetration and she throatily spoke, "Don't hold back. Just fuck me."
She need not have worried as long build up and the tight embrace of her love mouth quickly drove him beyond reason and into bestial fervor. The orc's savage incursion within her was as terrifying as it was elating and she felt her long awaited orgasm building to its zenith.
"Oh fuck, yes!"
The pulse in her clit was pounding; this was going to be a big one.
"YES!"
She felt his seed splashing her insides and his jagged breath on her breasts and... nothing. She was so close, her cunt creaming for more.
"NO," she raised her hips, trying to get the last little bit of friction required for her release from torment, however the beast was already softening and the dopey grin on his face was not helping her mood either.
"No, you are not finished," she wriggled upwards whilst also pushing him down, her quim fluttered as his meat slipped out, and she took a shuddering breath as she shoved his head into her musky heat and demanded, "Kiss."
He grinned up at her from between her legs, so she slapped him hard round the back of his bristly head. The orc muttered something and she was about to tell him exactly and in explicit detail how much of a bastard he was, when his tongue found her hungry slit. Misty's head snapped back onto a thankfully present pillow and she clutched at his brown and green head, unable to find enough hair, she settled for the thick skin of his neck. He lapped deliciously away at her, flattening his tongue against her dark pink swollen inner labia and flicking against the hood of her clit. The girl twitched this way and that, her bliss building once more towards an explosive destiny. She thought she perceived his finger in her ass again, though that did not seem right as she was sure he had a hand on each of her thighs.
Unimportant, mashing vulva into face much more pressing matter, yes. The orc began to suckle her bud and she convulsed against him, her moans coming more freely and vociferous. As the pleasure coursed through her, she became aware that she probably should be cumming in her lover's face right now, it was the done thing. But she was not. Every time she felt the summit approaching, instead she found just more hill. Maybe she just needed more cock. That usually solved most of her problems.
She shakily and reluctantly pulled his face away from her tingling mound and shoved him onto his back. The orc licked at his own sodden face and looked up at her with those big black eyes. Misty wondered what was going on behind them even as she positioned herself to bestraddle him. She bore herself down upon his manhood and cried out as she filled herself with his length. After a brief pause to regain her breath, Misty established a haphazard pace with which to ride him. Through consummate force of will she plumbed herself on his thick cock, feeling the tension within her grow and grow. Her pussy lubricated copiously around him, delighted with the orc's hard, hot flesh. It was glorious, but she really needed to cum, why had she not cum?
"What did you do to me?" she gasped between stilted breaths, still fucking herself desperately with his heft.
The beast of course responded by starting to thrust back against her. Her eyes rolled back and she barely kept herself upright by planting her hands on his chest, the tension still coiling within her. Something was terribly wrong she realized, much too late.
"What did you do?" she hissed, knowing she was losing control of the situation and herself. A tear of dismay formed in her eye.
"Not hurt," he promised even as he tormented her with his cock.
Misty tried to use her remaining strength to pull herself away, yet the orc merely batted away her trembling arms and pulled her against him. Her breasts rubbing against his sweat covered chest brought more dominance to the terrible pleasure he inflicted upon her. His shaft continued sliding excruciatingly within her innermost core.
The last coherent sound she made that night was, "kill you."
She felt him pumping his cum into her again, her cry of joy turning to anguish as release evaded her still. He rolled her shuddering body off of him, but continued to work her vulva with his fingers, allowing her no respite.
The pressure built and built as he stoked the fire that had become her sex. She could not speak, she could not move and breathing had become a half remembered task, coming in stilted gasps. Her pussy wept freely, its juice mingling with the sweat and tears of her sexual torment. And still the pressure built.
Time began to blur as her nerves crackled and her senses frazzled. Misty was aware that he mounted her at least two more times. Firstly flipping over her jellified body and fucking her so deeply his oversized manhood bumped her insides into her diaphragm, making her hiccup.
The second time he flipped her again, and took her on her back, whispering words in her ear that she would not have understood even if they had been spoken in her native tongue. He languidly screwed her for what felt like eternities before once again emptying his thick cum into her core. After he pulled out, she barely noticed that he had reached between her ass cheeks and removed whatever it was he had placed there. That was until he brushed her clit with his thumb in the most fleeting of touches and she exploded.
Her excruciatingly delayed orgasm hit her with the force of a lightning bolt and she might as well have been hit by one. Every nerve in her body lit up like an inferno, every pore goose-pimpled and her sex clenched so hard it could have crushed rocks. All her muscles flexed simultaneously; her legs kicked, hands clenched, toes curled and back arched. She felt the orc's weight upon her, pinning her down so that she could do herself no harm, like for instance snapping her own spine as she convulsed in ecstasy. Misty desperately clung to her sanity as the pleasure consumed her, washing away everything else.
Must. Take. Revenge. She tried to spit at the orc's face, centimeters away as it was, but only succeeded in drooling, making her moans of rapture turn into gurgles. Come on, Misty, hold it together, and do not pass out. She forced her eyes open through her scrunched up face and tried to focus on the orc even though each thunderous heartbeat sent her vision swimming. If she could just ride this out... The beast lowered his mouth to a teat. Fuck.
FUCK.
Fresh waves of unbearable euphoria drilled into her and black spots danced before her eyes. She arched again mewling incoherently; this must be what going insane feels like. Losing control of body and mind she barely managed a gulp of air, keeping her awake that little bit longer. She desperately scrambled for an anchor, anything to steady her psyche. People and places flashed through her mind, each image shattered by a gush of orgasmic oblivion. Her mother cursing her. Hen chiding her. Kentin consoling her. She came again and again, wanting to die and never wanting it to end.
It did, however, end. And as she twitched and gulped air like a fish drowning in air, she noticed blearily that the orc had risen off her and had his back turned, busy with a pouch. Her jittering hand somehow found the hilt of her father's dirk and she grasped it with a mad fury. She shakily stood even as the aftershocks jerked her around like she had a puppeteer flicking her strings. She made an animal noise and lunged.
The last thing she remembered was the astonished look on the orc's face.
Such fight! The orc had carried Misty back to her bed, leaving her unconscious and setting aside a cup of water for her when she awoke. He collected his things and donned his hunting tunic, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief the whole time. He left via the window to test the strength of his legs after the extended love-making session. Love making? Had it been that? He had never been this attracted or frustrated by a human female before. And she had fought so beautifully...
He hit the ground and stumbled, using an arm to steady himself. Whatever it was, it was too dangerous, he was going to get himself and likely also the girl killed. It would be for the best if he left and returned home, as unappealing as that prospect was to him. He felt guilt at using the 'patience root' on Misty; it would be unlikely that she would forgive him. For the best, he repeated to himself. If she hated him, she would leave him alone. He probably should have not followed her home, however he had been unable to resist having her again, especially after the way she had left him.
He took a step and the leg held; good. The sun had yet to dawn; he still had time to get -
A noise. Fatigue forgotten he sprung towards the sound. If someone had seen him he would have to deal with them so they could not raise the alarm. He turned a corner and ran straight into a slight human man, little more than a boy. The human froze, paralyzed by fear.
The orc drew himself to his full height and snarled, hoping to scare him unconscious. Then he smelt it. Misty was all over the boy. Jealous fury filled the beast.
"Kentin."
Continued in Chapter 5
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