“You feel so good, Bee,” my Orc said in a sexy growl, his tusks bared and lips slick with saliva.

“Yeah, same.” I clenched my ass half-heartedly, hiding my grin at his neck.

Kjartan lightly spanked my backside, then rubbed the sting away.

Oh fuck yes.

“Do that again if you want me to keep going.”

“Ugh no, I need a timeout to think about what I’ve done. And to sleep.”

“Have you been a naughty boy, Beryl?”

I straight up moaned, my cock twitching against his abs.

RIP me. Where did that dirty mouth come from?

“Gods, Kjartan. I wished I still had the stamina to go down that road with you.” I leaned closer to lick a hot strip up his throat. “Because damn, babe. I’mdefinitelya naughty boy and need to be put in my place.”

His dick mirrored mine and jerked inside me. Kjartan spanked me again.

“Oh yes, you do. But not right now,” he whispered, pulling my head back to kiss me. “Let’s get you nice and clean, and then we’ll go to sleep.”

“Spanking is not off the table. Just so we’re clear. It’s so hot.”

Kjartan chuckled and kissed me again. Then he picked me up and carried me into his bathroom, his cock still inside me. Afloodof his cum left my body when Kjartan pulled out of my ass and set me down in the shower.

So hot.

We cleaned up, making out lazily under the warm spray. It was a tight fit but we managed. Then, we curled up under his duvet. I barely had time to kiss him goodnight before I was out.

***

“Good morning, Vindur,” Kjartan whispered, caressing my face with gentle fingers. “I…”

He broke off. I cracked open an eye, swooning just a little when I saw the soft smile on his lips.

“What were you about to say?”

He shook his head to dismiss it.

“Tell me, gorgeous.” I slipped my arm over his hip and pulled myself closer to his body. “Mmm, you’re so warm.” I stroked his back.

“I wanted to say that I like waking up next to you, but I didn’t want to scare you off,” he murmured into the pillow.

“Oh, it takes more than making me swoon to drive me away.” I nuzzled my face into his chest, trailing fluttering kisses up his throat. “In fact, I plan on staying in this bed with you until I’ve had your big, fat cock inside me and you’ve filled me up again.”

“Oh, Gods, Beryl.” With a groan, Kjartan brought us around, pushing my thighs apart and frotting his rapidly hardening length to mine. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you talk like that?”

“Not at all?” I told him sweetly. “Grab the lube and prep me, darling.”

Later in the shower, with that freshly fucked smile plastered to my face, it dawned on me that I’d never been fucked like that before. My inner voice was silent for the first time in my life. I had nothing to do, nowhere to be, no sixty tabs open with eight of them playing random songs.

I was sated, and I never wanted to feel any other way.

The question of what we would do when we were both showered and dressed hovered in the space between us.

I should probably leave.