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Aldronn

May’s heat barely wraps the head of my cock, and she’s already climaxing, the fluttering of her entrance making me grit my teeth to hold on to control as my balls tighten.

Fuck. I’m not coming like some untried teen before I’ve even entered her!

And I’m especially not coming before I make her orgasm again, wrapped tight around my length.

Her body shakes, and I increase my hold on her wrists and pick up her leg, pulling her knee higher and opening her wider for me.

The vibrations of the stud thrum through me where it connects to the base of my cock, adding to my pleasure. My bride is certainly full of surprises. No one’s ever turned my stud into a second erection. I haven’t even heard rumors of such, and with the way men can talk when all alone, I’m certain I would have. It seems some humans might be more sexually adventurous than orcs, and my moon bound is one of them. What a happy discovery!

Goddess, the thought of almost losing her today is unbearable. To think I might never have tasted her, never have felt her orgasm. To think we would never have this utter perfection.

Magic shivers through the air, May’s crystal flaring to life. I open my mouth to protest that she’s not recovered enough to use her powers, when utter bliss slams into me, stealing my breath.

Pleasure, flowing in waves, washes over me, almost as if I’m coming. But I haven’t yet. This isn’t my climax—it’s May’s.

Her brown eyes shine in the light of the magical mushrooms, lovely pools of desire I would willingly drown in. I ride the sensation with her, reveling in knowing I brought her to this, I gave her this joy.

As soon as it ebbs enough that I can move, I thrust forward, the tight heat of her core gripping me with a delicious pressure that makes me groan. The sensation is doubled when I feel how much she’s enjoying the stretch of my size.

“Fuck, he’s huge!”

“All for you,” I growl, plunging deeper. “You’re the reason I’m this hard. It’s all from wanting you.”

Her gasps drive me wild, her inner muscles clenching with each one.

May’s hands wrench against my grip, and I drag her arms even higher until her back arches off the rock, her entire body pulled taut as a bow.

She moans, loving it.

“Look at you, so wet and ready for me, spreading your legs wide.”

My stud continues to vibrate, the length of the magical cock shaping itself so it thrums over her clit and her entire mound.

Deeper and deeper I thrust, the wet heat of her the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt. I want to fuck her like this for the rest of my life, spend my days and nights buried in her sweet depths, only emerging to lick her again.

A laughed gasp escapes her. “You’ve got stamina, I’ll give you that. But I think even the mighty orc king needs to eat every once in a while.”

“Did you not read my mind?” I smirk down at her and lick my lips. “I can still taste you, and you taste fucking delicious. I definitely plan to ‘eat’ regularly.”

My hips slam forward, and she moans, the pleasure spiraling through us both. It bounces back and forth, building between us in something her mind whispers is called a “feedback loop.”

I don’t give a damn what it’s called, too caught up in the amazing feeling. This is yet another delight my bride brings me, her power taking sex to heights of pleasure I never imagined possible.

“How do you like my dirty, filthy mind now?” I smirk.

Another laugh, her joy so infectious I chuckle as well. I don’t know that I’ve ever laughed in bed before, ever wanted to. Sex has been lust, and sex has been duty—the search for a queen never far from my thoughts—but it’s never been this. It’s never been joy.

Until her.

“May,” I groan, thrusting forward. “My little queen. My bride.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“No.” I plunge all the way into her, our bodies slapping together. “You are mine.”

Her eyes narrow, but she can’t hide the ripple of delight that goes through her at my words.

So I keep going.

“My moon bound.” Thrust. “My bride.” Thrust. “My queen.” Thrust. “My May.” I hold deep within her at this last, rocking my hips, grinding us together. The overwhelming sense of filling and being filled cycles between us, growing with each second.

“You are mine .”

My balls tighten, and May gives one of her delightful wiggles, moving around my cock.

“Aldronn, please,” she says.

“Admit it,” I order. “Admit you’re mine.”

My bride’s stubborn look crosses her face for a moment, then immediately dissolves with the next thrust. Her muscles clench tight around me.

“Feel that? Feel how much you want my cock inside you, taking you?”

She gasps, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as I pound into her.

“Now tell me you’re mine .” Command rings through my voice.

“I’m yours.” The words are a quiet whisper, barely discernable over the sound of falling water, but they’re the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.

I bury my cock in her, over and over, needing to be as deep as possible, to take her so fully I leave a permanent mark on her soul.

As she’s already marked mine.

Pleasure pulses through our telepathic bond, May’s need building to match mine. She makes the sweetest little pants, a series of half-formed words tripping off her tongue, all of them meaning only one thing—more.

I hold out just a little longer, loving the needy whine in her voice. Each thrust takes our pleasure higher until I feel like I might burst from my skin. The base of my cock tingles with another new sensation—my knot ready to swell, to lock me to my mate.

Her next plea is mental, her mouth too busy sucking down quick breaths, her gasps driving me wild. “Aldronn, I already begged!”

She did at that.

I lift her higher, her butt coming off the ledge until she’s pinned to the rock by my cock. I pound into her, our bodies slapping together in a celebration of joy and pleasure and life.

“Oh, god, Aldronn!” May’s mental voice echoes in my head as her wordless scream fills my ears.

The feel of her orgasm crashes over me at the same time her inner muscles clamp tight around my length, squeezing like a pulsing fist.

I hang on for several moments, letting her ride out her climax. Then my steely control snaps. Dropping her hands, I reach for her ass, holding her steady as I yank backward. My cock slaps against her stomach, and my hips snap forward, sandwiching my length between her hot skin and my vibrating stud.

I roar. Lightning flashes down my spine and through my balls to pour out of my cock in a fountain of pleasure that splashes both our chests and coats the underside of May’s chin. The vibrations of the stud only add to the pleasure as my knot swells.

My bride’s mouth falls open in an expression of pure delight as she experiences my orgasm. She wiggles and squirms, sending aftershocks through my knot.

“Oh, god, what is that?” Her hands stroke over the swelling at the base of my cock, her gaze fascinated. She bites her lip, and my hips jerk.

Fuck. I want her again.

My bride grins and pulls me forward, grinding her sweet wetness against my knot.

“Enough.” My hands tighten on her ass as I lift her and turn to walk back to the edge of the pond.

“No.” She gets that stubborn look on her face, the one that makes me want to nip at her lips and give her something better to do with that mouth. Her legs lock around my waist, her hands clinging to my shoulders. “I don’t want to stop.”

“You don’t have to stop, my little queen, but you do need soft dry furs instead of water-splashed rock.”

“So bossy,” she huffs, undulating on my knot, making these tiny grunts of effort as she grinds against me.

By the goddess, if I thought my bride’s gasps were hard to resist, these new sounds are sure to undo me!

Finding the gentlest incline possible, I climb from the pond, unwilling to let her go. Away from the glowing mushrooms that light up the falls, it’s dark in the clearing. My eyes adapt rapidly as I stride for the tent.

May gives an impatient whine when I crouch by the saddlebags.

“Hush,” I say. “You’ll like this.”

“So bossy.”

I pull out a glow stone and ignite its golden light, then toss it into the tent. I peel her from me and shove her in after it. “You love it.”

She huffs out a breath but offers no further denial.

I follow her into the tent, settling on my back. Then I pick her up and make her straddle me.

One of my moon bound’s hands lands on my chest as she lifts over me, gripping my cock with the other. A look of the most wonderful determination covers her face as she bites her lip and lowers onto me.

My stud begins to vibrate, its silver cockhead pressing against her sensitive nub.

There’s no hesitation in my brave bride. She impales herself on my cock. Stopped when she hits the knot, May grinds against it.

The wet heat of her sears through me and makes my hips jump.

“Fuck, you feel exquisite,” I groan. “Ride me, my little queen. Ride my cock.”