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Chapter eleven

Kai

D amn it, this was my idea . I couldn’t even tell Nash I didn’t want it this time, because I was the one who’d told him to come into the water with me.

But… fuck, I’d felt good all day. I spent so much of my life going from job to job, from thing to thing. Everything felt so…

Transitional. My jobs, my friends, the people I slept with. None of it was solid, or real .

The only constant in my life had been Rainn—nothing else had really mattered.

But today, even though it was weird and everyone was green … they all smiled at me while I helped them.

It felt like I was doing something right—like every little thing I’d ever learned to fix, every skill I’d ever picked up, had been for this moment.

That, and I’d felt something weird and ugly twist in my chest when I’d noticed Nash hugging that other man. He was big and broad and…

Yeah.

I didn’t get jealous… but up until a week ago, I also hadn’t got boners for dudes, so…

Live, laugh, love or whatever, right?

Did that apply to experimenting with monster sex?

Live, laugh, love… fuck an orc?

Sounded… plausible.

I was going to say yes.

My eyes stayed fixed on Nash as he slipped into the water, my body backing up of its own accord—I didn’t know why, but every instinct I had wanted me to run just so he’d chase me.

Wanted me to get caught.

Wanted—

“If I touch you, Little Mate, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop until I feel all of you. I want you too much to listen to reason.” Nash’s voice was a deep, rumbling growl, a warning laid out with all the flashing lights and caution tape I could possibly have asked for.

It was like him asking me to tell him no—for someone who’d abducted me and kept me tied to a bed against my will, he sure was a fucking consent king.

Kinda sexy, if I was being honest.

“If you keep talking, I’m going to change my mind. So why don’t you shut up and get in the water?”

His eyes flashed in the moonlight, and then he dove below the surface without warning.

For such a big guy, he was great at not making waves, and my eyes tried to focus on the dark shape of him beneath the glassy surface, but the moonlight dipped behind the clouds just as I caught sight of him.

Apprehension poured through my body, that same delicious slice of danger that kept pounding at my nerves to run run run.

Only this time it was swim swim swim, and I didn’t know what direction to go in. Nash’s warning of a random cliff drop-off played in the back of my mind, and by the time I figured it would probably be easier to head to the shore and hope that I didn’t traumatize the camp streaking back to his tent, it was too late.

Warm arms slid around my waist, and the heat of his mouth sliding over my dick in the cool water tore a shout from my chest.

My fingers dipped beneath the surface and found his hair, tangling in the strands where they floated in the water. My cock had already been half hard, even with the cool temperature of the lake. Enveloped in the heat of his mouth, I could feel myself go from half-mast to painfully stiff with a few practiced sucks.

Fuck, he was good at that.

And apparently, he wasn’t an orc… he was a goddamn fish. He stayed under the water, sucking me to the back of his throat and swallowing around me until my knees felt weak and I was pretty sure I was going to blow my load before I ever saw his face.

That would be better, wouldn’t it? If I wanted to keep acting like I didn’t want this, like I didn’t want him? Coming without seeing who was sucking me, I could pretend that it was just some hot chick…

With tusks.

It was shocking, the way I could feel them playing against my skin, but he was so gentle they never scratched or pierced the flesh. Of course, he’d had them his whole life… and I was getting the best blow job of mine from an orc . With a dick.

I probably couldn’t pretend anymore… but it was more than that.

I wanted more than this.

I wanted…

When his tongue flattened and licked along the base of my shaft again, the tip of it teasing into my slit, I let out a low groan and twisted my fingers into his hair, forcing him above the water. The only indication that he’d been struggling at all was the way he gasped for air, and maybe I was punishing him when I spilled forward and caught his mouth with mine before he had a chance to catch his breath… but whatever.

His broad arms wrapped around me, and he crushed me against him.

I want you too much to listen to reason .

Fuck, I wanted him too. It didn’t make sense, but maybe it didn’t have to. I was in some weird magic world. With some weird magic collar… and fucking orcs .

And I’d wanted Nash since the second I saw him. I could always explain it away later, but for now…

For now, I didn’t want to think at all. I just wanted to feel.

I pulled back from the kiss with a low groan, using the weightlessness of the water to wrap my legs around his waist. It lined our cocks up again, gave me purchase to writhe, to rock my hips against his frame.

Fuck, it felt good.

He felt good.

And then his arms around me were holding too tight for me to move.

“Wha—”

“I told you, I would have all of you.” He pressed his mouth to mine again, licking into me so I could taste the faintest hint of salt—my precum—painting his tongue. He leaned back just enough to growl against my lips. “All of you.”

Before I realized what was happening, he’d lifted me—apparently Nash didn’t need the weightlessness of anything to hold me, because he carried me bridal style out of the lake and laid me on the grassy shore. The chill of the night air felt good against my burning skin, against the way I was pretty sure the orc above me was using some kind of magic to light little fires all along my nerve endings.

The problem was, the fires were targeted—they’d burned away my free will, my self-defense, my totally straight thought processes. It was all ashes around my feet, cooling against the damp ground.

I looked at him through wet lashes and felt almost helpless as he crawled up my body, his broad frame easily making space for itself.

I half expected him to just do it then and there, to fuck me—shit, he’d probably break me in half, wouldn’t he? He still had his pants on, but it was pretty obvious from the wet outline of his hard cock that he was even bigger than that damn toy I’d bounced on.

“I—”

Nash stopped short of covering my body with his, instead skating his hands up along the back of my calves until he drew a little sound out of my chest when he pressed a kiss to my damp skin. I was pretty sure I couldn’t say it was a sound of protest anymore, especially when I spread my legs to give him better access as he trailed his mouth from my knee along my inner thigh.

Nothing had ever felt like this—it was a weird as fuck time to realize that fucking had been just like everything else. A thing I did because it was a thing you did.

It had never been…

This.

And this was apparently me letting out a shout that everyone back at the camp could probably hear, when Nash suddenly shoved my knees up hard enough to knock the breath from me and laved his tongue along my exposed hole.

“Oh shit, Nash. Wait, I—”

His fingers bit into my thighs and he pressed his mouth harder against me—and apparently wait meant “ I’m going to put my fingers in your hair and pull you against me like a fucking whore ” because that’s exactly what I did.

I’d had my cock sucked enough times to know that felt good, but I’d never had anyone eat my ass like they were having their last meal. Nash licked into me like he could find the center of me somewhere and force the word mate across that place so I couldn’t deny it. He worked his tongue against my hole until I was seeing stars, and the warmth of his mouth and slickness of his saliva had my cheeks drenched, had my thighs trembling.

It actually took me a bit to realize I was babbling nonsense.

“Fuck… I’ve never felt anything like… mmm… I… oh… mmfh. Nash . ” I moaned his name, and I knew I sounded like a complete slut doing it, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

The only thing I cared about was digging my fingers tighter into the warmth of his hair and wriggling my body down so I could rock my hips against the feel of his tongue as he stiffened the muscle and played against my entrance.

Another loud cry tore from my throat when he brought one hand up and wrapped it around my cock. The pressure of warm, calloused fingers wrapping around my length and stroking me in slow, sure movements was enough to make me dizzy.

It was enough that I knew I was going to completely lose my shit if I wasn’t careful.

And I…

Damn it, if I was going to do this, if I was actually going to let this happen.

“Nash, wait… wait, wait.” I tugged at his hair, and when he pulled back and I caught sight of his saliva slicked lips in the moonlight, I nearly forgot what I was going to ask him.

“You ask impossible things, Little Mate.” His voice was a low growl, rumbling all along my bones and making the thoughts that had been trying to form completely fly out of my head. “I want to work you open with my tongue. I want to make you release all over my fingers so I can fuck it back inside you. I want to open you up so you can ride me right here in the moonlight. I want—”

Dirty. Absolutely filthy, fucking dirty bastard. I knew exactly what I wanted.

“Lie back.”

My voice was a firm demand, even though I realized I sounded completely wrecked. When he didn’t move, I shifted forward, shoving him hard—I wondered again if he’d only been with small, delicate people before. The sudden tackle sent him flying back, and I heard it when the air knocked from his chest. I would have felt guilty about it if I didn’t know what I was going to do.

If I didn’t know that I was about to cross every line of the “ I’m totally straight ” barrier I’d erected… well… yeah. He was getting the good end of the deal, even if he didn’t realize it.

“Kai?” His voice was a question, but he didn’t stop me when I found the string to his breeches and pulled it open, and all he did was wiggle his hips up and lift them so I could peel the wet fabric down his body. If I were back in the human world and with someone I’d been vehemently insisting I was straight to, they’d probably ask me if I was sure.

They’d pull me back and look me in the eyes, touch base and touch grass and all that shit.

But not Nash.

He looked at me like I’d finally opened a window and let him see the stars for the first time in his life. He didn’t question me, but he did spread his legs for me when I kneeled between them.

Of course… knowing that I wanted to touch his dick and seeing it in front of me were two different things.

He was big.

Huge.

Bigger than anything I’d ever seen, and that was saying something since I’d seen Rainn’s dildo collection.

He was like those videos that people made on the internet where women made fun of cock-size descriptions in books because they were impossibly big. He was…

“Oh, fuck it,” I grumbled, because he was long and thick, a deep green that blushed darker at the end… and I suddenly realized that I’d probably die if I didn’t at least try to get him into my mouth.

With how big he was, those may very well have been the last words of a very, very stupid man.

I dropped down, running my hands up his thighs slowly, like that could somehow help me figure out what I was doing. When I hesitated above his cock, biting my lower lip, Nash’s fingers spilled through my hair—he took his cock in one hand, wrapping his fingers around his length so I was suddenly left with a much, much more manageable amount.

It was still really thick.

And still… a dick.

Which I’d never had in my mouth.

So…

My eyes rolled up to meet his, and the heat, the need, the desire and want on his face was enough to get me almost as drunk as the feel of his saliva still slicking between my ass cheeks.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

I wanted him to look at me like that while I strangled myself on his cock.

I took a deep breath and trailed my fingers up, cupping his hand where he was holding himself with both of mine, and then parted my lips and dipped my head down.

The first taste of him was unexpected—warm, wet from the water, a little salty from the sweat that hadn’t washed from his skin. He tasted…

Good.

Good enough that I lolled my tongue out and lapped experimentally along the head of his cock, the slit at his tip… and above me I heard him let out a low string of words that I didn’t understand. I’d have to ask him what he said later, because I was suddenly too entranced with the task in front of me.

This was like the Mount Everest of dicks, and I really loved a good challenge.

Without hesitation, I opened my mouth wide and took as much of him as I could between my lips. As soon as he hit the back of my tongue, my throat spasmed and I felt myself gag.

Well shit, that didn’t happen in the books. Wasn’t I supposed to be the absolutely amazing virgin who had no gag reflex?

Superpower: sucking dick.

I… realized I really didn’t care when Nash let out another low rumbling growl and the taste of precum hitting my tastebuds was fed to me as a reward.

I groaned at the flavor of it and pulled off his cock until nothing but the tip of my lips were on the head again… then I dove back down. This time, Nash’s hand pumped his length, rising up to meet me so I didn’t have to take him quite as deep. He was teaching me how to suck his dick without saying a single fucking word, and his hand in my hair was a gentle guide so I could find a rhythm that left me room to breathe, even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I sucked him until my jaw was aching and I wondered if I was going to be able to talk the next day. When he started to groan, I figured talking was overrated. When another burst of precum hit my tongue, I guessed that maybe I could just get so drunk on the taste of him that talking didn’t matter at all.

And then suddenly, I was moving.

I was not used to being manhandled, but I was too focused on my task to properly pull back and fight. Once I realized what was happening, fighting was the last thing on my mind.

Nash lifted me and flipped me around, so my face was still pressed to his cock but my hips were straddling his shoulders.

I didn’t have to ask him what he was doing this time. It was pretty obvious when the heat of his breath hit my length and he suddenly swallowed me whole.

If I’d had any brain cells left, I might have wondered if he was the magical main character with no gag reflex. I didn’t have any, though, because he was sucking the few that I possessed straight out through my dick, and I had to use the little awareness I had to lower my head so I could take him back into my mouth.

I did the best I could, wrapping both of my hands around the thickness of his shaft and pumping him in time with the motion of my mouth the way he’d shown me. It wasn’t perfect, and I was still a drooling, gagging mess on his cock, but none of that mattered with the taste of him on my tongue and the feel of him sucking me off like he wanted to strip me of my soul with the orgasm he was trying to pull out of me.

It wasn’t his tongue playing against my slit that pushed me over the edge. It wasn’t the way the feel of his mouth was tight and hot, perfect in every fucking way. It wasn’t even the scrape of his tusks against my pelvis, sending little flitters of chills up and down my spine that did it.

It was when he lifted his hand and trailed one finger between my cheeks, pressing against my hole with just enough strength that the tip of his digit slid inside.

The sensation tore along my body and made my mind instantly picture what it would be like if he was fucking me—if he was splitting me open. If he was doing exactly what he said he would and filling me so full of cum that I’d be leaking it, that my stomach would be swollen with it…

I wanted him to breed me until I couldn’t see straight, until I couldn’t walk. Until I really believed in magic, and that things like fated mates existed.

I wanted him to own me.

And that thought was what made me come on a shout that forced my hips to stutter and buck into his mouth. The splash of my cum against his tongue apparently destroyed whatever self-restraint Nash had left, because he took me to the back of his throat and swallowed around me… and then his cock in my mouth gave a twitch and flooded me with the taste of him.

Hot, liquid, warm on my tongue… and fuck.

More than I thought.

More than should have been possible… but…

Well, shit, he was huge, wasn’t he? Which meant he had a bigger load than anything I’d ever worked up.

It spilled past my lips, down my throat. It choked me when I tried to swallow, slipped from the edges of my mouth even though I tried to keep it all in. He completely flooded me, and I was so drunk on the taste of him and the feel of the whitehot pleasure ripping along my entire body that I couldn’t think straight. I could barely process how hard he was, how his cock just seemed to get thicker beneath my hands the longer I licked and choked and tried to breathe through his orgasm.

Fuck… Could you drown in cum?

Was I about to be the first person I knew who died from jizzphyxiation?

Maybe.

But what a way to go.

Nash’s hips rocked a few more times before he flipped me over again, and I didn’t have any bones left in my body to fight him. They’d all gone liquid—he’d sucked me dry. I just went where he put me, my shoulders hitting the grass, my body loose and floating. My vision was blurry, and I was faintly aware that there was cum on my cheeks, my chin. Probably dripping down my neck.

I was also faintly aware that Nash was still sucking my cock, licking along the place where my thighs hit my pelvis, nosing over my balls… and then bringing his tongue back up to lick my shaft again like he intended to get every last drop of pleasure possible.

I was staring up at the sky and wondering if we had the same stars when he trailed warm kisses up along my stomach, and a low groan tore from my lips when his mouth found my neck.

He licked the mess I’d made from my throat, then moved to my cheeks, kissing and sucking, licking me clean…

And when he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me, I could taste the difference as he fed me back our combined pleasure.

He was warm and spicy… and I was all salt and musk.

And fuck, we tasted good together.

When I moaned into his mouth and caught myself sucking on his tongue, I finally slapped Nash’s chest to push him back.

I wasn’t even sure I was trying to stop him, really. I just needed a second to learn how to breathe again.

And lying there, waiting for my heart rate to return to normal, I realized something. It was a big something, but it was something I couldn’t really deny anymore.

As much as I’d tried to fight it…

And as much as I was positive it had been something weird that Nash was doing to me…

Fuck, I wasn’t sure I could blame the mind-blowing orgasm I’d had on stealing a sex toy anymore.

“Okay. Probably not dildo-thief karma.” I murmured the words against Nash’s chest, and his fingers running through my hair were the only thing that managed to lift my gaze to meet his own.

“What?”

The confusion in his voice reminded me that he probably had no idea what a dildo even was, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell him about the way I’d stolen an orc-shaped cock off the porch once and rode it like my life depended on it. Honestly, I probably should have realized—when that was the best orgasm of my life—that I liked dick.

Or, orc dick?

Was it possible to be orc- sexual?

Of course, that dick had nothing on Nash, so…

“Nothing… I just…” I lifted my gaze, searching his face with a soft sigh. “I guess… maybe…”

At my reluctance, he lifted one hand, running his fingers gently through my damp hair. “Maybe what?”

I dropped my head down, nuzzling against his neck so I could speak my words against his skin like it would somehow make it better. “Maybe I’m not so straight after all.”

With the taste of his cum on my tongue and my ass still dripping with his saliva, it was probably one of the most obvious statements I’d ever made in my life.