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Beryl

K jartan let go and stuffed me even more.

The idea that by now my stomach bulged with his release turned me feral. Well, at least my mind. My body was all heavy limbs and slack muscles.

If I didn’t have to shower and use the bathroom, I would have just gone to sleep straight away.

“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’m definitely a 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. A flood of 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.

Kjartan took a deep breath, reached out, and linked our fingers.

“Do you want to have breakfast with me before you go home?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” I told him, grinning at my feet.

A few minutes later, we strolled down the high street holding hands until we reached the cosiest cafe I had ever seen.

‘Hilda’s Coffee Shop’ was a bit dated but had so much potential.

“Oh my goodness, I adore this place.”

“So do I.” Kjartan gave me the cutest fucking smile ever. A bit shy and—nobody would ever hear me say it out loud—loving. It was like when you held your face in the sun after an endless winter and felt its warmth and a hope of spring bloom in your heart.

You’re pathetic, Bee.

But who the fuck cared? I was pathetically falling for this guy, had been from the evening he had met me at that bus stop. And perhaps he saw a bit of that in my eyes as we sat down at a table in the corner, our hands finding each other on the table top.

“Their sweet breakfasts are great. I’ve never tried the savoury ones, but I think they’d be good, too.”

“So you have a sweet tooth?” I had guessed he did when his face had lit up at my description of the Brewtiful .

“Couldn’t you tell?” He leaned in, that smile on his face again, and kissed me.

Maybe not pathetic. Just crushing so hard.

“I had an inkling,” I whispered into the kiss.

We ordered the same breakfast, porridge with a fruit topping, cinnamon, and dark chocolate shavings. It was fucking delicious.

“I’m shocked this place is so empty,” I told Kjartan when he had paid for us and we were back outside. And after I had thanked him for inviting me.

Thoroughly .

I usually wasn’t the kind of person to show a lot of affection in public, but I needed to hide the bulge in my trousers, and Kjartan drew me in.

I was too chicken to suggest we go back to his place and do something about our mutual erections.

I doubt he wants me to stay any longer.

“Hilda is old, and I think most of the people are thrown off by the ugly outside.” Kjartan cupped my nape, stroking the sensitive skin behind my ears with his thumb and forefinger.

He’s so huge compared to me.

“She’s going to close the place at the end of the year.”

“Ugh, that’s so sad.” I hugged him around the waist.

“I know. I have breakfast here quite often, and the only other cafe is a soulless Bean Me Up over by the station.”

Kjartan gasped when my semi-hard cock brushed against his leg.

“I feel dumb for wanting to ask you to stay here for a couple more hours,” he told me in an undertone. “I’m not ready to let you go.”