Page 46 of Horn in My Side

“Ah, no wonder. My dad and I went all the time. We loved it.” It was the only time she had actually seen her father relax and have fun.

In the early days when they’d first arrived in the US , he’d been so stressed about money and paying off the debt he’d incurred to come here and saving for the future.

But when they were out in the woods, with just a fire and a tent, he could disconnect and not worry so much.

“Speaking of which, have you spoken to your dad? About your abilities?”

“Uh, no, actually.” She picked off an imaginary piece of lint from the front of her yoga pants.

“I’ve been busy, and he picked up some extra night shifts these past couple of weeks.

” She waited for him to reply, but he remained silent, thankfully.

While what she said was true, it was a weak excuse.

There was no reason for her not to call her father, except that she was dreading the outcome of that conversation.

They stood side by side, enjoying the view for the next few minutes. Jasmine stretched her arms above her and yawned. “Oh Mother Goddess, my muscles are gonna be so sore tomorrow. Let’s go back. You must be hungry. I’ll make breakfast, it’s the second-best part of camping.”

“Yeah, I’m hungry all right.” His gaze dipped down to her breasts, which had been pushed up by her sports bra. “But for something else.”

“Mal—” He swooped down and kissed her. “I’m sweaty and dirty,” she protested.

“And?” He reached down to grip her ass, pulling her to him. “I need you, Jasmine.” His erection rubbed against her and little shocks of pleasure zoomed all the way to her core. “Now.” Slipping a hand between them, he cupped her pussy through her yoga pants, his clawed finger teasing at the slit.

“Now?” Moisture gathered between her legs at the thought. “Here?”

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “This is my pussy, and I’ll take her wherever and whenever I want.”

She bucked against him. “It’s yours. Do what you want with it.”

He spun her round, so she faced away from him. A clawed finger slid between the spandex of her yoga pants and her skin, moving lower. “No panties, huh?”

She nodded. “I pack light.”

“Or you were hoping I’d fuck you during this hike.

” The warmth of his breath tickled her neck.

“Lovely, lovely pussy of mine.” His large hand covered her entire mound, the pads of his fingers teasing her at her swollen clit.

“So wet already.” He dipped in ever so carefully inside her, spreading the wetness around her lips.

“Do you want me, Jasmine? Want this?” His massive erection pressed against her back, the ridges rubbing at her skin.

When did he even take it out of his pants?

“Oh, yes, Mal. Please.”

“No need to beg, ashak’a .” He licked at her neck. “I’ll give you what you want.” Circling his hand around her waist, he walked her forward a few steps, to the closest tree up ahead. Taking her hands in his, he braced them against the large trunk, the bark rough against her palms.

“Such a beautiful ass,” he murmured as he peeled her yoga pants down her thighs.

“Mal, hurry,” she whined.

“We can take our time.” He lifted one leg to slip the pants off, then the other. “There’s no one else around. You can even scream as loud as you want.”

She wouldn’t dare; her voice would echo down the valley.

“Mal—yes!” A tongue licked at her from behind as claws dug into her skin.

He mouthed at her, his tongue fluttering around her folds and teasing at her hole.

When he growled against her, she almost came right then, though really, she was halfway there.

Only a few more seconds of teasing, licking, and sucking and she was shaking like a leaf as her orgasm ripped through her.

The tip of Mal’s cock prodded against her, spreading the slick, natural lube all around her.

Jasmine had never been more glad at how different he was, because in this instance, it worked to her advantage.

Still, she had to relax her muscles as he moved inside her.

She bit at the back of her palm as those amazing ridges massaged her inner walls, making her shudder and grow even wetter.

A hiss escaped her mouth as she pushed back at him.

“Patience,” he cooed. “You’ll have what you want.” The friction of his ridged cock dragging back had her bracing herself in anticipation. When that first thrust came, she let out a loud moan.

He began slowly, rocking into her in small movements. However, when she met his thrust with her own, he sped up. His swift, pounding strokes had her heart racing along. Something tugged at her scalp—Mal had wrapped her braid around his hand and pulled, and she nearly came from the sensation.

Her entire world reduced to this moment, his cock moving in and out of her, his guttural moans, and their skin slapping together. The orgasm came quick and powerful, as it always did from this position.

“Mal!”

He slowed his thrusts, knowing how sensitive she was after coming. She whooped as he pulled out, spun her round, and picked her up. He faced away from the tree, leaned back on it, and then planted her on his cock.

Thank the Mother Goddess for sports bras with zip fronts as Mal easily released her breasts from their confines. Cupping them together, he took both of her nipples inside his mouth at the same time, his mouth tusks grazing against her soft skin.

His powerful thighs did most of the work, pounding upwards and bouncing her on his cock.

Hot curls of bliss unfurled inside her, building up and sending her further and further to the edge.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she once again lost the ability to think or breathe as Mal wound her up tighter and tighter with every thrust.

“Mal . . . Mal . . .” She dug her fingers into his hair, her nails scraping into his scalp in that way that drove him crazy.

Mal roared, his entire body tensing. Somehow, he managed to jerk up into her faster, harder.

Her knees dug into his hips as her third orgasm of the morning cleaved through her.

Her inner walls clasped at him tightly, the thick ridges pulsating against them as he came.

Despite his body shuddering with aftershocks, he managed to hold them up.

He let out a deep sigh, kissed her roughly, then nuzzled at her neck.

“If this is what camping is like,” he panted, “we should go all the time.”

She threw her head back and laughed.

After righting themselves, they hiked back to their campsite where Mal fried up eggs and bacon in a cast-iron pan for breakfast. The rest of the day was spent relaxing, with Jasmine reading a book while Mal took some of the extra firewood they’d brought and practiced his carving skills.

In a few hours, he’d made a toy shaped like a bone for Clawdia—which he fireproofed with a simple spell—and a figurine of the hatchling herself, which he gave to Jasmine.

“It’s beautiful,” she gasped. “You captured her perfectly.” Clutching it to her heart, she smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

That evening, after a quick dinner of burgers and fried potatoes, they went to bed early as they planned to leave before dawn and head straight to Fantastic Tails to open up.

The next day, as they pulled into the driveway of the house, Jasmine noticed an unfamiliar red sedan parked in front of the house. “Are you expecting any visitors?”

His eyebrows drew together as he too spotted the car. “No. Are you?”

“Nuh-uh.”

Cutting off the engine, he unbuckled his seatbelt. “Might be someone visiting the neighbors. That older couple across the street has a passel of adult kids and grandchildren. Someone’s always coming over.”

Jasmine followed Mal out of the truck. As he lowered the tailgate to start unloading their camping gear, she noticed the red car’s driver and front passenger door open. “Mal?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know them?” She pointed at the two figures lumbering toward them.

“Know who—”

“Mal! Yoohoo, Mal!”

Mal froze, then spun round, his eyes growing wide with surprise and recognition.

From their towering statures and their vibrant green skin, there was no doubt the two elderly individuals approaching them were orcs.

The male one was about a few inches shorter than Mal, completely bald, with a stockier build and a stomach paunch that hung low on his torso.

The female stood at the same height, her thick dark hair arranged into a network of braids down her shoulders and her skin a darker shade of emerald.

The wrinkles around her eyes and mouth deepened as her face lit up with a smile, her purple eyes sparkling.

“Oh, son.” She pulled Mal into an embrace. “I’ve missed you so.”

“Mom? Karak?”

Son? Jasmine’s eyes ping-ponged from Mal to the woman who clung to him.

Mal looked at the male. “What are you guys doing here?”

The male—Karak—grunted. “We were in the area, thought we’d stop by. Morlak tried calling you, but you weren’t answering.”

“What do you mean, ‘in the area’? You live all the way in Vermont.”

Morlak released Mal. “Yes, there was—” She stopped short as she finally noticed Jasmine. “Oh, hello there,” she greeted.

“Mom, Karak, this is Jasmine,” Mal introduced. “My girlfriend.”

Her heart stumbled over itself, doing a somersault before it managed to recover. “H-how do you do, ma’am. Sir.”

“Girlfriend?” Morlak’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, then the widest smile broke on her face. “Mal, you didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend.”

“It’s, uh, very new,” Jasmine stammered. So new, in fact, that this was the first time she was hearing it herself. “Ma’am, I—” Oxygen cut off from her lungs as she was enveloped in the tightest hug she’d ever gotten.

“Mom, you’re suffocating her.”

Morlak let go and Jasmine could breathe again. “Apologies, I just got so excited. It’s been a while since Mal introduced a female to—”

“Mom,” Mal interrupted. “You were about to tell me what you were doing here.”