Page 11 of My Orc Pen Pal (Mated to the Monster: Season 3)

Akhmim

“Wait,” I commanded sternly, holding my hand up to stop my new wife from entering her— our house. “I’ve seen enough romcoms—well, watched them with you—to know how this is supposed to be done.”

Rosemary glanced at me in confusion, but when I bent to scoop her up in my arms, her squeal turned to laughter. Kicking her feet, she threw the arm holding her bouquet over my shoulders and laughed as I carried her up the stairs and over the threshold.

“You can put me down now,” she giggled, but I kicked the door shut and marched right into the bedroom.

“And miss the opportunity to cuddle with my wife? Never.”

“Wife,” she sighed, pressing her cheek to my shoulder. “ Have I mentioned how handsome you look in your suit?”

“I don’t know why I even bothered having Karnak tailor it for me. Everyone was too busy looking at you , my love.”

Our wedding had been small, hosted in her parents’ backyard, and catered by various friends and family. We’d planned it in a relatively short amount of time, but even then, I’d learned so much about human wedding traditions I hadn’t known.

For instance, the whole bride’s side and groom’s side ? I thought that would mean a lopsided wedding, since she was the one welcoming me to her family. But it turned out that the groom’s side of the aisle was populated by all the Eastshore orcs and their Mates. My family.

That had choked me up for a minute, let me tell you.

But when Rosemary had stepped out of the house with her mother on one arm and her father on the other? I forgot about everything else, including my name.

She’d been stunning. Her hair flowed around her shoulders; her smile had been radiant. And her gown, the gown she’d “whipped up,” had been flattering, unique, and beautiful, just like her.

“I love you,” I murmured, staring down at her. “Thank you for choosing me.”

My Mate scoffed and smacked my shoulder. “I just wanted to talk to an orc, and you were the only one who would answer my questions on MonsterSmash, instead of wanting something kinky. ”

“Yes, but once I met you in person, kinky is all I could think about.” I waggled my brows. She snorted and smacked me again.

“Help me out of this dress, and we’ll see how kinky we can get.”

Well, with that promise, I set her down immediately. We did not, however, rush through the undressing process. First of all, because this was a beautiful, one-of-a-kind gown, and I would never want to wrinkle it, much less tear it with my ungainly claws. Second of all, because I loved unwrapping my Mate like a special present.

By the time we were both naked, and I’d spent the whole time kissing and teasing each inch of skin that was revealed, the air in our bedroom was thick with the scent of her arousal.

“Are you ready to christen the bed?” she asked, waggling her brows.

After weeks of squeezing into her bed, we’d finally moved my furniture out of storage. Her bed was in the second bedroom, which would become my permanent office, and my bed… I couldn’t wait to spread out, to roll around with her in it.

But first things first.

With a rumble low in my chest, I placed Rosemary gently on the bed and knelt at the edge. Chuckling, she scooted into position, knowing what I wanted, and eager for it herself. When I reached for her legs, she slid them over my shoulders.

Her pussy was already gleaming, ready and weeping for me. My mouth watered, studying the perfection that awaited me.

“Akhmim.” Her tone was fond but exasperated at the delay. “What are you doing? Did I miss a spot shaving?”

Reverently, I slid a claw up the inside of her thigh, causing her to shiver. “As if you could be less than perfect,” I scoffed. “I’m admiring my Mate’s pussy.”

Her fingers tugged on my topknot. “Could you admire it with your tongue, please?”

Laughing, I lowered my mouth to her sweetness, and we both groaned in appreciation.

When she came, I lapped up her spend, loving the way it coated my mouth and chin. And although I would gladly continue to lick her until she climaxed again, that wasn’t the plan for tonight.

Rosemary was tugging on my hair. “Up, up! I want you,” she was panting.

“Oh, it’s me you want?” I teased, climbing to my feet. “Or my cock.”

“Your thick, ridged cock,” she moaned, wriggling happily against the mattress. “ Now , please, Mate.”

Gods below, I would never tire of that word on her lips. I licked my own, dragging more of her perfection into my mouth, before grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the end of the bed. She was the one to grab a pillow, and I shoved it under her ass, angling her pussy.

I paused, my hands on her hips. “Are you ready, wife? ”

Her eyes gleamed happily at the word. “For you? Always.”

“But for my… me .” Was I blushing? Surely not. “Are you sure you’re ready to start trying for a kitling?”

In human-orc sexual pairings, the only way to create a child is between Mated pairs, so it’s normally a guilt-free pleasure. Since Rosemary accepted me as her Mate, however, we’ve been using protection.

Not tonight.

Her expression had softened into fondness, and now her hands rested on my forearms. “A little piece of you and a little piece of me, Akhmim. How could I not want that?” She dragged her touch down until she could peel my hands off her and twined her fingers through mine. “I love you, and I want all of you.”

My Kteer howled in joy, and my throat clogged with emotion. “I love you, dkaar .”

She smiled. “Yes, yes, very romantic. Give me your cock now please and thank you .”

I am nothing if not obliging.

When I slid inside her, it was like coming home. Her orgasm struck immediately, violent and delightful. I loved the way she writhed on my cock, and I couldn’t help but start to move, our fingers wrapped around each other’s, holding us together in so many ways.

As her inner muscles pulled at me, I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine. I should have taken the time to coax my Mate’s pleasure three or four more times. This was our wedding night, after all, and special.

But then again, so was creating a kitling with Rosemary.

The thought of her, swollen with our child, smiling up at me, was everything I’d never dared to dream of as a boy. The image sent me over the edge.

Her orgasm was still spasming through her core when I threw my head back and came with a roar. My seed spilled inside her, filling her, marking her.

Claiming her .

She was mine. And I was hers.

Much later, after we cleaned up, and I brought her pleasure once more, Rosemary was sprawled across my chest as I lay spread out in the middle of the large bed.

“Mmmm. I could get used to all this space,” she was saying, one finger idly tracing on my chest. “Have I mentioned I love your bed?”

My eyes were closed, but I grinned up at the ceiling. “More than my cock?”

“That’s a tough one.” Rosemary tapped her finger and pretended to consider. “I suppose I should say I love your cock more than your bed, but I love you more than your cock.”

“Good.” I lifted my head to peer down at her. “That is the correct answer during one’s wedding night.”

“Yes, but…” Her frown was a pretend one, I could tell, but I responded the way she wanted.

“What is it? What do you need, dkaar ? ”

With a sigh, she confessed, “Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about your cock.”

“What about my cock?” I asked sternly.

She peeked teasingly up at me. “We can’t be certain you’ve planted a kitling in my womb yet, right? We should probably try again.”

I twitched a brow at the same time my cock began to throb. “You want me to fuck you again?”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” she said too-innocently. “And maybe two or three times after that.”

When I growled and rolled over, taking her with me, my Mate burst into laughter.

I pinned her and nuzzled at her breasts. “I suppose I need to make my wife happy. Work, work, work .”

Her arms rose around my neck. “I love you, Akhmim.”

“And I love you , my Mate,” I told her seriously.

As she drew her mouth down to mine, her lips curled wickedly. “Best. Pen pal. Ever .”