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Beth

E very inch of me hummed with happiness. Ruugar's hands mapped my sides, and his breath mixed with my own. I could feel his heart pounding.

Ruugar started to explore my body again, his touch gentle.

His fingers traced the curve of my waist, dipping lower, making me shiver.

His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, trailing kisses along the column of my throat.

Each press of his lips was a spark, igniting a fire that spread through my veins like wildfire.

His tongue traced patterns on my skin, tasting me, savoring me.

I could feel the graze of his tusks and it made me crave him even more.

I tipped my back, and a moan escaped my lips, an invitation for him to take more, to taste more.

His mouth moved lower, lingering on my collarbone, his breath hot against my skin.

Each touch, each kiss, sent waves of heat through me.

His touch was like a whisper, as if I was something precious and breakable.

He was exploring me, and that made me crave him even more.

I wanted to feel his hands, his mouth, his body all over mine.

I arched into his touch, a silent plea for more, a demand for him to claim me, to leave his mark on my skin and my soul. I wanted to be consumed by him.

He kissed my neck, tracing patterns with his tongue, and nipped at my ear. Pure desire shot straight to my center, making my inner muscles clench with anticipation. His hot breath coasted across my ear, his voice was a low rumble.

“You taste like nectar,” he said, and shivers erupted across my skin. “I could lose myself in you forever, Beth.”

His words settled into me like seeds in rich soil, and I let them take root. I wanted to return them, to say something equally deep, but all I could do was pull him closer, press my lips to his skin, and hope he felt my love sinking in.

A warmth spread through my chest, like the first rays of sunlight touching the world at dawn, promising more than only heat. This new connection between us offered a sense of belonging.

His hands moved to my breasts, cupping them.

His palms were rough, calloused, and a stark contrast to the softness of my skin.

The friction was intoxicating, his touch sending electric pulses straight to my core.

He took his time, molding and shaping, his fingers tracing the outline of my areolas before flicking the hardening nubs.

My nipples ached for more, and when he rolled them between his fingers, pleasure jolted through me so intense it was almost painful.

I tilted his chin, guiding his lips back to mine. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

I'd never asked for anyone completely before, never dared to want someone like I did Ruugar. I didn’t want fear or barriers between us. I wasn’t only asking for his body. I was letting him see what I had never given anyone else: all of me.

Ruugar's eyes darkened, a mix of desire and restraint. He trailed kisses down my body, paying special attention to my stomach, my hips, and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Each kiss was a promise, a silent vow.

He spent time nibbling on my thighs, making me squirm with anticipation. I explored his shoulders, memorizing him as much as he was me. There was restraint in his movements, but I saw how tightly he held onto control. I wanted to coax him past that, though I wasn’t sure how.

Ruugar sucked on my clit. The sensation made me gasp. He knew how to touch me, how to build me up slowly. He slid a finger inside me, hitting that spot that made me tremble.

He slid his fingers across my inner walls, tracing the delicate flesh, finding a rhythm that matched the beat of my heart and drove me to the point I was gasping for more. His tongue circled my clit, flickering, shooting flames through me. Tension built, my body coiling tighter and tighter.

“Ruugar,” I groaned, my breath coming in short gasps. He added another finger, stretching me, preparing me for his size. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem, driving me wild with need. He was thorough, making sure I was wet and ready.

My thighs were slick with evidence of my desire for him. His eyes met mine, locked onto me with an intensity that made me shiver.

“You're ready for me,” he said, his voice filled with raw desire. “You're mine, Beth. All mine.”

His words were more than a claim; they were a binding of souls that sent a tremor of pure emotion through me. I felt seen, known, and cherished in a way that went beyond the physical.

It wasn’t only desire. It wasn’t only the heat and pleasure threading through my limbs.

This was something deeper, something that felt like recognition.

As if every moment of my life before this had been a slow turning of pages leading to this.

I’d never been someone’s to claim before.

In his hands, I wanted it. I wanted it more than air, more than life itself.

He eased back and removed the rest of his clothing. His cock sprang free, thick and long and as green as the rest of him. He was like a statue in the moonlight. An orc god come to life.

And he was all mine.

“What…” I studied whatever coiled around the length with tiny bead-like things that hummed.

“Coorails,” he said, touching one. It quivered faster. “They’re for your pleasure.”

Oh, my .

“Natural,” I said.

He grinned. “All me.”

“Come show me, then.”

He climbed back over me, caging me completely with his big body. Positioning himself above me, he supported his weight on his arms. His eyes met mine as he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. I spread my legs wide, hitching my heels on his hips.

The sensation of him slipping forward only an inch was overwhelming, pleasure mixed in with a touch of pain. And the coorails… The hum vibrated through me, making me crave him even more. He moved slowly, pushing in a little more before pulling back, getting my body used to the feel of his width.

“We go at your pace,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “You're in control.”

He gradually increased the depth, allowing my body to adjust. Each inch was a conquest, a slow claiming.

He was stretching me, filling me, making me his.

His eyes never left mine, watching for every reaction, every flicker of pleasure or pain.

He was in control, but I held the power, my body dictating the pace, the rhythm.

Bit by bit, he filled me, taking time to make it as comfortable as possible for me. The coorail hum vibrated to my clit, making me shake with need.

Once he was fully inside me, he paused, giving me time to adjust some more. It burned, but it also felt good. I couldn’t imagine how amazing it would be once he started moving.

He curled forward and brushed his lips against mine. Then he began to move slowly, thrusting gently. Each drive was careful and attuned to my reactions. He maintained a slow, steady rhythm, allowing me to experience every sensation fully.

Ruugar's slow thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Each drive built the fire deep within my core until I thought I was going to shoot all the way to the stars.

I could feel every inch of him, filling me, stretching me, completing me.

My body responded to his, and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, eager for more.

His ragged breaths echoed in my ears, his pleasure fueling mine.

It was more than the way our bodies fit together.

It was the way his desire was entwined with mine, as if neither of us could exist without the other.

As if, in this moment, we’d erased the spaces that separate two people and become something seamless, something whole.

It was an intimacy that defied belief, a tenderness I'd never expected to find from a warrior so fierce.

Tension coiled inside me, a tightening sensation that promised something incredible. My heart pounded, my breath coming in quick gasps. I was on the edge of something profound, something I'd never experienced before.

His own pleasure built as he continued to move inside me. His thrusts became deeper, more urgent. But he maintained control, ensuring he didn't overwhelm me. His breathing became more ragged, his muscles bunching and tensing.

“Beth,” he groaned, his voice filled with emotion. His body shuddered with his release, a low growl escaping his lips. His eyes closed and his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm.

A sense of awe and wonder filled me. I’d done this for him.

This was us, connected in the most intimate way possible.

His heart pounded against my chest, his bliss flowing into me, pushing me closer to the edge.

My body tingled, my skin flushed, and my muscles tightened, gripping him, drawing him deeper.

I was a bowstring pulled taut, ready to snap. But I didn't. Not yet. There was a gravity to this, something far greater than need or pleasure, something vast and terrifying and right. As if in the span of a single breath, something fundamental had rearranged itself inside me.

I hovered on the precipice, my body poised on the cusp of something big.

My body promised release, but it teetered just out of reach.

It was exhilarating, terrifying, this dance with the unknown.

I wanted to stay here with him forever. I wanted to savor the feeling of him inside me, the sound of his ragged breathing in my ear, and the sight of his body tensing with desire.

His eyes locked onto mine, his gaze fierce and demanding. “Hold on, Beth,” he growled. “Stay with me. I’ll get you there.” He remained inside me, our bodies still connected. Curling forward, he captured my lips in a deep kiss. He stroked my clit, his touch building the heat deep inside me.

His cock started hardening again as his fingers worked magic, the coorails performing their own magic. My body responded, and I could feel it, the promise of something amazing, just out of reach.

His eyes met mine, filled with adoration. “You feel incredible, Beth,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I want to see you come undone. I want to feel you let go. Can you do that for me?”

His words, his touch, his body inside mine, it was all too much in the most perfect way. My body was climbing higher and higher, tensing, and my breathing came in short gasps. I was on the edge, ready to fall.

Ruugar's fingers stroked my clit, circling and pressing with a rhythm that matched the slow, deep thrusts he made with his cock. Each touch sent sparks of heat shooting through me, building the tension that had been coiling in my core.

“Ruugar,” I cried out, arching up to meet his thrusts. His eyes locked on mine, filled with a hunger that matched my own. He was breathing hard, his muscles tense, but his focus was entirely on me.

His fingers moved faster, applying just the right amount of pressure. My body responded, and I bucked my hips against him, my inner muscles clenching around his cock. I savored every inch of him, thick and hard, filling me completely. The way the coorails buzzed, enhancing my pleasure.

“Look how well you take my cock, Beth,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “Would you like me to go faster?”

I bobbed my head, nearly lost in the sensation of him moving .

He started pumping harder, faster. “Can you take this?”

“Yes.” I clung to his sides. “More. Please.” I was so close. One more push, and I would fall.

He hitched my legs up and splayed me wider, then drove into me, over and over, pushing hard and riding the feelings coursing through me in heavy waves.

“Eyes on me, Beth. I need to see you come undone.”

His words pushed me closer to the edge. My body tightened. His cock thrust deeper, hitting a spot that sent waves of bliss crashing through me. I was so very close.

With a final flick of his fingers on my clit and a deep drive of his cock, everything inside me shattered. The orgasm tore through me, intense and mind-consuming. My body convulsed, my muscles clenching around him, drawing him deeper.

Waves of heat washed over me, again and again, each one more powerful than the last until I collapsed beneath him. I was completely, utterly spent, and there was no place I’d rather be than in the shelter of this male’s arms.

His body tensed, his muscles straining, and his cock pulsed deep inside me. He let out a low growl and his entire body shuddered. I could feel him releasing inside me, the heat of him claiming my body with his own.

With another growl, he collapsed on top of me, though he braced most of his weight with his arms.

A sense of completeness filled me, a wholeness that was both familiar and new. It was as if every part of me was aligned with him. I wasn't only Beth anymore; I was a part of something larger, something eternal.

I'd spent my life scattering pieces of myself behind, parts lost with every step. But lying here, entwined with him, I no longer felt like there were parts of me missing. No gaps in my soul left unfilled. I was his, and he was mine.

We lay in the grass, our bodies still joined, our lungs raging. My heart pounded, and I stroked his sides plus what I could reach of his back. I didn't think life could get any better than this.

I was glad I'd chosen this male for my first time. This was right. Perfect. It was everything I’d ever imagined and more. I couldn't wait to do it again, to explore every inch of him, to feel him move inside me again, to hear his breath hitch and his heart race when he gave way.

“Beth,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and wonder. “You are amazing.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with love

“ We are amazing,” I said.

In his gaze, I saw a journey that promised adventure, love, and a deepening connection that would withstand anything.

He held the promise of forever, and he’d extended it to me.