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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“ W ould you like some coffee or tea with your pie?” I asked Rath, when I went to cut it.

He’d given me his Wi-Fi password and we had been chatting as I did some work.

The tension from earlier was still there but it had been dialed back some.

It was as though the big Orc knew he had made me nervous and was now trying to put me at ease.

I appreciated that—I was definitely breathing easier. But I was still determined to try my tincture and see if it helped me be less awkward—just in case he tried to kiss me again. (Which I really hoped he would.)

“Uh sure—tea is fine,” he rumbled from the other room. “Do you want some help?”

“No, no—I’ve got it,” I assured him.

I cut both of us a big wedge of pie—though Rath’s wedge was considerably thicker than mine—and boiled some water in the kettle. I also heated up my tincture again, since I didn’t want to drink it cold.

I noticed, as I fished out the little cheesecloth sachet filled with herbs, that the liquid had turned a dark purple.

I frowned—was it supposed to be that color?

The instructions had said to steep the herbs in the water for one hour and it had been a lot longer than that now—would the extra steeping time make any difference?

Probably not, I decided and poured the warm tincture into a teacup for myself. I found a much larger mug for Rath and added two tea bags and some boiling water.

“Honey or sugar in your tea?” I called to him.

“Honey’s fine if you have some,” he returned. “I like it sweet.”

I found the honey jar in my Grandma’s cabinet and ladled a generous amount into both our cups—I liked mine sweet as well. Then I put the pie and cups on a tray, added some forks, and brought it all into the dining room.

Rath had been studying at my web design but he looked up when I came in.

“Here—let me help you,” he rumbled, taking the tray from me. He frowned at my teacup. “What’s that purple stuff you’re drinking?”

“Oh, just another recipe of my Grandma’s,” I told him. “I found it in the same book where I found the pie recipe.”

“Well, then it’s bound to be good,” he remarked.

We got settled at the table again and Rath took a bite of pie. Immediately his eyes rolled back in his head and he made a deep, rumbling sound of pure ecstasy.

“That’s it!” he exclaimed after he swallowed. “You got it perfectly! This is exactly how your Grandma’s pie tasted!”

I took a bite myself and had to admit it was good.

“She had the best recipes,” I said, smiling. “I’m sure she’d be glad to see us enjoying them.”

I took a sip of the purple tincture and was surprised to find that it was really good. It had a strong herbal flavor and a faintly bitter aftertaste, but I liked it anyway. I took a bigger sip and then had some more pie.

I guess it was about halfway through dessert that I started feeling strange. Or not strange exactly, more like light-headed… and euphoric. I wasn’t shy anymore, that was for sure. I suddenly felt able to speak my mind.

“You know what? I like you. I mean, I really like you,” I told Rath. Leaning forward, I put my hand on his arm. “You’re bigger than any guy I’ve ever seen and you’re green all over but I think that’s hot .”

“Oh, uh…thank you.” He looked surprised but pleased. “I think you’re hot too, baby.”

Mmm , I liked that—the sweet little nickname made me tingle all over.

“Kiss me,” I demanded boldly. “I’ve never kissed anyone with tusks—I wanna try it.”

I didn’t have to ask him twice. His mouth was on mine, hot and possessive, kissing me like I had never been kissed before. He tasted like cinnamon and spice and honey and I wanted more .

I returned the kiss eagerly, then pulled back to trace his tusks with the tip of my tongue. Somehow every sensation felt heightened—my whole body felt alive in a way it never had before.

“God, baby—you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he growled, his golden eyes gleaming with desire.

“Why don’t we go into the living room?” I suggested. “We can light the fire and get comfy on the couch.”

“Well, sure—if you want to.” He nodded and we left the dining room with his arm around me.

Rath left me reluctantly and knelt in front of the fireplace to get the fire started. While he did, I arranged myself on the couch. The dress I had on had little buttons down the front. It was already low-cut but I opened some of the buttons, putting more of my chest on display.

I had always felt kind of shy about having large breasts, but now I found I wanted to flaunt them. After all, the big Orc had said that he liked my curves—why not let him see more of them?

Rath rose, dusting his hands together, and turned back to me. When he saw me, lounging on the couch with my dress half unbuttoned and my cleavage showing, his golden eyes went wide.

“Uh, Sarah?” he asked, as if he wasn’t quite sure what I was doing.

“Come sit with me,” I purred, patting the place on the couch beside me. “Let’s snuggle.”

“Sure, if you want to.” He looked eager but still a little uncertain, as though he wasn’t quite sure what was going on.

I felt extremely certain myself—more than I ever had before with any guy. I just wanted to get close to him.

As soon as he settled on the couch beside me, I climbed into his lap and straddled him.

Rath’s eyes went wide again.

“Hey, uh…what are you doing?”

“Just getting comfortable,” I purred, rubbing myself against him. I can’t lie, his big, hard body felt wonderful against mine. I didn’t feel a bit shy anymore—I just wanted to enjoy the physical sensation of being so close to him.

But Rath didn’t seem quite as sure as I was. He put his hands on my waist and looked at me doubtfully.

“Baby, you feel incredible, but are you sure you’re okay?”

“ Mmmm , I’m more than okay,” I assured him. “Would you like to suck my nipples? They’re really tight right now.”

“Would I like to wh— mmph!”

His last word was cut off because I had pulled out my right breast and shoved it directly in his mouth. I had never felt so sexual in my life—so free and hot—so primal . I was grinding against him shamelessly—rubbing my aching pussy against the hard lump I could feel growing in his trousers.

Rath sucked my nipple for a moment, his eyes going half-lidded with desire as he filled his hand with my other breast.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, writhing against him. This was turning into the best sexual encounter of my life! “God, yes—suck me—play with my nipples!”

Rath seemed willing to comply and I was eager to have more of him. Taking his free hand from my hip, I shoved it between my thighs, letting him feel the heat of my pussy through the thin silky panties I wore.

“God, baby!” he growled, pulling away from my aching nipple for a minute. “You’re so fucking hot!”

“I’m hot for you,” I assured him. “Do you want to eat my pussy? I’ve always wanted someone to eat me, but I’ve never had it done before.”

His eyes blazed.

“Of course I want to taste your sweet, wet pussy, baby! You want me on my knees, or do you want to ride my face?”

“Either way,” I told him. I had a vague idea that things were moving really fast and that I was acting in a way I normally wouldn’t, but that wasn’t stopping me. The feeling of sexual euphoria was overwhelming and all I knew was that I wanted more .

Rath got to his knees in front of me and started to spread my legs. But just then, Sebastian jumped on the couch beside me and hissed at him.

Rath drew back.

“Hey, I thought we were friends,” he said, frowning.

Sebastian hissed again and arched his back, doing his best to put himself between me and the big Orc.

“Sebastian, stop!” I said, trying to shove him aside. “Don’t mind him,” I told Rath. “He’s probably just worried because I’m a virgin and you’re so big.”

“You are?” Some of the lust leaked from Rath’s golden eyes and he frowned at me uncertainly.

“Yes, because I tighten up when I try to have sex,” I said. “Or I did the first time—the second time I didn’t get that far because everything went wrong.”

I was no longer having quite such a good time. It occurred to me that I would much rather keep the things I was telling him a secret, but somehow I couldn’t stop talking.

“It did?” Rath asked, frowning.

“Yes,” I said, as my traitorous mouth kept talking, even though I wanted it to stop. “I’ve only tried being with a guy twice, but neither time worked out. The last time was with a guy I really thought I liked, too—but things started going wrong, right from the start.”

“Uh…” He was still on his knees, looking at me doubtfully. Sebastian was looking at me too. I had an idea I ought to stop talking, but I didn’t—I kept right on.

“Things were weird because it was our third date and I knew he expected me to, you know, put out,” I went on.

“Like, he’d been hinting about it all night.

And to be honest, I wanted to. I mean, how many virgins my age do you meet?

Not many, right? So we were on the couch and we were kissing—and he wasn’t nearly as good at it as you are,” I told Rath.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” he remarked, smiling a little.

“Yes, well—that’s when things kind of started going south,” I told him.

“Because he started fumbling around, trying to unhook my bra but he couldn’t, which was awkward.

I felt like he was mad at me—like I’d worn some kind of extra complicated bra just to spite him.

Which I absolutely hadn’t , by the way. I mean a bra is a bra, right?

So anyway, I thought maybe he would like it if I tried starting things instead.

So I bent over his lap to give him a, you know, a blow job, right? ”

“Uh…” Rath was just staring at me again and the smile was now gone from his face.

I had a passing thought that I had just been thinking I was glad he didn’t know about my last date with a guy and here I was telling him about it.

And then my mouth went right on talking anyway.