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SEVEN

Amuleta stared up into Magoza’s amber eyes.

Her body was no longer under her control.

Her skin prickled as she waited for Magoza to touch her again.

Her nipples ached, needing attention, but Magoza just stared at her.

She wanted to move, but she didn’t want to distract Magoza.

Orcs didn’t have the power to control another being, but Magoza’s eyes had Amuleta practically begging her for what was promised in them.

She hadn’t been lying when she said many tongues had been wagging about the great Magoza.

And Goddess help her if she didn’t want to experience what was said to happen underneath this woman’s hands.

Magoza’s braids were in disarray and fell forward along with a few loose strands.

Amuleta reached up and gently brushed them aside.

She wanted to memorize everything about this day.

She would freely give herself to Magoza, even if it meant that she would just be another notch in the warrior’s belt.

She couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—fight this attraction any longer.

She trailed her fingertips over the smooth green skin, her full, dark eyebrows, to her wide nose that led to her mouth.

Amuleta couldn’t help but skim her tusks.

She had eyed them the entire time they had been together and wondered what they felt like.

They were smooth with a sharp edge that was meant to do damage.

“You want to explore me?” Magoza murmured.

She was still braced over Amuleta, their bodies barely touching.

Her one knee rested between Amuleta’s thighs.

She finally lifted a finger and placed it on the center of Amuleta’s chest, which stilled.

She couldn’t do anything but nod.

“Or is it that you want me to explore you now since you are ready for me?”

“You. Explore. Me.”

Magoza smirked.

She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes for a brief moment, then opened them again.

“You are very ready for me,” she murmured.

Her finger drifted over to one of Amuleta’s breasts.

She exhaled, no longer able to hold her breath.

Magoza teased her sensitive bud.

She rolled it with her fingers, pinching it.

A gasp left Amuleta from the slight pain.

She was growing dizzy with need.

Her body writhed on the ground as she waited impatiently for Magoza to put her out of her misery.

Magoza’s head lowered until she captured Amuleta’s nipple with her lips.

Amuleta cried out from the sheer bliss.

She lifted her hands and dove her fingers into Magoza’s hair.

She held on to the braids, uncaring that she was disrupting them even more.

Her back arched off the ground while Magoza took her time bathing her mound with her tongue then suckling the nipple deep into her mouth.

A moan slipped from Amuleta as Magoza trailed her tongue over her flesh and moved to the other mound.

She nipped and suckled Amuleta’s breasts as if she were a starving babe.

She released that one then slid her tongue up Amuleta’s soft belly.

Her tusks scraped her skin but didn’t do any damage.

She spread her legs, needing Magoza to stop at her center.

She was slick and ready for her, just as Magoza had proclaimed.

Amuleta wasn’t ashamed at the fact that her core was drenched.

She had a strong female warrior who currently wanted her, and her body recognized that.

Magoza palmed her thighs and spread them farther apart.

Her amber eyes flicked to her for a brief moment then settled on her center.

“Absolute perfection,” Magoza breathed.

She lowered her head to where her nose was nestled in Amuleta’s curls.

She inhaled deeply which sent a wave of desire through Amuleta.

She tightened her grip on Magoza’s head and tried to keep her where she was.

A chuckle sounded from the warrior.

“Don’t rush this, Amuleta. When there is divine sweetness presented, one doesn’t rush to consume it. One needs to take their time and savor it.”

She spread Amuleta’s labia wide and took one long lick of Amuleta’s cunt.

A cry escaped Amuleta from the wide velvety girth that greeted her.

Her hips rose to meet Magoza who just pushed her back down.

Magoza lifted her head, those amber eyes of hers darkening.

“Oh, little one. I will be down here for a while.” Her lips curved up into a wicked grin.

Her hands guided Amuleta’s legs upward and open, leaving her completely exposed for her.

“This body I shall claim. You are mine.”

Amuleta’s head fell back, the bright-blue sky coming into her view.

Her heart raced, and she found it hard to catch her breath.

Magoza dropped her head down.

Her hot breath skated over Amuleta’s pussy.

Her tongue parted Amuleta’s labia as she took her fill of her.

A growl escaped Magoza, and her long, thick tongue pressed at Amuleta’s opening.

Heat flared in her belly; Magoza’s tongue breached her.

She gasped and entwined her fingers with Magoza’s hair.

There was nothing else for her to hold on to.

At the moment, her body was Magoza’s to take.

She rocked her hips which only increased her pleasure.

Cries and moans escaped her.

The desire for the woman devouring her spread through her.

Magoza knew without being told what she needed.

Her sensitive clit was now the center of attention.

Magoza rotated between suckling her nub to flicking it with her tongue.

Her finger pushed inside Amuleta which earned another deep moan to pour out of Amuleta.

Her channel was slick and accepted the invasion without issue.

“See how wet you are. You belong to me,” Magoza murmured.

She tugged on Amuleta’s clit and chuckled.

She withdrew her finger slightly, then introduced two this time.

They groaned simultaneously at the tight fit of her two large fingers.

Magoza fucked her slowly while she focused on her clit again.

Amuleta had never felt so wanton or needy before.

She wanted everything this woman wanted to give her.

“Goddess,” Amuleta whimpered.

Her body trembled from the assault.

She wanted this woman with every breath she took.

She wanted to feel her surround her.

Kiss her. Lick her. Consume her.

Even then, that may not be enough.

Magoza’s fingers picked up speed.

She pushed them hard and deep inside Amuleta.

Her pussy clamped down on Magoza’s fingers.

She was so close to her release that she wanted to chase after it.

“I want you to flood me with your release, doakir . Don’t hold back,” Magoza said.

Amuleta couldn’t put two words together to even reply to her.

What was she supposed to say anyway?

Magoza’s magical fingers and tongue were pushing her to ecstasy.

Her body trembled from the pleasure that was coursing through her.

“Let me drink it all, doakir. ”

Amuleta couldn’t hold back any longer.

Magoza twisted her fingers around, and the new angle hit a special spot inside her.

“Magoza!” The pleasure exploded.

Her head was thrown back, and she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Her pussy clamped down on Magoza’s fingers, moans and gasps escaping her.

A warmth flooded her center, but she didn’t care.

She closed her eyes while another low groan was torn from her.

“That’s what I want,” Magoza said.

She withdrew her fingers from Amuleta who immediately felt the emptiness, but Magoza’s tongue continued to stroke her through her climax.

She held Amuleta up while her tongue tasted every square inch of Amuleta’s cunt.

Her slurping sounds reached her through the air along with the heavy pounding of Amuleta’s heart.

The aftershocks of her climax caused her muscles to jerk uncontrollably.

She rested back against the grass, spent, while Magoza cleaned her with her tongue.

She finally released Magoza’s hair.

The effort to do so was too taxing on her arm muscles.

Her orgasm had drained her of all energy.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she took in the beautiful blue sky overhead in between the branches of the trees surrounding them.

Not a cloud in the sky.

She felt at peace.

No worries.

No stresses.

Just a relaxed state where her body was warm and pliable.

It was absolutely beautiful.

Was this what the afterlife was like?

Had she passed away after the way Magoza had worked her body?

If dying felt like that, then she’d die every day.

Magoza’s tongue slid through her folds, then she lifted her head.

Amuleta tore her gaze from the sky and glanced down at her.

Her dark eyes were full of fire and desire.

A growl tore from her lips when she pushed off the ground.

Amuleta couldn’t look away from her if she tried.

The hardened warrior stood in front of her and stripped off the rest of her clothes.

Her weapons were tossed to the ground near her.

Once she was completely naked, she stood, her eyes taking Amuleta in.

Amuleta took the opportunity to look her fill.

There were scars that lined Magoza’s muscular frame.

Her breasts were high but firm.

Her stomach was taut, with the muscular lines cut deep into her skin.

Amuleta’s eyes were drawn to Magoza’s center.

There wasn’t any hair over her mons.

From what Amuleta knew of orcs, they didn’t have much body hair.

Magoza was the sight of pure power and strength.

This female had taken her to greater heights.

Whatever she was about to demand, Amuleta would give without a single thought.

“Come, doakir . Come to me,” Magoza rasped.

She held out her hand to Amuleta who slowly reached out and slid her smaller one into it.

She tugged slightly and assisted Amuleta in sitting up.

She pulled her to her knees in front of the tree.

Amuleta glanced upward at Magoza.

Her heart slammed against her chest.

Magoza cupped her chin and stared down at her.

“You wanted to explore me?”

Amuleta snuck her tongue out and slid it over her lips.

She jerked her head in a nod, unable to formulate a word.

She rested on Magoza’s thick thighs.

Warmth radiated from her skin.

The scent of her was overwhelming.

She may not be able to scent out different things like orcs could, but the aroma of Magoza’s arousal greeted her.

She licked her lips again in anticipation of what she wanted.

Magoza’s hand slipped to rest on the base of Amuleta’s neck in a hard hold.

She widened her stance and guided Amuleta to her center.

Amuleta took in Magoza’s bud protruding from her folds.

It was swollen and erect.

Her breaths turned into pants as she wanted to take it into her mouth.

“Then explore.”

Magoza rested her hand on the tree while she kept a grip on Amuleta.

Her little female leaned forward and latched on to Magoza’s clit.

A growl rippled from her at the pressure of Amuleta’s suckling.

“Feck,” Magoza rasped.

She slid her fingers up and entwined them into Amuleta’s thick, dark hair.

She thrust her hips forward, pushing her enlarged clit farther into Amuleta’s mouth.

The female was hungrily suckling her while her tiny hands coasted up Magoza’s thighs.

One of them slipped between Magoza’s legs.

She inhaled sharply as she planted her feet wider.

She wanted to ensure Amuleta could reach any aspect of her pussy that she wanted.

Her small fingers glided over Magoza’s slick labia.

Her core was drenched with need.

The taste of Amuleta was still on her tongue and face.

She could strongly scent that her little mate was growing aroused again.

The slick that had expelled from Amuleta had drenched Magoza’s face and chest. She had never begged for anything before, but today, she had wanted Amuleta’s release.

She wanted to taste her honey.

Her sweet liquid had shot out of her with a force that had sprayed Magoza with every ounce of her nectar.

Magoza’s knees grew weak.

She locked them together to ensure she would remain standing.

She tightened her grip on Amuleta’s hair.

The female’s finger danced around Magoza’s opening.

“Don’t be shy, doakir. Push those fingers inside me,” she demanded.

She pressed Amuleta’s face to her while rotating her hips.

She would ride her female’s talented tongue that was currently teasing her clit.

Amuleta flicked her gaze upward.

Magoza almost came at that moment.

Her mate’s eyes were filled with bliss as she feasted on her.

Amuleta did as she was told and thrust two fingers deep inside.

A gasp escaped her. She dug her claws into the tree bark and basked in the sensation of her mate fucking her with her fingers.

They were much smaller than an orc’s would be, but long.

“Give me another one,” Magoza demanded.

Amuleta latched on to her clit and sucked her deep.

A snarl came from Magoza.

Her little mate knew what she needed.

Another finger was added inside her pussy.

She continued to thrust her hips against Amuleta’s face and fingers.

Her muscles grew taut while waves of desire raced through her.

She had already been fully aroused while eating her mate’s pussy.

Now that her face was buried between her legs, it was only a matter of time until she exploded.

Amuleta shook her head, tugging on Magoza’s bundle of nerves.

The move caused Magoza to almost falter and fall.

She released a curse and threw her head back, trying to keep from reaching her release.

And Amuleta was making it damn hard.

“Feck, Amuleta. I need more,” Magoza said.

She pulled Amuleta away from her pussy.

Amuleta’s face glistened from her juices.

Amuleta smiled and withdrew her fingers.

She leaned forward and gave another lick of Magoza’s pussy.

Her slick ran down her inner thighs, and Amuleta tried to lick it all up.

She settled back on her knees and pressed her fingers inside Magoza.

This time instead of three, she inserted four, then gently eased them out.

Her eyes widened when she slipped them back in, but this time she thrust all of them inside.

Magoza groaned.

Yes, this was what she needed.

Her mate’s entire fist.

Amuleta carefully curled her hand into a ball and held it in place while she slowly thrust forward.

“Yes. Farther,” Magoza whispered.

Her pussy felt full as Amuleta removed them slightly then pushed forward.

Magoza reached her other hand down and gripped her forearm.

She held her in place while she impaled herself farther down onto Amuleta.

She bounced in a languid rhythm and fucked herself on Amuleta’s fist.

“Yes, doakir . Just like that.”

Amuleta’s wide eyes stared up at her.

Magoza couldn’t look away from them.

Amuleta’s hand came to rest on her stomach right above her mons.

She chewed on her bottom lip and thrust her arm upward.

“You are so tight around my arm,” Amuleta whispered.

Magoza breathed in deep and could almost taste Amuleta’s desire on her tongue.

Her mate was completely turned on at the moment.

Soon, Magoza would be tasting her again.

“And you. You are dripping on me. You needed this.”

“ Kratz, boakir. I needed you,” Magoza whimpered.

She was so damn close to coming that she couldn’t fight it any longer.

She moved faster. Up and down.

Her core clenched around Amuleta.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she felt her orgasm arrive.

Amuleta strummed her clit with her free hand which sent Magoza to the stars.

She exploded with a roar cutting through the air.

The bark underneath her hand was ripped from the tree and tossed behind them.

She held on to the trunk to keep her legs from buckling.

Her lungs burned, the air stripped from her.

She couldn’t bring any in; the waves of her orgasm washed over her.

Magoza held on to Amuleta’s arm and lowered herself.

A look of awe was in Amuleta’s mismatched eyes.

“That was beautiful.” Amuleta withdrew from Magoza.

Immediately she felt hollow.

Magoza assisted Amuleta to stand.

She cupped her cheeks in her hands and lowered her head and covered her mouth with hers.

This was only the beginning.

Magoza was far from finished with her little mate.