Page 17 of The Orc’s Sweetheart (Creatures & Cottages)

Chapter 17

Bodin

A gust of air explodes from my body, my relief palpable at Tilly’s declaration. I grant her a simple smile, then stand up with her in my arms and my fingers still in her tight cunt.

I lay her out on the table and tug her dress and bra down, freeing her tits from their tight confines. “So fucking beautiful. Just look at these tits of yours,” I utter reverently.

Tilly reaches for my head and pulls my face down to her tits like she needs me as much as I need her. I palm one and suck the taut nipple into my mouth, scraping my tusks on either side of it to mark my female.

At the same time, I press a thumb to Tilly’s clit, rolling hard, tight circles against it, as I crook my fingers against the front wall of her cunt. I read every cue her body gives me, studying her so I can give her all the pleasure she deserves.

Tilly tries to suck her lip into her mouth to keep herself quiet, but I quickly put an end to it. “Scream for me, Matilda. Let the whole island know that you’re mine.”

She moans and writhes under me, squeezing my fingers tighter and tighter in her cunt, as her release draws closer. My cock is begging for the same release, but I need Tilly to come first.

Tilly will always come first.

Her cries rise with pants of, “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” and, “You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.” It’s the loveliest song I’ve ever heard.

I increase my efforts, flicking her nipples with my tongue, rubbing faster circles on her clit, pushing Tilly closer and closer as I repeat, “Mine, mine, mine.”

Then, Tilly’s screams reach a new pitch and she shouts my name. I watch her closely as she falls apart under me—her eyes rolling back, her whole body spasming, her pussy contracting around my fingers, before she relaxes into a sated mess.

I praise her, whisper how perfect she is, then slowly withdraw my fingers from her quivering cunt. When Tilly finally opens her eyes to a half-lidded gaze, I lick each finger clean as I stare at her.

“Delicious,” I state honestly.

“Your turn,” Tilly counters, pushing herself up onto her elbows .

I look down at her, appreciating her flushed cheeks and red-lined tits. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Matilda Williams.”

Her color deepens to a crimson hue, but she doesn’t shy away from my blatant staring. “So are you, Bodin Terral. Now show me your cock, I’d like to return the favor.”

“I’m not fucking you today, Matilda,” I warn her. “I want to take my time with you.”

“There are other things we can do,” she suggests. “It’s my medical opinion that it’s highly unhealthy to be walking around with a raging boner all day.”

“That’s the official medical term too?” I ask, my cock definitely raging at me right now.

“Of course,” Tilly says simply and shrugs off her cardigan. “Now, would you like my hands, my tits, or my mouth?”

“Fuuuuck,” I groan and rub a hand down my face, only for it to smell like Tilly, making my cock twitch with renewed vigor.

“I won’t last long,” I tell her, a bit embarrassed that I’m already so worked up. But looking at her sitting on the table with that pink dress bunched around her waist, and her top half carrying my marks, has me desperate for her.

“It really doesn’t matter to me. I only care about your health,” she says with a one-shoulder shrug.

“In that case…” I grab Tilly’s thighs and pull her to the edge of the table. “I want your tits.”

Tilly nods with a satisfied smile and watches me closely as I undo my belt, and slowly lower my pants. I reach into my underwear and palm my hard cock, running my thumb up the thick ridges and pausing on every second piercing.

“Show me,” Tilly says.

I drop my underwear obediently, and grip my hard cock while I wait for her reaction.

“Yesss,” Tilly breathes excitedly, and sits up to get a closer look. “That is one very impressive cock, Bodin.”

Her clear desire for me bolsters my ego and I stand up straighter. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” I ask, as arrogant as I dare be.

Tilly reaches forward and pauses on a barbell piercing through one of my ridges. “Is this a frenum ladder? How many do you have?” she asks, then audibly sucks back excess saliva.

Is she literally drooling over my cock? Better give her something to do with that spit.

“Eight, one on each ridge,” I answer, then hold my cock right in front of her face. “Spit on my cock, Matilda.”

Tilly lowers her head and I hiss out a breath as she kisses the dark, flared tip. She licks her way down every ridge, tonguing each piercing, until she reaches the base of my cock. She pulls back her hair so I can see exactly what she’s doing as she gathers spit in her mouth and slowly drags her mouth back up, coating my cock in her saliva. Then, she reaches out a hand and wraps it around my girth, watching my face as she applies more pressure.

I suck in a breath, my balls drawing tight, then gently lean her back down, hooking her legs around my hips. “Hold your tits together for me, sweetheart,” I instruct, my voice hoarse with need.

Tilly pushes her dress down lower on her waist, and discards her bra completely, throwing it on the ground before she shoves her tits together.

“What a pretty picture you make,” I say as I lean over her and lodge my cock between her full tits. “You know I’ve been dreaming of this? Ever since that first day you arrived on the island in that white little top of yours. Not to talk about the purple dress you wore to karaoke night.”

Tilly moans at the compliments and I make a mental note to tell her every day how beautiful she is.

“They’re your titties to fuck now. Give me my pearl necklace, please sir,” she purrs. The words almost have me feral, but I hold on to that last bit of sense before I completely give over to my inner beast.

I thrust forward once to test the grip, then position my hands on top hers, squeezing her tits tighter together. Satisfied, I brace one hand next to her head as she holds her tits in place the way I need them, then I give her a few shallow thrusts.

Tilly’s mouth falls open and she stares up at me with unfiltered hunger and I thrust faster. Seeing her be into this as much as I am, has my balls drawing up sooner than I expected. “I’m going to come,” I huff.

“Come on me, please. Paint me,” Tilly says, eyes riveted on my swollen cock.

I grip the base and roar my release as ropes of cum spurt from the tip, coating Tilly’s chest and neck with my cum. I stare at my new favorite painting as I try to get my breathing under control, but Tilly isn’t done. She runs one finger through the river of cum gathered between her tits, and brings it to her mouth.

“Don’t you dare, Matilda,” I warn, astonished that she wants to taste me so badly.

Ignoring me, Tilly sucks her finger into her mouth and moans loudly. “This is so good. It tastes like… like… I need to taste more so I can place the flavor. Why didn’t they include this in our textbooks?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Now is not the time for research. We’ve got to get you cleaned up before I lose my mind and repeat this again and again and again.”

“Boo,” Tilly complains with playfully narrowed eyes, pushing her lip out in a pout. She tries to sit up, but I hold her down lightly with a finger to her chest, needing one more look at how beautiful she is when she’s decorated with my seed.

“Let me wipe some of this up,” I say gruffly, yet remain frozen to the spot, unable to move away. “Don’t want it dripping all the way to the shower.”

Tilly’s eyes come into focus and some of the sex fog seems to clear. “Use my dress, I’ll wash it after work. I’m changing into scrubs before leaving anyway.”

“I can run in and grab a towel,” I suggest, but somehow still remain right there, dragging my finger through my spend, circling her nipples and painting little hearts across her glorious tits.

“Nope,” Tilly says, and shakes her head. “If you leave me alone with all this cum I’m going to gorge myself on it.”

I close my eyes and huff a laugh. “Matilda. You can’t go saying things like that. How am I going to function today?”

She pushes onto her elbows and shrugs. “Same as me. We’re both basically going to be useless… until we get to do this again.”

I breathe in deeply and let it out on a big sigh. “Okay. Let’s be practical. I’ll turn around while you clean yourself up. With your dress. I can’t see you in only your panties because that will surely result in staying right here and fucking all day.”

Tilly’s brows draw together and she tilts her head to the side. “You like my body that much?”

I make sure to look directly into her warm brown eyes when I say, “Don’t get me started. Your body is the most perfect thing I’ve seen.”

Tilly gives a little happy sigh, then says, “Yours too.”

I square my shoulders and put my hands on my hips. “Okay. I’m going to pull my pants back on and turn around. When I hear your footsteps going into the house, I’ll go inside and carry our breakfast out here. Please come back in scrubs. No dresses. Until our next date of course. But scrubs remind me of work, so it’ll help keep my thoughts clean… cleanish,” I hastily add, because logically I know that my thoughts will remain filthy all day.

“Deal.” Tilly nods. “Now tuck that cock away before I lick it again.”

Tilly and I wordlessly follow the plan, and after her shower, enjoy a great meal together in the garden.

“There’s enough leftovers here to last me all week,” she says from the yellow chair next to my blue one. “What am I going to do with it all?”

I take her hand in mine, feeling oddly nervous after how much we’ve shared today. “Or… I can come back tomorrow morning?”

Tilly turns in her chair, eyebrows raised and a hesitant smile in place. “Yeah?”

I smile back. “Yeah. ”

“It’s a date,” she says, rewarding me with a brilliant smile and something essential slips into place in the very depths of my soul.

A thought occurs to me and I take care how I word my question so it doesn’t cause her any offense. “How did you get all the food here anyway? That’s quite a lot to carry, not to mention when you’re injured.”

“Oh, Pierre flew them here,” Tilly says pleasantly.

I blink a couple of times and tamp down the jealousy rearing its ugly head deep down in my gut. “Pierre the gargoyle? Did he fly you here also?”

Tilly shakes her head, still oblivious of the emotions roiling inside of me, and answers brightly, “No, he wasn’t quite as gallant as you when it came to carrying me. Yesterday, he eyed all my bags after he’d rung them up at The Winged Apple, then held out his hand for my basket of goodies from The Flowering Teapot too. Then he just said all gruffly, ‘I trust you can get yourself home’ before taking off. I saw him fly back when I was halfway here and all my shopping was waiting by the door.”

“Next time, I’ll carry them for you.” My voice is low, tone bordering on demanding.

Tilly’s brows furrow, as if I’m not making any sense. “You were with your mom.”

It only takes me a second to think the problem through before I find the perfect solution. “Okay, next time you join Ma and me for dinner, then I carry you and your stuff home.”

“Bodin,” Tilly says, my name a breathy explosion of disbelief .

“Matilda.” Her name is a reprimand. I pull her into my lap and cup her cunt over her scrubs. “My female. I get to take care of you. Will you allow me that honor?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, rocking into my hand.

“Fuck, these scrubs didn’t help at all with keeping my hands off you.” Unable to resist her for a second longer, I place her back on the table where she was not too long ago, and pull her pants off, throwing them over my shoulder like their mere existence is offending me. If it keeps me away from Tilly’s cunt at this moment, then it’s one hundred percent offending me.

Leaning over Tilly, one hand next to her head and one cupping her over her underwear, I look directly into her eyes as I explain my intentions, “I’m going to eat this pussy, my pussy , until you soak my beard and embed your smell into my skin. Think you can do that for me?”

Tilly answers with an eager smirk, “Challenge accepted.”

I keep my gaze locked on her hooded eyes while I slide my fingers into the band of her underwear and I drag them down. An invisible fist squeezes tightly around my heart. Being on the receiving end of Tilly’s trust is the most flattering gift that I’ll never squander.

I breathe in deeply, savoring the scent that’s pure Tilly. “You smell absolutely delectable.” Not even sure what color her panties are, I push them into the front pocket of my pants, then lift Tilly’s injured ankle with tender hands and place it on my shoulder. I repeat the process with the other leg before finally allowing myself my first glimpse of her glistening cunt.

Lowering my mouth against her bare flesh, I breathe my honest truth, “So fucking beautiful.”

“Time to see if I taste as good as I smell,” she says smoothly with a hint of a whimper. The way Tilly’s self-assuredness equally matches her vulnerability makes me fall a little more for her. Every part of herself she reveals to me is a revelation I treasure.

Not needing any bigger invitation from Tilly, I part her folds with my fingers and lick a thick stripe up her center. That first hit of ambrosia has me diving forward like a male starved.

Tilly rakes her fingers into my hair, and pulls me down to her cunt, rolling her hips into my face to direct me exactly where she needs me most. I take extra care of the positioning of my tusks, because I’ll never forgive myself if I injure her.

I thrust my tongue into her opening, swirling it up the center, before focusing on her clit. I draw circles around it, flick it, studying her every minute reaction for each to see what draws the biggest gasp from her and what makes her thighs tighten around my ears.

Lifting my head, my beard wet with Tilly’s arousal, I smirk up at her. “I’m never letting you go. I can eat this cunt for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and never get tired of your taste.”

Tilly bites her lip, but it doesn’t stop her smile from spreading. “That’s great to hear, but if you need to talk again, save it for after my climax.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Knowing I might come from just her taste, I unzip my pants and take my cock in my hand. Tilly’s eyes round with excitement for a second before I dash her momentary dreams. “I’m not fucking you on a table for the first time, Tilly. You’re getting romance for that. This is only for my hand right now. ”

Tilly’s eyes spark with an idea. “I want you to shoot your load onto my pussy. Coat me. That way I can carry you with me all day too.”

My cock twitches at the thought of that. “Fuck. Yes. I want that.” Imagining her walking around town and all of them smelling me on her, knowing she’s mine, has precum dripping from my tip.

Tilly motions for me to get back to business. “Better make me come first then. Do that swirly thing again around my clit and then suck on it when you know I’m close.”

“A female who knows what she wants.”

Not waiting for another response, I coat my hand with her arousal, lathering my cock up with her natural lubricant. I follow her exact instructions, swirling my tongue around her clit while jerking my cock in one hand. I’ve never multitasked this well, but Tilly is bringing out the best in me.

Pleasure gathers low in my spine right around the same time Tilly’s moans switch to short pants. She throws her head back and her legs lock around my ears. I suck on her clit. Hard.

“Bodin!” Tilly comes with a scream of ecstasy. I slowly reduce my suctioning on her clit, pumping my fist faster and faster up and down my cock as I chase my own pleasure.

My veins start to heat, heart hammering in my chest as pressure builds in my balls. When Tilly’s legs loosen around my head, I step forward and rub my cock up through her arousal, then finally allow my pleasure to crest and tip me over the edge. My release sprays all over Tilly’s wet cunt, still pulsing from her own orgasm.

The sight of our joint pleasure has me entranced. I can’t look away.

Tilly leans up on her elbows to stare at her cunt covered in the evidence of our pleasure, then drags a finger through it to bring to her mouth. She sucks the digit clean and hums, “Basil and walnuts.”

This was not how I thought the morning would go, but I’m beyond ecstatic with the result.