Page 23 of The Orc’s Sweetheart (Creatures & Cottages)

Chapter 23

Tilly

M y skin tingles with awareness, every nerve in my body on high alert with the knowledge that Bodin loves me.

I don’t know how it’s medically possible, but my stomach is doing somersaults and cartwheels, desire building with each second, my entire being desperate for Bodin.

Hands caressing his chest, I ask, “How do you want me, my love?”

Bodin pauses at the endearment and one side of his mouth tilts up into a smile. He traces his thumb up my throat, over the markings he’s already left on me.

“On the desk, Matilda.” Bodin’s voice is gruff and my pussy clenches at the sound. I try to shift off his lap, but he won’t let me go.

Gripping my waist in strong hands, Bodin lifts me onto the desk. I scoot backward, sending papers rustling to the ground somewhere behind me, but I have no interest in even turning my head away from my male for a second. I widen my legs and hook them around Bodin’s hips, drawing him closer, needing him more than I thought it’s possible to need another being.

Bodin’s chest heaves as he stares at me, his eyes burning with a fierce passion, his body vibrating with restraint. “I need to be inside you, Tilly. I need to fuck you. Right now. I know I made you promises of beds and romance, but I don’t think I can wait. I’m desperate for you, Matilda.” His voice becomes more hoarse with every word, his pulse jumping at the base of his throat.

My own heart used to beat in my chest, but now it’s drumming through my veins, the beat felt in my toes, up through my legs, up my arms, my neck, but mostly settling in my pussy.

Wordlessly, I unfasten his belt, then flip open his button, and finally undo his fly, never breaking away from his intense gaze. I reach inside his underwear and wrap my hand around his hard cock, squeezing lightly around his girth at first before applying enough pressure to make his hips thrust forward.

Bodin throws his head back and lets out a deep masculine groan. When he looks down at me again, he grits out, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, Matilda. I’ve not taken any tonics for birth control, but I’m tested. ”

My hand pauses on his cock. “It’s okay. I got tested recently and I’m on birth control,” I say levelly, appreciating his self-control to talk about safety first.

“One day, I want us to revisit this talk when I’m not so desperate for you. Because the thought of breeding you, of you walking around all day with my cum filling your cunt, of your belly round with our child. Tilly, I want that. I want that life with you. A family.”

I smile at my male. “Me too. But you’ve got to fuck me first before any of that can happen.”

“Take off your pants,” Bodin demands.

I arch an eyebrow. “Beg me.”

My challenge seems to finally tip Bodin over the edge, and I mentally high-five myself.

I gasp and fall back on my elbows as Bodin grips the front of my pants, a loud tearing sound ripping through the air as he splits them down the middle and throws them to the floor. He bends down and shoves my legs up, pressing his nose against the center of my soaked underwear.

This show of Bodin’s sheer strength combined with the unwavering knowledge that I’m safe in his hands, has me even more turned on, my pussy gushing with its desire for him.

Hooking his tusks in the thin material of my panties, he tugs up and sideways, ripping the fabric. He repeats the motion a few more times until he finally looks up with the remnants of my panties dangling from his tusks.

He watches my expression, the way my chest heaves with exhilaration, as he tears the final pieces off with his hands until I’m naked from the waist down underneath him .

Bodin cups my pussy possessively, spearing a single finger into my wet heat. “So beautiful, but such a naughty girl too. You want me to beg for what is mine when I’m only just holding on to a tiny thread of control?”

Maneuvering me like I weigh nothing, Bodin removes his finger and flips me onto my stomach, bending me over the desk.

I reach out to catch myself and accidentally send a stash of pens flying off the table where they clatter noisily to the ground.

I don’t care though. To me, there’s only Bodin.

Bodin squeezes my ass cheeks in both of his hands. “This ass, Matilda. I can’t wait to see it marked up. To have my tusk marks red across it, then paint it in my cum, rubbing every drop into this delicious silky skin.”

A loud slap lands on my ass and I yelp, my hips thrusting forward, making the desk scrape noisily across the hard floor. Bodin rubs a soothing hand across the stinging skin before repeating the slap on the other side. My screams follow each smack, the desk scraping with each involuntary thrust, which are then followed by pleasure-filled keens as he soothes the skin first with his hands, then with his tongue.

“That’s my good girl. Look at you carrying my marks and enjoying it so much. You were made for me, Matilda. From now on, wherever you go, you’ll have something of me on you. If it’s my marks or my cum, I don’t care. But I can’t bear to think of you away from me, without something to remind you of who you belong to.”

“Yes,” I whimper. Knowing Bodin is as obsessed with me as I am with him makes me near feral. “I’m yours, Bodin. Mark me up. ”

He flips me onto my back and grabs the middle of my shirt, ripping the thin scrub material straight down the center.

Looking at my bra like anything covering my breasts is a personal offense to him, Bodin reaches for it next, but I quickly sit up before he can rip it too.

“These are expensive. I’ll take it off.” I quickly unclip my bra and throw it on the mess on the ground, before reaching for his shirt.

He bends down for me and lifts his arms, allowing me to pull his shirt off and throw it to the pile. Then I take a minute to really marvel at my male. Bodin’s chest is wide, thickly muscled, and covered in a smattering of coarse black hair. I run reverent hands over his stomach, his pecs, and place a soft kiss in the middle of his torso. “You’re gorgeous”

Bodin puts his hands on top of mine, pressing them down until my blunt nails dig into his flesh, leaving tiny indentations in his skin. “I want you clawing me, Tilly. I want your marks on my body too. Brand me as yours, my love.”

Bodin’s mouth descends on mine, his hands roam all over me, mapping my body like he’s trying to memorize it, kneading my tits, my ass, tugging on my nipples, until I’m a wet, squirming, desperate mess on the desk.

I pull his underwear all the way down, hands shaking with anticipation as I finally free his hard cock. “ My cock,” I say in a husky whisper.

Bodin takes a step back, visibility collecting himself as his chest heaves with deep, controlled breaths. “Show me how wet you are, sweetheart. Open those pretty thighs for me. ”

I lean back on my elbows and place my feet on the table, widening my legs so he can see that I’m dripping and ready for him. I feel self-conscious about my stomach for about two seconds until I look into Bodin’s wanton gaze and know he loves me just the way I am.

A growl rumbles up from deep in his chest, growing louder with each second it extends, until finally stopping on a guttural roar. “Mine!”

Three dull knocks thud against a wall somewhere outside and Bodin and I freeze.

I forgot where we are.

I try to close my legs, to hide, but Bodin is already there, covering my entire body with his. He twists his head this way and that as he looks for a threat, narrowing his eyes to slits as he stares at the dark windows, tilting his head to listen for further sounds like someone might be watching us.

Several moments pass where we don’t move, Bodin still alert for threats as our chests press together, our pounding hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm.

Satisfied that we’re alone, Bodin stares down at me with concerned brows pulled low over his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I say breathily, still just as needy as before. I’m painfully aware of his incredibly hard cock against my naked skin, a drop of precum slowly creeping down the inside of my thigh.

My hips tilt up like they’re a dick-seeking missile and Bodin smirks down at me like he has the same idea.

He bites his lip and brushes a thumb across my cheek. “I know we should go back to the cottage because I can’t stand someone seeing or hearing you like this. Not here in the center of town. But maybe we can try to be quiet? Maybe you can just take the tip? I need you, Tilly.”

“I need you, too. Just the tip. Then we go back home and you can make me scream all night long.”

Bodin pushes up on one arm and stares down the length of our bodies, at the place where his thick cock rests against the inside of my thigh, before looking back at my eyes. I nod encouragingly and open my legs wider.

Fisting his cock in one hand, Bodin guides the flared head through my pussy lips, coating it in my arousal before painting a circle around my clit. The move pulls a loud keening noise from deep inside me and I arch my back, clawing at his shoulders as I try to draw him into my body.

He’s not even entered me yet, but the mere feel of his cock and the thought of the fat tip pushing inside of me, has me near hyperventilating.

Bodin lines himself up perfectly, the arm next to my head visibly vibrating with the last remnants of his control, and he slowly pushes forward into my wet cunt.

He groans as my pussy hugs the wide tip, and I throw my head back with a pleased whimper at the sensation of being stretched around him.

“Yes, Bodin. A little more,” I pant. “Please, just a little more.”

“Fuck, yes” he growls and pushes in another slow inch or two until the first ridge. The feeling of one of his piercings rubbing against the inside of my pussy sends a shock of lust up my spine until it comes out in a breathy moan.

A grouchy voice screams from somewhere outside, “Get a fucking cottage! How many times do we have to say this lately?! We don’t want to hear you have sex in town!”

Bodin’s entire body freezes and my pussy squeezes instinctively around him, not wanting him to go.

Through clenched teeth, Bodin grits out, “Clothes on. Cottage. Now.”

Both of us groan with disappointment as Bodin withdraws, my pussy feeling bereft of what promised to be the best night of her life.

Bodin hauls his underwear and pants up, only doing the single button. Then, he dives for his shirt on the ground and shoves it over my head.

I only have time to push my arms through the sleeves before he’s carrying me bridal style out the front door and into the dark night.

“The office. It’s a mess,” I say as I quickly shut the door behind us, bouncing in his arms as he damn near breaks into a run down the hill.

“I’ll come back early in the morning to fix it,” Bodin says, his voice ragged between sharp breaths. “I couldn’t care any less right now, Tilly. I’ve never needed anyone as much as I need you tonight. If I don’t get inside you within the next minute, I might spontaneously combust.”

Behind us, the lights from town fade into the distance as Bodin’s feet pound against the hard ground, plunging us into a starlit bubble of privacy. The only other sound out here accompanying our harsh, lust-laden breaths is the crashing of waves in the distance .

I rake my hands into his hair and pull his head toward me, then lick his neck before biting down on his earlobe. Placing my lips against his ear, I whisper huskily, “I would say that sounds dramatic, but I understand exactly what you mean. Ditto to all of what you said.”

Bodin’s arms tighten around me, his calluses scraping against the underside of my thighs. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fuck you right here in the field.”

I shrug, the idea not sounding bad to me at all. “Yes, please.”

Bodin’s gait slows a fraction and my senses go on pleasure-seeking alert. “Don’t challenge me right now, Tilly. I’ll either run home with you balanced on my cock, or shove you onto your hands and knees right here.”

“Both of those sound equally fun,” I tease, and bite down on his trapezius muscle, dragging my short nails down his naked chest. Knowing that Bodin wants me as much as I want him is like a shot of confidence straight into my veins.

“Fuck. I can’t wait.” Bodin looks left and right, then veers toward a rock formation next to the path. He swings my legs down and wraps them around his waist, walking me backward until my spine presses against the smooth stone.

“Give me your cock, Bodin. Fuck me. Right here,” I demand, pulling his shirt up and over my head as he keeps me securely in his arms.

“Yes, that’s my beautiful girl. Look at these tits of yours.” Bodin bends down and sucks one nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth against the hard bud before laving the sting with his tongue as I moan and rock against him .

Reaching one hand down, Bodin drops his pants and guides his cock toward my bare pussy. The moment his fat head kisses my slick heat, I grind down, taking him to the first ridge.

“More,” I pant, squeezing my pussy muscles around the portion inside of me.

Bodin focuses all his attention on my expressions, reading every minute cue in the hazy moonlight as he slowly pushes in, filling me ridge by ridge, piercing by piercing.

I claw at his back, his neck, pant, whimper, moan until our pelvises finally rest against each other and his full length is inside me. Bodin leans his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my lips as my pussy adjusts to his size.

Underneath my fingertips, his muscles are rigid with self-restraint, not daring to move until he gets my permission.

Knowing that I hold this wonderful male’s heart in my hands is the most precious gift I’ll ever be given. I’ll do my best to never disappoint or hurt him. But right now, I need him to fuck me, properly.

I rock my hips, trying to bounce on his cock. “Bodin, please move. Fuck me. Hard.”

“I’ll fuck you, but I’m not going hard. Not our first time.”

“I don’t break that easily.”

“I’d rather not try.”

“I’d rather you do.”

“Let’s see how much you can take first.”

Bodin pulls back slowly before thrusting in all the way to the hilt. Goose bumps skitter across my skin and my mouth falls open. The feel of his piercings, his ridges, dragging against my G-spot is better than any dildo I’ve ever used .

“Again,” I breathe.

Bodin repeats the motion and slams back a little harder, making me bounce on his cock with a moan.

“Yes. More.”

My hips meet Bodin’s thrusts as they increase, getting harder and faster, my moans growing louder, unrestrained, as his grunts echo around the field.

Suddenly, Bodin’s body stills. “No. No, no, no, no,” he practically sobs. “Arran is on his way. Probably going to get his blood from The Bandaged Heart now.”

I twist my head around. “Can you hear him or see him?”

Bodin shakes his head. “He’s whistling, which means he can hear us. Hold on. We’re going to the cottage.”

For the second time tonight, Bodin pulls out of me before I can climax.

I’ve never experimented with edging before, but based on my experiences tonight, I don’t think I’m a particular fan of it. I could’ve had at least two orgasms already if we hadn’t gotten interrupted. Or maybe we should stop having sex in semipublic places.

Bodin drags his shirt down over my head, checking that all my bits are covered before he picks me up and runs toward the cottage, one hand resting on my ass to make sure I don’t flash Arran if we happen to pass him. Which we luckily don’t do.

When we get to my front door, Bodin presses me against it, kissing me with the thirst of someone who has been wandering the desert for three days without water.

I’m equally as ravenous as I cling to him with everything I got. I have just enough awareness to reach behind me and open the door. Our lips never leave each other’s as we slip inside the dark cottage.

Bodin kicks the door shut behind him and pivots, pressing me against it with an audible thud. We’re way beyond a need for words, our hands roaming, grabbing, pulling, gripping, eager to let our bodies confirm what our hearts already know.

He quickly undoes his pants again and pulls me down onto his cock as he thrusts up, making me scream in ecstasy as he stuffs me full in one drive of his hips. This time, there’s no need for adjustments.

My moans spur him on as he relentlessly pumps into me, again and again and again, until my pleasure climbs to a soaring peak. There’s no holding back as I scream with my release, my pussy fluttering around Bodin’s cock as he continues slamming into me, rattling the door with each powerful thrust.

Before my pussy gives its final pulse, my second orgasm starts to build. Bodin senses it and moves us to the couch, positioning me onto my knees on the soft cushions as he stands behind me.

“Ass out for me, Tilly.” His hand lands with a sharp smack on my ass before he pushes in deep again. He grabs my long hair and wraps it around his fist, my back bowing with the move and I press my ass back into him, matching his rhythm as our skin slaps together with deliciously lewd sounds.

The new position is even stronger and before I know it, I’m coming. My arms give out and I’m about to fall flat into the cushions of the couch, but Bodin has me.

He flips me onto my back like I’m some rag doll and not a plus-sized queen, holding the lower half of my body up as he drives into me with short, hard thrusts until he finds his own roaring release, spilling his warm seed into my ready cunt.

Finally spent, Bodin picks me up in his arms, chest still heaving with exertion. Placing a tender kiss to my lips, Bodin says huskily, “I love you so much, Matilda Williams. This is just the beginning of our future.”

I tighten my arms around his neck and kiss him back. “I love you too, Bodin Terral. The future is looking pretty fantastic from right here in your arms.”