Page 7 of The Princess and the Orc (Cursed Kingdoms)

Chapter Seven

T he door slammed behind them and Drogath had her pinned to the door, his lips claiming hers in a deep kiss that left her breathless. A sharp tearing sound made her gasp, then her dress fluttered to the ground around her.

“Drogath! That was my favorite dress!”

“You won’t need it anymore. Not today.”

Before she could react, he lifted her with effortless strength and strode to the chair in front of the fire, settling into it, with her straddling his thickly muscled thighs. The motion sent her shift skimming higher, baring the smooth expanse of her legs and leaving her lower body dangerously exposed to his heated gaze. His large hands, calloused from battle, settled possessively on her hips, holding her firmly in place. The dark embers of desire burned in his dark eyes as he took in the sight of her, his deep rumble of approval sending a shiver through her core.

With another tug of his hands, the linen shift tore up the center and he tossed it off to the side, leaving her bare to his heated gaze. She shivered but didn’t cover herself, sitting proudly on his lap, her nipples pebbling in the cool air, his iron-hard cock pressing uncomfortably against the front of his breeches. She already knew from the previous evening that if she covered herself, he would only pin her arms to her side or behind her. While she loved his show of strength and being helpless in his arms, she wanted to retain some control.

He reached up and cupped both of her breasts, fondling them, and flicking his thumbs over the rigid peaks, his gaze firmly fixed on what he was doing. The calluses on his fingers rasped against her skin, the coarse texture against her soft skin sending shivers through her body. Her pussy flooded with heat, softening and growing damp with arousal. He chuckled and tweaked one of her peaks between two of his fingers.

“Like that, mate?”

She gasped and moaned at the sharp bite of pain. He only laughed again, then leaned forward and sucked a peak into his mouth, his tongue curling around the tip and tugging lightly, his tusks scraping the side of her breasts. She buried her fingers in his hair and held him close, letting her head fall forward, her auburn hair cascading around them.

He dragged his other hand down the front of her body, over the soft curve of her stomach, to delve between her splayed thighs. He stroked a long, thick finger through her wet folds, separating and toying with them, teasing her with his touch. She rocked against his hand, trying to maneuver him where she wanted him.

He spanked her on the ass once, a loud clap that shocked her into stillness but didn’t hurt, just stung, before a burning heat spread through her. Then she softened against him with a moan, her head falling onto his shoulder.

He chuckled again and peppered her ass with quick slaps until it was burning. She shifted restlessly against him, rocking against his hard cock, her arousal soaking the front of his breeches. He cupped her ass and held her in place.

“You’re not in charge of this, mate. I am in control of your pleasure,” he said sternly.

She looked into his hard gaze and swallowed hard, then nodded, trying to still the minute motions of her lower body silently begging for relief. He waited for a moment, then curved his fingers from the back, around to tuck against her slit, first brushing against her puckered hole, then stroking lower to her weeping entrance. He slid a thick finger in, stretching her until he reached the barrier of her virginity, pressing against it, then he added a second finger and a third to rim her entrance.

She moaned at the feeling of being so full and pressed down against him, begging for more. But he pulled his fingers out and sucked her juices off of them with a sound of satisfaction.

“I won’t be taking your maidenhead with my fingers, little princess. You’ll be claimed by my cock. And not tonight. Not yet.” He lifted her easily, setting her on her knees on the floor between his spread legs. “Now, for your next lesson.”

She stared up at him in confusion. “But what about…”

He smirked. “You thought you would get an orgasm? That depends on how well you do in your lesson.” He loosened his breeches and gestured to the bulge in his crotch. “Take me out.”

What did he want her to do? She had no idea what he was asking her for, but she was intrigued. She carefully reached for his soft leather pants and tugged at the material. But the laces would not give and she worried at her lower lip while she worked at the pants.

He sighed. “It won’t break. Take it out.”

She scowled and pulled hard. The laces gave, and she fell back on her sore ass. His cock sprang out from its confines, a deep green and swollen, with a plum shaped head, weeping fluid from its tip. She stared at it, her eyes wide and slightly horrified.

“There is no way that’s going in me. It’ll never fit.”

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D rogath didn’t even try to hide his smile at her horrified look. It had been a long time since he’d been with a virgin, especially a human virgin. Most human females had the same reaction when they saw an orc cock, whether or not they were virgins, though some of the more experienced females were eager to give orc cock a ride. Amalia was a virgin, and a sheltered one, it appeared, so he wasn’t surprised by her reaction. But she was a fiery female, and had taken quickly to his instruction and reacted well to his attentions. He had no doubt she would be a good mate for him.

And, he noted, she hadn’t run away at the sight of him. Her arousal hadn’t abated either, so she was intrigued despite herself. Her gaze was fixed on his cock and she licked her lips, belying her words.

“You’ll be fine, princess. Now, come. Touch me.”

She scrambled to her knees, putting her at eye level with his groin. She reached for him and he took her hand, bringing her to grasp his cock. Her fingers could not fit around him and she brought her other hand to fully circle him. She stroked him slowly, using his fluid for lubricant.

“Harder. I won’t break,” he said gutturally.

She looked up at him through her lashes and did it again, harder with a twist. He groaned and let his head fall back. She began stroking and he let her explore, gritting his teeth at her touches while she grew more bold. He slid his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head, and pulling her forward.

“Suck me.”

Her eyes widened, and she resisted for a moment, but he was too strong, too firm. She leaned forward and licked the tip, her pink tongue darting out to sweep the tip, then her mouth opened.

“It tastes sweet.”

He swept a thumb along her cheek. “It’s different for everyone.”

What he didn’t tell her was that when his mate was fertile, his release became thicker, richer, and had a flavor unique to each orc and their mate. Nature’s way of ensuring their union bore strong offspring. She didn’t need to worry about that now. Subtly, he urged her closer, and she opened her mouth, sucking the tip in. He was too big for her to take all the way without training, but she did her best, fitting the tip in her mouth, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. She sucked, and he moved in and out, fucking her mouth gently. He massaged her jaw and throat, encouraging her to relax, and he moved further in with each motion.

Her eyes watered, but she kept sucking and trying to take him deeper. He took her hands and wrapped them around the shaft, and she took the hint, moving her hands and mouth a bit clumsily but finding a rhythm as he fucked her face, eventually hitting the back of her throat.

Tears streamed down her face and she watched him, her pupils blown with passion. “You’re so beautiful like this, on your knees for me, mate,” he grunted.

She made a noise, a hum that vibrated along his cock. His balls tightened as his release drew closer. It had been too long since he’d been with a female and his pretty little mate was too alluring, even in her inexperience.

“I’m going to come and you’ll swallow it all, understood? Or you’ll go to bed without an orgasm.”

She nodded, and he thrust a few more times before he came with a shout. His release shot into her mouth. Ropes of thick, creamy come that she struggled to swallow. He held himself inside of her until he finished. Some of his come spilled out of her mouth and he caught it with his finger, holding it out for her to lick. She cleaned his fingers eagerly, meeting his gaze for approval.

“Good girl. Are you ready for your reward?” She nodded, biting her lower lip. “Get on the bed, legs spread as wide as you can. Show me your pussy and how much you liked servicing me.”

She scrambled to her feet and raced to lie on the bed, legs splayed wide. Her pussy was coated in cream, swollen and red, ready for a climax. He considered toying with her, but she was already writhing on the bed, begging for relief.

He prowled to the bed, his cock already stirring to life, but he wasn’t going to claim Amalia. Not yet. But he’d give her some relief and enjoy her sweet pussy at the same time.

He grasped her ankles and tugged her to the edge of the bed, falling to his knees and spreading her legs further so he could fit between them. He opened her lower lips and stared at her glistening center, seeing the evidence of her arousal coating her deep pink pussy. Her nub was swollen and begging for his touch. He licked from her entrance to her clitoris and she arched her back off the bed with a cry.

He slapped her thigh. “Settle, mate, or I’ll stop.”

She whimpered and grasped the bedsheets, her muscles tense. He kissed her above her mound, then sucked her nub into his mouth, twisting his lips and sucking hard. She screamed and came hard, her release soaking his face. He slipped two fingers into her passage, rimming her opening to tease her and prolong her climax. Her legs closed around his shoulders, and she bucked against his face, riding him as he continued to lick, suck and stroke her through her climax and into another. He kept her coming until she finally collapsed boneless onto the bed.

He climbed onto the bed and pulled her under the covers, bringing her against his chest. She snuggled against him with a sleepy sigh. “Sleep, mate.”

“I like when you call me mate. Will you still be here when I wake?”

He kissed the top of her head. “I will be here.”