Page 40 of The Rake OR The Orca Who Met His Match in a Selkie Desiring Revenge

Next to her, Aegir's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. His gaze darted across her body, as if he couldn’t decide where to look.

“I swear, Elspeth, when you let me touch you, you will never regret it. Watching that was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. And when I taste you?” He broke off, moaning. Strangling his cock so furiously that his stream of his pre-cum flicked off to land on her skin. She focused on it, and how the long strand connected the tip of his cock to the pool of it on her upper thigh.

Aegir inhaled deeply, his tongue tracing across his lips as if he might find the taste of her lingering there. As erotic as imagining hishands on her was, the thought of his touch still made her feel nervous.

But the thought of hismouth? That didn’t seem to have any negative association at all. Indeed, just the thought of his lips on her sent her climbing toward orgasm again. If only she didn’t have to worry about his hands, if—

"If you let me pin your arms down, you can taste me," she burst out.

He froze for a moment, his face frozen in shock, before he shook and, in a flash, Aegir was prostrate before her. He held his arms on either side of her, his mouth hovering over her sex.

“I’m just me right now, with my regular tongue, but I’ll make sure to be more interesting next time,” he rushed out.

Elspeth grasped onto each of his forearms, pinning them to the bed, as if they were the only thing keeping her on the planet. And perhaps, they were, because the second his mouth was on her, all thoughts of a “more interesting tongue,” and what that might entail vanished.

He licked at her labia, sucking, laughing, as if chasing the taste of her. He moaned into her, the hum of his sounds vibrating her clit.

His ass was in the air, knelt as he was over her, and his hips bucked, his neglected cock clearly seeking friction. Aegir wasted no time, once he had tasted every inch of her, he honed in on her clit. He toyed with herhood, running his tongue up and down the sides, slipping underneath to tap it. Elspeth had no idea what sorts of sounds she was making, But Aegir was clearly enjoying himself. On either side of her, his hands fisted the sheets, wresting her next orgasm from her with insistent pulses of his tongue. He sucked her through it, relenting only for a second before he latched onto her again, as if seeking another. On and on and it went, with Aegir pulling orgasms from her faster than she could recover.

Eventually, she was a puddle of pleasure, the feeling unending, until all at once, it was too much. Releasing his arms, Elspeth pushed his head away. Aegir grinned up at her languidly, half-lidded eyes sparkling. He flopped down next to her, and in her hazy, exhausted state Elspeth realized that his cock lay flaccid and leaking against his leg. The sight of it shocked her to attention.

“Did you come?”

Aegir blushed. “All over the sheets, like a first timer. I’m sorry if that’s not very impressive. I could’ve suppressed it, but you just tasted too good… And when you screamed my name as you came? It was over."

She screamed his name? Had she? “When did I do that?" she asked, trying not to sound smug.

“I think about four orgasms ago?” he said. That cocky smile worked its way onto his face again, and Elspeth reached over to push his shoulder.

“You needn't look so smug, you’re the one that came all over the sheets," she teased. When she moved her leg, she could feel the stickiness of it between them. “They’re covered! Well, since you decided to come all over my side of the bed, you’re going to have to share yours with me." Now that their intense moment was over, Elspeth felt more comfortable with the idea of his hands on her.

She scooted over, righting her chemise so that it covered her once more and presented Aegir with her back, grabbing each of his arms to wrap around her. She was uncertain why the barrier of her thin cloth was sufficient for her comfort, but she wasn't going to read too much into it, she'd rather just enjoy.

“How long before we need to leave?” She drew out the last syllable as she yawned.

“We have an hour or so. We could even leave around midday and still make it just after nightfall if we wanted to. Though, the dwarves tend to be very accommodating people, and if we arrive early enough, they might just decide that a feast is in order, but only if we give them enough time to prepare." Elspethcould hear the smile in his voice, and squeezed his arms around her waist.

“That sounds nice, do they make very good food?” From what little she had heard of dwarves, she half expected them to eat all manner of mushrooms, and nothing else.

“The best. Plus, I have friends there who could make us human or Orcish food as well, if you’d like to try it.”

Dwarf, human, and Orcish food? Her palate was going to be getting a tour it seemed.1

“Oh! Do you like children? My friends have three, and I usually stay with them, but if you aren’t fond of them, we could always stay elsewhere. They are a little rowdy, but part of that is my fault. They associate me with presents and piggyback rides.”

Pursing her lips, Elspeth nodded. "No, that’s fine. I like children well enough. I don’t—" she turned her head and buried her face into the pillow.

He'd sounded so fond when he spoke of the children but it brought up all sorts of other questions. Would he want his own? Would he expect her to give them to him? And why was she even thinking of such things when the entire point of this mission, aside fromrescuing her brother, was finding some way out of the situation?

“I’m certainly not ready for any of my own, but I like them well enough," she called out, the pillow muffling her words.

Behind her, Aegir nestled into the side of her neck. “Don’t start talking about that, then I’ll be thinking about filling you up with my cum. Which, by the way, I can make sure won’t result in any children until you give me the word otherwise. I don’t think either of us are ready for them right now…" He trailed off, leaving them in silence for a moment. “Especially not with everything, so… unsettled. I’ve never been sure about it either way, but as it is, my current lifestyle doesn’t lend itself especially well to the idea of pups."

“Good. That’s quite convenient. I’ve spent so long caring for everyone else, that the idea of having some time to explore what I want is incredibly appealing."

She was young still, only thirty, and had plenty of time to worry about pups later. Then again—she realized—she had no idea how long-lived Aegir might be. Was he thousands of years old like the elves? Or was he already in the twilight of his life? She had heard of races who had but fifty short years, and itwas possible, though he was obviously an adult, Aegir could be half her age. She shuddered.

"How old are you? How long do humans live?" she asked, unable to keep the shake of fear from her voice.