Page 31 of X’nath (Dark Orcs of Helfallow)

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The Art of Unraveling

GRACIE

“ X ’na—”

He pressed his soft lips to mine, tentative at first, as if he was unsure of the practice, and then more boldly. The moment I gasped, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and dominated my mouth, leaving me light headed. X’nath took over my senses, everything around us disappeared.

In a moment of weakness, I accepted his advance and returned his kiss passionately, my hand sliding up to cradle his face, feeling the scruff of his stubble. He groaned and pulled back enough to let me lead the kiss.

The push and pull of his dominance and submission was intoxicating, making me fall under his spell.

He tasted of the berries he last ate, sweet, decadent. My body had a mind of its own as I began to rub myself against him, trying to fuse our two bodies together without actually doing the dirty act itself.

His lips traveled across my jaw, his hands roaming the swell of my breast, waiting for me to push him away.

Every time I told myself to, my mouth became dry, my nipples became hard with his touch. I wanted to cry, to understand why I was desperately trying to self sabotage myself when he had done nothing but prove his self control time and time again.

“ Lak’osh…”

My body was in flames, I felt like I hadn’t been touched like this in a decade. I couldn’t speak, my body crying for him to relieve me from my never ending ache.

As if he could read my mind, he lifted me in his arms as he got to his feet, pulling off my boots as he carried me to his bed. The weight of his body on top of mine was a welcomed prison, my legs parting to accommodate his massive size.

As embarrassing as it was, the words slipped from my mouth like a confession I hadn’t planned on making, as if they had been weighing on my soul for far too long. “I can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath.

The admission felt like sacrilege, a betrayal of everything I knew was right.

X’nath’s gaze hardened, his proximity sending flames of desire through my body. His lips hovered near my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “And yet here you are,” he murmured, the words laced with a dark promise.

His calloused hands slipped beneath my top and pushed it up. I let out a sharp inhale when his hot mouth covered my nipple, his tongue teasing the tip in lazy circles before sucking.

I wasn’t a stranger to sex, but it had never felt like this, like I was about to internally combust if he didn’t fill me up. Whimpering, I grabbed his closest hand and brought it to my mouth, sucking his finger suggestively. There was a fire growing inside of me and I needed him to put it out quickly.

But X’nath had other plans. He trailed his tusks along the side of my waist as one hand gripped my jaw and the other began prying my legs apart widely. I watched like a voyeur as he pressed his face against the covered apex of my legs, inhaling me deeply and groaning as if in pain.

“Tell me you want this, Gracie. Because there will be no turning back after this. I want to respect you, I want?—”

I pressed my foot on his shoulder, digging my toes into his flesh to get his attention. “I want you to fill my pussy with your big, orc cock, X’nath. Shut up and stop playing with me,” I growled.

The next groan that came out sounded more like a snarl as he ripped off my clothes as well as his own in a few quick movements. His hard body pressed against mine as his lips captured me again, more aggressively this time. I didn’t know if orcs knew the art of kissing, and if X’nath didn’t, he was a fast learner.

“You drive me crazy,” I whispered.

“The feeling’s mutual,” he chuckled as he stood up, grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed with one jerk, splaying my hair behind me.

“Oh,” was all I could manage as my eyes traveled down his scar ridden body to his massive, jutting cock, staring at me. Metal beads glistened against the light filtering through his window, the shadows of more intricate scars along the shaft of his engorged cock. The sight of it made my mouth dry and his body rumbled with satisfaction at the attention.

“Soon, lak’osh, soon. Right now, I want to torture you the way you’ve left me tortured since I met you,” he grinned right before he got on his knees and dove between my legs like a starving man.

A gasp, then a whimper. I covered my face with my arms, too embarrassed to watch him devour me like he was worshiping a goddess, hoping she would answer his prayers by his act alone.

Pleasure climbed quickly, much faster than I thought my body was capable of. All those nights with my hands between my legs was just a shadow of what he was doing to me. Despite being able to bring myself to completion, it was nothing in comparison to how my body felt like a tightly strung bow about to snap with a flick of his tongue.

“I can’t—this is too much—” I whimpered, unsure if I was ready for what he was doing to me. It had never felt like this before, the point of both pain and pleasure, the precipice of an awakening I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

“You taste so good, lak’osh, as if the gods made you perfectly for me, to give me sustenance. I need this,” he said, dragging his tongue along my slit until he reached my clit, then swirled around it teasingly, “you were cruel to keep this away from me when I needed it so desperately.”

I panted, telling myself the jerk had the audacity to act like I did all of this on purpose, when in reality, I was torturing myself as well, bringing myself to the edge every time I touched myself to thoughts of him.

“I wanted you to touch me, X’nath,” I groaned as he dove his tongue back inside of me as if completing a spell. “As much as I hated wanting you, I hated the fact that you didn’t just take me and claim me as yours.”

As embarrassing as it was, the words slipped from my mouth like a confession before a priest. Forgive me father, for loving this sin…

Another whimper escaped me as X’nath doubled his efforts, watching my body’s reactions to his lingual spellcasting. My fingers gripped my hair, my nipples hardening to stone as my abs clenched from the growing tension that wanted—no, needed—to be released.

“X’nath, please!” I begged, unsure if it was for him to stop and let me breathe or for him to finish me off and kill me with pleasure.

He growled against my pussy, the vibration of it sending a zap of electricity up my spine right as he shoved a large finger inside of me, pumping it in and out rhythmically.

That was all it took. I cried out, then sobbed as my body was forced to endure waves and waves of ecstasy I had never known. Tears streamed down my face as X’nath sucked on my clit, teasing my swollen flesh with both finger and mouth until my body stopped trembling.

As much as my mind reveled in the euphoria of the moment, I found myself drifting into a darker train of thought. My previous life felt like a distant, hollow echo now—one that was worse than I had ever allowed myself to admit. How had I spent so long just accepting the bare minimum? Before, I hadn’t known there was anything more, anything better. I hadn’t known that this was even possible. But now, as I stood on the precipice of something so much more intense and alive, I questioned everything I’d been forced to settle for because of circumstance. How had I lived so long in the shadows of my own expectations, when something this explosive, this real , had always been within reach?

“X’nath,” I muttered between quiet sobs, like a personal prayer.

His quiet strength enveloped me as he let his full weight settle, caging me in, shielding me from the world that had once threatened to consume me. A world where the memories of a culture rooted in inequity still lingered—where human women were seen as lesser, where we were little more than commodities to be bought, sold, and traded like debts.

But here, in the Savage Claw Clan, under the careful hands of a young, cocky orc, I had discovered something my past life could never have imagined. X’nath had shown me a richer reality full of explosive color so bright, it was blinding.

With trembling hands, I cradled his face to me, inhaling his rich scent as I caught my breath. He watched me carefully, as if physically seeing me battle my inner demons in front of him. And that scared me. How could he see so deeply into my soul when I had done nothing but push him away, done nothing but spur him at every turn?

“It will be okay, lak’osh, ” he breathed against me. “Let me take care of you.”

An irrational spike of fear shot through me. The last man who was supposed to care for me had done nothing but hurt me, over and over again. He wrapped his apologies in honeyed words, twisting them until they felt like my fault each time, leaving me with nothing but shattered hopes and dreams, a pile of guilt and shame.

“I-I’m scared, X’nath,” I admitted quietly, admiring how he didn’t pull away, even as I laid myself bare, raw and vulnerable in a way I wasn’t used to.. “You’re… you’re just so intense.”

He nuzzled me beneath my jaw, his hips lazily rocking against me, his hard cock leaving a wet trail along the inside of my thighs.

“Then I’ll lend you my strength, lak’osh ,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “I’ll teach you how to take what’s yours.”

With one hand, he reached down and threw my leg over his shoulder, widening me enough for his invasion. I wrapped one arm around him, the other tracing a particularly ugly scar along his hip, staring into his eyes, allowing myself to follow where he led me.

He pressed his lips to mine and lined himself up expertly, slowly thrusting his cock into my pussy inch, by tortuous inch. I tasted myself on his lips as I stretched achingly around his girth, my flesh still swollen and sensitive from his tongue’s abuse, making me feel every ridge, every raised scar and vein as it slid inside.

Though I was wet from my previous climax, his size proved to be difficult to take in. I panted against his lips, cradling his face as if it was the only thing keeping me from floating away into a sea of overstimulation.

“You’re too big, X’nath,” I said, shaking my head.

“Have a little faith, little human. We’ll make it fit,” he grinned right before he gave one hard thrust and buried himself inside of me to the hilt.

He swallowed my scream and began pumping, his balls of metal beneath the crown of his cock scraping me more deliciously than I anticipated. The moment my arousal increased, he began a brutal pace, sliding me up against the furs on his bed. His hips slapped against mine, his mouth latching onto my collarbone as he lightly grazed his teeth across my flesh.

I cried when he abruptly pulled out, chuckling as he turned me onto my stomach and slammed himself back inside.

“You look beautiful beneath me, but lak’osh, my cock can only take so much of your beauty before the beast inside of me hungers for more,” he murmured against my shoulder blade, biting me. “Look at how well you take me, lak’osh. Your womb is hungry for it and I’m going to feed it.”

I had never had anyone speak to me in such a crass way that my mouth dropped open. X’nath slipped his thumb inside and laughed as he thrusted brutally against my ass, slamming his cock into my pussy with no mercy.

In this position, I found my pleasure intoxicating, my body’s reaction racing toward another climax—something I didn’t think was possible.

“X’nath!”

“I want to always worship you like, lak’osh. You’re going to have to stop being selfish, keeping away from me when this is where you belong,” he growled right before he reached his hand around and played with my clit.

Stars exploded before my eyes and I moaned against his furs. My pussy spasmed around his girth and he snarled, gripping my hips with both hands and finding his own release with the next few, hard thrusts.

We both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. A weird sense of shame rose within me and my fight or flight instincts kicked in. I squirmed to detach us only to have X’nath wrap his arm around me, locking us in place. “Not so fast, lak’osh. This is far from over,” he whispered seductively, rocking his hips once more.