The room heats as a dizziness makes me feel unsteady. I must mate with her, breed my offspring into her little belly before I lose my mind.
“You are my most precious possession,” I start, her thumbs glancing over my tusks. “The most beautiful creature in the universe.”
The need to spread her legs and deliver my seed in an angry rush battles with the other need to caress and comfort her, protect her and teach her. Be her leader, the wall against which she throws all her problems so I can destroy them and make her smile.
I want her screams to echo in my ears as I stuff her full of me. I want her running to me and only when she’s joyful or sad. The contrast of hard and soft, destruction and protection, war inside me.
A hoarse rumble rips through my chest as I drag her forward, nuzzling my mouth at her soft neck, thethump thump thumpof her pulse against my lips. Fear crashes through me from my head to my toes, knowing I would kill even my own brothers if they hurt her.
“I’m scared I will hurt you.” I allow her to hear my fear, pulling back to see the desire roaming over her face.
“It will be okay.”
“What if it is not?” I roar, throwing my head back. “You must tell me if I am hurting you, always.”
“I will.” Her breath laps at my lips, sweet and tempting as I grip her ass and run my thick fingers down her thighs, her pink nipples pressing through the fabric of her blouse. “I want you, Mol. Deep inside, here, I can feel it.”
She drops a hand, palm over her heart, the other flat on her belly, making me wince with a deep, unfamiliar feeling. “That is the mating drive inside you. We are destined. Across galaxies I’ve waited for you.”
She bites her lip as I run my hand between her legs, kneading at the heated leather covering her ripe pussy. I need her. Only her. Forever.
That same pleasured moan seeps from her pink lips and I reach up to work the laces free on her corset, then fling it across the room. I know little about mating outside of the mechanics of the act. With so few females left, it is rarely spoken of and for a moment, I wonder if I can give my mate what she needs.
“I want to satisfy you.” I squeeze my hand between her legs, the liquid warmth seeping through the leather, making me shudder as I press my forehead to hers. “Your scent is destroying me.”
“Well, that’s not good. I don’t want my mate destroyed.”
Hearing her say that nearly makes me nearly black out. “I will be many things to you. I know that now, in this moment, much more than your mate. Something…in our language it is called Faleth.”
“What does that mean?”
“It is your mate, your greatest champion, your leader and your teacher. When I fed you earlier, I felt it. I will make you my toy, make you filthy with me, breed you, guide you, then bathe you like my precious jewel. Care for and love you like my family. My child. Show you my pride in you, take your pain and always be your safest harbor. Mating is the act but being your Faleth is a position of honor. One I will earn everyday as I protect you from the world and yourself if need be.”
“More like a father,” she says and I nod. “But,dirtier.” She traces the lobe of my ear with her finger, then leans down, dappling breath tickling as she speaks. “Daddy.”
The word sends a crush of revelation deep into my soul. Yes. This human word makes more sense.
I run my hands around the back of her neck, encircling it completely with the collar of my fingers. “My mother used to call my father Faleth, and he called her his little one. This is right. You will call me Daddy when we are alone, when I am breeding you, bathing you, spanking you, spoiling you. You will call me Mol in front of others if you wish.”
“Making rules for me already?” She teases, her cherub face glowing as I lick the crevice between her breasts.
“There will be many rules. You will follow them or you will find out why you should. I will have a reason for everything I do, baby. You will learn to trust me without question.”
“Your tongue…” She looks down, watching me as I flick and press the fabric lower with my top tongue. “It’s…unique. Like two in one.”
“Different than humans, yes.” I squeeze my hand around the back of her neck, my need exploding inside of me. “Now, we will kiss and you will see more.”
I drag her mouth to mine, the room already spinning with my lust, my filthy thoughts of her body soaked in my spend. She tastes like candy and dreams I never dared to dream. This tiny human has me twisted and desperate as I break through her lips, tasting her mouth as her warm tongue wraps with mine.
She’s making those sounds again as my heart pummels against my breast plate. My hands trace up her back until I hold the top edge of her blouse and tug. The fabric rips easily as a fury of need razors down into my belly. My cock stands straight out, dancing at her knees, pulsing and reaching for the origin of the scent between her legs the room full of the mating glow.
“So, do I understand that orcs…they don’t have just fun? Like, it’s one mate and that’s it? Forever?”
“Yes. Unlike humans.” I say and my temples pound as I consider the next question. “Have you…had fun before?”
She takes a long breath and I want to tear down the house waiting for her answer. When she shakes her head, I want to drop to my knees.
“No, not that kind of fun. The world sort of went bananas when I was a teenager and I didn’t really think much aboutfun.”