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“Then get some curtains,” she snips, giving me a self-righteous smirk.

“You test me on purpose, Selthe. Do not think I don’t know. But, beware, if you do not wish the lives of others to be in jeopardy, you will not show yourself to others again. It may not be your fault, but it is theirs for looking and I will kill the next man—human or orc—that sees you like this.”

“Is this another rule?”

She is still testing me and words are not what her bratty mouth needs right now.

I did not understand oral before yesterday, but I do now and it’s time for her to have her little mouth fucked.

I reach out and fist her ink-black hair, tugging her to the chair by the low fire and pushing her down onto her bare ass. I unhook my belt, letting my already erect cock free, the glow lighting up her face as she crosses her arms.

“What’s this, Daddy? You have a treat for me?”

“How do you go from my sweet little bird to such a mouthy brat?”

She shrugs. “I have many talents.”

Her tongue glances over her bottom lip as I grip the base of my cock, a stream of thick cream oozing from the pointed tip. The ridge two inches below swells as the tension of my knot preparing for what’s coming tightens the muscles down the backs of my legs.

“You like that fat cock. Orc cock.”

I grab the sides of her head and introduce her to this kind of oral.

“Holyyakan,” I grunt as she hums around the first inches of my cock. “You’re going to have to open a lot wider than that.”

Orcs don’t measure ourselves, but watching my little toy try to take me like this, it looks obscene. But I’m confident she will figure it out. She is nothing if not tenacious.

She licks her way down for a bit, all the way to my balls, paying each its proper attention, and my eyes roll back.

“Suck Daddy.” I shove my hips forward when her lips return to the tip. “You will swallow every drop left in my balls. All four of them.”

Her eyes are wide, she sputters and gags as I get the hang of this oral. It is a gift from the gods. Just like she is.

“Down your throat now.” I ease her head back, getting a better angle, and push past her tonsils, roaring at the ceiling as the muscles down my back knot. “This is downtown. This is good.”

She gargles around my length, and I ease out of her for a moment, giving her a breath. Saliva drips down her face, tears on her cheeks.

“Downtown is like…” She smiles up at me. I like her on her knees like this. “Usuallydowntownfor you going down on me. But, whatever. And,good? Can I get something a little more enthusiastic? Geez.” She rolls her eyes and I answer her question by driving my dick right back into her bratty mouth.

She works it hard, her cheeks hollow as my second cock wonders why there are not two mouths.

“More. I’m close, baby. Daddy’s almost there.”

Her hand drops between her legs and she sets me off with her own moan of pleasure vibrating around me.

My body seizes, bright lights peppering my vision as my life thus far flashes behind my closed eyes. My spend races from my balls and sprays into the back of her throat, my knot thickening as her tiny hands work the inches that are impossible for her to take.

Her throat massages around me as the climax bursts forward. Cum seeps out of her lips even as she swallows and takes what I’m giving.

Spurt after hot spurt, my baby tries so hard.

Her face and body are thick with me by the time I’m done and I pull her from the floor, her legs wrapping around, and I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her, knowing life will never be the same.

“I love you,” I say, the words feeling foreign but impossible to restrain. “I love you,” I repeat, getting used to it. These are not words orcs use, but the feeling overwhelms me and looking into her sweet, spunk covered face, my throat tightens, and my eyes burn.

“Don’t cry, Daddy. I love you too.”

“I do not understand this.” I hold her sticky rear end in one hand and wipe away the salty tears with the other.


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