Page 77 of The Orc Warrioress and the Elf Lord

Her throat felt tight.

Fuck, fuck, what am I going to do?

Her gaze swept him.

And, as if in answer, his cock jerked a little.

She bit down on her lower lip, looking at him there.

His cock jerked again, as if it was aware that she was looking at it. Slowly, but very clearly, his cock began to thicken and straighten. Iahir’s breath hitched in his sleep and he thrust his hips a little. His erection strengthened.

She remembered this before, in the inn, watching him there, looking at him, and thinking that it would be wrong to touch him in his sleep, but now…

Well, she also remembered back in the capital, how she had shamefully touched herself and imagined putting her mouth on him. And his cock, it was, well, it was as pretty as the rest of him. His shaft was pale, but the tip of him was pink and swollen. The little opening there at the tip of him seemed to give her a knowing look, like an eye, like it wanted to wink at her.

It wanted a kiss, didn’t it?

It would be better to do it while he was asleep anyway, because if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t have to communicate that to him. She should just try it out, she thought.

Decided, she arranged herself so that she could get her mouth at him.

At first, she simply pressed her lips against the very tip of him.

Iahir’s breath hitched again. He moved his hips, and the tip of his cock pressed against her lips, demanding entry.

So, she opened her lips and let him slide in a little, just taking the head of him in her mouth, letting her tongue slide over his skin. He was very silky here, and she had to admit the taste of his skin was intriguing and not unpleasant.

She sucked a little, but only gently.

He thrust again, and she suddenly had a mouthful of him. It startled her, but it wasn’t bad either. She liked that, and as he began to cant his hips, letting out little sighs in his sleep, she arranged herself to accommodate him comfortably.

This was arousing her, the way he was fucking her mouth in his sleep. Something about it, it was a bit transgressive, but in just the right way. She moaned, applying her tongue as his cock slipped deeper into her mouth.

And then his movement stopped.

She looked up to see that his eyes were open.

“Warrioress,” he said in a hoarse voice.

She only hummed around his cock, sliding down on him, taking him deep.

He groaned. “What are you doing?” His voice was tattered.

In answer, she moved her mouth against him.

“You’re a naughty warrioress, are you then?” he breathed. “You like sucking elf prick? Like that in your mouth?”

She moaned out her assent, moving faster against him.

He gasped, shutting his eyes. “Are you going to swallow me, warrioress? I’m close. I was too aroused before, and now I’m riding the edge, and if you don’t move off, I’m going to fill your mouth with my release. Is that what you want?”

She would have thought she did not want that, but something about the way he said it made her want it, want it in that same, bothersome, transgressive way that she had liked sucking him in his sleep, and she moved deeper onto him, clamping her lips tight around the base of him as she took him right down her throat.

He let out a strangled noise, and he shivered and there were goosebumps on his belly, just under that trail of blond hair that went down to join the hair above his cock, and then her mouth was suddenly being filled with something thick and salty and she swallowed and swallowed, instinctive, and it wasn’t really unpleasant, actually, not at all.

“Oh, Oirhil save us both, Gathren, you’ve just done that.” He was all astonishment. He yanked her up, pulling her off of him as he softened, and began to kiss her earnestly, his tongue in her mouth and she wondered if he could taste himself there.

She clamped her legs around one of his and rocked herself into him like before.