The Gardener and The Orc

Chapter 4

[Skipping to the smut? Chapters 4, 5, 7, 11, 12, and 13 are the smutty ones so far, I won't judge!]

"I do not take what is not freely given," his whisper a warm bath across her now goose-pimpled skin. He chose his next words exactingly, methodically stressing each word to make her shudder, "You. Will. Beg."

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Lilith braced her arms beside herself against the tree, eyes closed tightly and full lips pressed firmly together until his words made her gasp. His scent at this proximity was potent and utterly intoxicating, curling around her core like tendrils of desire until it clenched ever-tighter; she snapped her eyes open looking around wildly half-expecting the feeling of them to take physical form. His tongue darted out to wet his lips in a deliberately-slow fashion, her vision fixed on the movement, captivated by the wet silken appendage and envisioning all the places it could go. When it disappeared back behind his lips, a cocky smile formed in its absence, the mere sight snapping her out of whatever this scent-driven madness was. Her eyes flashed up to his, glaring, but he was languidly watching her through thick lashes and half-hooded eyes.

"I--I will not deign to *beg*" she uttered the last syllable with clear distaste, but he only leaned in further without retort, his whole lithe form only centimeters from hers but still carefully not touching. She suddenly found the small distance between them electrifying, like sparks of pleasure dancing across the surface of her skin. He acknowledged the feeling with a knowing dark chuckle, tilting his head curiously to study her for a reaction. Heat and need pooled at the apex of her thighs, causing her breathing to hitch into soft quick gasps, her long lashes fluttering at the intensity of eagerness that washed over her. He wholly looked on in approval, his nostrils flaring before he dragged in another long inhale of her scent. "I ken you now feel what I feel every time I scent the goods you trade to my brothers, every time I cross your path..." he trailed off, his smile faltering, his tone suddenly serious. "Ach, I ken you even feel my need to track you down, to find you, to hunt you" he buried his face into her thick wavy hair and breathed deep.

Lilith impulsively squirmed away from the movement, spitting out a barrage of cusses interlaced with words like "fiend," "brute," and "rake" before she finally threw her arms up in an attempt to push him away. She found his rigidly-muscled bare chest immovable, like he was rooted in place in front of her, but every millimeter of skin in contact with his felt like it was being consumed by a fire of desire. Pure heat but without pain, making her hiss in surprise and draw back from the touch, but his hand whipped forward to clutch both her wrists and hold them firmly in place. She could feel his heart thudding in his chest through the fevered connection, and abruptly found that every molecule of skin not touching his felt god damned cold.

There were no words for it. She stopped trying to wriggle away, staring intently at his hand over hers. The orc broke through the silence, every letter on his tongue ringing with possession, "A wager, then--a deal: I can finish what you could not" he nodded his head towards the nearby willow tree she had failed to find completion in "and if you ken you never want to set eyes on me again after I've sated your thirst, I will go." He finally released her hands, backing away and putting his arms up in surrender, his eyes glittering with amusement like he knew she couldn't turn down a good trade and added "No falsehoods."

She exhaled suddenly, like she didn't realize she was holding in her breath, and met his eyes with a glowering stare, rubbing one of her wrists with the other hand. Her thighs were pressed tight together, her lower abdomen feeling like it was still wound tightly and waiting to be unbound, her brain addled with a hunger to be touched. But even then she managed to turn the idea over in her head...and found that even if the needs of her body made her biased to accept the offer, the arrangement was a win-win for her. She had yet to meet an orc that went back on their word, and her precipitous need to be fulfilled would be purely transactional, no?

She eyed him warily, still rubbing at her wrists waiting for the warmth to return to her skin, but answered with a resolute nod. "No falsehoods," she parroted back before carefully squeezing out from between him and the tree, trying to not touch him again until...she worried her lower lip and found it subtly swollen with desire at the mere thought. Lilith moved determinedly toward the willow tree, her arms now crossing her chest and rubbing her upper arms through her tunic sleeves, still feeling like a chill swept over her. The movement chafed over her chest, which she found raw and aching in want, still pebbled through her tunic and partially concealed by her vest. A stifled whimper escaped her bitten lip from simply grazing them with the motion, her shoulders stiff with embarrassment and hands back at her sides by the time she reached the trunk.

The orc had followed soundlessly behind her until he countered her whimper with another rumbling growl that sounded suspiciously like a purr, making her jump. He wasted no time, not even asking before grabbing her by the hips and lifting her first onto the lowest hanging branch. They went up and up until he reached her shameful perch, away from the barking dogs and up towards the twilight of the sky, hidden by a blanket of willow reeds lest Kors rode in before sundown. Warmth bloomed at his touch, and she realized every time he let go to haul himself up she felt its keen absence. He halted on that wide branch, offering a corded muscled arm to pull her up into his waiting lap.

Nothing could have prepared them for the thrilling, delightfully scorching sensation of her whole backside being pressed into the front of his. He groaned as if he'd never experienced that sensitivity so thoroughly before, making him pull her rear tight against his lap. His own dire need was readily apparent, thick and pulsing against the full curve of her rear. Only when her back was fully flush with his chest did she realize just how far up her lower spine his girth spread, making her gasp and him exhale rapturously into her ear. "Given freely...say stop and I'll stop" he promised with a heated whisper, and all she could do was nod, suddenly shy despite the heady scent that was overtaking her.

He wrapped one arm across her torso, hand grasping her shoulder, while his other snaked down to the front of her riding trousers, untying them with expert digits and diving straight in. She squirmed in his lap at the directness of it all--apparently she had anticipated some form of build-up to the act--but his fingers still found their way beneath her underthings to drag across already-slick folds. Either her movement against his length or the waiting wetness that pooled between her thighs prompted a satisfied grunt; he found it invitation enough to press the pad of his finger and begin deftly circling the bud of nerves hooded at the top of her crease.

Lilith moaned softly, arching her back to the touch, pushing her hips forward in an eager attempt to feel more, lifting off his lap. He practically snarled, forcing her hips back in place possessively and slowing the torturously-good touch to a lazy coil until she saw fit to behave. Her whimpers of pleasure were keening between gasps, but she kept her rear planted in place now, head leaning back against his chest with her eyes fluttering closed. Satisfied with her wordless submission, he gradually increased his speed and pressure, listening to her breathing and sounds of gratification to guide him. His hungry eyes flitted from the look of bliss on her face, to the heave of her pert breasts every time she gasped, past the gentle arch of her torso to where his hand dipped below the line of her trousers, like it was a visual feast he'd commit to memory.

The hand on her shoulder dragged low, tentatively brushing the voluminous swell of her breast, breathing in her delicate and delicious scent, murmuring "Is it good, my dove? Here up in your tree?" Her hands reached out in answer, one grasping to guide his fingertips below the neck of her tunic so he could cup and pinch her breast, the other finding his hand between her legs and pushing it harder against herself, undoubtedly wanting more. He tweaked her peaked nipple in countenance, his other giving her the additional pressure she so desperately needed, driving her closer and closer to release.

Just as Lilith found herself on the edge of euphoria for the second time in a day, his labored movements against her clit began to slow again. Her eyes blinked open, looking up at him for the first time clearly since he had begun and searching his expression for any hint of disapproval, her cheeks bright red and gaze glassy with dazed pleasure. He had a positively wicked grin on his face as he held her stare, pointedly shifting his hand so that the pad of his thumb lazily rolled across her swollen clit. His index and middle finger ventured further down her now-thoroughly soaked undergarments, finding their way to the base of her slit, gently prodding her dripping-wet crease apart to delve them just inside, stopping at the second knuckle. She gasped and clenched around his fingers tightly, her core nearly convulsing with need, but he went no further. "No more" he uttered defiantly, "until you beg."