The Gardener and The Orc

Chapter 12

[If you're only here for the smut, this chapter as well as 4, 5, 7, and 11 are waiting for you! As always, I'll never judge. This chapter will tackle Lilith being a switch and topping her dom, next chapter will be some thorough brat-taming (which she very badly needs)]

"How shall I use my pet today?" he mused aloud, "Make her sit upon my writhing tongue after licking all over? Mark her rear with my hand for her earlier insolence?" A wicked smile graced his features as he began to knead one of her breasts in his hand, his fingertips teasing the nipple delightedly. "Let her finally taste my cock? Make her ride it?" His other hand slipped beneath her underwear and parted her slick folds, his index and middle finger finding the bundle of nerves there quickly and circling it, making her squirm and moan, her hand slipping down over his to press it more firmly between her thighs. "Or will she make me beg on my hands and knees before I lay another finger on her?" he used Lilith's own words against her and as if on cue moved both his hands away from their pleasurable ventures, using one to lift her right thigh and spread her legs apart further while the other slid up to her neck and forcing her to look directly at him.

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The need and desire to challenge him, to put this smug orc in his place, rose within her and thrashed like a chained beast tethered inches from its prey. It clawed its way to the surface, flashing dangerously in her eyes and glittering with intent as he stared her down. His nostrils flared scenting her shift in demeanor, his hand sliding from her neck to her chin so a curled index finger and thumb could tilt her head closer to his face, studying her. Resolve was etched into her expression, lips pursed almost into a pout and eyes narrow, carefully considering her options rather than give in to the impulsivity that plagued her.

Gareth's mischievous smile gave way to a manic grin that bared his white fangs, "My pet wants me to submit to her?" He raised her face just a bit further and leaned down, his lips so close to hers she could feel electricity crackling in the finite distance between them. His eyes were alight with curiosity, his grin now positively conspiratorial. "Is this why ye resist calling me Master?" His breath upon her was warm and delicious, making her tongue dart out to wet her lips expectantly and feel slightly less resolute. He chuckled at her anticipation but was either too keen for her reply to close the gap or very intentionally holding out, as they had yet to kiss despite their prior encounters.

"I'm not entirely sure you've earned that yet," Lilith mused and cocked her head to the side with her chin still in his grasp; now it was her turn to study him. Gareth was objectively handsome, there was no denying that. And she had thoroughly enjoyed indulging in letting him take charge before, but now that this was evolving past a few lascivious encounters his unceasing arrogance over dominating her was grating. Her eyes flitted down his torso appreciatively, that almost-predatory glimmer still bubbling beneath their surface. She was obligated to accept he was significantly larger than her and could easily use his immense form to rebuff her advances, but that somehow made the challenge all the more thrilling.

"What happened to my shy little dove, begging and blushing and whimpering for me?" He wondered aloud, leaning past her face to brush his lips along her delicate jawline but still holding her chin with his thumb.

Her eyelids fluttered shut at the feel of his lips, drawing in a deep breath and taking in his intoxicating scent. It was all she needed to make her mouth water and her core pool with desire. "Are you too proud to beg for me in turn, if that is what I wish?" she asked. Even if only for a short while -- it was impossible to resist him for long. But she felt no need to justify her current inclination to him. "I am not forcing your hand, and neither are you forcing mine...'freely given' you said, yes?" She reached up behind herself to grab a fistful of his long black hair on the back of his head to urge his lips toward her neck.