Lights, Camera, Orc-tion!

19: Hickeys (NSFW)

Kahdreg narrowed their eyes at Avicia, once she revealed her idea. "Are you certain?"

"I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't like them." Under Kahdreg's scrutiny, Avicia's lips pursed into a pout. She ignored the heat still burning at her cheeks from explaining her idea to Kahdreg. She glanced sidelong, to where Kahdreg's grasp had re-affixed itself to her wrist, keeping her hands level with her shoulders. Sudden uneasiness softened her voice as she admitted, "I know a lot of people find hickeys juvenile, but I thought it would work as a compromise and they're easy enough to hide, if needed."

Hesitantly, Avicia dared to look back up at Kahdreg, her nerves dancing across her body. It had been a strange realization that, after a certain age, many of Avicia's peers and potential lovers found hickeys undesirable. Typically, it was under the guise of professionalism, but it seemed a good deal of others simply didn't like the little love bites.

What Kahdreg felt about them, or her idea, Avicia couldn't say. They stared cooly down at her, eyes half-lidded and expression indecipherable. Absentmindedly, the orc would rub their thumbs against her wrists, making the whole of Avicia's arms tingle.

She was about to reel back in her idea with an awkward laugh. Assure them it was just an idea and not something they had to do. Try to forget she had ever mentioned the silly thought, to begin with. Before she could, Kahdreg's face dropped to the crook of her neck, burying themselves against her.

"Kahdre- hng!" Her gasp was cut off as Kahdreg's tongue traced a path along her throat. Her body jerked, back arching as a moan strangled in her throat. Kahdreg's lips curved into a smirk against her skin, searing heat further into Avicia. Through clenched teeth, she hissed, "You ass."

"What'd I do?" Their tone was all too innocent to be genuine. It didn't help that she could feel their lips curled into that infuriating smirk. Avicia squirmed beneath them, only receiving a firmer grip around her wrists. "Well, Avicia?"

They just wanted her to answer, so whatever they did would interrupt her again. A drag of their teeth, a sigh of their breath, their lips enclosing around a section of her throat. Any of it would make Avicia gasp or whimper or mewl. Just imagining her next sounds, how she'd squirm and writhe beneath them, made Kahdreg burn.

"As soon as I talk, you're goin-nng..." Her last word trailed off into a half-muffled groan, her jaw clenched to keep quiet as Kahdreg sucked on her neck. Again, their lips curled into a smirk against her, an amused huff escaping their nose. Avicia's fingers flexed, splaying and curling as the orc teased her. Frustration peppered the delight, unable to retaliate in her current position. Kahdreg trailed their lips along her throat, kissing and nipping in a slow and careful fashion, almost distracting her from her irritation. Avicia's heart thrummed harder, her breaths turning ragged with strained anticipation.

Finished with teasing her, or perhaps driven by the hungry heat, Kahdreg tugged the neck of her tee-shirt. Gasps seared in her throat as his mouth trailed to the spot between her shoulder and neck, lips and tongue gingerly tracing over her skin. Suddenly, their mouth bore down on her, midway between neck and shoulder, tongue and teeth teasing as suction pulled and reddened her skin.

A whimper shot from her lips, her back arching as tingles shot from where Kahdreg's mouth landed to the wet heat between her legs. Her hands twisted in Kahdreg's hold, excitement piquing as they kept her still. From her core, the sensations rippled back out, crawling down her legs to make her toes curl and back up to her chest, nipples prickling and hardening against the fabric of her bra. Without realizing, Avicia's hips rolled against the orc, rubbing herself against the knee between her thighs. The friction another intoxicating sensation that made her throb.