Lights, Camera, Orc-tion!

21: Penitence

Almost as soon as Avicias words left her lips, Kahdreg's mouth bore down on her. Instant heat and tingling shot through her, drawing a gasp from her. Her eyes fluttered shut, stomach excitedly clenching, as the onslaught of sensations swallowed up her brain.

The soft moist warmth of Kahdreg's lips and tongue along her neck. The graze of their teeth, threatening to push just a little harder than before, lingering on her pounding pulse, sensing the excited beat of her heart. The way their body leaned in while insistent palms pulled her closer. Every touch searing and fizzing along her nerves. The feel of their shirt as her hands pressed against their chest, feeling the thud of their heartbeat against her palm. The inferno alighting in the air between their bodies.

For Kahdreg, the rest of the world had ceased to exist. There was only Avicia's sounds - little gasps and whimpers - and their own pounding pulse in their ears. Her warmth and softness razed Kahdreg's nerves wherever they touched; at the orc's chest and hands and lips and tongue. Tongue and scent were saturated in her flavor and scent. Faint memories of last night prickled through Kahdreg's head, when they'd maneuvered themselves between her legs, where Avicia's heat and aroma were the strongest, the most tantalizing.

Her hands fisted into Kahdreg's shirt, pulling them closer as her breath caught. Kahdreg's teeth dug harder into her skin, a low growl resonating softly in their chest as their fingers dug into Avicia's body, excited by her own insistence. At some point, Kahdreg free hand drifted to Avicia's hair, fingers threaded through her locks and tugged her head back, to have more of her exposed to their hungry mouth. Prickles crawled from Avicia's scalp, down her back, to her core, making her thighs squeeze tight.

Kahdreg had even chosen a spot further up her throat than before, a place that was far more obvious unless she wore a turtleneck. Avicia couldn't find the sense to care. There was too much heat, too much delight searing through her.

She could hide any hickey with a choker or a scarf during her camgirl session. Or just keep it displayed. Maybe stoke some competitive spirit among her fans. Not to mention walking around with the live bites would reaffirm her status as Director Kahdreg's just-as-intimidating-when-angered girlfriend to her co-workers. And perhaps to any trashy gossipy magazines and websites. A small part of her admitted how believable it'd make their scheme, especially to a certain siren.

But those thoughts were vague and quick, almost non-existent as her body writhed under Kahdreg's mouth. The orc's knee came between her legs - or maybe she looped a leg around one of theirs and tugged them closer herself, Avicia wasn't certain - and she angled herself against them. The friction became another satisfying facet to all the sensations, another source of heat between them. Another low, hungry rumble vibrated through Kahdreg's chest, making Avicia's core ripple.

Further along the hall, the sound of a door opening caught Avicia's ear. All at once, the realization of their position dropped on her. Embarrassment tinged the warmth stirring inside her. Her growing gasps and ragged breathing, Kahdreg's low groans and growls. The way the orc's hand grasped at her shirt, the fabric bunching and showing off swaths of her previously covered skin. If they did this in the open much longer, they risked exposing an unconsenting party to their borderline lewd PDA.

"Kahdreg, we should go-" A sudden whimper - a reaction from Kahdreg shoving her against the door in an effort to press their bodies harder together - broke through her lips before she could finish telling the orc they should continue in her apartment.

Her words or the sudden mewl shook Kahdreg from their hormonal stupor. They jerked back, glazed eyes slowly widening as they realized something had crossed into 'too much' territory. Most likely their own actions. Shame clawed up the back of their neck. Especially as they noticed how heavily they themselves were breathing, how excited they'd groan. When their eyes darted to Avicia's neck, seeing not just one fresh hickey but three, guilt slammed into their gut. Each love bite was dark and red and in fairly visible spots.