Fated To The Orc King

Chapter 13

▪️I Z A R A▪️

"Beg for it..." Baldur whispered.

I whimpered at the deep husky tone of his voice and leaned over the back of the sofa; my orgasm was just within reach. My thighs trembled as my back arched, my entire body humming with pleasure while the Orc King stood behind me.

The sound of his raspy chuckle reached my ear before the surface of his large palm connected with the bare skin of my right buttock. I panted at the stinging sensation, my fingers digging into the soft cushions even more.

"Go on, Izara, you know you want to!"

"Fuck..." I moaned then yelped when his hand came down and spanked me harder this time, the resounding smack seeming to echo off the stone walls of the library.

His mouth lowered to lick the lobe of my ear, "If you want my cock, you're going to have to beg for it, my love."

Anu's beard!

The term of endearment had been unexpected and it only served to fuel my arousal even more. His voice, as I had come to recently comprehend, had the ability to get me hot in a matter of seconds.

Licking me again, he said, "Don't be shy, I know you want all ten inches deep inside you."

I did, and just as I was about to give in and beg, I felt Baldur pull away and I whined at the loss of the warmth of him. Before I knew what was happening, he was kneeling behind me, the feel of his breath fanning against my vulva making my legs tremble and I gasped when he leaned forward to bury his face into me.

"Oh!" I inhaled at the feel of him licking from my clit all the way to my sphincter.

The sensation was pleasant but unusual, for no one had ever touched me back there like that, much less used their lips and tongue. Once the initial shock wore off, the sudden rush of pleasure caused me to stand on the tips of my toes, unsure of whether I wanted to run away from his touch or push back for more.

Baldur groaned as his tongue devoured me.

His hands dug into my ass cheeks, obscenely pulling them apart before letting them fall back into place. The skin of my face flamed at his vulgar actions, and while I may have felt shy because of what we were doing, the Orc King was absolutely relentless in the way his mouth moved against me.

It felt so wrong what he was doing, but I wanted more, needed more. Craving it like my next breath and I unexpectedly found myself pushing back into him, causing a grunt of appreciation to rumble in his throat.

"Please..." I begged, hoping that he would relent and give me what I needed.

I longed to have him inside me, wanting to feel his girth stretch me wide, anticipating the way the ridges along his length would stimulate my inner walls. When the Orc King stood, I hummed, eager for what was to come next.

In response to the sound I made, he chuckled then gave my backside another smack.

The excitement flowing through me was so intense that I felt slightly unsteady and I gripped the back of the sofa tighter. Without warning, the shelves within the library began to blur and I briefly closed my eyes to steady myself.

Upon blinking my lids open, I found myself staring up at Dura's concerned face.

"What the hell!" I shrieked.

It took me a moment to observe my surroundings and I certainly was not expecting to see the elderly Orc staring down at me so intently. The realisation that I had been dreaming caused my heart to race against my chest and I silently prayed that I had not been talking in my sleep, seeing that I had a habit of doing it sometimes.