Tansy of the Wilds

Chapter Thirty-Three

A slow, wicked smirk crawled its way onto Xer'tal's face as he savored her tousled look. He took in the soft flush that dusted her cheeks, the glitter of satisfaction in her eyes as she rather teasingly asked what he wanted. The way she framed her proposal was enough to push him over the pinnacle of his restraint. Despite his earlier resolve, her enticing state was making it extremely hard for him to maintain his self-control.

"With you beneath me." He rasped out his mother tongue, savouring the fact he could be with Tansy as he was. Orc and all. His voice was huskier than ever, laced with raw lust and need. He rolled them over swiftly, caging her with his muscular arms, his gaze danced with a primal hunger, his lips twitching upwards in a smirking smile full of promise. "I'm going to claim you, Tansy, as my wife." He declared it evenly, every syllable throbbing with intent. His declaration wasn't a threat, it was a promise as he looked down at her flushed face, her hair spread out below her like she was some sort of ancient fertility goddess.

"Remember, love, this is just the beginning. I will have you how I have wished from the moment I met you." Xer'tal spoke the words as a demand seeped into his voice. Tonight he planned to make her scream for him, to echo his name back into the four corners of their chamber. The ache of his restrained arousal was becoming more and more prominent. His cock was insistent, throbbing between them.

To his surprise Tansy reached up and cupped his large face in her hands. "All I ask is for my husband to make sure I know who I belong to." Her thumbs caressed his cheekbones softly. "I wish for his mark to be branded into me so deeply that I will never be able to get it out." She shifted her legs, her knees on either side of his ribcage. He lowered himself until his heavy shaft was pressed right up against her slick core and she gave a heady moan that had his hand fisting in the bedding by her head.

"Oh, yer gunna be marked, alright." His answer was a husky growl, a vow burning with anticipation and longing. His cock strained with need, a throbbing response to her teasing movements against him. A sigh of deep satisfaction escaped his lips as his length pressed harder against her heated core, the slick heat driving him wild. He dipped his head and dragged one of his tusks along the side of her neck. She arched her neck into it, letting him mar her skin with a red mark.

He grunted at the heavy punch of desire it gave him. "And I'll brand it into ya. Not just tonight, but every night for the rest of our lives. Yer mine, Tansy of the Wilds." His tone turned hard with a promise sealed between their heated bodies. He paused as he watched her. Her pupils were so wide they nearly swallowed the hazel colour with pools of black need.

He positioned his aching length at her heated entrance. "Breathe, Tansy." Xer'tal directed her, his reassuring gaze soft with understanding despite the sparked desire burning in his eyes. His fingers traveled down her body, stroking her sensitive crevices with enough softness to soothe her heightened nerves. The tantalizing view of her body amplified his craving, making it impossible to slow his racing heart.

He bent down and kissed her again. She gasped into his mouth, little moans and whimpers passing through her lips to his. He dragged his lips from hers and nipped at her throat as she rolled her hips beneath him. Patience dwindling, Xer'tal growled against her neck before finally pushing in, inch by inch, till every bit of him was sheathed inside her.

The scent of Tansy's arousal, the sight of her beneath him, taking him in completely, and the sensation of her tight pulsating warmth around his cock were dangerously intoxicating to Xer'tal. The corners of his lips curled up into a low, satisfied growl as he watched her gasp beneath him, the mark of his invasion clearly etching itself within her. This was better than any images he ever conjured late at night.

Xer'tal watched her through hooded eyes, demure and defenseless under him, clinging tightly onto him, her nails digging into his skin. He savored her reactions, the sound of her whimpers under his dominating entry, the vulnerability of it turning him on even more. Seeing her flushed and panting state, the sheer ecstasy reflecting in her almost teary gaze, he decided not to make her wait any longer. Starting slow, but without any further preamble, he pulled back, retreating almost fully before sliding back into her. Her hips rolled upwards with each thrust so he adjusted himself and matched her rhythm.