The Prison Realm

Chapter 12: Speed Dating

Rosa:

I was still waiting on that regret, but it hadn't hit me yet. Garin, a name I was starting to fit the orc more and more, woke and his movements were a gentle awakening for me as well. It seemed that somewhere in sleep I had turned to face him and we woke facing one another and at the same time, smiling at one another in sync with each other, which made us chuckle at the same time.

It seemed that he was as surprised to see me happy to see him as I was to be so.

He tipped my chin up and gave me a sweet, small kiss to my lips.

"Are you ready to travel, wife?"

I made my smile mischievous.

"Not quite."

His brows went up as I rolled him to his back and set myself upon him. His breath quickened, giving me that odd sense of power that only came from sex. Heady and potent as I'd always remembered it to be I traveled down to inspect his cock and that piercing.

It certainly gave me something to inspect while driving him crazy. Something to touch with the pad of my finger, to swirl my tongue around while I cupped his balls and worked on my ministrations. By the time he was ready to blow he had his hand in my hair, holding it back in his big fist like a hair tie holding up a pony tail. He had his heels in the bedroll, the muscles in his thighs tensed, and string of curses on his tongue that made me want to smile as much one could around the base of him.

I had preemptively decided let him finish in my mouth, something that gave him a sudden sense of panic.

"Woman.... Wife... Rosa, I'm going to..."

I ignored the way he tried to pull me off his dick by my makeshift ponytail and instead dug my fingernails into the skin of his thighs while I picked up the pace.

"Fuck!"

I expected that familiar unpleasant taste, but instead the taste was something different. It tasted like nothing. Was that taste specific to an orc's taste? Or perhaps, I swallowed too quickly? Whatever it was it made the experience far better than ones I'd had with partners in the past.

And while I looked up at him he was just picking his head back from when he'd thrown it back and still heaving for breath. Eyes half lidded from bliss, he smiled again.

"I would trade an ocean of drinking water for you," he muttered.

I couldn't help. I preened.

"All in a day's work," I said and patted his thighs. "Now I'm ready to hit the road."

He stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"What about you?"

I shrugged.

"Make it up to me tonight?" I offered.

He shook his head.

"I will. Three times over."

I pointed a finger at him.

"I'm holding you to that," I said. He laughed again and when he rose to his feet I watched him roll his shoulders, his movements somehow looser. That healing potion hadn't even left a scar on him. Then again my body looked just as good as new. Garin watched me watching him, his mood still light, but I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes.

Was that guilt?

Did I even know enough about my new husband to say that he felt guilty. Perhaps he really did feel bad about my not giving him the chance to reciprocate. So I decided to move him past whatever his hang up was, and asked, "Can I help you take down camp?"