by Lily Anton
‘Oh fuck, YES.’
"Ew!" she complains, ignoring how her body is practically singing with the contact. "Get off! Wake up!"
He nuzzles into her hair and murmurs in his sleep.
His body is warm and strong, and frankly Vaxa doesn’t stand a chance.
"Wake up!" she insists.
"Mm, I am," he growls out, his already deep voice raspy with sleep.
She can’t take any more of the contact and attempts to shove him and stand up. "Fucking pig!"
Huldur laughs and rises from the bed as well. "You make it so easy, admit it."
Opening the tent, she makes to take a step outside but it hit with a bitter cold that stings her skin. Everything outside the tent is white and gleaming.
Huldur pulls her back. "You stay in here," he says.
"It's frozen out there! What do you expect to do?" she snaps at him, unhappy that she can’t leave the tent.
He looks back at her as he pulls his coat on. "Protect you."
As he leaves the tent without another word, Vaxa sits back on the bed, surprised by his genuine words.
She doesn’t want to like him. But she does.
Later, Huldur returns and hands her large loaf of bread.
She has no idea where he got it, but she thanks him all the same.
He goes back out and doesn't return for hours which worries her more than she’s willing to admit.
When he does return, he needed to strip off his coat because of all the ice clinging to it.
"Here," she offered him the blanket, draping it around him. "Why the hell would you stay out in the cold like that?"
He blinks in surprise at the offering. "To make sure we don't freeze to death."
He tends to the fire then sits down on the bed shivering.
With a huff, Vaxa comes and sits beside him. "Give me your hands."
"What?" he asks, obviously focused on how badly he’s shivering.
She grab his hand, rubbing it between her own and blowing on his fingertips.
Vaxa keeps rubbing them, focusing on the task at hand as he tilts his head down.
"That feels good," he says.
She ignores the warmth she heard in his tone when she responds.
"You need to keep your circulation up or you could get frostbite. Don't you have gloves?"
"No," he huffs. "My mate hasn't made me any."
"As if I have any supplies-" she catches herself admitting she would have made him a pair and frowns.
Huldur chuckles as she takes his other hand, but he remains surprisingly quiet.
Something changes between them in those moments and it drives Vaxa nuts that she can’t figure out what exactly it is.
***
That night as they lay down in bed, Vaxa feels Huldur inch away from her.
She’s not sure why, but she hears him grunting, frustration clear.
She does her best to ignore it, wondering if it’s because he’s cold.
As he shifts again beside her, his body brushes against her ass accidentally and Vaxa inhales sharply while trying not to make any noise.
He’s as hard as a rock.
Huldur fidgets and tries to adjust himself so he's not touching her and fuck, it makes her want him even more.
Despite being frustrated, he rolls over, and the sound of his moan fills her ears.
Her curiosity now gets the better of her and she opens her eyes, looking over her shoulder and seeing his arm jerking back and forth in slow strokes.
As she sits up, he goes still.
"Go to sleep," he snarls.
Vaxa leans in close to him, putting her hand on his side.
"You keep moving. I can't fall asleep," she huffs. "Are you still cold?"
"No. Just go back to sleep!" he barks out, although there’s no real heat in his words.
She swallows down the nervous lump in her throat. "If you need to sleep closer to me-" she starts to say she brushes some hair away from his face, "you can."
Huldur sucks in his breath.
"It's ok," she says, trying to sound reassuring.
"I...I shouldn't-" he whispers.
Vaxa bites her lip and does her best to keep her breathing steady. "If it's bothering you so much, I want to help."
Huldur rolls over onto his back, and she leans down over him.
She was well aware of what was going on, and despite her head and her heart warring with one another, she gives in to her heart and kisses him, rubbing her hand down his body and under the blanket.
He gasps as her fingers brush against him and she takes that as a sign to kiss him again, while his hand begins to tentatively travel up her leg.
Vaxa moans softly as she takes him in hand, her fingers barely reaching around his shaft.
"Oh, fuck-" she moans as Huldur kisses her neck and chest.
His hand strokes under her clothes and eventually he gropes her ass firmly.
A dark growl escapes his lips and makes her shudder as she pumps him slowly.
"Are you...are you getting warm yet?" she whispers.
"Very," Huldur says as he kisses her again. "And you?"
Vaxa nods against him, feeling Huldur rising up as he kisses her, her face cupped in his large hands.
He is so very gentle considering his size and demeanor.
They lay back together, and Vaxa hitches her legs around his waist.
His fingers slip down, rubbing her mound and growling
when he finds it wet, warm, and waiting.
"Fuck-" he moans into her ear.
Vaxa grabs hold of his arms and gasps as he touches her again.
His fingers are rough and callused, but his touch is gentle and timid.
She swallows back a cry as he finds her clit; rubbing it in tune to their breaths which pick up steam in a matter of seconds.
"This seems too good to be true," he snarls. "Say it again. I need to hear it."
Vaxa struggles to formulate words; his touch is setting her on fire and she can barely think straight.
"Yes," she moans.
"Again," he insists, all the while easing a large finger inside her.
"I want you," she keens, her inner walls squeezing around his finger. "Please, I want you!"
Huldur snarls, removing his finger and diving between her thighs.
She shouts as she feels his mouth and tongue begin to lap at her clit, his moans vibrating against her hot core.
From below, he strokes himself, snarling against her.
As he begins to suckle her clit, Vaxa’s eyes roll back, her hands grasping for purchase in his long hair, her fingers tangling themselves up in its beautiful silky strands.
She cries out his name, shuddering on the mattress.
How is he so good at this?
Huldur snarls, licking his chops as he rises from under the blankets. "You still sure?" he smirks at her.
She grabs his head, pulling him close to kiss him. Vaxa can taste her on his tongue.
"I'm very sure," she whispers, brushing his hair from his face. "I want you."
Huldur growls, moving back and lining himself up with her entrance.
His tip presses between her folds, and all she can hope is that she’s able to take him all in.
She tries to relax, but as he pushes inside, she can feel herself stretching around him, her body trying to accommodate his size.
Huldur kisses her, gentle and needy as she clings to his arms and moans into his mouth.
He then stills, and it takes her a moment to realize he completely sheathed inside of her.
"Fuck-" Huldur snarls, looking down at where their bodies are joined. "I'm gonna come."
Vaxa rolls her hips to feel him inside her. "Don't," she warns teasingly, "Not yet."
He grips her hips and makes her stop moving. "Shut up," he moans. "Stay still."
She squeezes around him, biting back a smug smile.
"But you feel so good," she taunts. "Your big, thick cock inside me. If you don't start fu
cking me I'll-"
Huldur kisses her hard, and he starts to move.
He thrusts hard inside her, shaking her to her very core.
With every pounding, he makes her eat her words as he all but consumes her.
Words no longer come to Vaxa, her whole body in tune with his animalistic rutting and vocal grunts in her ear.
All she can do is moan and claw at his shoulders and ass, listening to the sounds of his balls slapping against her.
“I’m-“ she shudders, eyes rolling back into her head as her climax hits her hard.
It runs through her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around his hard cock that’s still inside her and causing jets of his cum to shoot into her, its sudden heat increasing the intensity of her orgasm.
Even as she begins to come down from her climax, she can feel his cum still spurting into her, trails of it seeping out from between her legs.
She must have passed out because hours later she finds herself glued to his chest, her body snuggled up against his and their legs intertwined under the blankets.
His hair is stuck to her forehead and for whatever reason, she can’t feel her legs.
As she wakes up properly and stretches, she feels her nipples perk up from the cold.
When did she lose her shirt?
"Come back to bed," Huldur growls, yanking her back down.
It all comes flooding back to her.
“Fuck” she whispers, "what happened?"
The response she gets is a wide grin before the Orc’s mouth is latched onto a nipple, causing her to moan.
Her body arches under his ministrations.
"I finally have my mate," Huldur purrs as he kisses a line down her chest.
Vaxa lets out a breathless laugh. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
Suddenly, she’s rolled onto her stomach, the weight of him settling carefully over her as he leans down to whisper in her ear.
“Oh I’m planning to.”