by Liam Lawson
He trailed off at her crestfallen expression. “You don’t want to?”
“I do,” Trorm said quickly. “It’s just that…I know how things are in this country.”
She tilted her head and cocked an ear. “And how are things in this country.”
“My guidebook,” Trorm explained. “It said that human women in the Confederacy consider it a dishonor to do more than kiss on the first date.”
Winnie tilted her head the other way. “So…you don’t want to have sex with me because you’re worried that you’d, like, dishonor me?”
“I want to have sex with you,” Trorm clarified. “But I will resist the urge because I do not want to embarrass you or put you in a position where you could be dishonored. I respect you, Winnie.”
She grinned. “But you do want to have sex with me.”
“Very much.”
“Then I’ve got some things for you to consider that your guidebook probably didn’t cover,” she said, twisting on his lap so that she was straddling him. The move brought their groins together and put them nearly eye to eye, though he was still looking down at her. His mouth went very dry.
“First,” she said, in clear imitation of Lilian. “Human girls like to gossip. They tear each other down about sex. I think it’s because they’re jealous or something that someone else got laid. If we had sex would you brag about it?”
“I would want to,” Trorm said. “In the Glorious Horde boasting of your partner’s sexual prowess brings great honor. As we are in Aflana, however, I would keep my boasting to myself.”
She gave a nod. “You wouldn’t go running around bragging. You know better, unlike some idiots. So, second. And remember this, Trorm, ‘cause it’s like, super important. I am not human.”
Trorm blinked. He’d gotten so used to thinking in terms of himself as orc and everyone else as human that despite it being glaringly obvious, a part of him had failed to register what it meant that Winnie was a lagothrope.
She giggled as he visibly processed that. “See? Important isn’t it. Lagothropes like sex, Trorm. We don’t have the same hang ups as most others seem to. And I’m no exception.”
She wiggled, and brought herself closer to him. Her thighs pressed against either side of his hips, her breasts into his chest. Her lips were scant inches away from his mouth.
“And third?” Trorm asked.
She grinned. “Third. I want to have sex with you, Trorm.”
Chapter Eleven
They stumbled into the guestroom, lips locked, tongues dancing. Winnie had her legs wrapped around Trorm’s waist, her arms around his neck, pressing herself as fully into his muscled body as she could while he held her aloft, powerful hands firmly gripping her ass. Her tiny dress had been hiked up about her waist, baring her legs and revealing a tiny pair of lacy panties that did more to accentuate than cover.
He spun around, kicking the door closed, and spilled her onto the bed. Trorm’s eyes and blood blazed with lust. She was gorgeous. Desirable. Even the gore ruining her dress didn’t detract from the vision of her spread out before him and grinning in anticipation. This flower had thorns.
She met his eyes. “Are you clean?”
He came up short. “Clean?” They’d just been in a battle. He was sweaty and still had bloodstains on him and his clothing, which he pointedly looked to.
She giggled. “Not that kind of clean. Though maybe we should shower first.” She wrinkled her nose, eyeing her dress. “Pretty sure we both smell terrible but my nose is dead to it now.”
Trorm gave a slow nod. That made sense. He didn’t want to wait another minute though. He scooped her back off the bed and carried her bridal style into the adjoining bathroom. “We can do two things at once,” he said. “I’m not waiting to have you one second longer than necessary.”
She made a little mewling sound and buried her face in his chest. He paused at the shower, adjusting his grip so that he could reach in and start the hot water to flowing.
With a whimper, Winnie pulled away from him. “I don’t have any diseases or sicknesses. I’m not fertile at the moment, but I don’t think orcs and lagothropes can breed.”
They couldn’t. Humans could crossbreed with just about anything. Orcs, elves, every known kind of therianthrope and even gnomes. The other races? Trorm had never heard of a half-therianthrope orc.
“I’ve had seventeen sexual partners this last year,” she said.
Trorm froze.
“Most of them male, a few female, and I am not currently in a relationship with any of them.”
Trorm took a slow, deep breath. Seventeen sexual partners? This year?
“One of them gave me a UTI,” she went on. “But I kicked his ass to the curb and don’t have any health issues or injuries you need to worry about.” The healing light from Lilian’s divinely given power had seen to that.
Seventeen partners this year.
She looked up at him, biting her lip with her slight overbite and tilting her head so that her ears drooped a little to the side. Was she nervous?
“That was…straightforward,” Trorm said.
Winnie seemed to shrink in on herself, but held her ground. “I know it’s off-putting to non-lagothropes, but it needs to be discussed before any sex is had. I don’t understand why it’s such a taboo conversation among the rest of you.”
Trorm slowly nodded. He could appreciate that. And he did appreciate her honesty. “I do not have any sicknesses or diseases. I have had five sexual partners in my life. One this year.” After a moment he added. “All female.”
“Wow!” Winnie said, sounding genuinely impressed. “That’s a lot for your age, isn’t it?”
Trorm shrugged. The number struck him as about average for an orc. Humans were a little more reserved so the average for them was probably lower.
“Any of them lagothropes?”
He shook his head. “You’re my first.”
“Awww,” she tilted her head the other way, ears flopping as she beamed at him. “You’re my first orc.” Steam began filling the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get naked. Wait—did you see if there’s a hair dryer by the sink?”
“A hair dryer?” Trorm asked.
Winnie blushed. “Um, wet fur can take a while to dry without some help.”
Trorm grinned. “I think I’ve got you covered.”
Her ears perked up.
“Trust me?” He asked.
In response, she shrugged free her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing an odd strapless bra that didn’t wrap around her back but seemed to cling to her assets. She noticed him looking. “Oh, I tend to bounce. And straps don’t really go with a low back dress, you understand.”
He couldn’t begin to understand women’s fashion and didn’t really care. “Just makes it easier to take off.” He reached over and plucked it free. Her plump, strawberry capped breasts jiggled as they were released.
Winnie giggled, the wriggled her panties down over her hips, letting them join the puddle of her dress on the floor. Trorm took in the sight of her. She was covered in a light coating of brown hair, her belly, breasts, and inner thighs all a lighter shade of cream. Underneath she was lithe and athletic, but still curvy. A classically built cheerleader with an hourglass figure. If she didn’t work out as much as he suspected she did Winnie would probably be even curvier.
Her breasts were heavy but sat high on her chest, not quite defying gravity but definitely challenging its authority. His eyes roamed down her flat belly, narrow waist, and flaring hips to the junction between her legs. She didn’t cover up or try to conceal herself from him. In fact she spread her feet apart ever so slightly so that he could get a better look at her tight netherlips.
He pulled his gaze free and lifted his eyes to hers. They were aglow with lust and she was biting her lower lip. Was she nervous?
“You’re gorgeous,” he said.
The wave of relief that washed over her was palpable enough t
hat even Trorm couldn’t mistake it for anything else. Had she been nervous about him seeing her naked? But she was stunning. What in the frozen hells did she have to be insecure about?
“Your turn,” she said, fingers going to the buttons on his shirt. “I want you naked.” She grinned up at him as the shirt came open. “Then I want you.”
His muscled torso was laid bare and his trousers and undergarments quickly followed so that he stood before her just as naked in the rising steam. Winnie bit her lip again. This time it definitely wasn’t with nervousness. Her ears were straight up and twitching.
“I like, hope this isn’t offensive or anything,” she said, eyeing his erection. “But I am really glad that stereotype about orcs being hung is true with you.”
Trorm laughed, then surged forward and picked her up by the hips, earning a squeal as he carried her beneath the hot water. Her naked flesh and fur felt good against his skin and the hot water released a tension in his muscles he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying. This had been a good idea.
They kissed. Passionately. Hot water washing over them, the heat spurring them to greater passion. Trorm positioned one hand beneath her bottom to hold her up while his other went exploring up her side, eventually cupping her breast. She moaned into his mouth, her own hands sliding over every inch of his wet skin she could reach.
Winnie broke the kiss, panting in a way that did delightful things to her full bust. She wriggled out of his grip, positioning him between her and the shower as she went to her knees before him. “I’ve got to play with this thing,” she said, meeting his eyes as she ran her tongue up his length.
She tried taking it into her mouth, but only managed to get a little past the head before the girth became an issue. She lathed the helmeted tip with her tongue, each caress a lash of pleasure straight to his nervous system. Trorm let out a moan, then a groan as she began working his shaft with her hands. He glanced back down to find her looking up.
She pulled her mouth free with a pop but didn’t stop stroking him. “I like the faces you make when I take you in my mouth.” As if to emphasize her point she gave him another quick lick, holding his gaze while she did so.
Trorm made another sound of approval and reached down to stroke her face. Without thinking about it, he trailed his hand up, fingers caressing one long ear.
Winnie gasped and shuttered, her eyes going glassy. “H-hey!” She took several deep breaths and her eyes became focused again. “Like, warn a girl when you’re going to do that.”
He grinned down at her. “Consider yourself warned.”
Her eyes widened and with both hands, trop stroked her ears. Winnie gasped, her entire body going rigid. She started to fall over but Trorm caught her.
Following a hunch, he lifted her up, sliding her thighs over his shoulders and bracing her against the wall over the shower tiles.
“Trorm,” she said hesitantly, “what are you—oooooh!”
He lathed her sex with his tongue. Great thick licks, over and over again, careful to reach every area he knew was sensitive, including the little bud of flesh at the top. Her hands gripped his head and he could feel her nails scraping against his scalp. He’d been right. Caressing her ears had made her ready down here.
Winnie threw back her head and screamed. Fluids coated Trorm’s lips and chin. He kept licking. She tightened her grip on his head, thighs clamping together over his ears as she screamed again.
She started tapping him wherever she could reach. “No more. No more. I need you in me. Fuck the sheets, I don’t care if I’m soaking wet. Just take me to the bed!”
Trorm eased Winnie down. Her legs nearly gave out.
“Think we’re clean enough?” Trorm asked, grinning.
She giggled. “Fuck clean. Take me to bed and make me dirty.” She grabbed his hand and started leading him from the bathroom, but he stopped her.
“Hold on,” he said, and with an effort, spent the last of his magical reserves casting an old familiar spell. A hot wind suddenly filled the bathroom, washing over Winnie and lifting every fiber of fur and hair on her body. As suddenly as it arrived, it was gone, leaving Winnie completely dry, her fur radiating warmth.
She ran her hands over her body, luxuriating in the feel of it. “What was that?”
“Drying spell,” Trorm said. “Not all magic is for blowing things up. I know quite a few useful utility spells.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Is this what you use to clean your sheets?”
He nodded. “And pelts. Orcs like pelts.”
She giggled. “I’m like freshly laundered sheets!” she reached up and checked her hair. “Damn. My hair even feels good! You need to start a salon, you’d make a killing.”
Trorm wasn’t sure he cared for that idea. “I think I’d rather take you to bed now.”
“Hell yeah!” She grabbed his hand and bounced over to the bed. She spun him around and pushed him back so that he took a seat, then climbed atop him so that she was straddling him. His erection rose between them, sliding over her mons and belly.
She met his eyes as her hand found his member and she lifted herself up, guiding it to her entrance. “I want to ride you.”
He took her hips, not to push her down, but to steady her. If she wanted to be in control, he would let her. Slowly, she eased herself down. The head of his member found her entrance and stopped. Heat met his flesh. She was wet and eager for him. But so tight.
“Hang on,” she whispered, face reddening as she pushed herself downward. They moaned in tandem as slowly, so slowly, his tip pushed its way into her entrance. Her hand found his chest and she used him to steady herself. “Give me a moment. Oh Fuxdas, Goddess of Fertility, you’re big.”
That made his chest swell with pride. “Okay, I want you to help pull me down onto you,” she said. “Can you do that, gently?”
He nodded, and together, they lowered her inch by inch, his turgid flesh sinking into her hot passage. She was so hot and tight, it was almost overwhelming. Trorm tightened his grip on her hips. Hours or minutes later, he bottomed out.
They were both breathing heavy.
Winnie gave a small giggle and looked at where their flesh had joined. “Wow. I wasn’t sure that was going to fit.” She looked up at him. “Had to give it the old college try though.”
He laughed and she began to lift herself up. She came back down much easier. Slowly, but picking up speed, she began to ride him. Trorm adjusted his grip on her hips and began helping her.
“Fuxdas,” Winnie cried out. “Oh goddess. Damn that’s good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Every time their hips met her entire body shuddered. Her heavy breasts bounced so he caught one of her nipples in his mouth. She let out a moan. He lifted his hips in time with her falls, slamming himself up and deeper into her. Winnie threw her head back, gasping. Moaning.
Her hot passage clenched his length, as if reluctant to let him leave her body. He pulled his mouth free of her nipple and trapped one of her ears with his lips, gently biting down. Winnie screamed. Her passage became a vice around him, clamping down with sudden strength. Trorm didn’t stop lifting his hips and felt her entire body shudder, slow, then shudder again as he continued to take her.
When her orgasm passed, she stopped for a moment, then pulled free with a wet sound and crawled onto the bed. “Okay,” she said, glancing over her shoulder as she lowered her front and presented him with her rear, legs slightly spread. “Your turn.”
Trorm stared.
“Do you know what that position means to orcs?” he asked.
“I might’ve done a Google,” she said. “This doesn’t make me one of your wives, but…you can take me like one…if you want.”
He wanted.
Trorm quit holding back. He threw himself upon her, ramming himself into Winnie with all the strength he had, and ravished her. Gone was the gentleness from before. This was a position of subservience and surrender, one that said
she accepted and reveled in his power and all that he could give and do to her. So he gave her everything he had, slamming the bed into the wall hard to leave a spiderweb of cracks in the wall. Winnie screamed and screamed, her fluids soaking their thighs. Finally, he screamed with her, buried to the hilt as he finished.
With a sigh, he slipped free of her and flopped over onto the bed. Slowly and with great effort, Winnie crawled over and draped herself across him. “You know,” she said, between heavy breaths. “If it’s like that all the time I might just have to reconsider that wife thing.”
They both chuckled. Moments later, they were asleep.
Chapter Twelve
Trorm’s first stop the next morning was by the Madden residence. He was lucky in that he didn’t have any classes that day. Winnie did however, so left to do her walk of pride, as she called it, and get ready early. Tibs gave a shake of his head when he saw Trorm before leaving and made a crack about soundproofing the guestroom next time.
Grateful as Trorm was, he hoped that the next time he and Winnie made love it would be under better circumstances. He didn’t like the idea of a shadowy cult out there wanting to kill him and do frozen hells only knew what. Lilian hadn’t been very forthcoming about the goals of this alleged group in hindsight. Granted, they clearly had no trouble sending monsters out into populated areas and cared little for casualties. The simple truth of it was that they needed to be stopped.
He swung by the Madden’s house to shower and change clothes—he had to wear the same bloodstained outfit back as Tibs didn’t have anything that would fit him and he wanted to get that stuff off of him before setting out for Nymal’s apartment. Locating it online wasn’t hard. There was actually a website called Elfwatch. Apparently, the elves on campus had individual fan clubs that liked to track their movements. Trorm found that mildly disturbing. Did the humans really find them so attractive?
On a lark, he looked himself up and froze. Someone had created an entire webpage dedicated to him and several news articles had been written about him, most linked back to a story on a major news site about the party last night featuring videos captured by the people he and the others had been protecting. All four of them, himself, Winnie, Lilian, and Tibs all had links that followed to other articles and sites about them. A bard, a cheerleader, a paladin, and an orc wizard-athlete fighting monsters was big news, as were the individuals themselves.