เข้าสู่ระบบGorak’s deep laugh rumbled through his chest and into her back as he stayed buried to the hilt inside her, her slick walls fluttering helplessly around his thick length. He rolled his hips lazily, dragging that fat, ridged cock along her sensitive inner walls in slow, long strokes, just enough to scratch that maddening, glorious itch, never enough to satisfy it.“I thought when I’d be splitting this sweet little cunt open,” he growled against her ear, voice dripping with dark amusement, “I’d have to break through your pretty hymen. Orc females bleed the first time, bright red on green thighs. But you…” He pulled out slowly, inch by torturous inch, until only the swollen head remained inside her, then glanced down at his glistening shaft, streaked with their mingled release but no trace of virgin blood. “…you took me like a well-fucked prize already.”He slammed back in once, hard, making her cry out, then resumed that infuriatingly slow glide.“So tell me, little sun,” he purred, one
“Take her away,” Gorak muttered, his amber eyes gleaming with dark promise as he pushed Milana’s face to the side with one rough palm, dismissing her like a toy he’d tire of later. “Get her cleaned up for my cock.”Before Milana could scramble to her feet or spit another curse, rough hands seized her arms again. But these weren’t the male guards from before, two female orcs, broad-shouldered and tusked, with braided hair and scarred green skin, hauled her up. They were warriors too, clad in leather harnesses that left little to the imagination, their grips like iron vices.“Let go of me, you bitches!” Milana shrieked, twisting and kicking as they dragged her from the hall. Laughter echoed behind her, the court’s crude jeers fading as doors slammed shut. “I’ll kill you all! I swear it!”The female orcs just chuckled, low and guttural. “Feisty little human,” one grunted, her voice like grinding stones. “Gorak, we'll break that spirit soon enough.”They hauled her through twisting corrid
“Let me go! Unhand me right now, you filthy brutes!” Princess Milana screamed, her voice echoing off the towering black walls as two massive orc guards dragged her through the enormous double doors of Mardak’s throne hall.Her coronation gown, once pristine white silk embroidered with silver waves, was now torn at the hems and stained with dirt and dried blood. Only two weeks had passed since her father’s death, the king she had adored with every beat of her heart. She had been moments away from having the crown placed on her head, with her handsome king-consort Desmond at her side, when the orcs struck.The invasion had come like thunder from a clear sky. Her small island kingdom of Slytherin, peaceful and unprepared for war, never stood a chance. Outnumbered ten to one, her guards fought valiantly, but the palace fell in hours. Her people were shackled and marched away as slaves. And she, the only child and rightful heir, had been ripped from the throne itself, crown still glinting
He threw me on the bed unceremoniously. I bounced twice on the mattress, my hair spilling across my face, some strands landing in my mouth. I spat them out, breathless, just as he climbed onto the bed like a predator closing in. My chest heaved as I watched him, eyes raking over every inch of his hard, sweat-slicked body, his chest rippling with each controlled breath, those sculpted biceps flexing, looking like he could clamp my head between them and crack it like a walnut. God, he was built for this, for ruining me, and the thought made fresh heat pool between my thighs.Cole loomed over me, knees sinking into the bed on either side of my hips, caging me in. His cock hung heavy between his legs, still half-hard from the kitchen, veins pulsing, the tip glistening with our mixed release. He grabbed my wrists in one massive hand, pinning them above my head, while the other yanked the flannel shirt open, buttons popping and flying off. Cool air hit my skin, nipples hardening instantly u
Pale morning light seeped through the tent walls when I woke, trapped in the furnace heat of Cole’s body. His thick arm was still locked around my waist, holding me tight against him like he’d never let go, even in sleep. And he was hard. Achingly, unmistakably hard, the length of him pressed between my ass cheeks, pulsing with every slow breath he took.I shifted, just a fraction, and felt slick heat flood me all over again.His hand moved first, slowly, sliding up under the flannel shirt to cup my breast, thumb brushing my nipple until it peaked against his palm.“Morning, sweetheart,” he rumbled against my neck, voice rough with sleep and raw want.Then his fingers were between my legs again, spreading me open like he owned me, and I realized the day had only just started.A low moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. His touch was unhurried, maddening, two thick fingers sliding deep, curling just right, stroking that spot inside me that made my hips jerk. His thumb found my
I never thought a weekend that was supposed to be about conquering a mountain would end up shattering my entire world.My older brother, Jake, had planned this trip for months. A three-day climb up Black Ridge with his college buddies and their girlfriends. I only tagged along because my boyfriend, Tyler, begged me to come. “Babe, it’ll be romantic,” he’d said, kissing my neck in that lazy way that used to make me melt. “Just us, the stars, a tent. I’ll keep you warm every night.”I should have known better.We arrived at the trailhead Friday afternoon. Six of us total: Jake and his girlfriend Mia, two of Jake’s climbing friends, Tyler, and me. The air was crisp, pine-scented, the kind of cold that bites your cheeks and makes you feel alive. I was excited at first. I’d been training for this, hours on the stairmaster, new boots, expensive gear Tyler insisted we buy. I wanted to prove I could keep up.The first day was perfect. Steep switchbacks, laughter echoing through the trees, Tyl







