The Orc King's Captive
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He inhaled deeply, absorbing her perfume. "A warm place for me to spill my seed?"
She smiled, absurdly charmed by his boldness and crudeness. She tried to appear in control, but she couldn't hide the sudden flush in her cheeks. "Your son. Or your daughter."
He snorted. "I have hundreds," he said.
It's good to see that imprisonment has done nothing to erode his pride.
"But how many do you have in elvish queens?" she asked, crouching over him.
The muscles in his jaw tightened. "What's your point?"
"If you want me to keep this bastard baby of yours, you'll do exactly as I say," she said, lifting the hem of her skirt and settling down on his lap. She felt his cock twitch and harden through the fabric of his loincloth.
He smiled, showing his fangs. "You women are all the same," he said. "One good fuck is all it takes to corrupt your morals."
"I'll show you just how corrupt you've made me," she said, unlocking his chains. "Now shut up and fuck me."
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"I can make you happy," he says, kissing the throbbing vein in my neck. "I can give you pleasure, wealth, comfort, security --" His hands move down from my shoulders to my waist and then gradually slide to my front. "But I can't do any of that unless you agree to my proposal."
I try to pull away but his grip grows tighter, pulling me against him. His hands are on my belly, low, just inches above my sex. I can feel his long, hard appendage pressing into my back. A wave of heat flashes through me, making my legs tremble and my heart pound like a drum. The crease between my thighs is suddenly hot and damp. I try to remember that he's a monster, that this isn't his real form, but a mirage designed to mislead and betray me.
I grab his wrists, stopping his hands. "I told you I need time."
"I'm not forcing you to make your decision now," he murmurs, kissing me behind the ear. "This is just a taste of what I offer. I can't expect you to make your decision without knowing what's at stake."
His fingers curl around the fabric of my robe and I feel a tingle run over my skin, as if the air is alive. My robe falls from my body, as if it has no more substance than a dream.
"How dare you --" I turn to him in surprise, but he presses his finger to my lips.
"Don't speak, Dilora. Relax."
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About the Author
I'm an erotica author with an overactive imagination. I've always been a big nerd and love reading big fat books, especially fantasy, nonfiction, YA, and 'classic' lit. Now I spend all of my time dreaming up stories about people that are much more adventurous than myself doing things that I would never, ever do in a million years.
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