The awkwardness of minutes ago was gone now. This was what I'd wanted. And it didn't feel strange at all. It wasn't even very frightening. I was calm—calm and desperate at the same time.

"Yeth, mather," I mumbled around the fingers in my mouth, licking them greedily just to prove that I could do the task he'd set before me—give or take that dildo. Surely he didn't mean the whole thing. That suede texture of his skin was a little unusual against my tongue, abrasive one way, soft the other.

The orc hummed thoughtfully for a moment, glaring at me, and then nodded, pulling his fingers free of my lips. He knelt, pressing the dildo to the platform, tugging me to stand with my legs spread, feet barely balanced on either side. He paused there, his eyes focused on the stretched V of my thighs briefly before darting up to meet mine.

"You do as I say," he said, almost casually.

I nodded.

"Knee up."

My heart stopped for a moment, but my right knee went up to his shoulder.

He leaned in, broad nose and jaw pressing into the skin of my sex, hot breath huffing into my pussy. My lips were parted on a pant as I stared down at him just breathing me in, the smooth and firm press of his tusks framing my folds perfectly. I couldn't see it from above, but I moaned as a slick, scorching hot, long tongue stroked against me, teasing my opening again as his finger had.

"Pretty little cunt," he whispered, as if he were speaking to it directly rather than me, praising just one part of me in particular. He licked again and then folded his lips around a crease of skin and sucked on it like a kiss. My leg holding me up trembled, my arms growing sore from the stretch, but as gentle as he was being, I wouldn't have interrupted him for the world.

Harry had certainly never done that before. Sure, he'd gone down on me, even seemed to enjoy himself, but he'd never done so with such private reverence.

The orc mirrored the kiss on another fold, took a last lick, and then just as I thought I might go completely limp and use his face as a real seat, he pulled away.

His tongue, a dark shade of brown, was cleaning up his lips as he rose, not paying any attention to my whimpers or trembles, as he reached up to the chains with one hand and wrapped the other around my waist. I sagged into him as he loosened the chains, rubbing my cheek over the velvet of his chest as he lowered me to the…