I rose up, whining as the dildo seemed to retract out of me with the pulse of the bulbs against my opening. The orc's fiery stare was warm, almost orangey now, my eyes having adjusted enough to the darkness to see him more clearly. The blunt nose, nostrils flaring around a golden ring through his septum, sharp high ears also lightly decorated in gold, incredibly broad and angular features, a braid of hair drawing back from his skull, sides shaved. If he were a human man, he would not be considered handsome, I supposed, but he was stunning to me—feral and furious and hungry for me.

In the back of my head I knew this was a calculated game, that I had paid this orc to be here with me, to fuck me, to chain me and teach my body to accept his. I was equally sure in this moment that I'd pleased or impressed him in some way and that he wanted to fuck me. That pumping cock, dribbling onto my bare breasts, was enough of an indication, even if his expression weren't.

What we'd done was just foreplay, overwhelming and thorough. I wanted more.

I licked my lips again, searching for the last traces of his flavor, and then gave my orc an order. "Fuck me, master."

CHAPTER 5

Khell'ar

My snarl was loud in the quiet that followed the young woman's words. My cock ached, the stav pulsing in the shaft of my cock thrusting emptily and wasting my seed on Sonya's breasts.

My next task was meant to be nurturing, to check in with her and soothe the muscles I'd abused in the act. Her lips were wet from the little licks she'd been using to gather my taste, and on the floor, the toy used to prep her was glistening.

The altar and oil was waiting. I was in charge of our scene. She was new, needed to be eased—

"Please," she gasped, leaning forward and rubbing her breasts against my leg. "Please, fuck me."

My left hand stole the chains up in a firm grip as I bent and whipped my free arm around her ribs, dragging her up from the platform as I pulled the chains at the same time.

She gasped, but her legs bracketed me, clenching on my waist as if she were afraid I might drop her…or deny her. I did neither, fumbling only as long as it took to line her up at the head of my cock, then thrusting myself inside of her.

The stretcher had done the work of preparing her for me, but my little pet still let out a high cry as I filled her, her head falling back and exposing her throat to my gaze, long and elegant and thrumming with a nervous pulse.

"Hold onto your master," I rumbled. "I plan on using that sweet cunt to completion."