"You may touch me however you like. You can fight or you can beg. But, petal," he growled, drawing my eyes up to his in the mirror, making me shiver at the flash of color in the dark basement. "You won't touch yourself. Your body is mine."

Logically, I couldn't imagine finding a moment with Khell'ar where I needed to touch myself. He seemed to grow new pairs of hands while he fucked me, his touch everywhere at once. But the order left me squirming and curious about his plans, and I nodded more eagerly.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

I hesitated. I'd called him master yesterday, but yesterday he had felt more like a stranger, almost faceless. I twisted to look up at him rather than our reflection.

"Can I call you something else today?" I asked.

His eyes narrowed and his lips flattened, and I was certain he was about to refuse and remind me of our roles. Then he let out a huff and nodded, pulling his hand from under my shift to grip my jaw.

"It's not that I mind calling you master. I just—" I was cut off as his head dipped, mouth finding mine in an unexpected and firm kiss. I swayed into him, breathing the heat of him into my lungs, wanting to climb up into his arms to be held against his chest again.

"You may call me what you like, petal," Khell'ar growled. "Now show me your pussy."

I bit off my squeak of surprise, stumbling back a step before Khell'ar's hands whipped me around to face the mirror again, pulling me to his chest and flicking aside one strip of the shift's skirt. I shuffled my legs apart, and Khell'ar growled. There wasn't much of a view in the mirror, not with us both standing, and he glared at me through the glass until I raised one leg and turned it wide, arching my hips forward.

My sex was pink and dark and slightly puffy from all the sex we'd had in the past day—a genuinely insane amount. But Khell'ar's cum was still doing the trick. I wasn't uncomfortably sore. He'd been rough with me in the night, and it'd only felt powerful and thorough, not punishing or painful.

He reached down and spread me with his fingers, a slight gush of more of our release appearing at my opening. "My cunt," he said with approval. "Full and begging. Ready for me."

"Yours, beast," I said, more focused on the look of his hand on me, the earthy green contrasting against my pink flushed skin. A moment later, the word landed in my head and my eyes widened, heart stuttering.

But the orc was grinning, tusks biting into his upper lip, eyes hot on mine. Beast it was then, at least down here in the dark together.