And in spite of the warning, I did scream for him as he spanked me again, twice in quick succession on either cheek. He'd ridden me limp the day before. I suspected I would be hoarse before sunset today.

* * *

"Ride me, petal."

I burrowed into the hot chest before me, my breath uneven, eyes stinging, searching for just one moment of rest.

"No," I moaned, my hands trying to find purchase on my orc's chest.

The cock inside of me was pumping slowly, and my legs felt boneless where I knelt on the broad lap beneath me, ass still burning hot from my spanking. "Do as I say, or I will throw you to the other hungry orcs who want soft flesh to feast from and a wet cunt to sate their cocks."

I whimpered, and two hands snatched my own off the chest I was resting against, pulling my arms behind my back in a stretch that had me sitting up straight and arching, crying out.

"I'm tired, beast!" Tears seeped out of my eyes, sticking the blindfold to my skin, but Khell'ar only chuckled. The sound was warm, too sweet, and it cut through the haze of frustrated arousal fraying at my thoughts.

"Your beast is unsatisfied. Ride me," Khell growled.

Liar, I thought spitefully, gritting my teeth and snarling back at my orc, who shook with another, more restrained bout of laughter. I was tempted to let my limp body melt off Khell'ar's lap and down to the cold floor—the stone would be a relief on my fevered skin. Even that surrender would take some measure of strength, so instead I let out a rough cry of frustration and forced my body to rise, my thighs burning with the effort.

Khell'ar had spanked me until my ass was flames and my cunt was more or less drained of all his cum. He'd taken me down to my knees to use my mouth, made me bend and grip my ankles as he held me on my toes and fucked me from behind. I'd satisfied him plenty already, monstrous orc.

"Good little petal," Khell purred as I whined, forcing my body into the rise and fall, his stav picking up speed inside of me. I'd never heard of a stav before he'd explained his to me at dinner, but I was spectacularly grateful for the pump and swell of the inner sheath in his cock, and immediately obsessed with the sensation.

One large hand circled both my wrists, tying them in place behind my back and holding me in the pose, breasts thrust forward. I gasped as cool points of pressure scratched their way up my stomach, making it jump, over my ribs, on a path toward my breasts, swirling slowly. Blindfolded, Khell'ar's claws could've been the dull edge of blades on my skin or the tips of black pencils, marking their patterns over my skin, decorating my breasts with their touch.