The first burst struck at last, unexpected and without warning, but Khell and I both felt the sudden clasp of my cunt on his length. He roared into me, his release sudden and explosive, expanding and amplifying my own until there was only light in my eyes and Khell's voice in my ear and a sharp, jagged bliss coursing through my body.

CHAPTER 13

Khell'ar

You are screwed. You should take her back to the cottage now before this goes any further. You should talk to Astraeya.

Instead, I wrapped myself tighter around Sunny, growling at myself for suggesting the idea of turning away now. She was shaking, still fluttering on my cock, her breaths short and just a bit too frantic. I eased us slowly back from the trunk, tempted to stay buried in her but knowing she needed to be able to breathe, to separate herself from the intensity of the act. Especially given what I had planned next for us.

She'd been exquisite. Better than I'd imagined. I wanted to throw her back down to the forest floor, wrestle again, watch her eyes go wild as she kicked and thrashed and bit me, all while looking forward to that moment when I won and caught her at last.

I waited until her aftershocks had faded and she was limp in my hold before moving. Sunny whimpered as I pulled free, turning her to face me and scooping her up into my arms, her own reaching up to cling weakly to me. Her eyes were open but glazed, and I shuffled her gently in my hold until I was able to brush her cheeks with my finger.

"I'm awake," she murmured, sounding very much at the edge of sleep.

"I think you'll want to see this part, petal," I said.

She hummed and nodded, but didn't look much more aware. No matter, I would show her the magic trick on our way out if she was too dazed to take note of it now. I walked us around the trunk of the tree until the dark slit appeared in the trunk. Sunny hummed, her cheek against my shoulder as I carried her forward, squeezing her against me so we could fit through together. It was orc-sized, so we just managed. Inside was dark, too dark for Sunny's eyes, but I found the spiraling staircase turning down into the roots easily enough.

"An orc den," Sunny murmured. "Is it yours?"

I resisted the urge to laugh. Most orcs didn't live in dens these days, too in love with modern amenities like Wi-Fi and indoor plumbing. I had a garden apartment at the edge of Chicago, still comfortably underground but much more in line with contemporary living.

"It's ours for the day," I said instead.