Sunny's hands cupped my face, and she leaned in, her mouth meeting mine in a fragile kiss, skimming and brushing, breathing against one another. I had her wrapped in the cloak again, and I loosened it now to lay against the ground. I meant to lower Sunny down, but she pulled away, climbing off my lap, naked to the night sky and the woods and my starving gaze. Her hands around my jaw slid to my shoulders, barely pressing, and I rolled, lowering myself onto my back.

The moon hung behind Sunny's head, illuminating her with a divine halo. My petal, my lusty goddess. I growled up at the sight of her, the silhouette of light outlining the slow and soft curves of her body, the tight peak of her breasts, the thin tips of her hair brushing just above her shoulder.

Sunny hummed, a sweet, small sound, and tipped her head enough for me to see one corner of her smile. Then one heel raised and her feet straddled my thighs on the ground, and the kiss of light reached between her thighs, where I wanted my mouth.

"Petal," I growled.

"I'm admiring you."

"Come sit—"

"No, Khell, please," she whispered, halting my words. "Let this time be mine."

The plea was a fist around my throat, and I nodded. Sunny remained frozen above me, traced in icy light for another moment, before finally sinking to her knees, poised above my lap.

"Whatever I say, just let it be a game." The words were barely spoken, just a flutter of her lips and likely not meant for me to hear. But orcs had keen ears.

I growled, wanting to surge up, to grab Sunny by the shoulders and force this dark mood out, to hear any words she wanted to speak, but she pressed her hot core to my cock, rocking against my length, and the growl only softened to a groan.

My hands cupped around Sunny's hips, encouraging the slow slide of her sex against my stiff cock, my stav already kicking, eager to find its way into her cunt. Sunny's breath was quick, her eyes focused down to where we touched, rubbing herself against my head, gathering the precum from the tip and using it to smooth her movement.

"Petal, bring me your mouth." She had claimed control of this union, but my words were a plea, not an order, and Sunny smiled and leaned forward, hands planted on my stomach. I had to arch up to meet her, and I thrust one hand into her hair, to hold her face to mine.