Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
"I'm going to come inside you," I promise her, untangling from her clinging limbs as I tug my belt off and shove my pants down to my knees, freeing my cock. I grab my pretty wife, flushed and trembling underneath me, and lift one of her long, glorious legs straight into the air, pressing her heel to my shoulder. Iolanthe needs a deep angle to stroke inside her properly, and this will give me the leverage I need to make her come, and come hard. I tease the head of my cock at the entrance to her body, and there's only the slightest bit of resistance before she's taking me, bit by bit, into her welcoming body.
Iolanthe moans, her foot pressing against my shoulder as I grip her thigh and slowly rock into her. "Agakor. Please, love. I need you so badly."
"You need me to fill you with my child?" I croon.
"Yes," she sobs. "Give me your baby. Fill me with your seed. Please!"
It's so out of character for my shy wife to beg in such a way. It makes me crazy with desire, too. Unable to control myself, I surge deep, pumping into her with hard, sure strokes. She cries out with every thrust inside her, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as she revels in the sensations. Her breasts bounce enticingly under her chemise as I pound into her, and with my free hand, I reach out and caress one. I can feel her cunt tightening around me, fluttering as she builds up to her release, and it makes me drive into her faster, harder, my body demanding release. Need to claim her, the primal, orc part of me demands. Need to fill her. Need to impregnate her.
Need to show the world that she's mine.
Iolanthe's climax is so hard she cries out, and her cunt grips me like a vise as the release blazes through her. I drive into her harder, pushing her into the mattress as I surge and surge over her soft body. Mine. Mine. Mine. When I come, it's glorious. I spill inside her, the release so scorching and sudden that I see stars in front of my eyes. My balls seem to empty forever, pouring my life into the cradle of her body, until I collapse over her on the bed, spent and breathless.
She strokes my hair, making little sounds of pleasure as she catches her breath. It takes me a moment longer to recover, and when I sit up, I realize just how wet the join of our bodies is. I truly did seed her well, the proof of my need trickling out of her body and dampening her thighs. Automatically, I drag my fingers through the mess and push them back inside her, determined to give her every droplet. "Did I hurt you?"
Iolanthe laughs, as if the question is a silly one. "Of course not."
"I must always ask. I'm so much bigger than you." I rub her legs, pleased at the dazed smile on her face. "You know I plan on doing that again soon, don't you?" When she raises an eyebrow at me, I grin. "I meant what I said. You're not leaving this bed until I breed you."
"That's crude of you to say," she fusses, but the smile on her face and the flush in her cheeks tells me she likes my crude words.
"So you're objecting to my statement, but not to staying in bed for several days?" I tease, and I like it when she hides her face with one of the pillows. So maidenly and shy, even now, with my fingers stroking my seed back into her body. "Very well then. I shall use flowery words to describe just how full I'm going to stuff this pretty little cunt over the next while."
She makes an outraged sound, shaking her head under the pillow she keeps pressed to her pink cheeks. "Agakor! What will your men say?"
"They will say I am lucky," I tell her, teasing my sloppy fingers through her heat again. I find the rough spot on her inner wall and stroke it, and her legs twitch in response yet again. "They will say they do not blame me."
"What of the ones just joining your men?" she asks, the pillow muffling her words. "The ones leaving my father?"
"This will give them time to catch up." I stroke her sweet spot again. "And time for my men to clothe and train them, since they're clearly a waste of good coin. Your father's army is a joke, by the way."
Iolanthe lowers the pillow, her face flushed even as she parts her thighs a little wider for me to continue petting her there. "He's got a bad reputation for paying them. Anyone that has worked for him in the past never comes back. They know better. Now all he can get are inexperienced knights, but enough of them can still be a problem." She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as her neck strains and her hips arch against my hand. "Agakor…wait…"