Page 20 of Caged By the Orc

I start to move, each thrust deep and powerful. Her body rocks with the force of it, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The sounds she makes—fuck, they drive me wild. Soft whimpers, pleading moans, desperate cries for more. I give it to her, increasing my pace, my hips slamming against hers.

Her legs wrap around me, heels digging into my ass, urging me on. Her hands explore my body, tracing the lines of my muscles, the ridges of my scars. Every touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, heightening my senses, intensifying every sensation.

I can feel her getting close again, her inner muscles clenching around me, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. But I don't want her to hold back. Not this time.

"That's it, Josie," I pant, my voice rough with exertion. "Let go. Let me hear you scream."

I pull back, just enough to watch her face as I drive into her, over and over. Her eyes are glazed, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. "Look at you," I growl, voice rough with exertion. "Spread wide for me, taking my cock like a good little human."

Josie moans, the sound vibrating through her entire body. She clings to me, nails digging into my flesh, urging me on. "More, Sarod," she begs, voice breathless. "Don't stop."

A wide grin tugs at my lips. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. Our tongues clash, teeth nipping at lips. I pullaway, just enough to murmur against her mouth, "You're so fucking tight, Josie. So wet. You like having me inside you, don't you?"

Her response is a whimper, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist. She's close, I can feel it. Her body tenses, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. But I want to hear her say it. I want her to admit it.

"Say it, Josie," I demand, my voice a low growl. I slow my thrusts, teasing her, drawing out a frustrated cry from deep within her. "Tell me how much you love having my cock buried deep inside you."

She groans, shaking her head from side to side. But I can see the truth in her eyes. She's just as into this as I am. I lean down, nipping at her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Say it, Josie," I murmur, my voice a dark promise.

Her body trembles, her breath hot against my skin. And then, finally, she admits it. "I love it," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I love having you inside me, Sarod."

A triumphant growl escapes me. I crush her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as I increase my pace. Our bodies slap together, the sound echoing through the garden. I can feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building. And fuck, so is mine.

"Cum for me, Josie," I command, my voice a harsh rasp. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock."

And she does. Her body convulses, her inner muscles clamping down on me like a vice. She cries out, her voice a high-pitched keen that sends a shiver down my spine. Her release triggers my own, and I groan, spilling myself deep inside her.

Our bodies shake with the force of our orgasms, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I collapse on top of her, my weight pressing her into the cool grass. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close as we ride out the last waves of pleasure.

I roll off her, pulling her into my side. Our hearts pound in sync, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I look down at her, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. "See, Josie," I murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I knew you'd look good on my cock."

She blushes, turning her face into my chest. But I can see the smile playing at her lips. She knows it too. And fuck, does that make me happy.

16

JOSIE

Iwake up feeling sore and conflicted, my body a patchwork of aches and tingles. Last night's events replay in my mind on an endless loop, a whirlwind of emotions I can't quite untangle. Lust, passion, confusion—they all swirl together, leaving me dizzy and off-balance. I've never felt so torn, so utterly consumed by contradictory feelings.

Dragging myself to the kitchen, I wince at every movement. My body aches in ways both familiar and new, a stark reminder of what transpired. As I wait for the chefs to prepare Sarod's breakfast, my hands tremble slightly, betraying my nervousness. What now? How do I face him after...? The question hangs in my mind, unanswered and terrifying.

The sound of heavy footsteps entering the dining room makes me freeze, my heart leaping into my throat. Sarod enters, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. Our eyes meet, and electricity crackles between us, making the air feel thick and charged. I can't look away, even though every instinct screams at me to flee.

"Breakfast ready?" he grunts, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I swallow hard, willing my voice not to shake. "Almost," I manage to reply, cursing inwardly at how breathless I sound. Gods, what has this orc done to me? My heart's pounding so hard I'm sure he can hear it, and I can feel heat creeping up my neck.

"Good. Once it's ready, bring it and sit. Eat with me."

It's not a request. I hesitate, then comply, my legs feeling like jelly as I move to fetch the food. When I return, I set the plates down with trembling hands and slide into the seat across from him. We eat in tense silence for a few moments, the clink of utensils almost deafening in the quiet room. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep my gaze fixed on my plate.

Finally, Sarod speaks, his deep voice rumbling through me. "Sleep well, thief?" A smirk plays at his lips, and I can see the glint of his tusks.

I bristle at his words, my embarrassment quickly turning to indignation. "Like a rock," I snap back, meeting his gaze defiantly. "Your garden's quite comfortable, but I prefer my own bed."

He chuckles, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Didn't hear you complaining last night."