"Aria, what is it that you want?"

That is a pregnant question. But I have had plenty of time to think today after he ran like a chicken that's been chosen for dinner. But I don't know how to say it.

"Let's go back." I can't bare the cold anymore. He comes closer and he picks me up and carries me in his strong arms. I nestle myself in them and I relish in his warmth. I bask in the safety and comfort I feel when he is near me. I bury my nose in his chest and I inhale his wild scent.

We arrive at the house, and I am even more regretful of my tantrum. But him raising his voice made me remember all the people in my old life and how I was constantly treated. Like I had no voice, and I couldn't think for myself or make any decisions about my life.

And I don't want to remember that Aria; I never want to feel like that woman again. Here, with this orc, I am a new creature. I speak my mind and I live in my truth.

He places me on the bed with that gentleness that always shines through from him. now I know what they mean when they talk about judging a creature by his appearance.

Many of my kind would judge his stacked appearance and discard him for a beast, but in him I have found the kindest soul, the softest heart and the warmest hands I have ever encountered.

He places a blanket on top of me then he moves to leave.

"Where are you going?" I'm afraid he is going to run again. He always runs instead of confronting things between us, and I don't like that.

"I'm warming the soup for us. I'm not leaving." I see guilt reflecting in his eyes before he is gone. He brings us hot soup and we share it like we always do.

After everything is finished and I've changed we get in bed. The air began charging again as we were eating, and it is just getting thicker and thicker. There is definitely something in the air. We are here again.

When I woke up this morning with his thick and slippery cock between my thighs, all my inhibitions melted away. I have never felt such an intense desire for anyone.

I couldn't stop my center from pulsating. It was like every breath was touching me in places that made me just wetter and wetter. Soon I felt my own arousal on him. He had woken up soon after that.

I felt guilty in part, and I felt like a wanton woman. But it all flew out the cliff when I saw how he looked at me and how his cock twitched between my thighs as if to shout what he also wants so desperately. I was ready to give it all to him then.

I know it is dangerous, but I don't want to turn back. I have to move forward. And after this morning, it is clear we will never move unless I make the move and I steer us in that direction.

I watch him move around doing nothing for some time before I say, "Igor, come to bed."

He takes off his shirt and he moves to switch off the lamp.

"No, don't switch it off."

He gives me a questioning look and I just shrug and open the blanket for him. He comes in carefully. Like he is afraid I am going to jump on him.

I mean, he isn't wrong but still, he is an almost 7-foot tall creature, and I am much smaller, I should be afraid here not him. He lies on his back, but he doesn't come close like he always does.

"Orc, why aren't you coming close? You know I need your body." I know its provocative, but I feel bold. I have already resigned myself to whatever fate awaits. I saw his feral gaze this morning when he flipped me on my back, when I felt him in my center.

"Aria... Please." He begs.

That emboldens me. I touch his arm. Then he moves closer, but he doesn't turn to me. I get on top of him, and my dress rides up a little. I spread my legs a little, half straddling him. I know it won't happen, but I wish our not so little friend would come out to play again.

But yesterday he had been wearing those loose sleeping pants of his, today he isn't. I guess once bitten, twice shy.

"Now, orc. Tell me something. Why is it that you keep fighting this?" I move my face closer to him, invading all his spaces. Today he will give me something, anything, or I will take it.

"Aria, I am not who you think I am."

"Are you not Igor?"

"I am, but you don't know who I am or where I'm from. I—"

"Shhh, orc." I place my finger on his lips. With the other I touch his tusks, then his face. It's always surprising how smooth his skin is. "You talk too much." I lift my gaze to lock with his. "Has anybody ever told you that?" I let my lust speak for me.

I see him swallow. "Aria... I'm losing—"

"Why are you fighting me, orc?"

"You are not ready. You can't be. Even if I wanted to, you aren't prepared. You are too small for me and what I bring."

And I must admit he may be right. Shepherd was the size of his one finger and maybe half. Igor is a whole other beast. His cock is a man unto himself.

I don't answer him. I fish one of his hands from his side and he lets me lift it to my lips. "Then show me what you can do with him. Prepare me." I put his index in my mouth and I suck him. "Can you do that for me?" I ask in my sweet, and hopefully seductive voice.

"Ari—"

"Touch me, Igor. Make me feel good."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Do you plan on asking me questions all night, orc? Or are you going to satisfy me?"

His tusks elongate as he grins. I see resolve forming in his eyes. I can't help my heart pumping faster.

Oh, goddess, this is going to happen.

"I hope you know what you just started, little human." His hands snake my body confidently. He pulls me to him, then he claims me in a bruising kiss. It is like my body is set alight. His powerful hands travel my body, and he pulls my dress up then he squeezes my derriere.

It feels like my center is about to sing. His large finger explores me from my cheeks and finally he lands where I need him. I am so drunk with arousal; I am about to cry out. His hands graze my center before he finds my bundle of happy nerves.

"So, you think you are ready for what I want to give you, little human?"

His finger circles me in delicious motion.

"Yes."

"You think you know what a real male is? You think you can handle me, human?"

His finger finds my entrance and he slides in.

"Yes."

"You think your little body is," he pumps into me in a delicious motion, and I am so full. "Ready for all that I want to give?"

"Yes, Igor."

He moves me to my side and his other hand comes into play. His wet finger pump in and out of me coming from the back as he also holds me steady and the other starts circling my button again. I was already too aroused. Intense pleasure washes over me and my body surrenders to his sweet torture.

"Igor, yes. Yes." I quiver in his chest.

But he doesn't stop, even as my toes curl and my eyes roll back. I writhe on top of him as he increases his speed, not giving me time to settle. I don't know how but it is like he knows my body better than me. And I never knew my body could do this, feel this way.

"Igor, it's too mu—" I scream as I am taken away by another orgasm, more intense than the first.

"Have you had enough, Aria?"

I can't answer him, and I can barely hear anything as my eyes are closed shut and I keep twitching. He holds me then as I whizz. Oh, goddess. I find myself laying on him on my stomach and my hands are around his shoulders as my face is buried on the crook of his neck.

His hands run on my backside, exploring and it keeps my arousal awake as my body expels the last of its trembles.

I hear his low chuckle before he places me on the bed on my back. I am putty in his hands, completely surrendered to his will and his mastery. His body looms over me. He brings his soaking fingers to his mouth, and he makes a pleased sound before he dips them again and brings them to my mouth this time.

"Taste yourself, taste how delicious you are." He puts his index in my mouth and I wrap my lips around it and I suck. "That's a good girl." He kisses my neck. His tusks making it feel more feral, more animalistic, more raw.

I spread my legs a little wider, feeling no shame in the presence of this creature who truly sees me. And what's more? I want him to see me. I need him to see me. To look at me like how he looks at me.

I feel his growl on my own body as he rubs against me and licks me with his long tongue and kisses me with his expert lips. He sucks my breasts with his mouth, and he hasn't stopped fingering my mouth and I continue sucking his finger. I am just an instrument in his hands.

Our eyes locked, and I know I am driving him wild too. I affect him as much as he affects me. He removes his finger from my mouth, and he travels it lower. He circles my bundle of nerves again and my hips buck, begging for another.

He inserts one finger. "I want to see if we can add another. Is that okay, Aria?" his expectant face warms my heart.

I nod. "Yes."

"You are really tight, but I need to prepare you before I can even attempt...me." he smirks, and I grin. He starts pumping in and out again, but this time I meet his thrusts. He tries the second finger, but he was right, it's too tight. I wince. "I'm sorry. I won't continue. We can try another time, okay?"

I nod and I pull his face for a kiss. He goes down after, and he gives me more as he takes me with his tongue, and he tips me over with his tongue in my tight channel. His warm tongue felt so good, and I was exhausted after he finished.

I couldn't even move after, and he moved and wiped me. Something Shepherd never did. He always would get up and wipe himself then tell me to get up and clean myself like I was a dirty shoe.

But all the bad memories are slowly getting replaced by beautiful new ones. That night I sleep on top of Igor again and this time we are both naked and I let his giant sleep between my thighs.

_________________________________________

After chapter thoughts?