Games with the Orc (Monster Smash Agency, #1)

by Kathryn Moon

Why did people always want to be loved for who they could be? Didn't it make more sense to be loved for who you already were?

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"I just felt like…I wasn't totally myself with Harry," I admitted. "Harry was boring," Natalie reasoned without batting an eyelash. "Nice-boring. Like what other people think normal is." "I'm not normal?" I asked, voice squeaking slightly. Natalie huffed a soft laugh. "You're lots of things. You're the girl who screamed at those gargoyles for me when we were ten. You're a twee and charming social media influencer. And you're the woman whose imagination sometimes produces images that I can't even begin to understand where they came from." She nodded her head over at one of the frames on the wall, an illustration of a strange tangle of figures and weeds and teeth and chains. It was one of my favorite things I'd ever drawn.

"I'm…" My cheeks were hot. Harry wasn't the only one I hid things from. "I'm not even sure I really want the things I think of, or if I just…like thinking about them." Natalie stared blankly back at me for a moment and then blinked. She glanced down at Emmett in her arms before turning to tuck him gently sleeping into his carrier before facing me again. "Are we talking sex stuff?" I made a soft, strangled sound at the back of my throat, and Natalie answered with a stifled squeal. "We are!" she gasped, obviously delighted. "Sit, sit, sit."

"It just sounds dangerous," I admitted. Natalie's gaze flared with curiosity, but I was surprised to see her take a deep breath and brace herself, thinking for a moment. She nodded slowly. "I see your point. But you're thinking about the general populace, right?" I wrinkled my nose at the phrasing and laughed a little. "Uh, sure. Like…I'm not unwilling to have a one-night stand, but there's fucking and then there's—" "Hire a professional," Natalie said, sitting up straight. "A…a what?" She snorted. "Hire a professional." My jaw hung open. A professional. Hire a sex worker.

In spite of my blushing and my nerves, I was not ignorant. There were absolutely all kinds of services in the city for this sort of thing. Clubs. Agencies. The work had been legalized decades ago as more and more species had integrated into human society and brought with them their liberal views on sex, shifting the traditional human perspective with them.

The Monster Smash Agency was located in the southern suburbs of Chicago—a bit surprising, considering the popularity of such places in the city. It had a near perfect five-star rating online and an overwhelming online catalog of workers.

"You'll be able to stop, leave, or rest at any time. You have your safe word, as well as a remote that will assist you in controlling your scene or putting a stop to it altogether. You and your partner will be secluded, but we always assure our clients who ask for these kinds of dynamics of two things," the woman said, a familiar recitation for her. "First is that you will be able to reach us at any time via a number of security measures we offer you. And second is that your partner is a professional. If at any point you find yourself uncomfortable, unsatisfied, or frightened, they want to know. They want you to have a pleasant experience, regardless of what you've asked for. No matter how they behave in scene, their only goal is to offer what you desire."

Sometimes, the body has a different opinion than the mind."

The MSA building was an attractive office, with plenty of windows and lots of greenery—not at all what I would've expected from the kind of place to hire out submissive captive fantasies. It was not, apparently, where said fantasies would be taking place.

Distracted from the mention of my partner for the week, I turned again and gaped at the sight before me. Being chased through the woods was one of my requests, and I'd halfway expected Astraeya to drop me off to be chased. Instead, we sat parked in front of a sweet cottage, with cream plaster and a thatched roof like something right out of a fairy tale. There was even a blooming vine crawling up the corners of the house. "Appearances can be deceiving," Astraeya said coyly. "Come on, I'll get you oriented."

I met her at the little door, and my eyes widened to see the keycode and smart screen rather than some antique knob and lock. "Just go ahead and press your thumb to the screen. It's easier than us loading you up with a bunch of codes you have to remember," Astraeya said. "Will I need to unlock the door?" I asked. She shrugged. "Probably not, but we like for our clients to know that if they decide they want control of anything at any time, they can have it. You want to surrender and offer trust, and we want you to know that we take that very seriously. There, all set. In we go."

The inside was every bit as charming as the out, old-fashioned with softly grooved wood flooring and surprisingly tall ceilings. Of course they're tall, because he's going to be… "Now, you'll see similar smart screens at every doorway," Astraeya pointed out. "You use your thumbprint there, and you'll be in contact with someone at the office. We don't monitor or invade your privacy, but we are always available if you need us. There, on the table, is a wrist cuff you can use similarly. It's up to you if you want to wear it. And finally, if at any time you speak your safe word, the agency will be monitoring just long enough to check on you, see if you need any assistance. Otherwise, you're not being monitored in any way. Again, these are offered as assurances to you, not as necessary safety precautions. Your partner's priority is your enjoyment and safety."

Ahead of me, a broad doorway revealed a darker room and the corner of an enormous four-poster bed. "This…isn't quite what I was expecting," I admitted slowly, rushing to add, "It's totally lovely, I just—" "Oh, this isn't all of it," Astraeya said with a wave of an elegant hand and a toothy grin. "I expect he'll save upstairs for your downtime. And actually, since we're getting closer to it being time, I should probably show you around downstairs real quick. Grab that wrist cuff. I'll set your bag down." I lifted the small cuff—something like a smart watch—from the large dining table set for two, and Astraeya put my suitcase down in the doorway of the bedroom. The door to "downstairs" was tucked behind the vintage aqua fridge, and my heart thumped in my chest as Astraeya had me use my thumbprint again to open it. There was a light on below, but it was only enough to see by, enough to see the stone walls and bare floors. I stepped down slowly, watching the slow reveal of a long leather bench waiting in the bare room, a wall of paddles and floggers, and an enormous floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"More like what you were expecting?" Astraeya teased from behind me. My mouth was dry now, so I swallowed again as we reached the end of the stairs. "Good, we aim to please. But wait, there's more!" She stepped to my left, and I twisted to see a dark doorway behind the stairs. There was no light on inside, but I moved slowly closer, waiting for my eyes to adjust until finally I saw a glint of metal ahead of me, hanging from the ceiling. Astraeya waited by the bench as I stepped inside the dark room, my arm outstretched. Metal clinked as I found the chains, my breath rushing in and out of my lips as if I'd been running, fingertips sliding into cold links.

"Your partner has your brief. He knows everything you're interested in and everything you're not willing to do. He'll start slow, take cues from you, ask questions, that sort of thing. It's totally up to you where you'd like to be when you meet him. It can be upstairs at the door, in the bed, or down here," Astraeya said, her voice so deceivingly simple, a...

I wrapped my fingers around the chains and turned slowly. There was more in this room, more I couldn't see in the dark. It seemed to go on endlessly. And there in the doorway was the little blue smart screen, waiting if I needed help, or if I was too scared.

I waited under the shade of one of the great old oaks in the woods, staring at the front door of the cottage. I'd watched Astraeya arrive with the woman—average height for a human female, with bright gold hair. A new client booking me for five days was surprising, if not strange, and I expected her to look more…prepared. There was no rule of thumb on what kind of person wanted an orc to hunt and ravish and fuck them until they couldn't stand. The lusty ones came in all appearances. Still, the little cotton sundress, peachy pink against sun-flushed skin, was refreshing.

"Is she really as new as her file says?" I asked. "Nice to see you too, Khell," Astraeya quipped, glancing back at the cottage over her shoulder with a puzzled smile. "And…yes, she is." I nodded, bracing myself. "I'll tread lightly." I was more patient and less inclined to follow mating urges than most of my kind and almost always assigned to the new ones. They spooked easily, and not all of them wanted to go through with their full requests. And those were the ones who booked me for a night, not nearly a week. "Good. I like her, though," Astraeya said, her eyes narrowing at me, sizing me up. "She was very enthusiastic in her arousal gauges." I'd seen the report. If the numbers were accurate, this human had the sexual appetite of an orc. But even so, they would be no guarantee of what she liked in person.

"Khell…be careful with her," Astraeya said. I frowned at the succubus. "I'm not Rezzik. I know not to scare the new ones." Astraeya rolled her eyes. "I mean, yes, good, but… Look, if I'm right about her, you won't need to be careful for her sake. She's ready. She's practically orc bait. So just…" Ah. I snorted and ground my jaw, my tusk pressing into my upper lip. "I've worked for MSA for eight years, Ast. I haven't mated a client yet. I won't start now." Mating would be a death sentence for my work at the agency—work I actually enjoyed. Fucking was natural, fun, easy. The games some clients concocted were curious and not always to my own pleasure, but I could play the parts they needed. I had no interest in risking my place at MSA just for a more than usually agreeable human client.

The little human wanted primal play and to be my captive, and costumes were an unfortunate part of my job. No one wanted to be thrown over the shoulder of an orc in a gym hoodie, apparently. I shrugged out of my street clothes, tucking my watch into the pocket of my jeans, and scowled down at the outfit Astraeya had assigned me. A red shoulder cape and a miniscule leather armor skirt. It would've made more sense for an orc to charge into the cottage naked, but human women often found the size of our cocks overwhelming. Perhaps the flap of leather offered a reassuring disguise to the fact that I would fill them to the brim with my girth.

Most women waited nervously on whatever seating in the scene looked the most innocent, so I was surprised not to find the young woman perched on the blue velvet couch or anywhere in the main room. Next most likely was the bed, but even from here, I could see she wasn't inside the bedroom. Her yellow suitcase was still by the bedroom door, an artificial but not unpleasant floral fragrance emanating from inside. She was downstairs. Brave little human. I rolled my shoulders and grinned at the open door to the basement. It would be a nice change of pace not to have to tiptoe too much at the start, make small talk. We would have plenty of time for that later, when she needed to be brought down from the high of our play.

I could hear the first whispers of her breath, quick and sharp, aware of my heavy footfalls on the steps. She wasn't in the room, not waiting on the bench, and my claws extended slightly, a rare sense of anticipation rising in me. A flicker of shadow and a soft gasp called to me, and I turned to the open doorway to my left, my body tensing. There she was, deep in the shadow of the dungeon playroom. She was staring at me, brown eyes wide in a heart-shaped face, lips parted, no doubt assuming I was unable to see her in the dark. But my kind had keen eyesight from living in underground dens, and she was perfectly clear. I stepped slowly closer, watching her long fingers tighten around the chain in her grasp, her breasts heaving with her great gasps of breath, pressing to the collar of her dress. I paused in the doorway, filling the frame and blocking some of the dim light, shadowing her slightly from my view. Her scent was rich now, growing stronger by the second, clinging in my nostrils and coating my throat in tangy arousal. That was a good sign. I was close enough to hear her heartbeat hammering, the catches of her breath soft and excited.

How to approach? New human partners liked to chatter nervously, to fill the silence as I stared at them like the predator they wanted to pounce. But this one, Sonya, only watched, waited. "Take off your clothes. I have plans for you." There was a squeak of sound strangled from her throat, and the chain in her hand rattled softly as she startled. For a second, I prepared to backtrack, give her another option like joining me on the bench, go over the usual introductions. And then her hand released the chain, twisting behind her back and arching her chest forward as she hunted for the zipper on her dress. Her eyes were still wide, searching in the dark for me, and a pretty red tongue flicked out to stroke over her bottom lip. I flexed my hands to retract my claws. Interesting. She was eager, but silent.

"You're mine for this week, pet," I said, my voice heavy and low, bouncing off the stone around us. I stepped back and reached to the wall panel, slowly drawing up the light in the electric candles positioned at the corners of the room. Her hands paused on her hips, heavy breasts still in her bra, with pert and tight nipples pressing to the lace, rounded stomach sucked in self-consciously. She was staring at me, pupils dark and full. "Five days to do whatever I like with you," I tried, wondering when or if she would want to break the scene. They usually did on the first try. But not this little treat of a human. Sonya pushed her dress over soft hips, ca...

"What next?" Her voice was thin, breathy, but sweet too. I had a number of ideas, many of which she'd suggested herself in her requests, but Astraeya's warning rang in my head. As ready as Sonya seemed, this was her first experience in submission. It was time to check in with her. "What would you like, pet?" She blinked and held still as I stepped close, close enough for the heat of my skin to stroke against hers. "I…" Her brow furrowed, and her lips pressed together as she arched to stare up at me. "I want you to tell me what to do," she said, with just a hint of a bite in her tone.

I chuckled at that. "Are you ready for chains, pet?" Her frown eased slightly, head nodding, and she held her breath as my hand reached out to her. I moved slowly, waiting for any shrinking or retreat, but instead the pretty little human swayed in my direction, her hair stroking against my fingers, soft, golden, coiling around my hand. "Arms up," I said, fighting my smile as her arms flew up over her head without so much as a pause. I grabbed up one slender wrist and fastened it into a padded cuff, using the pulleys to lift her arm high and taut, still resting on her feet but stretched fully.

Sonya leaned in, her chest brushing against mine, peaked nipples teasing lines against my chest. She whined and repeated her sway, pressing harder against me. "Naughty pet," I warned, cupping her shoulder and pushing her back, letting my gaze glow down at her upturned face. "Hold still for your master." She sighed as if relieved and nodded gently. Delightful. Untrained, but it would be so easy with her if she behaved so well all the time. I fastened her other wrist in another cuff, sliding it down so that the one MSA had given her was still available. "You'll be able to reach that," I said, drawing h...

Sonya stretched up onto her toes and softened her upper body, arching into my touch, head falling back. "Are you wet for me, pet?" I asked. I knew she was, I could smell it on her. "Y-yes… Do I call you master?" she whispered, breaking out of that breathy surrender with a little squeak of nerves. I grinned where she couldn't see me. Not usually right away, but since she was eager…"Yes, pet." She sighed again, shoulders easing and body relaxing slightly.

My hand trailed down her ass, taking a firm grip, amused by the slight whimper she tried to bury. I slid my other hand over her shoulder, down her chest, to tweak at one nipple and then the other. She hummed, a soft and contented sound.

I checked my claws once more, just barely digging into the giving heft of her hip, before swiping my hand around to clasp over her pussy. She jumped and jerked, rattling the chains above her head, as I growled in her ear. "Then open for me." Her legs stumbled wide, toes stretching and digging into the floor as she made room for my thick fingers to stroke over folds of flesh, slightly slippery with arousal.

"Ohh!" She curved like a bow in my hands, one breast pushing against my left hand, softly curled golden strands brushing against my chest. Her eyes were wide, staring up at the cavernous ceiling. But she wasn't trying to escape my searching fingers that stroked against her sex, spreading her wetness. No, she was still eager. Good. I burrowed one finger against her, pressing to her opening without attempting to breach, and her eyes fell shut, that little furrow of concentration appearing on her brow again. Not quite an objection. Not surrender, either.

The orc's skin was velvety and hot at my back, almost like suede, and I wanted to rub myself against him just to prove to myself he existed. One thick finger was circling around my cunt, teasing, and his massive hand was cupping over my breast, and it was almost like he wasn't really here.

I'd itched to be touched as I'd stood alone in this room, and now, with him here… Some of the fever was cooling slightly with reality. This is just…foreplay, I thought. I mean, aside from the chains, Harry could've— The finger that had been teasing my entrance plunged suddenly in, drawing a garbled little moan from my mouth. Well. Harry's fingers couldn't compete with the orc's, at least. "Tight little hole," the orc muttered, pumping the shockingly thick finger inside of me.

"You're too small for my cock, pet, so something must stretch you. But if you don't like my fingers—" "I like them fi—" "Hush," he snarled, and I gasped, a perverse and giddy joy rising in me as he twisted the fist in my hair, a little bite of pain in the burn of my scalp. "You do as I say now." Yes, a soft voice in my head sighed.

"Needy little thing," the orc's voice growled from the dark. I held my breath till he reappeared from the shadows, sighing as that golden gaze glinted at me. And then the object in his right hand caught the light, glistening slickly, and my eyes widened. "What is—" "You don't want my fingers," the orc said, throwing a pillowed platform to the floor at my feet and waving the ridiculously large and tapered dildo in his hand, clearly well lubricated. The head was a normal size, but it grew significantly larger down its length into a thoroughly intimidating fist bulb at the base.

"You need to be stretched. Show me you can be good and ready yourself for me. Get this wet with your cunt down to the base," he said, waving the dildo in my face.

"You do as I say," he said, almost casually. I nodded. "Knee up." My heart stopped for a moment, but my right knee went up to his shoulder. He leaned in, broad nose and jaw pressing into the skin of my sex, hot breath huffing into my pussy. My lips were parted on a pant as I stared down at him just breathing me in, the smooth and firm press of his tusks framing my folds perfectly. I couldn't see it from above, but I moaned as a slick, scorching hot, long tongue stroked against me, teasing my opening again as his finger had.

"Pretty little cunt," he whispered, as if he were speaking to it directly rather than me, praising just one part of me in particular. He licked again and then folded his lips around a crease of skin and sucked on it like a kiss. My leg holding me up trembled, my arms growing sore from the stretch, but as gentle as he was being, I wouldn't have interrupted him for the world.

His tongue, a dark shade of brown, was cleaning up his lips as he rose, not paying any attention to my whimpers or trembles, as he reached up to the chains with one hand and wrapped the other around my waist. I sagged into him as he loosened the chains, rubbing my cheek over the velvet of his chest as he lowered me to the… Directly onto the dildo, which nudged almost rudely at my warm and tingling cunt, more insistent and clumsy than the orc's wonderful tongue had been. He folded my knees up to the platform, settling me in my seat and testing the height of the chains.

Large hands in front of my face reached for the clasp of the skirt belt. His thighs were radiating heat, and I wanted to press myself to their muscles, seeking warmth and more of that soft, dense texture of his skin. And then the leather parted, and I sat back, notching the head of the toy inside of myself as I gaped at the cock in my face. It was not quite as thick as the bulb at the base of the dildo but certainly much larger than anything I'd navigated before. I wasn't sure I'd even be able to—

"Pet. Ride the cock beneath you and open your mouth." Of the two, the dildo was less intimidating, especially since the snarl of the orc's voice only made me wetter as he glared down at me. The platform I knelt on was padded, allowing me to sink in and holding me steady as I bared down on the silicone until I felt it pinch and stretch at me. The orc's fingers tightened on my chin as I rose up again and opened my mouth at last, leaning in and licking around the broad, rounded head of his cock.

I'd forgotten about the toy I was seated on in my focus on the orc before me, twice as menacing now as he loomed above me. "If you don't stretch your pretty cunt for me, we'll never get anywhere, pet," the orc growled, his bright tusks creating a false curve to his lips.

There was an unfamiliar structure beneath the velvet skin my lips and tongue teased, almost like the cock was moving within its own sleeve, a pulsing pump sliding up and down, and I was immediately curious as to how it would feel inside me. Interest eased my path another inch on the dildo, and I moaned as one of the bulbs seemed to lodge inside of me, pressing against my core.

"I'll teach that throat to take me too, pet. I'll teach your lungs to wait for my pleasure."

See, this part isn't hot for me *shrugs*

He pushed hard on my shoulders, and I cried out, eyes widened and body rocking as he forced me onto the next width of the dildo. "Look down, pet," he growled. I glanced down from the weeping head of his dark cock to see that there was only one width left to take, although the sight of my body stretched taut against its shape made the feat seem impossible.

His hands pushed me down, my arms stinging from a new stretch, thighs burning as I splayed wide, and the shocking explosion of an orgasm as the lips of my sex reached the base of the dildo and the final bulb pressed roughly into every inch of my opening.

The heat surged through me, soft fire licking up my chest, right up into my cheeks where clawed thumbs were stroking, gentle scratches. "Good little pet, so soft and wet for me now, so ready."

I rocked my hips slightly and panted at the flutter of pleasure that came with the rub of the bulbs inside of me. In front of my nose, the orc's cock was producing a thin dribble of fluid, pulsating with that internal pump. I rose up, whining as the dildo seemed to retract out of me with the pulse of the bulbs against my opening.

My snarl was loud in the quiet that followed the young woman's words. My cock ached, the stav pulsing in the shaft of my cock thrusting emptily and wasting my seed on Sonya's breasts. My next task was meant to be nurturing, to check in with her and soothe the muscles I'd abused in the act. Her lips were wet from the little licks she'd been using to gather my taste, and on the floor, the toy used to prep her was glistening. The altar and oil was waiting. I was in charge of our scene. She was new, needed to be eased— "Please," she gasped, leaning forward and rubbing her breasts against my leg. "Please, fuck me."

She gasped, but her legs bracketed me, clenching on my waist as if she were afraid I might drop her…or deny her. I did neither, fumbling only as long as it took to line her up at the head of my cock, then thrusting myself inside of her. The stretcher had done the work of preparing her for me, but my little pet still let out a high cry as I filled her, her head falling back and exposing her throat to my gaze, long and elegant and thrumming with a nervous pulse.