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

by Kathryn Moon

I lifted her up, my stav pumping furiously, and watched her eyes widen as gravity dropped her back down my length, helpless. "Oh god, yes." She sighed, her stomach flexing as she tried to ride me, and she moaned as my stav stroked inside of her, fast and urgent, uneven with my slow and deep thrusts. She was lovely heat and soft flesh and the sweetest voice begging.

I should've pulled her off my length and taken her mouth again, taught her not to make demands in a game where I was meant to be conquering her. But her desire was sweet in my ear, and it was…refreshing not to be the villain. Most of my female clients wanted to fight, to resist, to be forced into their surrender. This little human wanted the latter, to be fucked, to be used, but she couldn't hide her own pleasure and eagerness, didn't even bother trying.

"Fuck, your cock," she gasped, falling suddenly forward, pressing her forehead to my jaw and breathing deeply, arms twining closed, chains clinking together. "God, it feels so good." I growled in her ear, her new position easier to manipulate, my hands slamming her up and down my cock, giving into those pleas she'd issued. Harder, faster, chains rattling and skin slapping, until my stav and thrusts were at the same pace in opposite directions, the friction wild and addictive, even for me. Dull crescent nails dug into the dense skin on my shoulder as Sonya let out a high, thin whine of steady delight, limp and pliable in arms, breaths hiccuping with every collide of our hips. My stav was growing thicker, swelling in its stiff sleeve,

"Filled or showered in cum, little pet?" I rasped out, although if I had my way she would be both before the end of the day. "Yes," she gasped out, nails digging in deeper, hips twitching as if to meet me. I chuckled in spite of myself, a thrumming purr rising up from my chest. Orc bait.

I wrapped an arm around her hips, pulling her firmly against me as she shook, and I groaned into her fine, silky hair, a surprising amount of tension bleeding out of me with my release. The woman in my arms sighed, head drooping down to my shoulders.

"What's next?" she asked, eyes still on my face. "Hush, or I will fill your mouth again," I said, checking her other wrist. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her mouth open again, lips twitching, but then she closed it shut and relaxed against my chest as she had been. That was unusual too, sweetly intimate and familiar for barely an hour into our appointment.

"I just realized you're not growing soft," she murmured, eyes widening slightly. "I told you I wasn't finished with you," I said, arching a brow. An orc's cock only flagged without stimulation, and there was nothing unstimulating about the sweet and coated heat of this woman's cunt.

She fell back easily, not fighting my order or my touch in the slightest. Such surrender. She sighed and stretched, voice hiccuping as I hooked her thighs and fastened her close to my hips so that I wouldn't slip out of her. In truth, I should've retreated to offer the massage her arms needed, but even now she was rocking and twisting on my length and I didn't have the willpower to resist fucking her, at least with my stav, not when her body was begging for me. I reassured myself that I was not thrusting into her, only letting my stav pump slowly. I bent forward, digging my fingers into her shoulders, working them in slow and thorough circles up to her neck. "Ohhhh, that's lovely," Sonya moaned, hips moving a little more quickly. I reached one hand down and swatted at her inner thigh. "Enough, or I will pull out. You will be fucked when I say you will."

It was only a moment more, and her eyes were falling shut again, the subtle shifting of her body increasing with her breaths, sucking in as my stav thrust forward, breathing out with a little whine as it retreated to her opening. I left her to it this time, focusing first on dragging my hands up and down one arm, loosening the joints and encouraging her blood flow. This was usually the part I enjoyed most, when the tension had finally passed and my client relaxed under my care. The sex was the work, and I preferred to remain in my head, concentrating on the mechanics and the performance. Or at least, I always had before.

My hands drifted under Sonya's back, digging into muscle, working my way down to her tense hips, her legs trembling over my thighs. If I paid any attention to that red and swollen clit at her center, I would have her coming around my length again. The thought drew out a growl from my chest, and Sonya shuddered and moaned on my lap, blinking up at me. "Please," she whispered. "You rush too much," I answered, but my grip was tight on her body, my thumbs digging into the tender crease of her hips, my stav starting to swell inside of her, even at its slow pace. My claws were out again, seemingly incapable of remaining sheathed when my hands were on this woman. Their tips marked lines like arrows on her pelvis, and I realized too late that I had underestimated Sonya's sensitivity.

My stav was in a downstroke, pressing to her front walls, my thumbs just brushing against her outer lips, when she arched and clamped around me in a fresh orgasm that seemed to shock us both. I snarled as she shook and squeezed around my cock, arms flying back behind her head to brace against the edge of the bench. I released one hip, slapping my palm against Sonya's spread sex, and even I wasn't sure if it was meant to be a punishment or a...

I was meant to be in control, meant to be measured, to be moving forward with our games gently. Did she mean to make it impossible? If so, I would leash her more tightly in the future. But not now. Now, my cock burned with the urge to thrust. I lunged forward, hooking my arms beneath Sonya's knees and bending her for my use, fucking her roughly from above. "Oh, god, yes!" she cried, just as the first subtle knife of caution tried to cut through my thoughts. It vanished with her words, her eyes wide...

And I was pleasing her, serving her even as I used her like a toy for my own appetite. I let the haze of covetous hunger rise in me for the first time in years, just a fraction, and growled. I slid my clawed thumb to her clit and tortured it with rough swirls. She came again with a shout, strangling my swollen stav, strangling my cock, and somehow my own breath too. We'd barely begun our work. I had five days to use this woman in every way she would let me, and the i...

"Spread your legs, pet." Were we still playing or was this—? I hesitated too long, and his hand grasped my leg closest to him, pulling it to hang over the edge of the bed. You could tell him to stop, I thought as his eyes fixed to my sex. I pursed my lips flat, and he hummed, gaze hooding with satisfaction. "I said I wasn't sore." His eyes weren't as vivid in daylight, and it was easier now to see the way his irises spread brightly out in dark orbs, shades of gold and copper. "You said, not really. Women spend too much time pretending to be comfortable."

The hand that had grabbed my thigh slid up as he held my stare until two fingers were thrusting gently into me, my lips parting and chest rising quickly with harsh breaths. His touch was clinical inside of me, apparently checking for any damage from his roughness earlier, but I was busy watching the subtle shifts of his face. It was so muscular that I thought it must've been capable of more expressive movement, but instead seemed to hide information better. Still, he relaxed slightly and pulled his hand free of me just before I released a whine of need.

"And you're Khell'ar," I said, trying to catch the almost rhythmic pause in the middle. He opened his mouth briefly and then shut it again, nodding. "Come, Sunny." Except he didn't hold a hand out in offering but simply grabbed me by my thighs, dragged me to the foot of the bed, and hauled me up into his arms. He was a wonderful combination of hard with muscle and soft with that velvety skin of his, and my arms felt familiar already around his shoulders, my breasts warm against his hot chest. His pointed ear was at my eye level, and he held me to his hip as if I were a toddler, the pressure of him between my legs just a bit too good.

His left eye traveled to the far corner and he had a predator's periphery vision, perfectly able to see me blushing as I realized that I was already eager to have him inside me again. "Why aren't I sore?" I asked him. It made no physical sense. He was huge and incredible inside of me. I'd had to stretch myself to take him, and that final width of the dildo had hurt. But now, I felt fine. His lip curled slightly in the corner. "Orc cum." My mouth dropped open as he ducked, lowering me too, upon entry to the bathroom. "I…I'd never… I didn't know that," I said slowly, processing. My eyes narrowed. "It's… What is it doing?" Was it making me bigger? Or— He shrugged slightly. "Helping, healing, making you ready for more. Keeping you slick."

Khell'ar knelt at the corner of the bath, mostly out of sight. "I'm washing your hair and your body, then I will feed you and put you back into the bed. No more games downstairs." Which was not the same as no games at all. "Is this going to be one?" I asked, twisting my head. He grasped my jaw in his hand and turned my face away from him again. "No. You need breaks, little one, or you will stress your body and your mind."

There was a whiff of tea tree and lavender, and I hadn't even noticed him getting the shampoo.

Ick, tea tree burns my scalp and lavender bugs my allergies

No. You're just not the first person he's done this for, I reminded myself. Of course he was good at it. He'd had plenty of practice. My chest pinched at the reminder and I tried to sit up, but Khell'ar's claws dug gently into the back of my neck, holding me in place. "You surrendered to my control, now surrender to my care too," he said, but it was gentler than the commands he'd made in the basement. It's not his fault the sex was so good you're feeling possessive, I reasoned with myself. In fact, that was his job. "Let go of yourself, little one," Khell'ar growled near my ear, as if he were reading my thoughts. His hands moved up toward my temples, rubbing tension out of my head, even out of the roots of my hair.

"Sunny suits you," he said, combing slick conditioner into my tangled locks and then starting the scalp massage all over again. "Bright, golden woman, begging for my cock and coming in cascades on my lap." I was too relaxed to do more than smile and blush. "I'm going to feast on that generous cunt of yours, Sunny."

his whisper more like a growl with the depth of his voice. He slipped one hand down from my hair to my chest, tweaking my nipples. "These breasts. Every inch of you." I let my hips rise up in the water, my feet propped at the far end, to encourage this line of thought, and Khell'ar's hand traveled south, covering my rounded stomach with an impressive span of his hand that made me look quite a bit smaller, before reaching my pelvis and pushing me back down in the water with another rumble. "You are tempting, but I am in control," he reminded me, returning to the task of washing me. "Now lean forward."

I kept one hand gripped possessively high on her thigh, close enough to her sex to sense its warmth on the backs of my fingers. Feed her. Put her in bed. Give her another hour's sleep at least. I was reminding myself of the schedule I'd planned over and over again, but then Sunny would nestle her ass on my lap, making herself comfortable, or huff in annoyance, generous breasts reminding me of their presence, and the impulse to push her down onto the table and watch her ass bounce as I saw to my own pleasure would rise again. She would enjoy herself of course, it was to her taste. It was not what I had planned.

'monsters'—an antiquated human term for those of us not of their race, a term chased out when the humans realized they were outnumbered and we were better met as friends, or at the very least neighbors.

"You're different than I expected," she said, head tipping and that warm stare studying me. I arched an eyebrow in answer, helping myself to the remainder of the food. The agency cooks could do with better seasonings, I thought. "I suppose it makes sense that we're not…that you don't just have me in chains the whole time," she said, cheeks pinked. I could collar her, if it was what she wanted. Put a leash on her throat and shackle her ankles and treat her as my toy for the whole five days, but it was such a narrow scope of the realm of sex she'd come to me for and barely touched the tip of the pile of things I wanted to do to her. That thought struck me hard, and I stiffened. I wanted this woman. I wanted to go off script, make my own plans for her that served my own interests. She was a bit more mouthy than I was used to for a woman so eager to submit. Not a brat who wanted a fight with her master, and not a woman looking to cast me as a lusty abuser. She was a woman who craved release, physical and mental, to be taken beyond the brink of her own control and brought to immense pleasure. Orc bait.

Perhaps Astraeya was right and I did need to be careful. Mating came on by instinct and genetics and emotions for orcs, and was a permanent shift. An orc mating a human was rare, but not unheard of. I'd thought myself incapable of mating a client because work was work for me, even when it was sex. I was performing, meeting a checklist on someone else's behalf. But Sunny… Small fingertips cupped my jaw, and my eyes slid to hers. Sunny was luring me towards uncharted territory in my work, her own desires so similar to mine that I was considering our time together for my own benefit. How much pleasure would it take for me to mate the delicious human? How many little conversations and surprised moments of humor?

Sunny's lips were parted, her eyes growing wide for a moment. I wanted to take her throat in my grip and draw that mouth to mine, lick her whimpers onto my tongue and twist her in my lap till my cock was buried deep and my stav swelled until it couldn't move. Which was not how our evening was meant to go. Sunny was not my lover or my mate, she was my client.

Sunny was dangerous—she made me want to erase every line between us.

"I'm going to fuck you right out of your sanity tonight, little one," I rasped in her ear. Sunny's arm reached back, digging into my shoulder, anchoring herself as I slammed myself in and out of her with messy slaps of skin, her wet sounds behind my hand, my fingers pressing down on her clit but not stimulating. "I'm going to have you so many times, you won't know what's waking and dreaming tomorrow. I'm going to take my fantasies out on you tonight."

The easy way he tossed me from hanging my head over the foot of the bed for his taking, to face down in the pillows, my hips hiked up around his, that endlessly rigid length of his burrowing back inside my over-sensitive—but never too sore—core. Falling asleep with his mouth on mine, waking again with it on my sex, his tusks firm and holding my lips spread for his tongue's greedy searching, slurping, and feasting upon me until I was whining with a reluctantly wrung out orgasm.

Another massage, with one hand in and on my sex, the other tending tired muscles. Khell'ar's touch pulling me in and out of consciousness with fluttering and gentle climaxes.

"If you really wanted me to stop, you would have to use a better word than that," Khell'ar said as I drank, reminding me of my safe word. Did that mean he wanted to have sex again? Surely it had been more than a dozen times in the night? Had I imagined some of it? Maybe the soft frottage in the middle, but no, my stomach was still sticky from where he'd come on me. So were my thighs, my lips and cheeks and jaw and… Khell'ar was grinning, eyes crinkled at the corners, as I grew more alert. I was a mess. Every inch of me was sore and every inch of me had been licked and kissed and sucked. My ass was… He hadn't fucked it, but he'd spoken about it and stretched me there with his fingers, something Harry had been interested in but too nervous to commit to.

"That's a good girl," the orc purred, gaze glowing. That tear and scratch and growl of his voice, layered deliciously, had found its way under my skin and crawled through me like a secret nervous system, lighting up my body whenever he spoke. "Pretty little blush," he continued, staring down at my body, hands squeezing and petting at me, one leaving my hip to come up and simply roll my breast against his vast palm. "Like a little flower. Not pet, but petal."

"I can't have sex again," I pleaded, even though I knew it was a lie. I wanted to, no matter how weary I was. "Not yet," Khell'ar said, shrugging a massive shoulder and jostling me in his lap. "First, you'll eat." "And bathe." He growled and lifted me from the bed, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of exhausted potatoes. His hand came down with a crack on my bare ass, and I shouted and turned red at the shocking release of fluid that slid out of me. "You're not in charge, petal." I was, though.

"I like my scent on you," Khell'ar remarked casually, and I buried my hot face into the fascinating muscle of his warm back. "My thick seed running down your thighs." "Oh god," I whispered into his skin. "Your cunt is mine today. To fuck and fill and feast from." Another humiliating and wonderful leak of cum slipped down my thighs as I squirmed,

"Sunny," he growled, and my gaze whipped up to his. "Eat." Sunny. Focus. Except I was focused—completely focused on this orc. I'd heard the phrase “the whole world fell away” like some romance movie moment where the soundtrack swelled and the cameras zoomed in on the couple. I didn't realize it might be so literal, so real. It was as if all five of my senses had removed everything but Khell'ar from me. I twisted, my breath hitching at the ridge of his cock under my ass, rising up to fit between my thighs, the rounded weeping head peeking out as I glanced down. Fingers dove into my tangled hair, yanking gently and forcing my head up. I whined, and then my jaw dropped at the sight on the table. Plate upon plate of food, scrambled eggs steaming in front of me with generous sides of bacon and toast plated on either side.

"Eat up, petal. You'll need your strength today." Warned, intrigued, and a little nervous, I dove into my breakfast, shoulders squaring to face the day and Khell'ar's plans for me.

"You may call me what you like, petal," Khell'ar growled. "Now show me your pussy." I bit off my squeak of surprise, stumbling back a step before Khell'ar's hands whipped me around to face the mirror again, pulling me to his chest and flicking aside one strip of the shift's skirt. I shuffled my legs apart, and Khell'ar growled. There wasn't much of a view in the mirror, not with us both standing, and he glared at me through the glass until I raised one leg and turned it wide, arching my hips forward. My sex was pink and dark and slightly puffy from all the sex we'd had in the past day—a genuinely insane amount. But Khell'ar's cum was still doing the trick. I wasn't uncomfortably sore. He'd been rough with me in the night, and it'd only felt powerful and thorough, not punishing or painful. He reached down and spread me with his fingers, a slight gush of more of our release appearing at my opening. "My cunt," he said with approval. "Full and begging. Ready for me."

A moment later, the word landed in my head and my eyes widened, heart stuttering. But the orc was grinning, tusks biting into his upper lip, eyes hot on mine. Beast it was then, at least down here in the dark together.

I let out a cry at the sudden spank, and the note swooped higher as two thick fingers plunged inside of me with a wet squelch. Oh god. The implication of Khell'ar's questions hit me at once. He would clean me with his fingers, fucking our mutual release out of me. He would spank me for the orgasms he had already given me. Surely not, there had been so many!

"Good little petal," Khell purred as I whined, forcing my body into the rise and fall, his stav picking up speed inside of me. I'd never heard of a stav before he'd explained his to me at dinner, but I was spectacularly grateful for the pump and swell of the inner sheath in his cock, and immediately obsessed with the sensation.

I growled at her voice, the sweet notes, the affectionate clip of my name.

I used my claws to carefully spread the swollen and reddened lips of her sex. Creamy fluid spilled out, and Sunny gasped, the peaks of her breasts rising and falling. "Is it being opened to me you like, or my claws?" I asked. "Both," she admitted softly.

"Khell, what—what are you doing?" Sunny gasped. She didn't mean what was I doing with my clawed finger pumping carefully inside of her, with my tongue lapping away our release as it seeped out. "Worshipping you, petal," I rasped, diving back down and sucking at her clit briefly until she whined with the pain of being overstimulated for too long. I pulled away. This wasn't about her release. It certainly wasn't about mine. "But…why?" I should've had her on her knees for me, crawling after me on the floor on those weak little limbs of hers. I should've had her washing my feet, kissing my skin, telling me how much she liked my cock. That was what she had come to the agency for, hired me for, paid me for. But Sunny was tired and I had appreciation to express to this body that had already performed such feats of ecstasy for me.

cunt barely able to clasp around my fingers but simply fluttering gently with relief, and her sobs of baffled release echoed off the altar. I relented as she relaxed and climbed onto the top of the altar, watching her shudder, her eyes wide and unseeing. She glanced shyly at me, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Fuck her again, the beast in me snarled. Instead, I settled back on my own heels, my heavy cock resting on her soft ass as I leaned forward and grabbed a bottle of massage oil, coating it over my palms.

"You should get in with me," Sunny mumbled, eyes heavy-lidded, cheek resting on the tub as I leaned over and washed her with a soft sponge. "There'd be no room for the water, petal," I said, lips twitching as she hummed in answer.

She'd been quiet since she'd woken from her nap, thoughtful as I'd fed her leftovers of our breakfast from my own fingers. She'd also been entirely loose in my arms. She'd given up control of her body in the basement and had forgotten to take it back again. No squirms, no objections to my feeding her, carrying her, bathing her. The satisfaction was thick and heady in my veins. There was no pretense to Sunny. What self-consciousness she possessed at her desires was gone now.

"Not now. But if you behave for me tonight, and if you impress me tomorrow—" "What will we do tonight? And tomorrow?" Sunny asked, eyes growing wider, struggling to sit up in the slippery water. Her lips were slightly chapped, eyes a little red from so much interrupted sleep. I reached over her head to the top shelf by the tub and pulled down a few jars. Mud mask. Lip scrub. Deep moisturizer. "Tonight you will rest, petal," I said, wondering if I could keep the promise. Probably not if I was in the bed with her. A restful fucking. She is here for fucking after all, the back of my head reasoned. Sunny's head tipped back, offering herself up for the mask with a soft smile. "And tomorrow?" she repeated. Tomorrow, I had vivid plans for the little human. Plans she'd requested. Plans I would relish bringing to life, embellished with my own desires.

Khell's stav swelled to a fist, pressing in against my G-spot, and the pleasure sharpened,

I tried to lift my head to find his gaze, but he guided it back down immediately, his chest pillowy under my cheek. "Sleep, petal," he said. "You can't just fuck the air out of a girl, tell her you're going to hunt her, and then put her back to bed," I muttered. Khell was quiet for a moment, and then he started to shake beneath me. "I can." "Beast." I was bent backwards, twisted, Khell careful to keep his promise of plugging me while maneuvering us on the bed so his face loomed over mine, eyes fire bright. "Your beast," he growled.