The moment he caught my scent, I was his.
When I stumbled upon a fearsome orc warrior in the forest, I feared it would be the end of me. But to my surprise, the muscle-bound monster tossed me over his shoulder and carried me off.
My scent told him he’d found exactly what he was hunting.
A human female, fertile and ready for breeding.
It turns out that escaping an orc who’s determined to claim you as his mate isn’t easy. Every time I try, I end up caught and brought back bare and blushing with my well-spanked bottom burning and the evidence of my body’s shameful surrender glistening on my naked, quivering thighs.
And the clock is ticking.
At the next full moon, he will take me publicly in front of his entire clan.
Author: Sue Lyndon
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Length: 54,000 words
“You’re covered in your own arousal, little one. You need another bath.” He lifted an eyebrow at me and looked so handsome yet stern that I couldn’t help the renewed ache between my thighs.
Despite myself, pleasurable sensations surged through me, and my breath kept hitching.
He was thorough as he cleaned me, even running his wet, soapy hands through my nether folds. My legs shook as he touched my privates, and it was all I could do not to fall over. I tried to regulate my breathing so he wouldn’t realize I was becoming aroused all over again. How embarrassing. I would rather the gods strike me down at this moment than have him discover the depth of my wantonness.
A peek at his manhood caused my face to flame. He was so huge I honestly didn’t think he would manage to fit inside me. Being claimed by him would undoubtedly hurt. Gods, he would probably split me in two with that big orc cock of his.
A vision of him naked and standing above me bathed in the light of the full moon as he prepared to claim me flashed in my mind, and my face grew even warmer.
He released a deep sigh and peered up at me, both his eyebrows raised this time. “If you keep having naughty thoughts, little one, we are going to be here all day. I keep cleaning you, only for your cunny to become slick with your arousal all over again.” He made a tsking noise.
My eyes widened and I shook my head. “No, you’re mistaken. I-I’m not becoming aroused again. I’m not. It’s the soap.”
I trembled harder as the aching in my core spread throughout my body, causing my nipples to tighten under his careful observation. It’s the soap. Gods, what an idiotic thing to say.
Another sigh left him, and he rose to his full height and came to stand beside me. He ran a soapy hand over my bottom and gave me a sharp swat. “Don’t lie to me, little one. Not unless you want another spanking. Is that what you want? Do you want me to turn you over my knee and spank your wet, soapy bottom right here and now?”
Why did his scolding and his threats make me so breathless? I stared up at him, completely shocked and mortified by my body’s traitorous responses to his nearness. I couldn’t help it. Despite being an orc, I found him incredibly handsome. His sculpted form was a work of art, pure masculine perfection. I couldn’t stop admiring him or stealing glances at his hugely erect manhood.
“No,” I said. “Please don’t spank me again. I-I’m sorry.”
“No lies,” he said, bringing his face level with mine. “No lies. Not even small ones. Do you understand?” He struck my bottom again twice, and the wet slaps resounded in the cave.
The sting of these fresh swats reinvigorated the burn from my earlier spanking, and I longed to rub the discomfort from my cheeks, though I didn’t dare reach back and do so while he was watching. I didn’t want to give him any reason to spank me again.
“I understand,” I finally replied, hoping I sounded repentant enough.
“Good. Now, please hold still while I finish washing you.”
I nodded and prayed he would soon be done. I was so embarrassed that I was standing above the water, my nude body on display, including my recently punished bottom, as he cleaned the shameful arousal from between my thighs. I didn’t think I’d ever known such deep humiliation.
Oh, but I was wrong.
Once Soren finished his thorough cleansing of my cunny and inner thighs, he shifted his attention to my bottom. Holding me to his side as he cleaned me there, he kept running a soapy hand down the crevice between my cheeks, his fingers occasionally brushing over my back hole. Honestly, did orcs not use washcloths? I wanted to push him away and tell him I could clean myself without his help, but I feared further punishment, so I remained as still and quiet as I could manage. I hoped my compliance would encourage him to be quick about this.
“When you were bent over the rock before your spanking, little one, I had you spread so wide that I could see everything between your legs. Everything.” His hot breath danced along my earlobe. “Even this enticing little hole of yours.”