Page 7 of Green-Eyed Monster
It was hard enough to remember to be gentle with her thin fae skin and delicate form, and I was grateful for the rounded caps I’d elected to have placed on my tusks,so gladI didn’t have to risk goring her accidentally in my enthusiasm. I was a man on a mission as I kissed my way down her satin stomach until she tangled her fingers in my hair andgrowledat me. My eyebrows nearly shot into my hairline.
“As much as I don’t want to put you off this kind of generosity in the future,” Solandis panted as I tugged off her underwear and kissed the top of her mound, “if you don’t find a condom in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to die from lack of dick.”
I barked a laugh. “I don’t think that’s an actual cause of death,” I said with a chortle, but heeded her warning, sliding from the bed to rifle through a drawer. Objective acquired, I returned to kneel before her and rolled the condom on, noting the copious pre-cum already weeping down the length of my cock. Orcs required special condoms with larger reservoirs due to the amount of semen we produced, and I adjusted mine carefully.
Solandis grinned widely, baring her slit to me with her fingers, her face alight with seductive pleasure and need. My cock had never ached so badly in my life. When I pressed the fat tip into her opening, she squirmed, pulling her knees up higher and smiling through a breathy moan.
I wasn’t ready to let this moment go, pressing and pushing through her folds until I lined up the tip of my cock against her swollen clit and I could rut against her open thighs. Solandis bucked and whimpered, arching so her gorgeous tits bounced against every thrust, and white-hot lust curled through my brain.
I was fascinated by her sweet smile, and even more so by the hungry way she watched me as she slid a hand to her own breast, massaging it and playing with the tip. She clutched at her hair with her other hand, squirming in my pile of blankets. There was nothing shy or embarrassed about the way she spread her thighs further for me, widening her opening in explicit invitation and welcome.
My breath sawed out of me, hot need sparking down my spine in throbbing bursts as I finally gave in to her begging moans, pressing into the slick, molten slit between her thighs. She rocked against me, impaling herself on me as she guided me deeper, her mouth dropping open as I filled her. Tight, wet heat welcomed me as I petted and caressed her backside and thighs, and she whimpered, soft and pliant and needy.
My thoughts turned claiming and possessive as her pussy locked down on my cock.I’m going to marry this woman and make her mine. We are going to do this a thousand times until I know every breath, every tremble, every sigh.Solandis owns my heart,I acknowledged as I lunged over her, driving my cock in to the hilt as she keened and cried out. I’d thought I wanted her before, but it was nothing—nothing—compared to this. I drove into her harder, rolling and snapping my hips against her pelvis as she gasped and choked on her pleasure.
Her legs locked around my ass as she came, her muscles clenching with the force of her orgasm, her tiny nails digging into my back. I drilled into her as she rode it out, focusing on the feeling of her muscles fluttering and gripping at my cock. I gave her a few breaths to rest as she calmed, loose and pliant in my arms.
Then I thrust into her in earnest.
Solandis’s squeal as I ground against her clit shot straight to my cock, and I flinched when she bit down gently on my chest. I would have loved to kiss her mouth, but I settled for hunching to press a kiss to the top of her head. She must have sensed that I was considering rolling her on top of me because she gripped me hard, clinging to me and keeping me in my hunched position. “Don’t move,” she choked out, sounding startled. “Just like that!”
I chuckled at the shocked look on her face, the sound as devious and wicked as I’ve ever heard it, feeling her sex clench and release as I pushed her to a second orgasm. Her mouth was hanging open as her hips ground against mine, questing, desperately searching for her release.
I snarled, letting out a deep, rumbling, rattling growl, an instinctive noise orcs are only capable of making during intense mating or battle, a sound on par with a predatory cat’s roar, used to broadcast that this was my mate and my territory and that I would absolutely destroy anyone who disturbed us as my cock rammed deep into the tight clutch of her hot sex.
Sharp, desperate thrusts punctuated my movements, and I felt like I was doing my level best to dick her right through the mattress. I was quickly losing control as she keened against my chest, scrabbling against me with her nails, her body locking up again with release. Her channel milked my cock, needy and demanding my own orgasm, wrenching it from me as my balls drew up tight and the deep, rattling base of my growl turned into a roar of release. Her own orgasm still had her clutched in its grip, and her blissed out expression was forever burned in my mind.
The future flashed before my eyes. Lazy Sunday afternoons doing exactly what we were currently doing, over and over again. Weeknights spent debating over which of her garden produce would go best in my dishes. Cooking together every night until I could scrape together enough capital to open my own bar, then begging her to supply my kitchens. Learning about gardening and forestry and listening to her gush about mushrooms and ferns. Finding the perfect little house in the suburbs with a sunny front garden and a shady back yard and building all the raised beds she could ever want.I’m going to marry this woman,I repeated to myself.
Solandis didn’t know it yet, but she was mine, and I was hers.
Epilogue
*Solandis*
I’ve spent more nights over the past seven months at Hyrak’s place than I have at the dorms.
After the first—and majorly delayed—dinner we shared that night, my face has been nearly permanently wreathed in a satisfied grin. Shared dinners and a shared bed quickly became a regular thing, and I find myself pining for him whenever we have classes. It’s kind of pathetic, and I love it. A few weeks ago, I stayed in my old room for a few nights after my roommate had a bad breakup and needed some company, but if I’m honest with myself I was pretty miserable and missed my big orc more than I care to admit.
I’ve discovered that he’s particular and fussy about his food, and the hungrier he is the more he nitpicks the way it’s displayed. I smile over my shoulder at him as he grumbles at a plate of grilled asparagus. He’s on his patio, wanting to get the accompanying drizzlejustright. He’s always a little dramatic about wanting to make sure I’m fed well and only presented with hisbestwork, but tonight he’s been more exacting than even his usual standards call for. It’s a little odd since it’s just the two of us.
Usually on the weekends, he likes to host our friends, mixing new cocktails for his classmates or a piña colada for Alistair. What started out as a grudging acceptance between my best friend and my boyfriend has slowly blossomed into the weirdest bromance I could have ever imagined. My mothman friend has always been obsessed with niche heirloom fruit varieties, and Hyrak’s delight with trying all the new varieties that Alistair shares with me pleased my old friend to no end. They bonded over oddly shaped apples.
I shift my focus to the little low-fae clustered in front of me as I chuckle at the memory. Their little family group has multiplied, and I note with no small horror that one of the littlest ones has a bird feather hanging out of its tiny mouth. I quickly snatch it and flick it away. “Don’t eat the birds!” I hiss under my breath, hoping Hyrak doesn’t hear. He’s always commenting on how adorable the little ground finches are.
Mushroom sentinels protect an area from surges in environmental magic that might harm its residents, but they’ve been known to run off mice or other small animals that might prey on local flora. Sometimes, if there are enough of them, there are stories of them protecting an area against even larger disturbances such as banshees. But they also have a taste for ground birds.
Unfortunately, my area of study is far more mundane than all this. I’m focusing on how they facilitate better transmission of water and nutrients between trees, how they seem to make their entire area stronger, just like their non-magical mushroom brethren. They’ve certainly done that here, and the ferns and trees echo my magic strongly when I direct a bit of it into them.
Something else echoes my magic a little strangely, I notice, and I search among my little sentinels until I find one of the larger ones in the back hiding something shiny behind it. “What do you have there?” I ask, but it simply blinks its beady black eyes at me before sliding a metal ring around itself and holding it up for my appraisal.
I hold my hand out, because this is the strangest thing—why would a mushroom sentinel have a ring—and it drops the bejeweled ring onto my fingers. It’s stunning, I realize, as I hold it up to get a better look. Precious metal arcs in a loop to form the ring, and then twists and curves around a lovely green and white stone in a way that vaguely reminds me of gnarled tree roots. Further spirals hold tiny brown stones, and both they and the larger green one seem to echoand amplifymy own magic. I gasp as the sunlight catches the center stone and flares against my fingers.
A soft sound behind me catches my attention—Hyrak clearing his throat—and I turn to find him down on one knee, gazing at me with hawklike interest. His handsome gaze is scrutinizing every detail, while somehow still managing to sparkle with delight, and my brain just... stops.
“Solandis.”
I shiver at the intensity in the way he says my name. I’m so lost in this man. The way he examines the little details of everything he cares about. The way he meticulously lays out each step in his future plans to start his own pub someday. The way he practically purrs when I brush his hair out before we fall into bed at night. The way he kisses my forehead each morning as we go our separate ways for class.
