Chapter 285: Heat (NSFW)

Chapter 285: Heat (NSFW)

Urgent, passionate kissing was a little tricky when your woman had fangs. Or tusks. Or whatever the hell you called the big, sharp teeth jutting from an orc’s lower jaw.

Blake did his best.

Ilya was literally tearing at his recently made clothes, practically growling when she found his pants were held up with a belt. The metal buckle was obviously unfamiliar, and for a moment she pulled and fumbled at it without success.

“It’s the little pin thing. You’ll need to...”

Ilya snarled, produced a literal knife from somewhere under her dress, and cut the leather strap. Blake froze in surprise, until Ilya yanked down his pants and curled her hand around his hardening length.

She stared at it with a broad smile, then met his eyes like she’d just found a hidden treat.

“I wore my finest,” she said, looking upwards as if at her tiara, then gesturing at her robe and furs with her free hand. “I remember you liked taking a royal lady.”

“No,” Blake said, lust shooting through his body. “I liked watching a royal lady on her knees.”

“On my...oh.” Ilya tossed back her dark hair and dropped down, looking up at Blake as she stroked him. “And then?”

“And then I liked watching her pleasure me with her mouth. As commanded.”

“Yes, lord.” Ilya said with a little shudder, her eyelids drooping with lust then closing as she slipped Blake’s tip between her lips. She licked and took him slowly, then plunged him halfway into her mouth.

Blake let out a breath as the warmth and wetness consumed him. Ilya made a little groan of lust as she quickly started bobbing her head up and down his shaft. It was a sight Blake had desperately wanted to see again, but he wanted far more of her than that.

He inspected her clothes as she worked, smiling as he saw the obvious ties and straps. Without reaching down or stopping her, he used Telekinesis to start pulling her clothes apart.

Ilya made a surprised little ‘mmf’ when her robe slipped off, the ties on her leather cuirass coming apart at the same time as some sort of bustier beneath. Then her breasts were free and Blake cupped them greedily as she kept slurping him deeper.

He grabbed her arms and pulled her up, kissing her again as he dropped her pants with Telekinesis, leaving her in nothing but a loincloth. There was a bed near the fireplace, a few chairs and couches scattered around the room. But he looked again at the desk she’d been working on and walked them slowly over.

“Every time you sit at this desk I want you imagining me bending you over it.”

Ilya mumbled something incomprehensible, her face overwhelmed with lust. Blake fought the smile and turned her around, pulling the strip of fabric aside to show her swollen, perfect lips.

They were green like the rest of her on the outside, but with a very familiar, very erotic pink slightly deeper. He couldn’t help himself and dropped down to taste her, her whole body bucking as he ran his tongue up and down while he fingered her.

Ilya moaned and pushed back against his lips, and he couldn’t wait a second longer. He stood and slapped his huge length between her cheeks, sliding back and forth before lowering himself down.

He slid easily inside her very wet sex, groaning as she took him but squeezed as if barely able to restrain herself, tightening as she took in every considerable inch.

Blake just stayed still for a moment, happily buried in Ilya’s warmth. She leaned back and turned so he could kiss her, and for many long moments he just groped her incredible body, his tongue in her mouth, buried deep inside her.

“How can it fit so...perfectly?” Ilya whispered against his mouth. Blake knew what she meant. They were from different species, so it hardly made any sense. But he also didn’t care.

He finally starting moving, sliding back and forth and reveling in every noise Ilya made as he fucked her. Her eyes fluttered, and he turned her back around so he could bend her over the desk.

Flesh slapped against flesh as Ilya’s pert ass took his thrusts. Blake bounced against her, gripping and slapping her cheeks as he sped up the pounding. Ilya soon gripped the table and moaned.

When she came she practically crushed his cock. The grip of her walls was unbelievable, her strong body squeezing and trembling as a flood of wetness dripped down Blake’s shaft.

“We orcs are the same,” Ilya said, putting her head back on Blake’s chest. “I probably was the same. Until I met you. Now I understand, but, I’m still not sure I’d like to live with goblins.”

“You’re right to worry,” Blake said. “They’d kill us all and take the tower if they thought they could get away with it, I have little doubt.”

Ilya pulled up and stared at this, but Blake just grinned.

“Plenty of humans would, too. And you orcs are pretty ready to kill each other, so don’t act so surprised. We just killed most of them. Chased them from their home. Now I basically made them an offer they couldn’t refuse.”

Ilya sighed, and lay her head back down, stroking her fingers up Blake’s hip.

“Careful with that, my dear, or we’ll run out of time for questions.”

Ilya groaned and kept on touching.

“Don’t tease me,” she said. “I’m in heat. I can barely control myself.”

Blake practically choked on his spit.

“You’re...in heat?”

“Yes.” She furrowed her brow when she looked at him. “It starts around my age. I’ve little experience but my mother said it would come and go with the seasons. Human women are different?”

Blake nodded, not sure what to say. The very idea of it sent another warm wave of lust through his body, but he did his best to control himself. Questions first.

First he asked her about what had happened since he was gone.

Ilya told him the demon attacks were getting worse. That every tower had started gaining and placing ‘Soulguard’—which were apparently a special kind of warrior class made to fight things like demons—at the deeper places beneath the city.

“We’ve been forced to execute some workers and soldiers. The demons are whispering to us. Every day it gets worse and drives some mad. Even I have heard them, though for me the magic is pitifully weak. We have to do something. And quickly. Or more orcs will...well, we don’t even know exactly what they’ll do.”

Blake clenched his jaw. He had no idea how long his brother would be, or even if he and the other players would actually help the orcs. There was a very real possibility they wouldn’t want to, and Mason wouldn’t make them.

“We’re going to have to start dealing with it ourselves,” he said, and Ilya met his eyes.

“But...you only have three humans.”

Blake nodded, then gave her a grin.

“But we have an awful lot of goblins.”

Ilya cringed slightly, her mind obviously busy with having to convince the other orcs to let not just humans into their city, but now goblin wizards. And who knew what other problems he didn’t know about.

Blake rolled Ilya to her back, then slipped down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She gasped and clutched his hair, all trace of problems vanishing from her face.

Blake had no intention of wasting a night of Ilya being ‘in heat’.

And as her lover it was obviously his duty to keep her satisfied. He wasn’t exactly accustomed to being a gentleman. But it was the apocalypse, and Blake was trying to turn over a new leaf.

They could worry about their mutual problems in the morning...