Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
It occurred to me belatedly that I ought to be afraid—not just because he was so much bigger and stronger than me, but because I was in the home of a strange man. Or a strange Orc, I guess. But I didn’t feel the sense of threat I might have if I’d been with a human guy—I can’t explain why, I just knew that Tark wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe it was because he’d just spent almost forty-five minutes holding me gently against his chest and making sure I was okay—those weren’t the actions of a serial killer.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked me.
“Uh, sure—what do you have?” I said.
“Well, I think I have some wine. And some Pixie Punch. Or just water,” he offered.
“Water is fine,” I said. It seemed like the safest choice. I didn’t want to be drinking wine when I was about to go back to work and I had no idea what “Pixie Punch” was.
“I’ll go get it.” He got up again and then hesitated, clearly not wanting to leave me. Obviously he took his duty to watch over me very seriously.
“How about if I come with you?” I offered. “You can show me your kitchen—if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, you can have the tour. Come on, then.”
“Okay.” I started to slide off the couch—it was too high for me to get off normally. But Tark surprised me by reaching down and taking me by the waist to lift me down gently.
“Sorry,” he said as he set me down. “I should have asked first. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m fine. And I didn’t mind,” I said. And surprisingly, I didn’t. In fact, I kind of liked it. I had never dated a human guy who could pick me up like that or one who could make me feel dainty and petite just by standing beside me. Tark did both of those things easily—it made me like him even more.
“Oh, good,” he said, looking relieved. “Well come on, let me give you the tour.”
He took me through his whole house and I got to see his enormous dining room table and chairs as well as a bathroom with a toilet high enough that I would need a step ladder to get up on it. He also opened his bedroom door and I got a glimpse of where he slept—a bed that put any California King to shame.
“Wow—that’s big enough for eight people to sleep in!” I remarked.
Tark made a rumbling noise that I thought might be a laugh.
“Not if they’re my size! Though I could fit someone your size, I’m sure,” he remarked, giving me an appraising look with half-lidded eyes.
“Oh, well…” I began uncertainly.
“Sorry—did I offend you? I’m never sure with humans—your kind is really new to me,” he said.
“No, no—I just…I’m not going to sleep with you,” I said bluntly, not sure how else to put it. “We need to get that straight right now.”
“No, of course not,” he said, looking surprised. “I was just making a joke, that’s all. We barely fucking know each other and I haven’t even prepared you.”
“Prepared me?” I frowned uncertainly.
“You know—I haven’t kissed you, touched you…” He gave me another long look. “Tasted you.”
“Uh, tasted me?” I wondered uneasily if he meant that in a “grind your bones to make my bread” kind of way, like a giant in a fairytale.
“You know, I haven’t kissed and licked between your legs,” he said, as though it was obvious. “What do humans call it?”
“Oh, um…” I could feel my cheeks getting hot as I suddenly pictured him licking my pussy, which was suddenly feeling extremely hot and achy. “Going down, I guess?” I suggested, shifting and pressing my thighs together tightly.
“Now your face is getting red—that means you’re embarrassed, right?” he asked, frowning. “Did I say something humans consider rude?”
“Not exactly…” I cleared my throat. “It’s just that we humans don’t usually talk about, er, sexual things until we get to know someone really well.”
“Sorry!” He sighed and rubbed a hand over his bristly jaw. “Orcs talk about sex whenever and to whoever—it’s natural, you know? But I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I won’t say anything else like that.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Er, maybe we should just move on from the bedroom.”
“Good idea.” He swung the bedroom door shut so I couldn’t see the massive bed anymore and continued the tour. There wasn’t much else to see though, since the house was just one level, and we ended up in the kitchen.
Tark opened a massive refrigerator and I saw what looked like several take-out containers, lots of vegetables, a bottle of wine, and a jug with a stopper in it.
“Is that the, uh, Pixie Punch?” I asked, pointing to it.
“Yeah, but it’s pretty potent stuff,” he said, removing another pitcher—a clear glass one that was half full of water. “Don’t know why I offered it to you—it’d knock a tiny little thing like you on your ass.”