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F!Orc!Chief/F!Orc!Wives “A Stronger Hold” (5a/9a)

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: Some fireworks for your New Years Eve.

That seemed all that it took, as Durash found herself abruptly clinging to Kharzu for other reasons as the larger woman carried her over to the bed. It wasn’t large, but it was plenty big enough when Kharzu was on top of her, Hands drifting to the closures on her tunic. Durash tried to help, only to have Kharzu quite firmly knock her hands away from where she was at work.

“None of that. You have been a terrible tease Durash. So lie back, because I like to take my time opening my presents.”

Durash wanted to say something. About being a warrior, or about being chief. But all she could manage with Kharzu’s experienced hands on her was a muffled bout of whimpers. The chief moaned as Kharzu lingered over every inch of her.

As she worked on the ties at Durash’s throat they kissed, the forgewoman’s mouth dominating her own briefly before she moved that mouth to peruse her jaw. When those lips brushed over the sensitive tips of her ear she thought she’d reached Oblivion. Careful tusks nipped at their fine points before they were sucked into a vigorous mouth and the chief thought the points had to be directly connected with her clit.

Kharzu wasn’t done yet though, as her mouth migrated down to Durash’s throat, licking and sucking the sensitive territory. All the time her hands were not idle. She’d removed Durash’s tunic and her own somehow and now they were pressed even more tightly together. The chief found her hands guided to a set of ample breasts, and she eagerly caressed over the offering even as strong hands perused her own.

An expert flick over the erected nubs on her chest made her arch, and she tried to duplicate it with Kharzu’s dark nipples. At the very least she felt a breath hitch against her throat, and it encouraged her to try again, rolling the stiff points between her fingers until she felt the other woman brush a hot sex against her thigh.

The chief smiled, bringing her leg up to give her wife something to rub against, satisfied at how Kharzu had gone just a bit breathless against her throat. But the forgewoman wouldn’t be distracted for long, as soon she lifted up and away a bit, and Durash’s eyes went wide as she felt Kharzu’s hands go to the hem of her breeches.

Her forgewife’s grin was as dark and feral as she had ever seen it, and Durash already knew she would both love and hate what was going to happen next. Even though her thighs were shaking the chief let her wife begin to peel down the tight fitting leather. Now all she had to hide her was a scrap of underclothing, and it did very little to make her feel less naked when Kharzu put strong hands on her knees and brought her thighs apart so she could see her. It was almost worse than being nude when she looked down and saw the material soaked and near transparent with her moisture. Her wife could see the dark curls saturated with cream, and hot blush of folds flushed with arousal.

Though it seemed to please Kharzu, as one of those too knowing hands rubbed against her trembling inner thigh, her thumb brushing against hem of the soaked cotton fabric. That finger traced over the soft outline of her outer labia, moving over all of her delicate places and leaving Durash quivering beneath her.

Without warning Kharzu’s finger pressed between those saturated folds and under the hood, rolling the little treasure it found there. The thin veil of fabric was not enough to keep the chief from howling as her wife rubbed her good and hard in a firm circle, a hot mouth embracing the tender point of one nipple as finally the young chief came under her.

The smith didn’t let go, but stroked more gently as Durash’s body bucked with orgasm. Kharzu was dragging it out, toying with her carefully as she became intolerably sensitive for a few moments. Durash tried to whine, to get away, but Kharzu was having none of it, bringing her chief back to arousal after she’d finished before finally pulling away.