Ilya’s lips were thick and soft. She made a slight moaning sound and didn’t move as Blake came forward until her breasts squished against his chest. She pulled back for air with closed eyes, and Blake trailed kisses down her face to her neck as he ran his hands up her back.

Ilya moaned just at that, and Blake was getting harder by the second. He soon cupped her ass and moved his lips lower, making a path down her collarbone and shoulder to her full breasts.

She gripped his open shirt with both hands, and held her breath when he finally found her nipple. She shivered as he licked and sucked, so engrossed she clearly didn’t notice that he was pulling down her underwear.

He glanced down to see she was hairless, her sex the same as a human woman’s and swollen already. He ran his hand eagerly between her legs as he kept working her nipples, unable to help himself.

“Blake…” Her eyes were still closed as she covered his hand with hers, chest heaving with breaths. “I don’t know how humans…is it…the same?”

“Not sure. Don’t care,” Blake said, moving up to kiss her again. “I say we just…do whatever feels right.”

She opened her eyes and nodded, spreading her legs slightly and pushing on his hand. “I want to. To be with you. To please you. Very much.”

Blake practically shivered with lust. He buried a finger inside her as he watched her eyes, then put a thumb to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked as he fingered her, wetness soon coating his fingers.

“I’m pretty sure you’re going to,” he breathed hoarsely, exploring her and finding exactly what he’d expect from a human woman, if slightly larger. But then his size was often an issue.

"I'm...I'm ready for you now," she said, suddenly turning in his arms and going down to her hands and knees, lowering herself and sticking her ass up. For a moment Blake just stared in shock.

The view, of course, was amazing. But it had been so sudden and jarring he was pretty sure he'd just encountered a cultural sexual disconnect. It occurred to him that orcs might not exactly be the tender loving type.

Were she just another conquest, Blake might have been thrilled. But she wasn't. And he was pretty sure she was a virgin or else had very limited experience. He moved behind her as if to do what she expected, but instead trailed kisses up her ass and back.

She shivered, and he again reached between her legs, this time to play with what he hoped was her clit. She made little noises that told him he was on the right track, so he kept himself pressed against her as he worked, moving up to kiss her face as he stroked.

"What..." she said breathlessly, obviously confused, but also obviously enjoying herself. He pulled her up just to her knees, turning her head to kiss her lips as he kept going.

"Just go where I move you," he said, and she nodded as she gripped his thighs. He worked her slowly and gently, loving her sounds and increasing breaths as she closed her eyes and squirmed against his hand.

"I feel...I think...something's happening." She was writhing against him now and he loved every second of it. Her opening was soaked and making little sucking sounds as he fingered and rubbed, rubbed and fingered. Then she literally screamed, the sound echoing through their little cavern as she practically bucked him back.

Blake couldn't help but chuckle as she came down shaking, eyes fluttering as her body flushed and she sagged in his arms. After several long, very intimate seconds with his hand still inside her, her body wiggling against him, she licked her lips and opened her eyes.

"Was that...human magic?" she asked, so innocently he smiled.

"Maybe," he said, then slowly lay her down on her back. She was still flushed, amazing breasts and body on display, legs spreading instantly as he pulled them apart. She looked at his cock and bit her lip as he lined it up.

"I've never seen...I didn't know it could be done this way."

Blake grinned and took his time. He used his hard length to play and tease her opening, soon causing her to put her hands on her face as she trembled. Finally he pushed inside, and she took every inch of his very large member, feeling like a perfect fit around him. He lay on top of her and kissed her slowly, intimately as he kept still inside her.

"This is what you deserve," he said, pushing some of her dark hair away from her face. She stared up at him, looking between his eyes as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

"Please," she whispered, "take me. Mate with me.”

Blake didn't exactly need encouragement. Ilya felt amazing—the contrast of her strength and sometimes rough skin, to the warm, wet softness inside her, her lips and breasts and curves. He thrust slow and deep, watching the pleasure and need on her face as she watched him back. She wasn't just saying words. She wanted him, to please him, desperately.

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He wasn't sure any woman had ever looked at him like that, even Seul-ki. There was no guile, no ulterior motive, no social climbing or convenience. She had made the choice to be his, and was loving every moment of the reality.

He kissed her and touched every part he could as he kept a steady rhythm of pounding her into the furs. She was gripping his cock with an almost inhuman strength, squeezing so she felt so tight and hot he was struggling for the first time in years just not to physically lose control. Or maybe he just wanted to.

Ilya was staring into his eyes, as if not wanting to miss a moment of his pleasure. He wasn’t sure if that was orc women in general or just Ilya, but it didn’t make much difference, it was hot as hell.

She ran her hands through his hair, gripped his ass, touching him as much as he touched her. He twitched inside her as he started to lose control, and she felt it.

"Please," she kissed him fiercely, panting. "I want it inside. To feel your warmth in me."

Blake sped up and stopped fighting, letting his body open and flow. The tension and pressure squeezed up his balls instantly, his desire and lust for Ilya so natural his mind had stopped working entirely. She was practically sucking and squeezing it out of him, pulling him deeper as she kissed his neck.

He buried his hands in her dark hair as he came. Without a shred of reservation or self-consciousness, he just pounded into her wet, eager body, spraying into her again and again, his balls draining every drop deep into Ilya.

When he was finally done he collapsed on top of her, her hands still roaming his body like she couldn't get enough.

"You're so soft," she breathed, clutching him. "I can't stop touching you."

"I'm hard in a few places," he muttered into her neck, and she giggled.

"Mmm, yes you are."

She squeezed him with all her limbs as if to trap him inside, wrapping herself around him. He closed his eyes, no intention of moving, and after a very long day, slept in moments.

* * *

A wild animal attacked them in the night, growling and leaping through the dark before Blake's constructs caught and splattered it against the wall.

"Jesus Christ." He woke up in a hurry and stared at what looked like a badger from hell. Ilya was somewhat equally disturbed, and looked a little sheepish.

"I should have thought of that. There are some dangers down here." Then she frowned. "What's Jesus Christ?"

Her furs had slipped down around her waist, and she looked so cute and sex-ruffled Blake felt the tension drain as he laughed. He pushed her back down and started trailing kisses down her body, and the orc girl looked utterly shocked.

"You needn't, um, pleasure me until you're ready again in a few days!"

"A few days?" Blake looked at her, then took her hand and curled it around his hardening shaft. "At my age, and your hotness, darling, we're talking minutes."

She fondled him as if she'd forgotten what they were talking about, then shook her head. "That’s impossible. Human men must have countless wives."

Blake grimaced slightly at that. He had no idea what the future might hold, and he knew he might be about to ruin things, but didn't want to lie to Ilya even for a moment.

"I...do have a woman, back in my human town. I should have told you about her."

Ilya squinted, and if anything, stroked his cock faster.

"Good," she said, as if it turned her on. "My mate is desirable. I'm not surprised."

"Your mate, huh?" he said, the small concern he had vanishing and replaced with lust.

"Yes," she said, a little shyly, looking up at him. "I don't know if orcs and humans can..." she flushed a little. "But I would like to try."

"Then we'd better try the orc way, too," Blake said. "For science."

"For what?" Ilya squinted as Blake activated Telekinesis and spun Ilya around with a shriek. She adjusted quickly, arching her back like a damn gymnast, giving him a perfect view of her tight little ass and incredible pussy, and he played with both with his tip. As before Ilya clearly loved to be teased, opening for him instantly.

Then he took a handful of her hair and slapped her several times, hoping to give her the full orc experience. She was wet and wiggling by the time he pushed inside, this time moving up to jackhammer speed as soon as she was ready.

Then her ass was slapping and bouncing against him, her whole body pushing back to take him deeper and harder.

In control now after his first orgasm, he just kept fucking her, lost in the moment and not wanting it to end. She started making little moans every thrust, panting and pushing against him with her arms stretched forward, sweat beading on her skin.

Then she was crying out with abandon again, quivering on his cock and clamping down harder than any woman in his life.

He wanted to fill her in that moment, and let the pressure go. Then he was yanking on her hair as he exploded in her from behind, gripping her ass and pulling her back to cum deep inside.

When they finally lay down to their sides, Blake was still inside her, groping her tits as she pressed into his arms.

"I feel so...alive," Ilya said, putting her hands over his. "I can't believe...well, any of this. My life since...since I met you. I don't want it to end."

"Neither do I," Blake said, and meant.

She sighed and turned in his arms. "I'm your mate, now. You can have me whenever you wish, however you wish. We can't know how...if our plan will work."

Blake held the beautiful orc girl, knowing then she didn't expect to survive their encounter with Gromsh.

He supposed he didn't blame her. Normal people judged risk based on evidence, and everything in this tower was stacked against them. He'd had some setbacks, of course, but Blake's faith in himself, in his fortune and destiny, remained.

He just wished he could tell her, wished he could explain. He was going to win because he had things to do, because his ambitions were far grander than this tower. And though he knew that same grand destiny for him didn't protect her, he could keep her out of it, keep her safe until the end.

He stroked her cheek until she met his eyes, hoping she could see his unshakable belief, and find comfort.

"We have plenty of time," he said, and kissed her. "But don't worry. We'll 'mate' like we don't."

Ilya grinned, and squeezed him hard. He sighed and closed his eyes. A little more sleep, perhaps, before another round…