XXIII. why do stars fall from the sky/every time you walk by/just like me they long to be/close to you
Within the next month Bolg's strength was growing, with Calla standing aside often by Yazneg, and her short quick smacks on his bottom when he did something wrong – his training was progressing at a wonderful rate. Many a time Azog would stand behind her, sometimes unnoticed, watching her as she watched Bolg; and it pleased him to not only to see the warrior his son would become but to see how proud she was when he struck his target as he was told. On the times she knew he was behind her he would touch her softly, his hands running along her sides and up into her hair where he would tug it so she'd look up at him. And on those times they often returned to the tent, and their delighted sounds were heard by those closest; but those times were few for Azog was busy preparing for them to move back to the forest for the winter which was now steadily coming closer though it still had two months.
Many nights Calla slept with only Daisy at her side, Azog with a team of orcs as they built up their supplies by raiding villages for the harsh winter they knew would come. It was on those nights to them both their love for the other was known the most, for they laid at night with an ache in their chests to be together once more with their warm naked bodies wrapped around each other. Over two weeks he was away from her once, their numbers split in half – half to build their stock and the other half to prepare to leave – and they felt nearly every hour they were parted as though they could not breathe if the other's heart did not beat near their own.
She had waited impatiently, restless and fidgety, so much so she made Daisy anxious as well. Calla would toss and turn unable to find rest when she was so cold without his warmth, go about her day as though it would never end but no peace found in her rest because sleep did not come often, and not even watching Bolg cleared her mind when all seeing him did was remind her Azog. She felt a lovesick fool, pathetic and weak at how desperate and needy she was to have him with her that she could barely stand to go through day after day without him.
Fourteen days, a number of hours and minutes and seconds she could have counted that was how great she felt them passing; what was only a short two weeks felt years to her. And it was not until late at night when dawn was mere hours away, not until sleep had come at last as a short mindless reprieve, that a hand on her back woke her. And it was turning on her side and looking up at the dark silhouette of Azog, just barely seeing his eyes when he leaned over her, that she saw he had missed her just as greatly. With a sigh she grabbed his face and pulled him to her, his weight warm and heavy on top of her as they laid breathing together. Oh how he wanted her, feeling her breasts firm against his chest as she breathed deeply, feeling her lips brushing against his as they gasped for air they could just now breathe, he wanted her. Slow and deep, his body burning with the flames of his desire, her moans drowning his ears and her legs wrapped tight around him quivering with need.
"We are leaving," he said quietly, reluctantly and seeing the unhappiness in her eyes as well.
She had been imagining what he had, allowing herself to want him with a sharp ache that now grew as she was faced with waiting. "Right this moment?" she asked nearly breathless and she could see in his eyes he didn't want to more than she did. And so he stood pulling her along with him, holding her small body to him, his hands clenching the back of her dress in his fists as though he'd tear it off her – and he greatly wanted to – and then they stepped out of the tent.
They rode through the day, Calla atop Daisy and Azog on a new warg the color of dirt. He often watched her, taking in the way her breasts bounced as Daisy ran, finding the more he was faced with her and not able to have her the stronger his desire grew. By nightfall it was unbearable, and knowing she would not let him touch her unless they were in the tent made it only worse. He no longer wanted to lay with her, he needed to.
"What are you doing?" she asked him softly, pulling his hand from her legs and righting her dress over them again.
He yanked her closer and rolled so she was half underneath him, pressing his hardened flesh against her hip so she'd know he needed her. But it was as though it did not matter for she still refused. "Please," he begged softly in her ear, his hand holding her waist firmly as he fought not to force her.
"Azog," she whispered, still refusing though her own want was clear in her eyes. She pressed her lips together to keep from speaking when he rolled away from her, knowing she would tell him nothing more than no and her voice would hold little kindness. In all truth she wanted to say yes, so much in that moment at seeing how desperate he was for her – something that always left her more aroused than anything, to know he desired her and that it pained him how strong his need for her was. But there was no tent to hide them, no walls no matter how thin to make her feel less exposed, and so she said nothing to lessen his anger or their lust.
It seemed even her own mind was against her for she dreamed of his hands on her, pulling the front of her dress open and pinching her hardened nipples until she squirmed, and then she dreamed of his mouth on them; his warm tongue caressing her puckering skin causing a heat to flood between her legs. It was not until she woke and her mind slammed into focus from the chilled air on her skin, that she realized she hadn't been dreaming. The night was cold enough that she and Azog had slept beneath a warg pelt, but it was cast carelessly aside and she was sprawled on her back with the laces of her dress untied and her breasts exposed to the thousands of eyes of the stars above her.
Her lips parted as though to moan but she stayed silent, doing nothing more than breathing as she tried to stay quiet while Azog's teeth bit into her breast as he sucked hard on a nipple; feeling his lips quirk when her back arched knowing she was now awake. She continued to lay staring at the twinkling lights glaring, holding her breath when she felt a moan in her throat, and breathing deeply when it passed.
"Azog," she whispered, pulling his head up to hers. He smiled devilishly down at her before pulling her dress up, spreading her legs around him and watching lust flood her eyes as he settled against her. She had missed him, every inch of her that had craved him now buzzed with the need for him on her – in her. Her breasts, which had gone untouched for two weeks, throbbed and burned in the sweetest of pains from how they'd missed his touch, his mouth. And she had missed feeling his weight between her legs, could feel her body was searching for him. "We can't," she told him in the end, hearing the snores of the others around them as they slept; knowing it would not take much to wake them. She felt him sliding down her body and she grabbed his shoulders. "I said no," she whispered, her firmness evident still in her voice, as well as the tremor of giving in that he knew so well.
He moved so he was staring down at her, his eyes hot as he gave her a hard look. "I will have you begging me like a whore in front of them all if you continue to refuse," he warned softly as he stroked her cheek, seeing the surprise in her eyes. Her neck arched as he raked his teeth along her throat, feeling her breasts pushing more against him as her breathing deepened, seeing from her closed eyes that though she said no she did not mean it. He waited until she looked at him again, her eyes blazing with yearning, before he continued. "If you don't want them to see, then don't let them know."
Her heart was racing as he moved down her body knowing what he would do, and that it was all well and good to tell her to be quiet but actually making no sound was another matter she could not do. She shivered when the wind licked her moist breasts, as its chilled bite caressed her spread legs; it was like a cold knife through her from how wet she was, and she grit her teeth at the feeling of his warm tongue. All the will in the world could not have kept her silent, though he was nipping and sucking and loving in all the ways he knew made her moan the loudest. She nearly choked at the feel of his his tongue inside her, dragging along her walls as he sucked, a moan ripping from her throat when his teeth dug into her bud. He began moving his mouth as though he were thrusting, her moans sounding louder and more frequent unable to be stifled as he tortured her cruelly; and she was left gasping as he pulled away before she found her release, reality falling around her as she realized she had been anything but quiet. Azog moved up her body and stared into her wide eyes, seeing the shock mingling with her desire. "Do you see the stars?" he asked her softly, bending his neck uncomfortably so he could whisper in her ear.
Calla looked up to see them twinkling against the dark sky. "Yes," she answered breathlessly, feeling him pulling her legs up his sides as he entered her, making her back arch as heat flared through her.
He thrust slowly in her. "Do you see them shining?" he asked her as he continued to move, seeing her brows crease every time he entered her, her moans a soft mewling.
"They look like they're glaring," she said as she stared up at them, seeing them flare and then dim only to come back to watch her again, feeling eyes all over her.
Azog tsked and shook his head, pushing hard against her and watching her eyes close as her head fall back at the feel of him deeper in her; seeing from her face and feeling from her tightening walls that she was standing on the edge. "They are jealous," he told her, running a thumb over a hardened nipple and pinching it.
She was finding it harder to breathe, her heart pounding in her chest threatening to burst as she stayed with her body buzzing and twitching as she slowly found a release with each agonizingly slow thrust. "Of what?" she asked moaning, her back arching the harder his fingers clenched around her nipple.
He released his hold on her breast and smoothed her hair, watching as she turned her head and kissed his palm. "Of me," he answered, feeling her lips drag across his skin as she turned to look at him with half aware eyes – a boiling between her legs as her finish stayed where it was, him having pulled out and leaving her empty. "They long to be apart of you," he said entering her slowly before pulling out. "To kiss your breasts," he said thrusting in her only enough to push her further, but not over the edge, seeing in her eyes and hearing in her groan she was in agony waiting so close. "To taste you, to be inside you." He clenched his jaw as he forced himself to pull out, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in her and come; but he waited, seeing in her dark lust-filled eyes she was hanging on his every word. "You," he said pulling her hips onto his making her eyes roll back as she stepped over the edge, "are more beautiful than them." He thrusted deep as she writhed beneath him, moaning as she came, her hands around his waist pulling him closer as she arched into him. He followed suit a short while after she stilled and he rested his forehead over hers as he caught his breath.
She looked up at him with content, tired eyes. "I missed you," she told him softly making him smile.
His only answer was to press his mouth against hers, a gentle sweet kiss that spoke of his love more than any words ever could. And he loved her greatly.
the song is Close To You by the Carpenters - however, I've only heard the version from the movie MirrorMask, and I don't know who sang that.
So I left out the orcs completely from the sex scene, cause I was gonna write them after but then I started and it was just weird and awkward feeling. So I'll let you guys imagine that part, cause they were amazed at seeing her being pleased in such a manner, and just that she was being pleased in the first place. And though this chapter may not seem like much, it's actually very important. Cause seeing that Azog pleases her, and not just that but that he specifically does things she enjoys and do nothing for him - it just shows the orcs that he truly does care for her, and makes her even more of an "orc queen" if you will. It also shows that they have come to really love each other: cause Calla missed him so much, and he missed her too, and the way he spoke to her while he was making love to her. It was all to show that he just loves her.