Chapter 6: Lust

The silence grew deafeningly loud after his last words, but Rikke didn't need much time to ponder her next actions. We can't leave until morning anyways, Rikke thought to herself. This wouldn't affect the mission. With new determination, she pushed her bowl away, and walked around the table to where Marz sat. She pushed his bowl away and sat in his lap facing him. The legate took his face in her hands and kissed him, taking care to avoid cutting her lips on his tusks. Marz froze, but didn't pull away.

Rikke took advantage of the orc's cooperation to speak once more. 'You say all you have to offer is blood and lust, Marzuum Gro-Narzul," Rikke looked right into his eyes as she spoke. "I have seen your blood, now show me your lust."

A deep growl emanated from Marz' chest, and the orc lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again. When the kiss broke, he held her in one arm, and used the other to clear the table before laying her on it. "Are you sure?" He asked. Rikke's response was to remove her tunic, leaving her laying naked and vulnerable before the most perfect killing machine she had ever seen.

Marz reached down to his waist, and released the leather belt that held his fur armor to his body. Here in the torchlight, she could finally appreciate the orc in all of his glory. What she had dreamt, the night before had not been far from the truth, Marz was massive in all aspects. He leaned over, pressing his forehead to hers, and she kissed him, feeling herself grow wetter as she did. Their loins pressed together, and she couldn't help the involuntary movement of her hips that soon followed. Though she knew it would hurt initially, she needed him. Now. She reached down with her hand, grasping and guiding his member to its intended destination, and she gasped as he reached it.

She felt herself being stretched to the limit as he pushed himself slowly, further and further inside her. The sensation switched from pleasure to pain, back to pleasure, and then back to pain, over and over in a vicious, but thrilling cycle. Rikke dragged her nails across the orc's back as he continued deeper and deeper until finally, and not a moment too soon, Marz had pushed himself to the hilt. With nowhere else to go, Marz began to slowly withdraw before pushing himself in again.

Rikke felt waves of pain, and pleasure wash over as Marz thrusted in and out. Her breasts bounced with each of the orc's thrusts, and she saw his red eyes devouring the sight, driving his more primal urges. He gripped her by the waist so hard that she knew she would have bruises on her hips when they were done. Then he was lifting her up, careful to make sure that he stayed inside her while doing so, and–just like in Rikke's dream, began sliding her whole body up and down his shaft.

The sounds of Marz's growls, Rikke's moans, and a soft, wet squelching sound filled the room, every time the orc slid her downwards. He used her this way for several minutes, until she could no longer take it. With a loud scream, she gripped Marz tighter, and felt herself climax. The orc held her there for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath before placing her back on the table. He wasn't done with her yet.

Rikke felt her face flush, overwhelmed by the cacophony of sensations her body was experiencing. Marz was now thrusting into her so hard, that she was surprised the table hadn't broken yet. He held her by her knees now, and Rikke gripped the edge of the table, her ankles bounced off of his thick shoulders. She could already feel herself, close to climaxing again. She wasn't alone this time. Marz, changed his grip, grabbing the legate by her hips again. She heard his grunting gorwin more and more animalistic and knew the orc was close too, but before either of them could finish, the table broke with a loud crack and both nord, and orc fell to the ground.

Marz caught them by planting one palm on the ground before they landed, but that was all they needed. No sooner had Marz lowered them both to the floor than he gripped Rikke's waist so hard she worried he might crush her. She felt him thicken and grow even hard, and then felt release himself inside her. Her body responded by doing the same. She felt herself losing control again and not a moment had he finished before her mouth opened in a silent scream as she did as well.

Then the orc collapsed on her and she felt the air leave her body under the massive weight of his muscular frame, but she didn't care. She had faced death many times on the battlefield, and had always resolved to do so without fear. She did so once more, with the belief that dying this way might be far better than on the field of battle…

*

Clink clink

The sound of metal on stone woke Rikke from her slumber. She was still naked, but at some point in the night had been covered with a fur blanket. Her body ached from the night before, and she truly wondered if she would be able to walk so soon after. She could still feel a wetness between her legs, but was unsure if that was from herself, Marz, or both.

She looked towards the source of the sound, and saw Marz standing in the doorway with his axe drawn. His face was impassive. "Time to leave," he rumbled. The orc stood guard so she could use the river to bathe before leaving. It did indeed hurt to walk and although she noticed bruising along her arms and waist, she would not have said no if the orc had wanted her one more time. Duty must always come first, she thought with a sigh.

*

If she thought it had hurt to walk, it hurt even more to ride. In fact, the legate had been forced to pad the horse's saddle before the two left the Towers.The pair had traveled most of the remaining distance to Whiterun in silence as Rikke wrestled with her thoughts. The night she spent with Marz could never be forgotten, and she regretted not a single moment of it, but she did find herself wondering certain things. Things she wanted answered before she was caught up in her duties once more. "You said your people take multiple wives yes?" She asked before her courage deserted her. Marz nodded without looking at her. "Yes. It is customary for a chief to have multiple wives. Around four normally."

Rikke felt her breath catch slightly before she asked her next question. "Do you claim me as one of them?" She asked hesitantly, unsure of what she wanted to hear. Marz chuckled. "Do you want me to?" He asked. In the silence, Rikke found her answer. "No. My duty to the emperor is not yet fulfilled. Perhaps when my time is done… but for now, I am tasked with helping General Tullius keep Skyrim from falling to chaos. I cannot afford distractions… even one as, intoxicating as you." She added the last sentence to soothe the orc's ego, but he merely shrugged in response.

"I expected nothing less. My last mate, also had a duty to another. That is why I did not claim her either, though her passions were of equal strength as your own." Rikke was slightly annoyed by that last comment, but she realized the orc was simply honest. Too honest at times. "What will you do once you have your reward?" The legate asked. Marz shrugged again, "Don't know. Might stay a night. Buy supplies, there are not a lot of reasons for me to stay in human cities. I am no merchant."

Although Rikke had always valued her independence, there was one more question that nagged at her. "If our destinies did not have us on different paths, would you have claimed me as a wife?" This time Marz turned to face her. "There would be no greater honor than to claim you as such."