EXTRACT FOR
Taken By the Fae
(Alana Church)

"Do you not find me attractive, human?" Skrella's voice was harsh.



Toby's head jerked back. "No! I mean, yes! You're very attractive." With the orc-woman holding his attention, he could barely keep from staring at the proud outthrusts of her breasts, which tented her tunic in a very distracting matter. In his breeches, his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and he shifted uncomfortably. Skrella's legs were long and strong, corded with muscle under her skirt, which seemed to be a combination of furs sewn onto ragged chainmail. What would he see if she took it off?



"Then why do you look away? Am I too ugly to look at?" Hurt flickered across her face, so plain even he could see. "Would you prefer a simpering elf-maiden instead? One who would vomit at the thought of a mortal man despoiling her lily-fair flesh?"



"It's...I'm not..." He shook his head, realizing finally, for once and for all, that he was in a place where the old rules did not apply. And that he better learn the new ones pretty damn quick.



Show her, a voice seemed to whisper in his mind, softer than falling rain. Show her your desire.



So he took three quick steps across the clearing, captured the orc-woman' waist in his hands, and kissed her as he had never kissed another person in his entire life. She was as tall as he was, their faces on the same level. Groaning, he ground his erection into her body, prying her lips open with his tongue and plundering her mouth.



"Yes," Skrella growled, lust making her face harsh and feral. Her fingers shook as she pulled his tunic up over his head. "Good," she nodded as his chest came into view. "You're strong. But no scars. Not like a male orc. But you will get those over time." She ran a pointed nail over his skin. "Or I could give you one or two now. Females love seeing a man who has survived battle. Then they know he is no weakling."



"Maybe later," he gasped, his skin shivering with her dangerous caress. He ran his hands up her sides until he was cupping the large, heavy mounds of her breasts. So firm. So warm. Before he lost control entirely, he jerked his head at the tent. "Maybe we should go inside?"



"Why?" Skrella frowned. "Inside is for sleeping. Outside is for fucking."



"But...the rain..."



"The ground is soft, the night is warm. Will a little water make you melt, soft human? Like the wicked witches in your stories?" She leaned up, licking his mouth teasingly. "I want to see your manhood," she whispered in his ear. Warm, moist air, scented by rainfall, hit his skin as Skrella pushed his breeches down to his ankles. Awkwardly, he kicked his boots off, so he was completely naked.



Even in the firelight he could see the way her eyes dilated as she took him in. She sank to her knees, her hand cupping his scrotum. "So big," she whispered, rolling his balls in her fingers. "Are all the men of your kind like this?"



"Don't know." He gave a hysterical snicker. "I was never interested in them."



"And are you interested in me?" she asked.



"Gods, yes." He pulled her up, kissing her again. The feel of her breasts against his chest, soft and warm and firm at the same time, was driving him crazy. Her pebble-hard nipples dug into his skin, and when Skrella undid her skirt, rubbing her hot, slick cleft against his erection, he thought he would die of sheer pleasure.