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Alyra Grey
Two orcs, one forbidden night, and a human who’s about to be anything but meek.
Lara
I’m gripping the broom too tight, trying to ignore how Ragar’s eyes follow every move I make. The creak of the mill’s door closing sends a shiver down my spine as Grom steps closer. My cheeks burn, but I don’t look away. I want their large hands on me, want to feel what happens when I stop pretending to be so good.
Grom
She’s all soft curves and nervour glances, that smudge of flour on her sheek begging to be wiped away by my thumb. Lara thinks she’s hidden her stares, but I’ve caught every one. I want to hear her whimper my name while I claim her body.
Ragar
Her gasps when I step near are driving me wild, that flour smudged dress hugging her thighs like it’s begging to be ripped off. I want to bury myself in her and make sure she knows no human villager could ever compare to us.
