Chapter 100: Chaise

I had seen way more bits and bobs of people's body parts than was necessary. After the first three, I grew kind of numb to it. At first, I was just embarrassed to be sitting there watching them. Then, I was kind of horny. But even that wore off after a while. Now it was similar to Kira's memories of watching the cows out in the pasture. It was just sort of nature, and you just let it be. The crystals made a huge difference. I didn't feel like I was buzzing with energy and exhausted. Instead, I was just exhausted.
I fell back in the chaise. Liam gave me a sideways glance, crossed his arms, and leaned back against the backboard on booth part of the weirdly shaped chaise. He hadn't said a word to me all night. I still couldn't figure out if he was pissed or not talking to me because the music was too loud.
It was getting near closing time, and the music's volume was slowly going down every few minutes to match the mood in the bar. The ravers looked tired out. Only five of them still bounced on the dancefloor. The rest had either moved on for the night or retired to the booths for quieter activities. The music had calmed down enough to hold a conversation without shouting.
"Liam?" I asked.
He tilted his head to me.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked.
He growled.
I slid my finger up and down his thigh. He flattened it with his hand.
"Is this because of what those orc girls said? That being with me makes you weak. Am I ruining your reputation?"
"They only said that to get a rise out of me. It was foreplay."
I stood up and leaned my butt on the table so I could see his face. "So, what is the matter?"
He looked at me first by staring at my exposed knees and slowly working his way up. I could feel him taking in every inch of me and my black dress.
"You."
"I get that. But how? How can I make this better?"
"I can't... I don't want to..." He held his hands out like he was trying to smack them together then let them drop. His eyes drifted off. "I don't think you can. It's my problem."
I leaned forward in front of him, trying to get in his face. "You can tell me. I promise, I won't judge. You can even be mean to me if you want. If that will fix this."
"I don't want to be mean to you, that's the problem."
My brow furrowed. "Well, you can be nice to me, too." I tried to give him a dazzling smile. By the look on his face, it fell short.
"That is also the problem."
"I don't think I'm getting it here. What about me exactly is the problem?"
"You're human."
"And orcs and humans can't have sex?"
"Orcs don't have mates. We have sex. That's it. Done. We see, we fuck, we leave. Done."
"Okay. Humans can be like that, too, I guess. We're not that different."
He shook his head, frustrated with me. "I don't want that."
"Oh, okay. Well, friends is good. Would you like to go get some tater tots with me? We could do French-."
He grasped my hips and looked me in the eye. "Kira, I don't want to be friends."
I dropped my eyes. "Oh. Okay."
He growled. "What I mean is, I want to have sex with only you, and I don't want to share. I can't even get it up for those other women."
I lifted my eyes. "Oh. Oh! Wait, why do you still look sad? What's the problem?"
His fingers fell to his lap. "You're a human. You're soft. You get hurt easily. I can't even kiss you." He leaned back against the backrest, looking defeated. "I can't give you what you need."
I climbed on to his lap, so I was straddling his legs. My hands came up to his jaw, and I looked down into his closed eyes. "I think you're thinking about this too much."
My thumbs stroked his bottom tusks. I pressed my lips to his right between them. I kissed him again and again then sucked his lower lip into mine. He held very still, but his hands came up to my hips again. I bit at his upper lip, trying to get him to relax, then pressed my tongue into his mouth. I ran my tongue over his pointed teeth. They were sharp, but not razor sharp.
I pushed my tongue in deeper and ran it over his. A small growl rumbled in his throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body closer. My tongue swished over his moving back and forth, trying to get him to play with me. He finally moved, tentatively at first, but when he realized he wasn't going to hurt me, with more confidence.
I could feel his skin getting warmer beneath my fingers. His hand pulled the shoulder strap at my dress, then pushed up under my bra until his thumb brushed my nipple. That little bit of pleasure and all the pent up agitation from watching my clients had liquid soaking my panties. He sniffed the air and growled. His kisses drew deeper and more demanding. He pulled me down against him, moving me over his erection. It pressed over my clit, making me leak even more. His free hand slid up my thigh as we kissed. He tucked his fingers into my panties. I felt him start to pull.
I stopped and pulled back. "Don't rip these. Cherry just bought me a bunch of nice stuff."
He growled. "Cherry can buy you more."
I stayed his hand. "Please?"
He narrowed his eyes at me. I leaned in and kissed his lips as he watched me. I trailed the kisses down his jaw to his neck then bit him hard. He groaned. His hand tightened around my breast as I sucked and pulled at his skin. My hands slipped down to his leather pants and undid the button and zipper.
His mouth found mine again. He kissed me hard. At times his pointed teeth nicked the edges of my lips. I pushed my magic up to shield me. I worked at his erection, feeling all the ridges. I slid lower, cupping his balls with one hand. It was the only part of him that was soft. He growled in my mouth as I squeezed and rolled them in my hand. He hardened even further. I could almost feel his arousal like an aura coming off of him. Maybe that was part of my power.
My dress fell unzipped about my legs. My bra had disappeared. He stroked my breast with his thumbs. I slid my hand up his hard cock. The ridges were thick and solid beneath soft velvety skin. A bead a precum dripped down my hand as I stroked him. He stopped kissing me. A groan escaped him, bringing a smile to my lips. The way his face contorted in pleasure was an orgasm in itself.
He opened his eyes and saw me watching him. He flipped me around and bent me over the table. My panties disappeared with a rip. He slid his thick cock inside me. He was faster this time, but slow enough it didn't hurt. His hand reached around to my breasts and cupped them as he set up a pace. I could feel his rigid cock moving inside me hard and fast. Pleasure built with each thrust until I was over the edge. I moaned. I didn't even care that there were people on the other side of the curtain, or down on the dancefloor. If anyone looked, they deserved what they saw.
His fingers danced circles around my nipples. His teeth grazed my shoulder as he attempted a kiss, which turned into more of a light nip. Inside I could feel the pressure building. My hot liquid gushed between my legs as I reached my first climax. After a few more thrusts, I was climbing higher. Another moan escaped my lips. His hands grasped my hips as he pushed harder and faster, building his own climax.
I could feel him thicken inside me. He let out a groan. I used my power to pull him over the edge, pulling energy directly from where he was inside me. He filled me with his climax, growling deeply. The pressure of his cum triggered an even higher orgasm inside me until I felt like I would melt into a puddle on the table.
The wave of pleasures ebbed, and then I did finally relax. He held me against him while the last of his orgasm waned. He turned my head with a finger and kissed me again. He slid my dress back up over my shoulder, taking one more chance to touch my breasts before he covered them up then eased out of me. Liquid dripped down my thighs. He handed me some tissues from some hidey-hole in the chaise, then sat.
I cleaned myself up then snuggled in next to him. He wrapped an arm around my side and held me close. I leaned my head on his shoulder, completely content. I was much happier when he wasn't mad at me.