Chapter 84 Possible.

Ava swallowed the lump in her throat, her hands tight on her lap.

"Well," Ava said, trying, even as she felt the certainty it would be for naught. "I mean, I wouldn’t like to trouble you, my lady, but it’s just that I think goes a bit beyond Countess Vargaras suing me. She hired a vampire lawyer by the name of—"

"Riza von Lazarus, yes, I’m familiar," Lady Primrose said, motioning to her maid to bring over the serving tray. "Vampires are quite popular in the legal profession now. It seems their ruthlessness and thirst for blood makes them excellent lawyers."

"A little too ruthless," Ava said, noticing a slight change in Lady Primrose’s demeanor despite her practiced indifference. "My lawyer thinks she might kill me."

"Quite possible," Riza said, sipping her new cup of tea. "Which is another reason why I shall not be testifying on your behalf."

"But—"

"I am sorry, Ava. I really am. That is simply the way it must be. Now, would you like a scone with your tea? They’re kulaberry from the southern continent. You simply must try them."

Ava forced a smile as she took one of the dense triangular pastries in her hand and nibbled at the corner. The little red kulaberries were bursting with flavor, but it was hard for Ava to taste anything sweet with the bitterness of rejection so fresh.

The meeting did not progress much more than that, and soon, Thorag escorted Ava from the Solar. She could not help but notice a smoldering look pass between Thorag and the beautiful noblewoman. Lady Primrose admiring his impressive musculature and Thorag smirking, one hand on Ava’s hip, but his eyes burrowing into Lady Primrose’s heaving decolletage. Ava was surprised to feel a slight pang of jealousy.

"I had better be going, my lady," Ava said, pulling away from Thorag.

"Yes, stop by any time," Lady Primrose said, already turning her attention to a book spread on her lap. Thorag followed Ava out of the room. His hand was on her hip again the moment they were through the door. Moving to her peachy bottom as they went down the hall.

"Getting a bit familiar?" Ava said, glancing down at his arm, an uncharacteristically bitter tone in her voice. "Won’t your mistress be needing you?"

"Not for a while. She’s busy all morning having dresses modeled for her and picking out flower arrangements." Thorag sighed. "I’ll try and talk to her, Ava. Don’t know if it’ll do much good. But I’ll try."

Ava looked to the orc, unexpectedly touched. "You will?"

He chuckled, fondling her ass. "Least I could do after what you did for me."

"Thorag, that’s... thank you. I appreciate it."

"Do you?" The orc smirked. "Well, maybe we should have you prove it."

He drew Ava into a small private dining room, backing her against the marble topped table and knocking aside a place setting and candlestick as he lifted her bottom onto the edge.

Ava gasped softly as Thorag took her into his strong arms, stood between her parted knees, leaning down to kiss her. Any hint of jealousy or annoyance melted under the heat of that kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth. His hand thrust under her bodice. Cupping her breast. Thumb stroking her stiffening nipple.

"Mmmmmmmm," Ava moaned into his kiss, reaching up to stroke his shoulders. Caressed his head. Swirled her tongue against his in a torrid reply.

Their kiss broke and he slipped his hand out from beneath her bodice only to attack its laces. She gasped as he pulled her top open and her soft tits bounced free. His hands were on them in a moment. He leaned down to press kisses to her soft breasts. To lash his tongue against her heaving flesh.

"Fuck Ava, Lady Primrose’s nothing compared to you," he said, his lust rumbling as a growl in his throat. "I would never say it when she’s around, but when I am with her I think of you. Mmmmm. Your soft skin. Your tits. Your tight cunt. Mmmmm, Ava..."

His words dispelled the last traces of Ava’s jealousy. She cried out, throwing her legs around him, cradling him against her breasts as felt the bulge of his manhood press against her cunt.

Oh, but her trousers were in the way. She groaned with need as Thorag slurped lewdly at her nipple, but she had to push him away. Had to get up from the table to get her trousers off. The orc watched with amusement as she struggled out of the confines of her tight trousers and clinging panties.

"I remember this," Ava gasped between kisses as she rubbed Thorag’s straining cock in his pants. "Let’s have a look and see how he’s been."

She didn’t even bother unbuckling Thorag’s sword belt. She simply unbuttoned his trousers, reaching down the leg to fish out the thick, stiff length of his green cock.

She showered soft, wet kisses upon his blunt head. Curling a lock of blond hair behind her pointed ear as she looked up and fitted his cockhead between her pink lips. She tongued his oozing tip as she stretched her mouth around him. Thorag let out a deep, satisfied groan, threading his fingers into her curly hair.

Ava took him deeper, sliding most of the way down his length and taking him into her throat with practiced skill.

"Hrrr... That’s one thing I’ve been missing," he said, a slightly tusky grin spreading on his face. "These noble ladies barely want to put a cock in their mouth, let alone take it down their throat. Ohhhhh, but not you Ava. Ohhhh, that’s right. I can feel you swallowing around my prick."

"Nnngggnnkk," agreed Ava, tears welling in her eyes as he fucked her throat with several slow but serious thrusts. He pulled back, let her breathe, before thrusting back in and hilting his cock down her throat.

Ava wouldn’t have minded if he had cum that way, but the big orc had other ideas. He drew his cock from her mouth trailing saliva down her chin and onto Ava’s tits. He picked her up, turned her around, and pushed her over the side of the table.

"Need to feel that elf pussy," grunted Thorag, rubbing his fat tip at her silky cuntlips. Then he grabbed her slender waist and thrust into her hot honeypot, hilting inside her even more forcefully than he had hilted in her mouth.

"OooooooOOOOOoo!" Ava wailed, grabbing the sides of the table. He began to thrust, wobbling and then knocking over the unlit candelabrum on the table’s centerpiece.

Thorag’s savage grunting and Ava’s cries of pleasure were suddenly interrupted by a loud hammering on the door.

A snarling voice called out, "What’s going on in there!?"

"It’s Slade!" Ava gasped.

"We’re busy!" Thorag shouted.

This was not the answer Slade wanted to hear. He hammered the door, cracking its hinges. Another blow, and the door splintered inward.

Slade was already in the process of transforming into a wulfen as he saw Thorag bending Ava over the table and fucking her. His yellow eyes blazed with fury. Thorag reached for his sword, his cock still stuffed in Ava’s tight cunt. Slade drew back his claw to slash at Thorag.

"Wait!" Ava cried, stopping orc and beast. "There’s no... ah... no need to fight! There’s enough of me to share!"

Slade paused, and even Thorag stopped his thrusts into the elf’s hot cunt at that.

"Share?" Slade grunted, his lupine head cocked.

"With him?" Thorag said.