The Half-Orc’s Maiden Bride – Aspect and Anchor Read Online Ruby Dixon

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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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But…without clothes on? I purse my lips, because I'd never considered that a husband would see me naked. Of course he would. It's foolish of me to assume otherwise. I assume he would have to see under my skirts at any point for…reasons. I'm not sure what those reasons are just yet, but perhaps to put a baby there. Thoughts of babies make me pause. "If I see you naked, is it going to make me pregnant?"

Agakor's big hand goes to his brow. "Ah, lady. They've done you dirty, keeping you so innocent. No, I can't make you pregnant just with you looking. I assure you of that. I'd have to put my cock inside you to make you pregnant."

I want to ask where inside me, but of course I know that answer. And of course he can't make me pregnant simply by looking at me. That's not how the horses in the stable are bred either. My face flames. "I know that. I-I'm just flustered."

He grunts, his hand going to his belt. His dark eyes rest on me. "Did you want to see? Or is it too much for you? There is no pressure either way. I'm simply offering to ease your curiosity."

Do I want to see? I really do, if nothing else to answer questions I've had in the past. He has to put his cock inside me—as he says—to get me pregnant, so I'm curious what it will look like. I try to picture horse cocks, but I don't think I've paid that much attention to the underside of my father's horses, just that they mount the females and then I get hurried inside by someone because I need to protect my “maiden eyes.” And now this orc—half-orc, I correct myself—is offering to undress just to satisfy my curiosity.

It feels like a trap. "Are you…trying to get out of marrying me?"

"Absolutely not." Agakor looks quite serious.

"Is this an attempt to see what's under my skirts before we marry?" He shakes his head, and his face looks trustworthy, oddly enough. One last question, then. "Are you going to tell my father if I say yes?"

"Lady, if there is anything that passes between us, it shall remain between us," he promises.

I bite my lip. "Then…I wish to see. And please call me Iolanthe if we are to marry."

My face feels like it's on fire, and part of me still waits for him to mock me, or tease that I want to take a look at his cock like some sort of shameless wanton. Orc cock, no less. My sisters would be appalled at my request, but…my choices are either spinsterhood and under Father's thumb forever, or marriage to this man. And when he smiles at me, that dimple showing in his odd green cheek, I feel flustered, but it's a good sort of flustered, not a bad one.

He doesn't mock me. In fact, he takes his belt, undoes it, and drops his pants, making good on his word.

CHAPTER 5

AGAKOR

I thought that when I approached Lord Purnav about marrying his spinster daughter that she'd be someone I'd have to endure. Even a half-orc has standards, after all. I thought she'd be like him, unpleasant to look at and even less pleasant to speak to. I thought a lord's gently bred daughter would sneer at me and be someone I'd have to put up with to get an indisputable claim to my land, and later, an heir.

But Iolanthe is a revelation. Her beautiful, dark eyes watch me undress with eagerness. Her soft skin begs to be touched, and she looks…excited. She is beyond innocent if our conversation is to be believed, but there's no fear in her eyes, and this is the same female that begged me earlier to marry her, and that worried her father had oversold her value as a bride. To say that I am pleased with her is an understatement.

And when I reveal my cock to her, the startled gasp she makes is gratifying.

One hand flies to her wide-open mouth and her gaze flicks up to mine. "It's so…big!"

A gratifying thing to hear from one's bride-to-be. I ease my length out of my pants to make sure she can see the full package, the thick, veined shaft, tapered head, and my heavy sac. It's a deeper shade than the rest of my muted green skin, but I like to think it's a pleasant cock. The tavern wenches I've lain with in the past had no complaints, after all. Maybe it's not as big as some I've seen, but it's plenty for a human woman and Iolanthe's shock is doing wonders for my ego. It takes everything I have to resist the urge to stroke it in front of her fascinated eyes. "I am a big male. It stands to reason I should have a big cock."



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