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Ivar’s eyes pop open comically wide. “What is Little Bride doing?”

“No idea,” I admit. “Real talk, I’m pretty much operating all on pheromones and vibes here. But main point…”

A wicked grin spreads across my face. “Emperor promised Little Bride some dynasty. So, in the words of the great Lower Realm bard Trick Daddy, let’s go!”

I expect another scandalized gasp to go up from the Orc Bridgerton crowd as I lean back on their Emperor’s chest and wantonly continue undulating my hips while looking him straight in his shocked golden eyes. But for once, they’re on my side.

“Dy-nas-ty! Dy-nas-ty! Dy-nas-ty!” The soft chant rises again, this time in perfect sync with my hip rolls.

That is until Ivar’s heavy right arm bars around my waist, forcing me to stop—right before he begins thrusting in earnest.

I moan, that wicked grin falling right off my face. The orgasm that was only buzzing before begins to crackle. And the Orc audience’s chant gets faster and louder as Ivar holds me down and claims me for filth.

He’s so hot, both literally and figuratively.

Beads of sweat roll down between my breasts as he hits a secret place inside of me that I used to think was a figment of romance authors’ imaginations.

“Emperor knew… Emperor knew, even before lifting Little Bride’s face.” Ivar’s gruff voice deepens along with his thrusts. “Emperor and Little Bride are star-fated.”

He brings his palm back to my face, once again blocking out the chanting crowd as he returns to the Common Tongue.

“Take your Emperor’s dynasty!” he commands softly. “Know that you are star-fated to rule by my side.”

He slams up into me one last time. His shaft surges so violently, I can feel the electric pulse before he releases inside of me, spewing so much of his “dynasty” that I can’t hold it all.

Our combined release fountains like a waterfall from the throne’s seat, making a strange metallic plinking sound when it hits the ground.

It’s too much!

So embarrassing.

Beyond bonkers.

I have never felt so ashamed in my life.

But that absolutely does not stop a third orgasm from erupting like a volcano inside of me.

My entire body liquefies. I can’t produce sound or thought. All I can do is quaver, my little pussy squeezing around his torpedo of a dick as the pleasure crashes through me.

“Emperor’s Bride is fully claimed!” the Orc priest announces to the crowd.

My head lolls on his chest. Like I’ve been drugged.

Maybe I have been.

“Does Orc dynasty have a drug-like effect on other species, too?”

“Not that I know of.…” He lets out another gravelly chuckle, then lifts me off his softening length with a tremendous squelching sound.

I should be even more embarrassed. But I think my embarrassment button was broken somewhere between the second and third bonkers orgasm.

When he regathers me, cradling me in his arms to place me sideways on his lap, I happily rub my face into his gigantic pec, like a kitten who’s found her mat in the perfect patch of sun.

“Dynasty endures!” he calls out to the crowd.

“Dynasty endures!” they call back as one.

“Well met, Emperor.” The Orc priest once again comes to stand before the throne.