Page 64 of Bound to the Orc Hunter

The need to take care of her fills me, a form of both care and possessiveness like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Without letting go of her, I lean over to add more wood to the fire, stirring it to reawaken the coals.

Then I use my spare shirt to dry her, squeezing the water from her hair. It’s damp by the time I dry myself, but the cooling night air doesn’t bother me. Orcs run hotter than humans.

She’s still deliciously relaxed as I dress her in her human clothes.

When we’re both relatively dry and dressed, I grill venison steaks over the fire, fresh from my earlier hunting trip. As soon as they’re plated, I add deer fat to the pan and wedges of potatoes. I’d been fortunate to find some early small ones, though Alarria is a magical world that doesn’t hold completely to seasons, various fruits and vegetables seeming always ready to eat all through our prolonged spring, summer, and fall seasons. Only winter is the exception.

The smell of cooking potato joined with the hot sizzle of grease gets my bride’s attention. She shifts closer to the fire, the light from the flames dancing over her face. “Are those home fries? I love home fries!”

I sprinkle a generous amount of salt over the pan and grin at her. “Good. I had heard humans like these. Stories say we didn’t have potatoes in Avalon, but Alarria has many plants and animals that were new to the orcs when we first arrived, and potatoes are one of them.”

“Remind me to never go to Avalon, then.” She grins back. “No potatoes, not interested.”

“I’m sure the elves will be crushed.” I slide a generous serving of potatoes onto her plate and hand it to her with a fork. “They’re infamous for their fine dinner parties.”

She uses the knife I gave her to slice off a piece of venison and pops it into her mouth. Then she takes a bite of potato and groans. “Screw fancy dinner parties. This is amazing and way better than tiny finger foods you can never get enough of.”

I take my own bite, the venison rich and juicy, the buck young enough to not be as gamey as the meat of the older ones can get.

Both of us hungry after our exertions, we eat in silence, sitting side by side and looking out over the lake.

The breeze settles, the surface smoothing to glass, reflecting the dots of stars sprinkled across the deep-purple sky.

Grace sighs, relaxing against me.

I set our empty plates aside and pull out the bag of fresh raspberries I picked earlier, their dark-pink fruit wonderfully sweet. She lets me feed them to her, the brush of her soft lips so intoxicating I don’t miss ale.

Then I run my fingers through her damp hair, carefully teasing out any tangles and lightly scratching her scalp.

She moans, melting against me. “Oh, that feels so good.”

So I keep doing it, over and over, until my need for her can no longer be ignored. Tipping her onto her back, I tug at the closure of her pants.

“What are you doing?”

“I find myself in need of more dessert.” I peel them down her long legs, then trail kisses all the way back up, pausing right before I reach her core. “My bride. My beautiful, amazing bride.”

I feast.

The next morning, I wake to the feel of the furs sliding down my chest, baring me. It’s dark in the den, too dark even for my orc eyes. I tap a glow stone to light the space, the earthen walls of the cave coming into view. It’s dry and well formed, a circular space a good ten feet wide, even if not tall enough for my height.

Grace is on her hands and knees between my spread legs, her eyes fastened on my cock, which woke well before I did. And how could it not, when I held my moon bound close all night?

Orc seed already pools on my stomach as she runs a finger down my length, feeling each of my piercings. “Why do you have these?”

“They’re a sign I completed my warrior training.”

“Why do you get them for that?”

“It takes a certain amount of physical and metal fortitude to allow someone to pierce your cock.” I smirk. “Especially as a teen.”

“And this?” She taps my stud.

“I received that when I completed my training in how to please a woman.”

“Just a woman?”

“It would have been training on how to please a man or how to please both, if that had been my desire.” I shrug. “I like women.”

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