Page 10 of The Orc's Rage

She crawled toward him in the water, forced to wedge herself between his thick thighs to reach that far up his big body. Something moved against her leg, but she did everything in her power not to look down at it, to pretend it wasn’t there, as impossible as that was. No, his hidden cock occupied a whole corner of her mind as she reached up and dragged the rag down his chest, smearing dust, rinsing it off, and swirling the water around until he gleamed. The higher she reached, the farther she had to lean forward, until something soft but sturdy pressed at her belly.

Cedar’s breath hitched and her hand slowed, her focus now on that object making itself known. But Kargorr didn’t speak. No, a low chuckle vibrated his chest, and he reached out to cup her hip, dragging one hand up her side. When she finally regained her composure, she steeled herself not to think of the hand or the cock and only of accomplishing her task. She scrubbed harder, but his fingers kneading the skin down her side grew harder to ignore as they brushed over the swell of her breast, and then down under the sweep of her ass. His cock swelled thicker and harder under the water, the head reaching the surface and rubbing her with every circle of the rag on his chest. Each long stroke of his hand left a blaze of heat behind, a heat that radiated across her, spreading to all her fingers and toes.

And then Cedar had nothing left to clean. She shrank back to the other end of the tub, more afraid of herself than she was of him, regretting how she’d leaned into his touch. She wanted more, even more, and that couldn’t be right.

“Now,” Kargorr said, breaking the heavy silence in the tent, “I want you to clean yourself.”

He leaned back in the tub, hanging his arms off the sides, and watched without regard for the heavy cock floating in the water in front of him. Any other time Cedar would’ve been happy to get clean after days of hard traveling—especially traveling while slung over someone’s shoulder for miles and miles on end—but with those hot, dark eyes digging into her skin, she felt paralyzed. Slowly she reached for the rag and the soap again and scrubbed her shoulders, then her arms, dunking them each under the water. She brushed her armpits, and when she lifted her hand into the air to reach better, Kargorr brought one of his own hands down to his crotch. He seized his cock in his rough palm, and she paused where she was, her eyes drawn to his fingers where he wrapped them around himself, squeezing and stroking.

“Keep going,” he said, his voice lower, huskier.

She nodded quickly and resumed scrubbing, moving from one armpit to the other, trying not to watch as his hand gripped his cock harder. It stirred something ugly and deep inside her, an empty pit that was slowly filling with heat. His brows lowered further as she reached her breasts with the rag, and here she paused, uneasy at how much she longed just to brush it over her nipple.

Kargorr’s eyes bored into her, dismantling her, daring her to deny herself. So she swept the rag over the hanging globe of her breast, and her breathing sped up.

“Ah,” hummed Lord Kargorr as he leaned back further in the tub, his hips sliding closer to hers. “Does that feel good?”

“No,” she said instinctively, and his mouth curled in a smirk as if he didn’t believe her for a moment.

“You’re not clean yet.” He grunted as he continued to pump his hand along that thick beast between his thighs.

Cedar nodded and swept the rag down her body, then up over her nipples to her throat and neck. His gaze was intense, sharply focused on her and only her, as she drew it down to her belly and circled it.

Then, abruptly, Kargorr released himself, his cock dropping from his hand.

“Get out,” he told her, a harshness to his voice. Those dark eyes of his were focused with a painful precision on her and that feeling returned, the terror mixed with thrill. Surely he would want to use that cock now. With her nipples still peaked and warmth coiling in her belly, Cedar had a traitorous thought. What if she wanted it? That big, scarred body that had seen so much—what would it feel like? Would that massive thing between his legs even fit inside her?

She thought of the orc woman crying out in pleasure, of the wet cock moving in and out of her. Cedar trembled, whether in fear or anticipation, she didn’t know.

At last, she obeyed, climbing out of the tub. She shivered the moment she left the warm water. Lord Kargorr stepped out after her, his cock jutting straight out in front of him like a spear. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the bed, and Cedar stumbled along behind him with a yelp. Rather than pushing her onto it, he snatched up one of the furs and wrapped it around her body.

“Dry off.”

Kargorr stood by the fire while she whisked the fur over her skin, his eyes never leaving her. They burned into her, searing the skin off her bones, revealing to him her bare skeleton. She turned away and pulled the fur tighter around herself.

“It won’t do you any good,” Kargorr said as he padded toward her, reminding her very much of a wolf that had once attacked her pigs. He slowed before reaching her. “You can set it aside, or I can tear it off of you.”

Those were the choices. So she slid the fur off her shoulders, and he took it from her, hanging it on a rack by the fire. Then he closed the distance between them, taking her chin in his hand.

“Lie down,” he told her, a husky edge to his voice. “Now.”

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Kargorr

The human woman had tried to hide it, but her body felt the pull, too. She’d stared at him as she’d caressed her own breasts, and now her face heated with arousal, red blotches covering her skin.

This would make it much, much simpler for him. He wasn’t likely to plant an orcling in her tonight—but he would bind her to him and stake his claim so no other orcs got any foolish ideas. A prize was a prize, after all, which sometimes earned a fight over who would take it home. But this one was his, and tonight Lord Kargorr needed to make sure all of them knew it. Challenges within aparog’s ranks were a sign of weakness, a symbol of poor health that could only be blamed on itskazek. Kargorr didn’t want to invite one by leaving her unclaimed and unprotected.

Thankfully Cedar did as he told her, lying back on the bed in all her nakedness. She tried to cover herself with her arms again, but that wouldn’t last long. She was so small, so helpless in front of him, and his cock leapt at the sight of her pinkish, fragile skin. His hands hungered to touch her, to taste that skin under his fingers.

He had taken bedmates in the past, but that had been years ago, before he became lord of his ownparog. Bringing someone into his tent now was an assertion that he was claiming a prize and intending to sow orclings.

And indeed, after so long kept tucked away, his cock was slobbering. Every time he had vented his rage through his enemies or his sparring partners instead of a warm cunt or a tight asshole, his hunger had grown, and now it was bottomless.

When Kargorr advanced on her, Cedar scrambled higher up the bed, tightening her arms around her chest. He tugged her wrist away.

“I’ve already seen you,” he told her, planting one knee on the furs. Her hand fell away from her chest willingly this time, because he was right. He set her wrist down and did the same for her other arm, so she was splayed out before him, but free to move. Though her body hummed in a tune that felt so familiar and yet exotic, he would take his time with her. Desserts were best enjoyed slowly, a few small bites at a time, to fully understand their flavor.

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