Page 14 of The Orc's Rage

The orc looked displeased.

He crouched down over her, forcing her legs apart, and she squeaked as she tried to pull away. But he held her fast as he gathered up his seed in his fingers and, with surprising gentleness, pushed it back into her. He examined her, and Cedar wondered what he was looking for, what other strange torment he had in store.

Abruptly, and still completely naked, he got up off the bed and stalked out of the tent.

Kargorr

It wouldn’t do to have her break on him. Now that he’d felt what it was to be inside her, oh, he would have her again. Until the next raid, he thought, he would use her until her cunt was the same shape as his cock.

He stopped the first orc he saw, an older male with a load of firewood over one shoulder.

“Get me somekuja,” he said, and the orc nodded and darted away. He stood there, breathing in the frigid night air, hoping he might get some sense about him again.

Cedar had taken more than just his cock inside her. For a moment, Kargorr had forgotten everything. It was all a haze beyond the sound of her, the sight of her, thefeelingof her.

He couldn’t let her become a distraction from his goal. Hisparogwould be the strongest, with the most territory retaken from the humans. He would have even more prizes, and then...

An orc woman was breathing hard as she approached him with a small clay jar.

“Kuja,” she said, sliding it into his hands. Kargorr nodded his appreciation, and she turned and left as quick as she came.

Inside the tent, Cedar had found her way under the top layer of furs. Kargorr took the edge and pulled it aside, revealing her to the air. With a yelp, she tried to get it back, but he was already pinning her to the bed.

“I can’t,” she moaned, and yet her body instantly responded to his, her back arching into his hands.

“Quiet.” He lashed her thighs down and spread them apart. Then he took the jar and popped the cork so he could get at the salve inside.

Cedar stifled a gasp as he brought the cold paste to her red slit. He smeared it around, and she was very still as he finished and re-corked the jar.

“It will heal,” he told her firmly.

“Oh,” was all she said. Kargorr grunted, hoping she would be well again by morning. Now that he had tasted her, he would stop at nothing to put an orcling inside her.

He pulled up the fur, covering both of them with it. Kargorr hadn’t realized how much he longed for a bedwarmer until now, until there was a small body in his blankets that smelled entirely of him. He curled his arm under her and brought her in so he could sniff at her hair, and she fought him, pushing him by the chest. She wanted to let him know she was still angry, but he could sense how she faltered inside.

“No struggling now,” he told her, with a firm hand around her. He was surprised when she obeyed. So he had drained some of the fight out of her along with her slick juices when she came. “Sleep.”

Cedar kept her arms pinned between them, as if putting up one last barrier. But when she fell into sleep, she came in close, seeking him out and winding her arms around his waist.

Good. He drew her against his big body, giving her what her unconscious self sought.

They had crossed the first twist in the path on the road to making her his.

8

Cedar

She’d never been so warm and comfortable in all her life. It felt like sleeping next to a lightly flickering fire, draped in the softest blankets possible. She’d never slept like this, not in her time sharing the floor with her siblings as a child, not on the bare cot that Lissa occasionally let her use when she wasn’t in the barn.

And something under her head was rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Breathing, she realized.

Cedar opened her eyes to find herself pressed firmly against a huge, scarred, green chest. The skin was mottled all over, and she recognized it immediately.

Her breath came faster as she tried to decide what to do. Remaining here, against Kargorr’s side, was against her better instincts. But the furs had formed so perfectly around them, and he was so,sowarm in this awful, frigid place, that she didn’t want to move.

Still, this was a golden opportunity, one that might not pass by her again. He was fully asleep, and maybe she could slip away while he was unconscious.

“I can hear you thinking, little deer,” came his rumbling voice, and Cedar flinched, her eyes darting up to his face. Kargorr’s big arm, which was still slung over her waist, tightened to stop her retreat. “Your breathing changed.”

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