Page 20 of The Orc's Rage

She cursed under her breath. “Kargorr,” she muttered. “Please, Lord Kargorr. I want more.”

And so, with a wicked smile, he relented. He buried himself inside her, as fully as he could before those strange lumps threatened to spread her apart. He uttered an Orcish curse and reeled his hips back, still watching her as he plunged in again.

He maintained a battering rhythm, and Cedar found herself clutching him tight around the neck because otherwise, he might just fuck her through the bed. One massive, clawed hand slipped under her ass and lifted her hips, making his way even easier. When the world started to fall apart around her, and bright light shimmered behind her eyes, Kargorr groaned on top of her.

“This cunt,” he said under his breath, as if just for himself, “will be the death of me.”

And as she clenched and pulsed and all her muscles went tight as taut strings, he gave her everything. Those lumps pressed even harder at her entrance as his seed gushed into her, and Kargorr brought himself to an abrupt stop. He pulled his cock free, even as it spurted more white fluid over her belly, and he sat up, gasping.

Whatever those swells were, Cedar could tell there was some importance to them—some reason he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, fully take her. And as Kargorr sat there panting, his eyes strangely wide as he stared down at the bed, she wondered what that reason was. He still seemed to be elsewhere as he fetched the water jug, wetted a cloth, and cleaned her up between the legs. Cedar was afraid to move at how intimate, how unguarded, this gesture was. Then he applied thekuja, smoothing the calloused pads of his fingers around the edges of her. When he was finished, he rose from the bed and left the tent, without another word.

Something had happened just now, and she wished she understood what it was.

11

Kargorr

When she had said the words aloud, when she had admitted how much she wanted him, hissargahad rioted. As he had fallen into her warm depths, they had begged to sink into her, too. How they would please her. How they would ensure she stayed round and full of his orclings forever.

Kargorr shook his head angrily, and once again naked, he stalked to Orgha’s tent. Orgha and hisyapirawere inside eating, but Kargorr’s right hand jumped to his feet when his very bare leader thundered inside.

“Clothes,” Kargorr said, and Orgha quickly complied, giving the larger orc some of his own. “We’re working tonight.”

Orgha sighed. “I’m bringing my soup,” he groused, and hisyapira,Rathka, gave a sad wave as Kargorr dragged him from his tent.

Kargorr knew he shouldn’t be punishing Orgha for his own discomfort, but he needed to divert his mind, which meantwork.

They stayed up late into the night, planning which sledges would carry which tents, how many of the mammoths they would need, whether they would have to build new sledges for the additional weight they had accrued during theparog’s stay in this area. The sky was lightening when Orgha finally collapsed and gave Kargorr a firm look.

“Are you avoiding your concubine already?” Orgha asked, much too forwardly, but Kargorr let it slide, believing that his exhaustion was getting the better of him.

Lord Kargorr snorted derisively. “I’m merely concerned about moving. There’s a lot to be done.”

Orgha yawned and rose to his feet. “You’ve only had the dog for a short time,” he said. “It’s too soon to get attached. Never would still be too soon, in my opinion.”

And with that, he left the tent, and Kargorr thought perhaps he should have his right hand punished for such brazen impertinence.

Finally, realizing he had no excuses left, Lord Kargorr made his way back to his tent. Inside the fire had burned low, so he kicked the ashes and added new logs to bring it back to life. The early hours of the morning were always the coldest, before the sun came up to warm the world again.

He could just make out Cedar’s head of brown hair, mussed around the pillow. When he climbed into the bed, he lay on his back, keeping his arms at his sides. Perhaps Orgha was right, and he was getting too attached to her already. It had been merely a few days since he snatched her from her village. He would have another concubine soon, the moment he was able to find one, and then he’d spread his attentions among them.

Cedar let out a small, soft sound, and without opening her eyes, she curled closer toward him. In her sleep, she was drawn to him, the way any baby animal might seek out its mother’s warmth. That’s all it was, he thought, as he instinctively wrapped around her, bringing her small legs between his, looping his arm around her back.

Still she didn’t wake, and Kargorr’ssargathrobbed inside the breeches he’d borrowed from Orgha.

He had planned to rut her until she was tied to him, too attached to him to leave, but now he wondered if he had made a mistake in thinking that connection would only go one way.

Cedar

Everyone was packing, preparing for a big move tomorrow. It looked like the orcs were planning to fully uproot.

Still, Lord Kargorr wouldn’t let her leave his tent. Her body felt sluggish from not getting exercise, besides that which he gave her in bed. At least he returned frequently, often a few times during the day, seemingly only to fuck her. The other day he had sat up in the furs and insisted she sit astride him, and Cedar was humiliated to find herself eagerly rising and falling on top of him, one of his huge hands curled under her ass to lift her, the other kneading her breast and teasing the nipple. As she got closer to her edge, he leaned forward to suckle on them.

“These will feed my orcling well,” he murmured, sinking her down on his cock again.

She couldn’t forget that’s what she was—a breeding mare to give him children. That was why he took her over and over, often waiting after he had released inside her to hold up her hips and spoon his spend back into her.

This should have frightened her more than it did, but at the same time, she’d never been fed so well in her life. She had chicken and beef, sheep and goat. There was cream and butter and bread, carrots and potatoes, and some other foods that tasted delicious but that she couldn’t place in her memory. The morning they were set to leave, Kargorr gave her thick cuts of cooked bacon, and she feared it was Bread Pudding.

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