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Cedar wondered if she should apologize, but then a part of her thought that perhaps she shouldn’t. Lord Kargorr had talked about orcs respecting a healthy amount of fear.

“Well, then,” Cedar said, standing up. She had polished off her breakfast and was ready to walk it off. “Let us go on a ‘little walk.’”

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Kargorr

Assembly of theparogwas almost complete, much quicker than he had anticipated. Good. Then they could move on to the next part of the plan and refill their diminishing food and supply stores.

Lord Kargorr felt relaxed as he returned to his tent, ready to eat and then fuck, and then likely fuck some more before he slept. He’d never slept better than when he did with Cedar curled under his arm, her small face against his chest.

But when he slipped inside, she wasn’t there. His heart stilled, and his body turned cold. He wondered if she’d run off, or if someone had spirited her away.

He stormed out of the tent, searching this way and that for her. His fear had morphed quickly into anger. Kargorr was ready to shout for his warriors when a familiar giggle came from nearby. He’d only heard the sound once before, when Cedar’s face was in the furs, but he recognized it.

She came around the corner, a small orcling running behind her. A few paces away, poor old Rathka was following, her lip curled in disgust. His woman paused to lean down and tickle the orcling under the armpits, and he ran away yelling with delight.

She froze when she saw Lord Kargorr there waiting, and must have taken in the state of him, because she approached warily.

He’d forgotten about assigning Rathka to chaperone her. He was so accustomed to her being there, waiting for him?—

No matter.

“It’s time for supper,” he said, taking Cedar by the arm. He shooed away Rathka. “Thank you for your service today.”

With a grunt, she waved him off and departed.

“I don’t think she cares for me,” Cedar said as they ducked through the door.

Kargorr had to chuckle at that. “No, I don’t think so, either.”

They ate in silence, while Kargorr sorted through the reaction he’d had. It was natural for an orc to grow possessive after coupling, and that they had done many times. But he’d been ready to tear off someone’s head at the thought she had left him.

That was not becoming of akazek.

After they ate, Lord Kargorr made sure to take Cedar from behind, so he didn’t have to look at her soft face. Still, filling her up with his seed didn’t fully slake his need, so he rolled her over, hiked her legs up over his shoulders, and slowly fucked her again while looking right into her brown eyes.

She didn’t look away, and he felt himself getting lost in them. It would be so easy to sink hissargainside her right now. He swelled up and unleashed everything he had, his balls squeezing up tight, her sweetly fluttering cunt milking him of all he had to give.

Still, her eyes were riveted to him. As he lay there panting, still sunk deep in her warmth, something even hotter than his bare desire for her began to burn for the small human tangled in his arms.

Her lips were a dark brown-pink, and they looked so lovely spreading apart with each of her labored breaths. Life shone in her bright eyes, and when she still didn’t look away after another heady moment, he leaned down closer to her.

Kargorr’s relief at finding her safe today, the tiny seed of pleasure he felt at watching her play with that orcling, all built in his throat until he had no choice. He closed the distance between them and crushed his lips to hers.

Cedar

Why was he kissing her?

Cedar had simply assumed orcs didn’t kiss, that it wasn’t something they did. It’s not as if she’d had much chance to interact with any others outside Kargorr’s tent. So when he pressed his lips to hers, she squeaked into his mouth, thinking perhaps he’d fallen on her. But then he circled her head with his hands, bringing her even closer until his tusks pressed into her cheeks, and she was spun up in his whirlwind.

His lips were solid, and they tore into hers with abandon, pulling her apart, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth. When she allowed him in, his cock twitched inside her, and she answered by flexing her walls around him. Kargorr groaned, then invaded her mouth with his whole battalion, gently reeling his hips back only to glide in once more, his way made easy and slick by his own seed. Cedar didn’t realize she had given herself over completely until he was sucking on her lips, nipping them with his teeth, and his cock was sliding in and out in a perfect, humming rhythm. Her back arched, her legs hooking over his hips to bring him in deeper, while her arms wound around his neck.

Their bodies moved as one, and Cedar fully forgot who she was. He was a beast, a monster, a creature of death who had snapped Lissa’s neck in front of her, and that meant nothing to her now as he caressed her ass, her hips, her breasts. Still his mouth never relented, and soon she was fully delirious, drowning in him. She couldn’t tell one peak from another as she swooped up and down, one tossing her under while another carried her up.

Then, they were both spent, and she shivered as Kargorr finally withdrew.

“I will be leaving in the morning,” he said as she curled up under the furs, his arm slung over her waist. His finger absently skimmed over the softened curve of her hip bone.

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