Page 38 of The Orc's Rage

Kargorr never remarked on them, but when the latest black fur appeared, she thought for a moment she saw him smile.

He always looked at her now as he rocked his cock in and out of her, nursing her flames ever bigger and brighter. He had learned how to make her sob, how to make her beg, how to make her scream. He would hold her down and slide only the throbbing, wet swell of his cockhead inside her, over and over, until she said, “Please, I need it.”

“Very good, little deer,” he would answer, then he would plunge inside her, giving her everything she wanted.

It was curious when he returned one evening with a handful of leaves, and Rathka made herself scarce. He also brought a large clay bowl and then made his request.

“Urinate in it,” he told her in a surprisingly firm tone.

“In there?” Cedar asked, having only gotten used to the wet basket a few weeks ago. “Why?”

“I will use it.” He set the leaves on the table, spreading them out.

“For what?” She didn’t like the direction this was going.

Rather than answering her question, Lord Kargorr said, “Come now. Just some.” He held out the bowl again. “Then I’ll get you that syrup-coated bacon you like.”

He was a wily one. If she could, Cedar would eat that crusted bacon until it killed her.

“All right.” She took the ceramic pot and shooed him away. Instead of leaving, Kargorr sat down at the table and watched her.

She saw the dagger and remembered what he had said about there being no secrets between them. With a sigh, she squatted over the pot and closed her eyes, thinking much too hard.

“You must relax,” Kargorr said in a quiet voice.

Finally, it burst free, and Cedar let out a stream into the pot. When she was finished, she awkwardly shuffled away, humiliated that she’d done that in front of him.

Kargorr kneeled next to the pot and dropped in one leaf, then two, then three. Curious at what he was doing, Cedar crouched beside him and watched.

Before them, the leaves began to change color. They went from pale brown to yellow, to orange, and then bright red.

Bloody red.

Cedar gasped and turned to Kargorr, and saw his eyes were alight, his mouth parted in surprise.

Suddenly, he was upon her, dragging her into his arms, crushing her against his body. His tusks framed the crown of her head as his breathing came heavy, and his claws curled around her waist.

“What is it?” Cedar asked against his chest, finding it rather hard to breathe.

“I’ve succeeded.” He gently released her, keeping his hands on her shoulders. “I’ve planted an orcling in you. It grows even now.”

Her mind went blank as the winter snow.

Cedar knew this time had been coming, but now that it was there in front of her, it barreled into her, plowing her over.

She was with child. With the offspring of anorc.

It would grow up to look like one of those half-orcs, with the fine features and sturdy frames. And Cedar would be bound to Kargorr.

Forever.

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Kargorr

Cedar had been nesting without realizing it. Lord Kargorr almost hadn’t needed to read the leaf colors. She was gathering more soft things for their bed, carving out a warm place for her to lie and rest while she grew his orcling inside her.

The leaves weren’t just red, but a dark, blistering red, like they’d been steeped in blood.

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