Page 40 of The Orc's Rage

Lord Kargorr sat in his immense chair as the bonfire swelled, spitting sparks and smoke while Kiya found his place at their feet. Kargorr lifted Cedar into his lap, and she was surprised to find a lump already growing underneath her.

Food was served on immense trays, and she devoured all of it, feeling a hunger she’d never felt before. While the potatoes tasted odd, the pig was divine. As Kargorr emptied his mug, the sound of orcs talking and laughing grew louder. Other orcs would stop at their table and tap a fist to their chests.

“Congratulations, Lord Kargorr,” each of them said, and he thanked them with a vigor that surprised Cedar. He was pleased, that much was clear, and in an unusually good mood.

One half-orc approached the table, tentative, a small object tucked in his hand.

“I hope that myyapiramight conceive soon, too,” he said, setting it down in front of them. It was a small animal carved from wood—a beautiful piece of dark mahogany shot through with a light grain. “Perhaps tonight. So I bring you an offering in hope you will bless our chances.”

When Cedar glanced over his shoulder, she saw another orc standing behind him, also carrying a gift.

“I hope that you, too, find the joy of creating your own orcling,” Kargorr said amiably. “And that your efforts tonight are successful.”

The half-orc wasn’t the only one to make a request like this. Soon there was a pile of children’s toys lying out in front of them, and in the background, the music began. Orcs emerged with drums, with fine lutes pillaged from some long dead musician, and even great wooden tubes they could blow to bring out a variety of deep, booming sounds. Orcs rose from their seats and began to dance, and Cedar was once again stunned by the beauty of it. They were not elegant, but they were filled with life and energy. She had never seen a human behave with such wild abandon as more and more bodies danced before the flames.

The hours passed as everyone ate and danced and drank. Cedar was startled by the sound of moaning, and she turned to find at one of the closest tables, the half-orc from earlier had his full-orc woman bent over the bench, and his cock was thrusting in and out of her. It dribbled with his seed, and Cedar shivered at the heat that immediately blasted through her at the sight.

She heard Kargorr chuckle behind her. He smoothed over the soft curve of her hip with one palm, applying enough pressure that the space between her legs ground against the object in his lap. Rather than a tunic and pants, Cedar had worn a dress for the occasion, one that the seamstress had assured her would continue to fit nicely even as her belly grew. It was the only barrier between her orc’s hand and her bare center, and he quickly crossed it, sweeping up under the dress to trail his fingers along the insides of her thighs. Cedar shifted, wishing he would bring it just a little closer, but he merely circled her sex, stopping to curl his fingers in her thatch of hair and then moving on. He traced the lips of her pussy, and even as Cedar pushed her hips into his touch, he resisted giving her what she wanted.

Then he untied his laces, letting his heavy dark green cock free. More orcs had joined in, and nearby, one orc had his partner spread over the table, teasing his ass, and then shoving his cock deep into it. Cedar gasped at the sight, and a bright spark lit in her belly. As she watched, Kargorr’s cockhead, slick with seed, slid across her. Still he teased her, finally thumbing over her sensitive pearl, and Cedar arched into him.

“Do you need my cock, little deer?” Kargorr murmured, leaning down to watch the show over her shoulder. “Has the party gotten you dripping for me?”

Cedar nodded rapidly, knowing she should be ashamed at how her body begged relentlessly for his. With a hum of approval, he lifted her up, positioned himself in the wet divot between her legs, and slowly lowered her.

Cedar moaned as he worked his way inside, slow inch by slow inch, his hand holding her belly as if he could feel himself inside her. Maybe he could with how far he stretched her open, how he demanded her body to give in to him. When she had settled fully on top of him, those lumps at the base of his cock prevented her from taking him any more deeply. He took a ragged breath, stilling himself, before he lifted her up and dropped her down again.

He took her on his lap that way, in front of every orc in theparog, claiming her as his. As her cries rose, so did those among the orcs around the fire, until the sound of ecstasy surrounded her. Still Kargorr stroked her clit, taunting her with every thrust of his hips, until she shattered around him. He milked her climax, and then, with a powerful roar, unleashed everything inside her.

While she was limp and boneless, he swept her up into his arms and rose to his feet. The orcs cheered and howled as he held her up like a trophy for everyone to see, his seed leaking down her legs and dripping to the ground.

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Kargorr

Yes, he was proud of his new concubine for taking to his seed so well. Sometimes it took many moons, but for his Cedar, it had only been one. It made him confident he could keep her round with orcling for some time. Perhaps she had even been made for him, made for this purpose, the way her body spoke to his, called to his, and swallowed him up like he belonged there.

The first snows fell earlier than they had expected, but the cats were pleased and even ran around in the falling flakes. Cedar’s pet—he still could not call itkiya, as much as she loved that name—frolicked in the soft, powdered snow until it was so tired it collapsed in the bed Cedar had lovingly made for it.

Every morning, Kargorr awoke to her curled into him, his arms wrapped around her. He would lie there and look at her sleeping face, and not only did his cock ache, but so did another part of him, somewhere even deeper and more forgotten. It warmed him thoroughly, even as the winds blew colder, and sometimes he would remain in the furs far longer than he should just so he didn’t disturb her. Cedar liked her sleep and tended to be ornery if she didn’t get enough of it.

Other things about her were changing, too. She ate more than ever, and she would ask for strange foods, like cold milk or barely cooked beef. Sometimes she craved things he had never heard of, or perhaps he didn’t know the word in the human tongue—like something calledchocolate, which he gathered involved sugar, butter, and some sort of fruit.

“I’ve only had it once, but it stuck with me,” she said morosely. “A merchant had come through town when I was younger, and I managed to buy a piece after selling some gloves. I haven’t thought about it much since then, but now...” Cedar groaned with just her desire for it, and Kargorr’s cock twitched, thinking it was being summoned. “If only I could have chocolate.”

He described the dish to the cooks who worked in the serving tent, and, rather baffled, they tried to make something that matched it with a late fall fruit that was yellow and hard and sweet. The concoction it yielded, though, did not please Cedar, as much as she tried to pretend it did.

Kargorr had begun to notice these things about her, like how her left eye would squint when she tasted something bad, which was often now. Sometimes she would feel sick, and her cheeks would blow out when she was trying to keep it inside her.

“It’s better to let it out,” he’d told her, and she ran from the tent to empty the contents of her stomach into the wet basket.

All good signs, he knew, but he still didn’t like how she would crawl into the furs afterward and curl around her belly, muttering that she would never touch her favorite syrup-covered pork again.

She always did the next day.

One night, Kargorr returned from a long talk with the armor craftsman to find Cedar lying under the furs with her cat curled up next to her. As usual, Rathka tiredly rose to her feet and departed when he stepped in with their dinner.

Cedar wasn’t usually sleeping at this time of day, not now that her pet was getting older and needed constant exercise and attention. Kargorr sat on the bed and shooed the animal away, a creature which, unfortunately, did not respect him. Kiya stretched out languidly before hopping off to find his way to his own nest in the corner. Cedar let out a dissatisfied mutter under the blankets, but otherwise did not emerge.

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