Page 45 of The Orc's Rage

She was his. Fully, completely, and utterly his. It was time to show her, with every muscle and drop of blood in his body. She would never lie underneath anyone else. She would never be far from his thoughts. She would bear him many orclings and grow old with him, her supplicating body always giving, her sore but fiery soul resting close to his.

Kargorr moaned with the rush of euphoria that flooded him as hissargawere fully embedded in her. This was where they belonged. But he was also intent on teaching her what they were for—and the heights of pleasure to which he could bring her.

Gritting his teeth, Lord Kargorr reeled his hips back, hissargapopping free of her, only to thrust them in once more. Her cry was louder this time, so he summoned all of his willpower and buried himself in her, over and over, making sure hissargaslicked in and out of her impossibly tight cunt. Soon tears were breaking free from her eyes as she clenched harder and harder, squeezing his cock like Liga’s huge jaws around a rabbit.

When he finally wrenched her climax from her, it streamed out of her in a scream. No longer could Kargorr resist the wet pulse of her around him. He plunged into her, fully seating hissargainside her, and at last he burst. Cedar gripped his arms so hard her nails bit into his skin as his cock swelled up, filling every empty space she had left. Her cunt had fully surrounded him, locking him in. He groaned as his seed streamed out of him in wild force, her glorious body wringing him for everything he had.

It was difficult not to simply collapse on top of her, so Kargorr twisted to one side so he could remain lodged in her. Cedar gasped and wriggled, and he clutched her hip tightly to stop her moving.

“Stay still,” he murmured into her hair, stroking that perfect softness. He inhaled her smell, so fragrant with her satisfaction, and a lightness he’d never felt before settled on his shoulders.

He knew who she was. At last, he had found hisyapira, the one intended for him—and in such an odd place.

But telling her so, giving into it so fully, frightened him. Kargorr was never afraid, not of anything, until now. He could not yet give her that weapon, not until he was certain he had fully won her loyalty and her heart.

And not until he had achieved his mission. No one could know, not yet, not until he had secured the otherkazek, and built the army he needed.

Here in their tent, though, where they were alone... he could at least know that he had found her.

His one, his only.

Cedar

It took many minutes for the swelling in Kargorr’s cock to recede. When it did, he slid out of her, and a torrent of his seed followed. Cedar gasped as her body released him, and she curled tight against his side at the slight ache it left behind.

Kargorr hummed, smoothing a hand down her shoulder and cupping it around her back. Cedar felt warm and weightless, like a bird peering down at the wide world beneath, knowing nothing could reach it up in the trees. While Cedar was exhausted, a new part of her feltawake, alive in a way it had never been before. It was as if she could feel Kargorr’s heartbeat thrumming through her, huge and slow like a steady, beating drum.

“Kargorr,” Cedar asked in a hushed, weak voice, her vocal cords still upset from the way she used them earlier.

“Yes, little deer?”

“What was that? That... on your cock.”

His muscles stiffened under her hands, as if it was the one question he hoped she wouldn’t ask.

“Nothing important,” he replied at last, drawing her closer against him. He lowered his head to whisper to her. “Did you enjoy it?”

It wasn’t commonplace for him to ask something like this, so she hastily answered, “Oh, yes.”

He grunted, and she thought it was a sound of contentment.

Cedar didn’t notice when she fell asleep. Her dreams were soft, like her bed, like her heart at this fragile moment.

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Cedar

When she awoke, though, the furs were cold, and Lord Kargorr was gone.

Cedar hastily climbed out of bed, threw on her tunic, pants, and boots, then went to the door. Kiya slept peacefully on the floor, as someone must have let him in during the night.

When she peered out and found no one around, she slipped out into the morning. The camp looked emptier than usual save for a few orclings and their mother. The air was cold, so she went back inside to get the cloak the leather craftsman had made for her.

“He left, you know,” came Rathka’s voice from behind her. Cedar spun around, reflexively clutching the cloak to her chest. Kiya growled where he lay in his bed, and Rathka eyeballed him, making sure to keep a wide berth between them.

“Left?” Cedar echoed. She didn’t understand it. He hadn’t said anything about leaving.

“On a long raid. He gathered up all the warriors before dawn. They hadn’t intended to leave until tomorrow... but he had a fire inside him.” She arched an eyebrow. “Did something happen?”

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