Page 59 of The Orc's Rage

It was when she uttered a helpless cry of pleasure that Lord Kargorr nearly lost control. His breathing came heavy as he tore his lips away, gazing down at her bright red, dripping cunt. It would be so easy to take her right now. Already a drizzle of white seed ran down his length, dripping onto the bed.

No. He would show her his mastery. His tenderness. Perhaps, even, that deeply buried thing in the oubliette of his soul.

Instead of his cock, as he craved in the pit of his belly, he had something else he could put inside her. He sat back from the bed and hastily trimmed his fierce claws until they were smooth at the tips. Did he mistake the eagerness in her expression?

Eagerness was good. Very good.

Lord Kargorr wetted his fingers in her leaking juices, and she gasped at this new sensation. Cedar watched him intently as he dragged them through her lower lips, over her most sensitive place and back again until he could feel the pulsing of her cunt as it awaited him. With intention, with the most gentleness he could muster, he eased his finger inside her. She was tight, so tight, even around something so small as this that he had to bite hard on his lip, leaving the tang of copper on his tongue.

As he tested her, keeping his exploration shallow, he returned to the task of licking and tormenting her clit, simply offering the pad of his finger to her as an appetizer. Her body answered, a helpless moan falling from her lips as she ground against him, trying to take it deeper. He offered her even more without making her fight for it, sinking his hand in further, moving his tongue just a little faster.

Cedar couldn’t hold in her sounds any longer. She finally broke when he wriggled a second finger into her, and a heady cry escaped her lips. More languid strokes, more flicking and sucking, nursing her slowly to a flame... and he was rewarded.

She shattered around him, utterly and completely. Her whole body sagged, her moans coming out mangled as her channel clutched his fingers tight, and Kargorr shivered with his own aching need. But he remained, licking and teasing, until she had come all the way back down to the ground.

He drew away, his balls tight and hissargabegging to be with her again. But he took deep breaths as Cedar lay panting on the bed, her limbs splayed like a fallen doll. Kargorr petted her belly, thinking of his—their—orcling growing inside, and his cock twitched with how desperately it needed her.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed there, and Cedar’s breath halted in her lungs.

“I will get us breakfast,” Kargorr said at length, rising from the furs. The confusion on her face didn’t escape his notice as he tugged on his breeches, then hung a thick bear cloak over his shoulders and stepped out of the tent.

Yes, he would get breakfast. In a moment.

Lord Kargorr stumbled away from the tent, his groin so searingly painful that even walking was difficult. He propped himself against one of the posts along the edge of the camp, yanked out his cock, and stroked it roughly, squeezing as tight as he imagined Cedar’s cunt to be. It took only two moments for him to reach his conclusion, and then he jettisoned it all into the snow. The force of it nearly stole his legs out from under him.

When, at last he was under his own power again, Kargorr left to do what he promised. He would feed her and pleasure her and hold her close until she returned to him.

Cedar

She lay there panting for whole minutes after Kargorr left, unsure of what had just transpired. Cedar had seen his huge, green cock drooling for her, thick and fat and pushing at the limits of his skin. And yet he had only... licked her. Devoured her, really. Sucking her up and lavishing attention on her, seeing only to her pleasure and nothing else.

She’d never heard of such a thing, putting a mouth on a pussy the way one would put a mouth on a cock, and it had been utterly marvelous.

And then he’d left without demanding more. That puzzled her most of all. Cedar had expected it, certainly. Perhaps she’d wanted it, too.

Now she felt strangely unfulfilled. What did it mean?

When he returned, Kargorr brought with him some of that syrup-crusted pork to go with her meal, and she thought perhaps something was changing. They ate in quiet, but not an uncomfortable one, and for the first time in ages, she felt hungry. She devoured it all, and then when he stood to attend to matters around the camp, he leaned down, took her face in his hands, and kissed her.

It wasn’t the ferocious, demanding kind she had grown accustomed to. It was slower and sweeter, precise and yet soft. And then, after brushing his forehead against hers, he left.

When Rathka appeared, she found Cedar still sitting at the table, brow furrowed.

“You will have to forgive him sometime,” the orc woman said, sitting down across from her, “if he is youragsan.”

Cedar stood abruptly. “I have no interest in discussing this with you.”

She went to Kiya and woke him, and the big cat stretched as he yawned. Once she had his leash attached, she gave Rathka an impatient look, and together they left the tent.

It was a sunny day, despite the cold and the snow, and it was probably as good a time as any to let Kiya socialize with his own kind. Cedar knew her time keeping him as a pet was almost over, which made her deeply sad. She liked that he needed her, that he sometimes still slept on the bed when Kargorr was gone to keep her warm, that he offered good company when she was alone.

But soon, she thought, she would have a baby instead. Kargorr’s child was growing inside her. The picture of it was met with as much trepidation as hope. It would be something of her own, but also a reminder of Kargorr whenever he was gone, for better or worse.

When Cedar approached the great field of snow beyond the camp, Kiya went and ran in it like he always did, leaping in the fluff and sprinting in circles. She led him to where the other cats tended to assemble and the stablemaster fed them their meals. He stayed close to her side as they approached a few of the much larger adult animals relaxing, but she encouraged him to go and investigate.

“You have coddled him too much,” said Rathka with a click of her tongue. “Now he doesn’t know how to be a cat.”

Cedar hoped this wasn’t true, but then she thought of what Kargorr had said about the way she was raised—how children needed love and affection as they grew up, and she thought he would be all right.

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