Page 76 of The Orc's Rage

Cedar pressed her lips together. Was she his now? It begged another question: Was he hers?

“Will you ever take another?” Cedar asked instead, and Kargorr furrowed his brow.

“Another?” His mouth tilted up at the corner. “No. I do not have the time or energy for another one of you. You are enough for a single orc to manage.”

It was, perhaps, the first time he had made a joke in Cedar’s presence, and a startled laugh came out of her.

“And you will make me your partner, and not your concubine?” she asked, and his roaming hand stilled at her side.

Kargorr let out a great sigh and bowed his head.

“You already are this,” he said, surprisingly quiet. “You have given me great wisdom and tempered me. And I have shown you very little care or thanks in return.”

Cedar merely stared up at him, for she didn’t recognize this behemoth of an orc, with the scar across his face and the hard, downward curve to his tusked mouth. What were these words of his?

“Then,” Cedar said, reaching to stroke his chin up to his tusk, “I suppose I can be what you want.”

His eyes went wide, then they narrowed in a plain, feral hunger. He snatched her up off the ground and carried her to the bed, where he set her down and quickly disposed of his own clothes. Then he sat before her, his legs spread, his huge cock jutting up toward the sky, and held his hands open, palms up.

“Come to me, then,” he said in a low voice. “Make use of me and show me your orcish fire.”

Kargorr

She did.

How gloriously Cedar sank down on his cock, sitting astride him on her knees. When she raised herself up and then took him in again, her belly bounced, and her round breasts teased his eyes as they responded to every movement. She would feed his orcling quite well, and he would never fear for its safety as long as it was with her.

When her thighs grew tired and she had already sought her finish twice, Lord Kargorr flipped her onto her back and fucked her deeper, harder, nursing cries and screams from her plush lips.

“Tell me,” he growled, sinking further into her, hissargainsisting that she open for him.

“I’m yours,” she sobbed in return. And then, he was fully encased in her wet warmth, fully with her, inside her, reveling in her.

They lay quietly for some time afterwards, his swollen cock still firmly rooted inside Cedar’s perfect cunt. His hand wandered her body, pausing at her belly.

“The old witch,” Cedar said suddenly. “She told me the baby would be weaker if... if you weren’t myagsan. Does this change anything?”

He scoffed. “She is wrong.” Kargorr let his hair fall over both of them like a curtain. “But perhaps you have been myyapirasince the beginning, and that is why the leaves turned red as blood. Our orcling will be mighty, fearsome, powerful. I know this already.” And he did. This offspring would take the helm for him someday, and once the world was theirs, he would quietly recede with Cedar at his side, for the rest of eternity.

“I hope they are wise, too,” said Cedar carefully. “Not just strong, but quick. There is as much strength in cleverness as in brute force.”

Kargorr arched an eyebrow at her. “That is what you will bring, then. Teaching our orcling to use their head, as much as their fists.”

That night, for the first time, perhaps in his life, Lord Kargorr slept knowing that it all was as it should be. Though there was far more to do, for now, this was the right place, the right time, with the right woman at his side.

The camp was slow to wake the following day as thegrrosekshook off the fog of drink and the haze of copulating. Lord Kargorr wondered in the silence, as Cedar still slept, how many orclings were made while the sun was down.

What roused him from his bed was the sound of a beating drum and a few scattered cheers.

While Cedar yawned, he quickly dressed and left the tent.

“Kazek!” He would know that voice anywhere. It was Orgha, at last returned.

And he was not alone.

Behind him was the caravan he had departed with, and behind them, a horde ofgrrosek, that went on as far as Kargorr could see. He slapped his right hand hard on his back, and Orgha coughed.

“You have brought me a gift,” Kargorr said, his face slack.

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