Page 11 of The Orc's Rage

His fingertips dragged up her arm to her throat, his sharp nails only dancing on the surface of her skin. There he trailed downward again, to one of the teardrop-shaped globes that rested to either side of her sternum. They were round with a loose heft, topped by broad areolas and taut, tiny nipples. He traced one, cupping the nipple with his nail, and Cedar twitched against him. Her eyes were round and rapt, and there was no sign yet that she intended to fight him.

Perhaps she was more intelligent than he typically gave humans credit for. Still, there was a shimmer of stubbornness in there, a hidden gem of insolence, that made him pause.

He would have to cure her of that.

When at last he slipped his finger over one hardened nipple, her lips parted. Repeating it made her eyelids flutter. They were fine breasts, he thought, taking one full in each of his hands. Her hips trembled, and that rosy flush was spreading across her skin as he teased and tormented them. He imagined how they would look even larger when she was full of his orcling and nodded in approval. She had been a good choice.

Heavy breaths fell from her lips as he finally released her and trailed his fingers down her belly, thinking it was much too scant. She needed more roundness to her, flesh on her hip bones and the soft place where she would carry his offspring.

Kargorr prized himself on his self-control, even when the rage took him. But just the sight of her, the games his imagination played with her, were chipping away at it. No, he couldn’t have that, not yet. If he took her hard now, she would be much more of a risk later.

He needed her hungering for him. Thirsting for him. Wet and open for him.

Her chest was rising and falling higher and higher, and so he ventured further downward, over the indent of her belly. He would make sure she had extra at meals from now on.

Not once did her wide eyes stray from him, as if challenging him to look away himself. Kargorr slid his hand down her side, over the swell of her hip, brushing her skin with a hint of his claws. Her body pressed into his hand, and her expression seemed as if this was not deliberate. His cock jerked, but he stilled it with a thought and continued his exploration down to the thatch of curly hair at the base of her hips.

Cedar tensed under him, and he shored up his patience to run his hands down her thighs and back again, urging her legs apart.

“Show it to me,” he said, his voice coming out more of a growl than he intended.

Her throat bobbed, and in response, her legs opened to him. Inside he was more than pleased to find her small pink cunt shining in the firelight, the petals of it already wide and open to him, swollen up and waiting. He slid the pad of his finger down, over the edges of it, to the place where her heat radiated out. Now that she was exposed to him, Kargorr could smell the tang of her need, the musky flavor of her want, and it nearly blew down his remaining willpower. But he sampled her slowly, ignoring the steady drip of his seed as his cock imagined where it would go.

“So wet,” he said. When he pulled his hand away, some of her thick nectar came with it, and he rubbed it between his fingers. Cedar said nothing, but her eyes darted between his hand and his face. To emphasize his point, he licked his forefinger, drawing his claw over his tongue.

He would need to deal with those.

Kargorr sat up and reached for the knife that lay on a table by the bed, close at hand should he need it in the night. Cedar sucked in a breath, like she was waiting for him to use it on her—but he held it up to one of his nails and slid it across, slicing the claw off at the base. Then he smoothed it out, using his tusk as a file, until he knew he wouldn’t cut open his delicate new concubine. Repeating the process on his next finger, he flexed them, then replaced the knife on the table.

Cedar hadn’t moved, and he rewarded her by teasing her nipples again, worrying them until they were stiff.

“Very good,” he murmured, cradling each breast as he imagined how it would leak milk someday.

He crouched over her, his shadow encompassing her as his hand slid down her belly to her cunt, and it throbbed under his hand with the beat of her heart. He dipped one dulled finger between the soft lips there, diving down until he reached where the folds parted for her small slit. He dragged the liquid he found there upward, spreading it around to better tease her. The wetter she was, the better she would feel, though his patience to sink his cock into her was wearing thin.

Her body answered with a tremble. Again he ran his fingers over her tiny bud, and again her hips twitched, her breaths coming faster. Kargorr’s blood was warming, heating up inside his veins as it flowed ever faster toward his groin. Cedar’s eyes had drifted upward to the roof of the tent as her eyelids sank lower. He found her small channel and dipped inside it, pleased to find her leaking there. Cedar’s eyes widened, and a halting breath fell from her lips. His finger easily slid inside her, patiently thrusting in and out as he made a map of her. Fucking was the same as any other battlefield—there were strategies to win and tells that told him how to adjust his plans. When her gasps came harder, he was winning, and it was time to home in on his prize.

His second finger met much more resistance as it pushed inside her, but when she squirmed, he gripped her hips and squeezed his hand deeper in, twisting and reaching to spread her for him. A strained moan fell from her lips, like she had been trying to hold on to it until it clawed its way free. Now he could fully explore her, staying shallow as she opened for him, then sliding in deeper. He dragged his fingers along her inner wall, and her hips jolted up to meet his hand.

There. He pumped quicker, and Cedar’s small hands gripped the fur underneath her. Another moan, and now his hand was slick up to the palm with her. He widened the gap between his fingers, expanding her edges, ripening her for him.

“Ah!” She twisted against his hand.

“I would much rather you be ready for me,” he said, making her pause. Her body stilled, and he resumed slicking in and out of that tiny cunt, stopping from time to time to pet her sensitive nub. He imagined himself inside that tiny hole, sliding into her, soaking her up, watching her spread lips leaking as he?—

Then it cracked. Kargorr’s need was too great for his self-control to hold it back, and he withdrew from her, reaching for his cock with his wet hand. He pulled her down the furs toward him by the thigh, trapping Cedar’s legs around his hips.

“Are you—” Her words were cut off as he brought the head of his cock to the small slit he’d gotten slick and swollen with his attentions. He took a few halting breaths so he didn’t jam himself inside her, and looked up into her round face, her cheeks blazing red.

“I hope you’re ready, little deer,” he said. “You’re mine now.”

Cedar

She had to admit that the orc was something to look at without his clothing on. His body was huge, like two men had been combined to create him, all of their muscles joined to make bigger ones. Each of his pectorals was swollen thick, and the breadth of his shoulders reminded her of an ox. His abdominals contracted with each of his harsh breaths, and she had to admire the sharp line of muscle that wound from his hip to his groin, where...

Cedar choked at the sight of his heavy, green cock with the darker head protruding from the skin. Above her, the torchlight flickered off his black eyes, as if they were two pools of poisoned water. She was still slick from his hands, which, much to her pleasure and indignation, had felt wonderful—and she grew even slicker as that thick tool of his pressed into her belly.

This shouldn’t have made her throat flare with desire. This shouldn’t have turned her insides to liquid, thinking about how he might feel. He was an enemy, a destroyer. She had cleaned the blood of her fellow villagers off his bare skin.

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