Page 13 of The Orc's Rage

This human was not hisyapira. She was a tool, a vessel, the beginning of something and not the end of it. He would fill her, and when his seed had taken root in her, he would find another concubine just like her and seed her, too. His cock swelled as he thought of the empire he could build of skilled half-breed warriors that would overtake even more of the human lands, reclaiming thegrrosek’s ancestral home.

It all began here, with her.Cedar. He didn’t mean to think of her name as he sank deep into her hot, slathered cunt, but he did, and then he couldn’t shake it out of his mind again.Cedar. Like the tree, he thought, clutching her closer, grabbing her around the ass so he could change his angle. This drove her wild, her hands reaching for anything they could find to grab onto, and he was gratified by this discovery.

A battlefield like any other.

Cedar. Her cries rose in pitch, and the sweet walls of her cunt began fluttering around him. His control was a testament to his training—usually. But the sight of her, the sound of her, thesensationof her around his cock, squeezing him as tight as any perfectly tailored glove, threatened to break that control.

He thrust faster, pumped harder, his balls slapping her flesh as he drove into her over and over. A chase began between Kargorr and the little human’s whimpers of pleasure. The more she cried out, the more she clenched around him, the better the chance his seed would take. Perhaps he hadn’t meant to fill her with an orcling tonight, but now that he was here, the swollen, pinkish lips of her cunt splayed around his cock, he couldn’t think of anything else.

“Now, little deer,” he commanded her, and her big eyes flew open. “Now you’re mine. Forever and always, you’ll be mine. No one else will partake of you again, except for me.” He jammed his cock deep in her, relishing the soft pulse of her cunt as she neared her crescendo. “Say it, human.”

Instantly she whimpered, “No.”

Kargorr stilled, and she writhed against him, her hips seeking his.

“Yes,” he growled, leaning his head down close to hers again, but not in the promise of a kiss. This was of a bite. “Say it.”

Her body stilled, and panting, she gritted her teeth.

“No.”

So instead, he fucked her. Kargorr reeled his hips back and slammed into her, and the squelch was his reward. He pinpointed just where he could best torture her, and took her, used her, again and again. Cedar’s cries had become whines as he denied her finish, slowing down just before it carried her under.

“No,” Cedar moaned, because he didn’t even have to ask the question again.

But she would give in to him, sooner or later. He would crush all of her walls and turn them into gravel, until she was bare and helpless before him.

Her cunt clamped down tight, and her screams abruptly stopped. Eyes huge, she tensed in a wordless, soundless scream.Yes, Cedar, he thought, clenching his teeth as her soft edges became hard, as she dragged him in deep and then kept him there, as he plundered her through it. He could feel her around him, from his cock into his belly, up to the base of his throat, where his own groan sprouted. He couldn’t help the sound as she demanded his seed and so he gave it up to her, jamming himself fully into her before the dam broke.

She cried out again, and he realized then her legs had wrapped tight around his hips, her body desperate to have him even as her mouth denied him. He could use that, he thought, to shape her into what he wanted. All beings were pliable with the right motivation.

When at last Kargorr erupted inside her, he fisted his hand in her hair and tugged her head up toward him. She shook and shivered all over, her lovely sheath doing the same around him. He pumped once more, twice more, fucking his seed into her, drawing out her aftershocks until her legs fell limp. He remained inside her, simply relishing the warmth of her, the sight of her submitted to him.

Now he had her body. All he needed was her mind, and then she would be his.

Cedar

She lay like that, panting underneath the orc’s huge body, as he continued sliding in and out of her on a wet river of his own spend. Her pussy was too sensitive, much too sensitive, but he didn’t seem to care as he earned another whimper from her. His cock only seemed to soften for a moment, after he first expelled himself in her, before it was hard again, swollen and too big for her wrung channel. Kargorr grunted as he pushed into her again, forcing her taut muscle to give to him.

“Again, little deer,” he told her. “Say it.”

“No,” she said, and this time she spat. She would never be his. He could take her this way, but she was her own. The droplet landed on his cheek, very near his nose, and he laughed at her.

Laughed.

But Kargorr didn’t stop his languid strokes, his seed audibly spurting out of her as he filled her and displaced it. It rushed down her ass, and she couldn’t help a whimper because her skin felt torn. Still, she accepted him, bringing him into her body again and again as her pussy slowly released. Soon it was thirsting for him once more, and Cedar couldn’t help but give over to it.

And so the orc fucked her again at a brutal pace, driving Cedar to wildness, until she was thrashing and calling out to the stars as she gripped Kargorr tight against her. She was incensed that he could do this to her, that he could turn her body into a puppet tied to his hands—and to his infernalcock.

When he was finally finished with her, and he’d extorted another monstrous climax from her fragile body, he released her. She wanted to wriggle away, to separate from him and show that he hadn’t claimed her yet, but Cedar’s muscles wouldn’t move.

Kargorr lowered himself until he was nearly crushing her, and she could feel his breath on her face. Again she wondered if he would kiss her. The need to feel his lips on hers didn’t make sense to her, didn’t sit right. But the way he had taken her, ruthlessly pursuing her pleasure, had stirred something else: a hope. For what?

Cedar didn’t know. She didn’t want anything from this beast, who had tried and failed to make her cow to him even as he conquered her. He was a brute, to be mollified and then outsmarted.

He never stopped simply looking at her, his cock at last softening inside her. She tried to look back into those empty eyes, but eventually, she turned her head.

With a dark chuckle, Kargorr withdrew himself from her, and she bit her lip as a whimper came out.

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