Page 44 of The Orc's Rage

When Cedar got to her feet again, Kargorr advanced toward her, and she thought he might hit her. He’d never raised his hand to her before, but she knew Orgha was important to him.

Kargorr took her chin roughly in his hand, pulled her up onto her toes, and snatched her into a kiss that could have drowned her. It was almost vicious in its power. Cedar gasped against him, but he only kissed her harder and deeper, invading her mouth with his tongue and clutching the back of her head.

When he was finished, Kargorr pulled away and rounded on Rathka.

“Go back to Orgha,” he said in a low voice, one that reminded Cedar of a snarling wolf. “Go back now, before I decide there should be a greater punishment for you than sending you home.”

Rathka flushed a deep green and turned on her heel, running from the scene. Only then did Cedar notice how many other orcs stood around watching, and her face burned.

But Lord Kargorr didn’t appear to notice them. His eyes were focused only on her, as if everything else in the camp had ceased to exist.

He swept one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her into his arms. In front of everyone, he carried her down the pathways back to their tent. When she gave a startled objection, because she had left Kiya behind, Kargorr ground out a quick, “Someone will care for him,” and shut the tent flap hastily behind them.

Cedar yelped as he tossed her onto the furs. There was a red tinge to Kargorr’s eyes, the same as the time he had returned from a raid and mercilessly fucked her. He crept onto the bed like a predator, and the expression on his face would have sent most humans running. But Cedar remained still, watching him just as steadfastly as he crossed the furs. Soon he was on top of her, boxing her in, his knees straddling her hips and his arms curled around her head. He leaned down close, so his mouth was only breaths away from hers.

“You are so fierce,” he said, his voice rolling the words like stones. Then he dove down to her mouth, bruising her lips with his, plundering her for everything she had. Cedar’s blood felt too hot and too fast. Rage at what Rathka had done to her beloved animal still coursed through her, and she attacked Kargorr with just as much fervor. He rewarded her with a groan, and his groin rubbed urgently against hers, showing her just where he wanted to be.

Cedar tugged at his thick, fur-lined leather tunic, and with a pleased chuckle, Kargorr disposed of it. Once their clothes lay scattered on the floor and the bed, and Cedar was sprawled naked before him, Kargorr descended once again. He worried her lip with his teeth, then moved to her ear, nibbling her lobe while his clawed hands cupped her breasts. When he reached them with his lips, he licked a trail around each nipple before clamping down on it, sucking hard until Cedar was whimpering and arching into his mouth.

“These will nourish my orcling so well,” he said, squeezing her breasts together and thrusting his hips against her. There was a new breathless hunger in his voice. “They’ll grow so fat with your milk, and I’ll keep them that way.”

Why did his words spark a flame in her belly? She couldn’t help her moan.

While he smothered her nipples in his affection, his fingers trailed down between her thighs, where he found her already weeping with her excitement. He buried his fingers in her.

“Always so tight for me.” That red hue to his eyes grew brighter. “Perfect for taking my cock.”

Cedar wanted more than just his fingers. She whined as he pumped them in and out of her, searching out the sensitive places inside her.

“It fits so well inside me,” she managed between moans. “Please. Please, I need you.”

The demand seemed to strike a chord somewhere deep inside him, because Kargorr let out a monstrous growl, then yanked his hand free of her. He slathered the head of his cock in her wetness, and he bared his teeth as he crouched over her. Spreading her legs wide, he dragged himself through her wet petals, over her clit and back again, his hooded eyes watching her as she writhed and moaned and snapped her hips up to urge him inside her. Still he ignored her body’s pleas, just teasing her with the anticipation of him.

There was a new look in his eyes, something wild and fearsome, like he would eat her whole. Then he allowed the soft head of his cock to nudge at her entrance.

“You are mine,” he said, fisting his hand at the root as he started to push it inside. “You will always be mine.”

She wanted him, of course. She yearned for nothing else but to be filled by him. But he was saying something else this time, though perhaps it was hope that made her believe it.

Kargorr thrust inside her in one smooth motion, as if he could no longer hold it back. There he rested for a moment, settled where he belonged, panting. His huge body, the scar that rent his face in two, all of it came to rest in her heart.

As if he could hear her thoughts, her massive orc dropped onto one elbow so his heaving chest was flush with hers, his tusks brushing her cheeks. When he began to move, he remained deep inside her, simply rocking his hips back and forth to stay fully enveloped. Harder and harder, those lumps at the base of his cock pressed at her taut opening, pulsing against her. He began muttering in his tongue, something guttural and thick with need, as he thrust again and again. Cedar whined and thrashed as the two swells urged her open, demanding she give even more.

Kargorr pulled away enough that he could look at her,trulylook at her, and in his eyes, she saw a version of him she’d never seen before. Something softer, with none of the same cutting edges and high walls. He was, at last, exposed to her, and his truth...

It was not what she expected to find. He was more than just a beast, and inside him lay a soul as hungry for nurturing as hers.

Then, her body finally relented, and Kargorr eased the rest of the way inside her—those twin bulges stuffing her as full as she could take.

Cedar cried out, her arms lashing around his neck like a collar and her fingers tangling in his hair. She felt something shift in that moment, and she only wished she knew what it was.

Kargorr

She had been magnificent, his Cedar, giving Rathka a rather firm dressing-down. The orc woman looked just as shocked to see so much fire in her, to feel her fierce protectiveness and stern pride. It warmed him from his throat to his groin, to witness Cedar standing up for her pet with such fury. She knew her place and demanded others bend before it.

Kargorr would shed his own blood for her. He wouldbathein it for her. Now, inside her, her huge brown eyes gazing up into his, her soft eyebrows slack and her pink mouth round with her pleasure, he knew it in a place even deeper than his gut. His whole being vibrated with the need to finally take her, to claim her—and so, at last, he gave in to his every longing and sunk his throbbingsargainside her.

Cedar’s whole being bucked underneath him as he shoved his cock deep, where it was meant to be. She whimpered his name, and the sweet sound of her voice nearly sent him off the edge. But he had more to do.

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