Page 52 of The Orc's Rage

Cedar

He was a demon. A beast.

A monster.

When Lord Kargorr pulled away from his bruising, demanding kiss, there was nothing left in his black eyes—they were empty save for the red that glowed around the edges. This was surely how his victims saw him, covered in dried blood, his face contorted in his thirst for the kill.

Cedar’s tunic split open with an audibleripas his claws tore it from her body. The bitter, icy wind hit her bare skin, and she tried to cover herself, but he had both of her wrists clutched tight in his one huge hand. His chest heaved, and the air filled with steam from his breath as he traced her breast. Then he slid further down, snapping the laces of her pants, and Cedar’s pulse sped up. He was truly terrifying, and how she could ever have thought he cared for her...

She was a fool.

When Cedar was at last exposed to him, the bitter chill whipping over her skin, she gave up fighting. There was nothing she could do to escape him, not now. She had left her dagger behind—another stupid mistake.

He had told her to always keep it with her. She wondered if it was because he thought she might need to use it onhim.

Lord Kargorr snarled as he yanked down the front of his breeches, and that huge, familiar dark green cock of his emerged. Cedar had tried to hold in her fear, but now she sobbed knowing what he planned to do with it.

“You aremine,” he thundered, his voice shaking her bones. “Only mine. Forever.”

All she could do was nod in understanding as her limbs fell limp. Cedar would never be free again.

Keeping her arms above her head, Kargorr hooked his hand under her ass and lifted her off the ground. Her body cried for his, but her heart was quiet. He lined himself up, and she closed her eyes as the head of his cock made its way inside her.

Her mind rebelled at how good he felt, how she grew slick and wet for him as he finally buried himself inside her. A moan escaped her lips as he reeled his hips back, then plunged into her again. And again.

She moved like a doll as he took her, owning her, claiming her over and over. Those lumps at the base of his cock pressed harder and harder against her opening, and she cried out as she started to give way to them.

“Never forget,” he said as he thrust in again, deeper. “Never forget who you belong to. Myyapira.”

The word startled her. Had she heard him right? Hisyapira?

His cock dragged along the sensitive lining of her channel, the pleasure she fought winding higher and higher. Tears slipped free from her eyes at how her body betrayed her, how it sought the rest of his cock to fit inside her.

And then it did. The bulges on his shaft slipped through, spreading her as wide as she could go, and her tears flowed even more freely as her peak took her. It catapulted her into the flames, and then dragged her back out again, right into ice water. He fucked her harder, those lumps slicking in and out while her pussy clenched down around him. Kargorr groaned, his black eyes burrowing into her.

“Myyapira,” he muttered, over and over, until he began to swell. Cedar felt as if her body might simply squeeze down to a dot and then vanish.

Kargorr roared one last time as he jettisoned everything inside her, and she felt the hot rush of his seed filling her. The swollen bulbs at the base of his cock had lodged in her again, and to her horror, she felt his huge heart beating next to hers.

They were reunited now. She was forever tied to a creature of pain, destruction, and death.

When at last Kargorr was finished with her, Cedar fell to her knees in the snow and wept.

Kargorr

He shook his head again, trying to clear the red haze that had taken over. He could hear Cedar crying, and he longed for nothing more than to stop it.

But he had done it. He was the reason she kneeled helpless on the ground before him, her gentle sniffles filling the night air.

He pulled up his pants, then reached down and lifted her out of the snow, fully naked. She didn’t object, simply shivered in his arms as he brought her in close to his chest. She stayed with her head turned away from him, her eyes focused on nothing. He bent to snatch up her cloak and lay it across her in his arms, hoping to stave off the frigid chill.

Her clothing was in ruins. There was no hope for them, so he left them there, like a grave marker. The place where he had reclaimed what was his; the place where any innocence left between them had died.

Cedar didn’t speak as he carried her back on foot, Liga following at a safe distance behind. When Kargorr entered the camp, the othergrrosekturned to stare. Perhaps it was obvious what had happened; perhaps his authority would be questioned for not keeping his woman on a leash. But he would not have hisyapirawhipped, so he ignored them until he reached their tent, and then stepped inside.

Kiya growled as Kargorr passed. Perhaps the cat didn’t recognize him anymore. He laid Cedar on the furs, and she remained where he put her. Kargorr untied Kiya, then returned to the bed, where hisyapirastill had not moved. Tears slid over her nose, dripping down to the blankets, but she made no sound as he lay beside her.

He combed back through his memory, trying to remember anything outside the fog of his rage. Why had she done this? Why now?

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