Page 65 of The Orc's Rage

Cedar thought certainly he would stop, that Kargorr would punish her for not giving him the answer he wanted by ending this. Instead, he groaned atop her and sank his cock even deeper on his next thrust. It tore an answering cry from her lips, because he still wasn’t there, not quite there, where she so desperately needed him. Again he glared down at her, fire burning at the edges of his eyes.

“You won’t say you’re mine?” he demanded, withdrawing himself again, hovering on the edge of her. She canted her hips up, desperate to bring him back in, while nodding furiously. As long as he kept her a secret, she would never give in to this request.

“No,” Cedar managed between gasping breaths.

Kargorr grit his teeth and finally, at long last, buried himself deep inside her. It sent a burst of heat racing across her body, to her hands and feet and throat. Once more he reeled his hips back, and once more he drove his cock in, demanding that she make room for him. Her cry was louder this time, and her hands gripped his shoulders tight, her legs locking around his hips. His hot breath fell across her cheeks as he plunged in again and again, filling her so full she thought she might splinter into pieces. Every stroke dragged the head of his cock along her channel, sending sparks from her belly up to her throat.

Then, she felt them: those two thick lumps at the base of him teased the edges of her, striking her tight opening with each thrust. Kargorr growled low in his chest.

“You will take mysarga,” he grunted, seizing her hips so he could drag her up even higher, changing his angle to an even more searingly blissful degree. “My orcling will grow fat and strong inside you. And I will fuck you like this,” he drove in hard, seeking out that tender place inside her and yanking a scream from her lips, “until youknowyou are mine.”

Cedar had no words left as that bulge worked its way in, further and further with every snap of his hips, until nonsense was tumbling from her lips. Surely they would never fit inside her, not with how close she was, how tight he had wound her. But her pussy was soft for him, open for him, and when they at last slipped inside, she knew he was right.

But she wouldn’t tell him, not until he could admit that he was hers, too.

Kargorr

Her obstinance was a drug, like those flower seeds he had heard about that could drive an orc to madness. She had so much will that he had been holding back his finish for too long, and hissargabegged to release inside her.

His Cedar was so lovely spread out under him, so ripe and full of life, that he bit his lip to keep from letting go too soon. No, he had work to do. Hissargamade a lovely squelching with every pump of his cock, and her cries ratcheted louder and louder. Now she was squeezing him oh-so-tightly, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, her fingers digging into him like claws as she ascended. He’d never felt her so exquisitely tight, and as she finally reached her powerful finish, he struggled just to keep pumping.

“Yes, little deer,” he growled as she wailed her pleasure, as her heels dug into his back. “Scream for me.”

As hissargaswelled, he sunk into her one last time. She closed around him, sealing him inside her small body. All his muscles tensed with how glorious she felt, and with a roar, he unleashed. Cedar moaned again as he poured all of himself into her, as her perfect cunt held him fast. He managed not to fall on her, their panting breaths mingling in the air between them.

Finally, Cedar opened her brown eyes, which were soft and warm with her satisfaction, and gazed up at him. Kargorr leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, his tusk catching in her hair. With a breathless giggle, she reached up to untangle it. It was such a rare sound that he tried to memorize it, so he could keep it safe forever.

More than anything, he wanted to shout that she was his. That he had found his one, and the wholeparogwould recognize her.

But he couldn’t. Not until he could secure their future.

Instead, he kissed her, savoring every inch of her lips. When the swelling in hissargafinally came down, he gently withdrew himself, and his seed spilled out onto the furs. Cedar moaned as he rolled over, then curled against him.

“Little deer,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. “I must leave again.”

She stiffened in his arms, then pulled her head away. A frown tilted her full lips.

“Why?”

“I am going to propose a coalition to anotherparog,” he answered. “Work together to achieve my goals.”

Cedar was quiet for a long time, and Kargorr thought perhaps she had fallen asleep.

Eventually, she spoke. “How long will you be away?” Her voice was small, uncertain. He pulled her in closer and pressed his lips to the crown of her head, inhaling her sweet scent.

“I do not know. It’s two weeks’ ride, if not longer, to reach them. It will take time to negotiate. I may have to work hard to convince Lord Gannag.”

“And then as much time to come home,” she said into his chest. Slowly, Kargorr nodded. He slid his hand down her side, then over the curve of her belly. It was still early, but he wondered if when he returned, his orcling might be larger, more prominent. The idea excited him, as much as he loathed leaving her alone for so long.

“You will have Rathka,” he said, stroking her hair. “And Kiya.”

Cedar huffed, and he was pleased to find her so reluctant to be separated. Perhaps while he was away, the wound would scab over and eventually heal.

“Rathka’s a bitch,” Cedar said, curling her hands into fists between them. “And Kiya... he’s getting older. He should be with the others.”

Kargorr sighed, wishing he didn’t have to leave her so soon, when the fence between them was just mending.

“I will return as quickly as possible,” he promised her, curling her leg around his. “To you and to our orcling.”

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