Page 66 of The Orc's Rage

She sighed against him—a resigned sound—and yet she wound her arms around his waist, pressing her face to his chest.

It was the first time Kargorr had slept so soundly in weeks, with hisyapirafinally at his side.

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Cedar

He was leaving again.

It was all she could think about that day as she walked Kiya around the camp, to the snowfields where he could play. Rathka was, surprisingly, rather talkative, and Cedar wondered if she and Kargorr weren’t the only ones to make good use of their prior night together.

Everyone was busy preparing for Kargorr and Orgha’s caravans to depart. Even Carn was fashioning leather sacks for the journey, so Cedar put herself to work helping him. It was easier than contemplating how slow the time would pass while Kargorr was away.

The thought made her pause. She was foolish for pining after him when he hadn’t even left yet. He wouldn’t feel the same longing for her when he was gone.

But the way he had been with her last night... Cedar shook her head. He told her all sorts of lovely things. He had moved so slowly, so intentionally, looking right into her eyes as their bodies worked in perfect tandem. And yet while he said them inside the privacy of their tent, out here, in the camp, she was merely a possession.

That night, when the work of loading the wagons was finished and both caravans were ready, Kargorr found her and dismissed Rathka.

“See to youragsan,” he said under his breath, and Rathka gave him a startled look. Then she nodded and hurried away. Cedar could already hear the sounds of other orcs loudly finding their pleasure, and supposed they weren’t the only ones saying goodbye tonight.

Again, Kargorr enjoyed her slowly, working her up with his tongue and his fingers and bestowing attention on every part of her body. Then he sat back on their bed, against the big bear pelt she’d made for him, and set her down in his lap astride him. His eyes roamed over her while he mapped her out with his fingers, as if memorizing her.

“So beautiful,” she thought she heard him say. His hand slid up under her hair, pulling it away from her neck as he devoured her skin with his lips and teeth. He kissed every part of her as she rolled her hips.

“Take your pleasure.”

So she did, angling herself so the head of his cock slid through her petals, dragging her wetness up as she ground her clit against the crown. Her damp center kissed his length when she trapped it between her thighs, and she used him like he had asked, seeking out what felt good and then digging ever deeper.

But soon Cedar couldn’t bear it, and she needed too badly to be with him again, to swallow him up and be completed by him. His lip curled around his tusk as if he knew what she was thinking, and his big hands lent her strength as she sat up on her knees and, at her own speed, sank down on top of him. She brought him inside her body and cradled him there, and as she rocked, he stroked her breasts, hinting at the future with each pluck of her nipples.

Lord Kargorr let her stay that way, in control, guiding their speed and their motions, and she felt that tonight was different, that he was saying many unspoken things to her with his body, and weaving poetry as his black eyes bore into hers.

Cedar took as much as she could, knowing how long he might be gone, so that she could hold on to it and remember it. This new version of her would treasure it and use it to see her through until he returned.

She rode him until she had guided herself to her own finish; then Kargorr could no longer restrain himself, and he pushed her down into the bed, his eyes wild as he crouched over her. This time, he fucked her, plunging through her tight, wet heat while she was still swollen and sensitive. She soared again when those bulges at the base of his cock, hissarga, as he called them, squeezed inside her. Kargorr let out a grunt, almost painful sounding, as he shoved himself all the way in and at last, released.

He lay on top of her for a long time, their chests heaving in unison as they came back down to the ground. He lowered his face toward hers, his big hand now cupping the back of her head.

“Even when I am gone,” Kargorr said with surprising earnestness, his dark eyes burrowing into hers, “I will be thinking of you. I will be remembering this with you, little deer.” The swelling in hissargahad come down once more, and he gently eased himself out of her, turning her hips so he could lie next to her.

Cedar considered this, that he would be thinking of her, while surely she would be thinking of him. She couldn’t deny it.

“And then I will return,” he said with more certainty in his voice. “I will come back with great numbers and even greater strength. I will build up thisparoginto a force mighty and worthy.”

As he always had dreamed—a dream that she was not a part of. As long as he fought for power, he wouldn’t claim her.

So she took her hands away and curled them at her chest, because she didn’t want to visit that place of resentment.

“With thisparogat my back, and this fury and power at my behest,” Lord Kargorr said, lowering his head closer to her ear, “then perhaps it will make youragsanworthy of you, too.”

She tried not to give away how this affected her to hear. He wanted to be worthy ofher? She was a human. A plaything.

Lord Kargorr drew her into his arms, crushing her against his chest. Cedar couldn’t help touching him, her hands sampling the strong meat and thick skin, and his cock jumped against her thigh. His fingers returned to the place between her legs where she was dripping and sticky with his spend, and he pushed it back inside her, earning a low moan.

He took her again, slower, her back to his chest, her legs slung wide over his as he milked even more cries of pleasure from her lips.

Cedar wasn’t sure how she fell asleep, but she did it surrounded by the scent of Kargorr.

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