Page 67 of The Orc's Rage

Kargorr

It was painful to walk away from theparog, from the way Cedar was tentatively blooming for him. But he had said his goodbyes and kissed her softly inside the protective walls of the tent, and ran his hand across her belly, feeling the soft swell of it. He did not relish leaving her while she grew his orcling inside of her, but this was what he had to do in order to build the life he wanted for them.

And once he had grown his force large enough to do what he wanted to do, and had advanced upon the larger human settlements and burned them to the ground, only then he would claim hisyapirain front of everyone.

But within the first few days of their journey, he already hungered for her. Thirsted for her. Dreamed of her and pulsed with his need for her. They still had not had the opportunity to truly bond, to accept and fulfill the frenzy. It was an ache deep in his gut that worsened the farther away he traveled from her.

A few days from theparog, Lord Kargorr said goodbye to Orgha and the two groups split, one to court a new lord, and one to secure Lord Gannag’s fealty and convince him to join Kargorr’s cause.

Kargorr pushed his caravan hard, because the faster they reached their destination, the sooner he would convince Gannag and then return home.

A few of his warriors spoke of their own human concubines, some who had warmed up to their new masters, others who still resisted. There was an unspoken envy that Lord Kargorr’s concubine now trained a cat of her own and walked around the village, helping where she could and behaving in such a trustworthy fashion. They worried about leaving their own concubines alone for so long, and Kargorr wondered what sort of hold humans held over thegrrosekthat they fretted this way.

It was a hard journey up into the snowy mountains, but their mammoths were sturdy and plodded one foot in front of another, dragging their sledges behind them. Kargorr had more gifts this time, valuable ones, but he believed he held the greatest gift on his tongue: the promise of obliteration. Humans would once more bow before them if only thegrrosekcould work together.

At last, after two weeks of long, difficult climbing and crossing great tracts of tundra, they reached Lord Gannag’sparog. It spread out across an immense clearing, surrounded on all sides by forest that had been cut away to make room and build walls.

Lord Kargorr was greeted by warriors, all bearing axes, even more standing a distance away on guard towers with arrows aimed and ready. He instructed his own band to lay down their weapons, and once they had been determined suitably helpless, Lord Gannag came out to greet them.

He was older, older than Kargorr, but age could be deceptive. He moved as if he were stiff, but Lord Kargorr would not make a mistake in believing him weak. No weak orc was in charge of his ownparog, or another warrior would have ousted him already, someone younger and stronger.

“What brings you to our lands?” Lord Gannag asked as he approached, arms crossed behind his back. “One lord trespassing on another lord’s territory...”

“I understand,” Lord Kargorr said, letting his voice carry. “But I come bearing a proposal that I think might interest you immensely.”

This caught Gannag’s attention. He surveyed the gifts Kargorr had brought, and with a wry smile, he gestured into the camp.

“Fine, then,” he said. “Come in, have a drink, and make your case.”

It was a very good start indeed.

Still, unfortunately, it was a harder battle than Lord Kargorr had predicted. There was little love among thegrrosekfrom oneparogto another. Each of them had fought hard for their own territory and built their tents strong. What incentive did they have to leave it? And that’s what he was asking: for them to leave their homeland behind and relocate south, into warmer human lands. It was a move that might put their orclings at risk.

Yet what Lord Kargorr offered was a powerful carrot at the end of a stick. Lord Gannag detested human scum and the way they had destroyed this land while thegrrosekwere trapped in the ice. Kargorr could detect the weakness in the otherkazek’s armor, where he might be able to wedge a sword and peel him open.

Lord Gannag had noyapira, as manykazekdidn’t. Their only love should be for theirparog, for victory, for pillage and death. And so behind the walls of their command tent, Lord Kargorr instructed his second Samrak, to bring up Kargorr’s human concubine at the next opportunity.

“One of the delightful things about conquering,” Samrak said over the fire that evening, “is the prisoners.”

This piqued Lord Gannag’s interest.

“I’m planning to take one of my own,” the half-orc went on. “A human concubine. To sate my needs.”

“They are very pliable,” Lord Kargorr agreed. “Soft and small.” He had to stop himself there, as his mind went back to Cedar, and it grated on him to even speak of her this way. But while the idea had sparked some gasps of indignation among Lord Gannag’s leadership, thekazekhimself considered it.

“You have one, then?” he asked Kargorr, picking under his nail with his knife thoughtfully.

“I do.” All of his instincts wanted him to say the truth, that she was much more than that to him, but he knew better. “She has taken well to life in theparog. Humans are quite... adaptable.”

This thought settled in with Lord Gannag, and Kargorr let him sit with it for the following days. During this time, Lord Kargorr shared his plan, the size of the camp, the joined city he had planned should other lords choose to come to his cause. Gannag resisted mightily, hating the idea of living down in the warm lands and away from the tundra—but he could also see that Kargorr was right, and they would never be rid of the human pox unless they moved with a greater, more lethal force.

Though his campaign was going well, every night, Kargorr lay awake thinking of Cedar, of her belly getting fuller while he was away, how she was faring without him. Never had another consumed his thoughts like this before, and though it unnerved him to feel cold and hard without her presence there, he still answered the need. Every night, sometimes twice, he pulled out his cock and stroked it hard, hissargaswelling as they imagined being buried in Cedar’s flawless cunt.

Then at last, after two weeks in which Kargorr wondered if the tension among his own band of warriors and their hosts might finally erupt in blows, Lord Gannag relented.

“We will pick up everything, as we have not done in many years”—the other lord gave Kargorr a significant look, as if he didn’t know the pain himself—“and join you at your site. But if you’ve led me astray, know that I will gut you.”

Lord Kargorr accepted this.

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