Page 74 of The Orc's Rage

Perhaps it was that she found life here much more suited to her. She ate well and slept in warm furs, and she had Kiya. It was more than she’d ever been given by humankind, so maybe it was best that they fell to the orcs. Orcs believed children should have childhoods and would not sell off their own young for a cow.

The moon was high in the sky when Lord Kargorr hooked his thumbs in her pants and pulled them down her thighs. His fingers ventured up under her tunic, and he growled in her ear as he eased himself inside her. Cedar watched the other orcs, many buried up to the hilt in each other, as Kargorr fucked her in his lap, and she would have met her finish much sooner had Lord Gannag not been avidly watching the entire time.

Kargorr carefully did not use those lumps at the base of his cock on her, hissarga, which felt significant. That was only for them, in private, she understood now.

His seed was still dripping from her thighs when she heard Gannag speak.

“Perhaps when you are done,” he said dryly in Orcish, “I could whet her on my own cock.”

Lord Kargorr sat up abruptly, still lodged in her. “I must not have heard you correctly,” he said in a warning tone. “Surely you are not asking for my concubine’s cunt?”

This time, Cedar could not hide that she understood. Her eyes went wide and she gaped at Lord Gannag, as Kargorr’s hands tightened around her.

“Ah,” Gannag said, smiling ruefully. “She knows more of our language than you think, Kargorr. Still, she is but your toy, is she not?”

Was that how he spoke of her when she wasn’t around? Of course it was. They all knew her as his concubine, and concubine only.

“She is bearing my orcling,” Lord Kargorr said at last, his cock sliding out of her.

“Then she’ll bear mine next,” said Gannag. “Once she has shown she can produce such strong offspring as you predict, perhaps your next gift to me can be this lovely wet basket of yours.”

A ripple of pure rage spread down Cedar’s spine. Surely he wasn’t asking this.

That’s when she heard a growl behind her, low and rumbling, as threatening as one of the cats when they fought over a scrap of leftover meat. Lord Gannag quirked a brow as Kargorr clutched her closer, tighter.

“She is not for sale,” Lord Kargorr said gruffly. It was clear that he was reining in his baser impulses, because his body was nearly vibrating underneath hers.

“But you have given me so many lovely gifts tonight, perhaps you can grant me this one more?” Lord Gannag stumbled closer. “No pretty orc woman from yourparoghas propositioned me tonight. That is rather unfair, isn’t it, when your own cock fares much better?”

The big orc leaned forward, so his face was in Cedar’s. Lord Kargorr surged to his feet behind her, immense, scarred, his eyes like the night.

“I think it fair that I have a hole in which to spend myself,” Lord Gannag said with an eerie smile.

Cedar answered. She answered quickly, her hand moving before she had a moment to think twice about what her actions might mean, what consequences they might have. The slap of flesh echoed, carrying in the night air.

She withdrew her hand, holding it close to her chest as if protecting an offending animal that didn’t know better. Lord Gannag’s head was turned to one side, the skin across his cheek dark green from where she’d struck him. Her fingers reflexively fell to her dagger, tucked into the belt around her waist.

It was only then Cedar realized the whole gathering had gone quiet, and every orc nearby was watching. Others approached, now that it had been noticed the two lords were already in conflict.

This was everything she had been trying to avoid, and now she was right at the center of it.

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Kargorr

His marvelous woman.

Lord Kargorr’s rage quieted just for this moment as he gazed upon her, at her shaking shoulders and proud, angry face. Cedar had understood precisely what Lord Gannag said about her, and she had acted. She was beautiful and strong, and would make a fine mother to his orclings. Her ferocity represented everything he sought to create, the shape of the world he wished to carve from stone and flesh.

It would all look like her, right now, having spoken against a great, powerful, terrifying lord.

“A concubine?” asked Lord Gannag, slowly turning his head back to face them. He glared down his nose at Cedar and raised his own hand. “A concubine wouldhitme?” He was rippling with his fury, and when his fist swung in retaliation...

Lord Kargorr caught it. He seized the otherkazek’s wrist, and slowly, with a far superior strength, lowered Gannag’s arm.

“Perhaps you have not heard me,” Lord Kargorr snarled. “This woman ismine, bearingmyorclings, forever until the end of time. You will not put your cock in her.Ever.” His own rage burned bright as he brought Cedar to his side, and his hand fell to the long knife he kept at his waist for eating.

“She is a plaything.” Lord Gannag spit on the ground. “A body for our pleasure, and I’ve had to watch you have all the fun.” His beady eyes hung on Cedar, who now remained at Kargorr’s side. “She is human, Kargorr. She is nothing. And now, she will die for what she’s done.”

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