Page 27 of Shackled to the Orc

“We can trust him.” He’s never gone against me.

Stabbing pain shoots through my head from my temple. The headache pulses relentlessly.

“Your head. The stillroot isn’t helping.”

“It’s nothing.”

She pulls herself out of the tub. Water drips down her breasts, and as I drink her up, my cock surges to life, the incessant painful need that will consume my being until I have her. She goes onto the bed behind me and runs her wet fingers over the back of my neck, working out the knots, the throbbing pain slowly soothing under her magical touch.

“I’m not going to pretend to know what it is to lead men. But I know what it is to make a mistake. I…I don’t like to talk about it. But there was a man I could have saved. He got into a terrible accident. His leg…it needed to be amputated. I knew it had to be. But he begged, he pleaded, he told me he didn’t want to live like that, and I thought…I thought maybe I was wrong. That I would be taking a man’s leg and leaving him like that for the rest of my life. It was two weeks after I became the healer for our village, after Mariel, the town healer, had to leave. It was the first time I was alone in a life or death situation.”

Her hands slow, then she presses her knuckles into my neck, the throbbing pain lessening. “His leg got infected, and he died three weeks later. Slowly. I gave him stillroot for the pain, and when I knew he wasn’t going to make it…I gave him a dose I knew he wouldn’t wake up from. Maybe you made the wrong decision, in that moment, and maybe you’d do everything you can to take it back, to change it, but you can’t, Khan. You can only live with it.”

I can hear her swallow. “And I knew if I did what Shug ordered me to, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.”

I turn, facing her. She’s shaking, her eyes wet with tears, and I look at her perfection, and I vow to myself…

I will get her out of here.

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MAYA

Guilt wracks my soul. It had been gnawing at me since I stepped into his room, this horrible sensation that I would damn him, damn his children, all to save my own life, and when he told me his story, the truth spilled past my lips.

It was the greatest relief.

He turns his head, staring at me, beautiful in his own way, this hulking monster of a man with broad, powerful features, his gleaming white fangs that could shear through muscles, his powerful shoulders, every inch of him masculine perfection designed to destroy his enemies, but that is not all he is.

He is a protector.

“I’m going to get you out of here, Maya,” he says, and then he kisses me. When he kissed me in the bathtub, the tension and guilt built up to an awful crescendo, but now all my fear melts away as I return his savage, hungry kiss, knowing instinctively that I am meant to be his. There is a desperation as our lips press together, as if he has been waiting lifetimes for this moment. He pulls me closer against him, and he’s burning up, as feverish lust boils up through me.

His tongue swirls against mine, then he breaks off the kiss, running his massive tongue down my neck. His hands roam wildly over my curves as his tongue slides down my neck. His fangs graze against my too-sensitive skin, and I can feel his heart pounding a wild rhythm against mine.

Khan presses me down against the bed, his body lit by the swaying light of the oil lamp, casting wild shadows over his powerful muscles. His huge hands squeeze my breasts, pulling my hard nipples upwards, and I moan in need as he presses my breasts together and runs his tongue over my nipples, back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through me. His hands are like iron, crushing my breasts together as he laves them with his tongue, then he runs that huge, hot, wet tongue down my stomach, pinching and pulling my nipples relentlessly, setting fire to every fiber of my being as I spread my legs instinctively for him and he kisses my virgin slit.

I’m soaking wet for him, trembling with lust as he laps at my pussy like he is dying of thirst, pure hunger, without technique, molten pleasure sending shockwaves through me as my hips buck upwards. He pinches my nipples with each lave of his tongue, and I moan out, overwhelmed by his power. His huge hands slide down my body, gripping my thighs, opening me up as he stares up at me, his green eyes wild, his black hair curling down his huge shoulders, every inch of him pure power. I can feel my orgasm welling up, and he grips my ass possessively, pulling me up against his mouth.

“Khan,” I gasp as the waves of pleasure rush through me. His tongue laps furiously, faster and faster, coaxing out every wave of pleasure, but instead of sating me, I feel so empty, so filled with need for him, my pussy tingling with desire to be claimed by the brute.

He mounts me, his huge body on top of me, his lips wet with my arousal, and his huge, throbbing cock rests on my stomach, the thick weight of it against me. He’s so fucking huge I can’t believe it, the massive, jade rod with two grapefruit-sized balls dangling beneath, so full of his seed. The smell of him overwhelms me, the deep musk of the beast, and my mind is swirling with the afterglow of the first orgasm that only makes me crave more. I know, deep down, that if he fucks me once, when he shoots every drop of his seed into me, I’ll be mated to him for eternity, that his seed will take root, and I can see in his burning green eyes he knows it too.

I grab his cock and stroke furiously with both hands, as he thrusts, wishing he was inside me, knowing that it would hurt, knowing he would ruin me forever, yet craving it more than I thought possible.

He roars as his cock stiffens, and it spurts, a huge, creamy load of seed that splashes against my mouth, the next rope of his cum coating my breasts. His voice booms out, and I know every gladiator in the compound can hear him, and I don’t care, stroking his pulsing cock, reaching down with one hand and massaging his huge balls as he unleashes on me, until I am covered in his seed. I turn, and his seed drips on the bed as he collapses next to me, panting, and I curl into his strength as he wraps his massive hands around me. I’m exhausted but more alive than ever before, my skin tingling, my heart racing, reality so intense it feels like a dream.

He kisses the back of my head, tender. “I will have you, Maya. I will get you free of this place, and I will have you. That is my promise.”

“I want that more than anything,” I whisper back, shivering with desire, aching for him to be inside me, aching for all his rage and power to be unleashed, for him to claim me and not hold back.

The specter of fear fills me. “Shug isn’t stupid. He’s tripled the guards. Crossbows.”

“I will find a way.”

He sounds so certain, I can almost believe him.

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