Page 34 of Shackled to the Orc

“Khan, wait,” I whisper, and his sword stays, as the crowd watches intently, not knowing if he’s about to kill me.

“I will no longer be a puppet for them,” he growls, and I glance up, trying to check the reactions of the pitmaster, to see if they heard. Khan is looking down at me, his emerald eyes filled with pain, and if he doesn’t fuck me in front of the crowd, he’s going to be executed for disobeying.

He stares down at my naked body, my legs outstretched, my virgin slit exposed, and the crowd disappears as I focus on every inch of his brutal strength, and the feverish need infects me, washing over me. His nostrils flare, and he tastes my need, confused. I let it wash over me. I don’t fight it. I picture his huge, jade-colored cock stretching me out as I am trapped, unable to escape, and my nipples harden, my body sensitive and begging for his touch.

It’s the only thing I can do to get us out of here alive. Men are killed for less defiance.

“They don’t even exist,” I say, my voice barely a whisper, and he drops his sword to the ground. His cock is surging up, uncontrollably, his body reacting to my need. He undoes his loincloth, and it drops to the ground, and I can hear gasps from the crowd, shocked at his sheer size as his monstrous member rears up to its full length, already dripping creamy white pre-cum.

He steps forward, closer to me, and I focus on his emerald eyes, his broad, honest features, the sheer strength of his being, and I know I was meant to be his. “Take me,” I say, inviting him, giving him permission to lose control, to let the beastly rage that has been barely held back focus entirely on me.

He rests his cock against my virgin slit, and each throb of his cock makes my body answer with a pulse of desire. I pull against the shackles, wanting to run my hands over his muscled body, wanting to grab him and pull him closer. His huge hands grip my inner thighs, pressing me open further, and I can’t stop staring at his thick cock as he grinds into me in an agonizingly slow thrust. His pre-cum seems to soothe me, as if it is designed for his species to be able to breed with too-small humans, and I gasp in pain and pleasure as he plunges into me, so steel-hard that my body cannot resist. There’s a flash of pain as he tears through my innocence, binding me to him for eternity, then his cock pulses again, splashing my inner pussy walls with his orcish pre-cum, and the pain recedes, until only the too-intense, stretching pleasure remains.

Khan’s eyes widen, blazing with feral hunger as he groans in pleasure, thrusting deeper and deeper into me, then he pulls back, leaving me feeling so empty, only the tip of his cock stretching me open, before he thrusts into me, brutally hard, his huge dick stretching me apart as he loses control, growling like a beast as he grips my legs tight and fucks me like a beast. The pleasure is deep and intense, and I melt under his dominance. He is relentless, hammering me in hard thrusts, and when I stare down I can see my inner pussy lips gripping onto his cock, stretched beyond belief, each thrust sending a new wave of sensation coursing through me.

He snarls like a wild animal, his hands leaving red marks on my legs as I give myself to him completely, surrendering to the blissful, too-intense ecstasy of being mated by the brutal warrior.

My orgasm is forced out of me, my pussy clenching against his massive dick as I am desperate for his seed, aching for it more than air, and he roars, his intense eyes staring straight into mine as he unleashes inside me.

He pulls back, his cock slowly softening, slick with his cum and tinged pink from my innocence, staring down at me possessively, but his eyes flash with rage as he glances up at the crowd, sharing the same hatred as me for the bloodthirsty crowd.

He tears himself from me, stomping out of the arena and through the portcullis gate, as his seed drips from my stretched pussy, and I lay back, exhausted.

All of the eyes on me are meaningless. All their jeers and whistles do not touch me, background noise.

I will be free of this place, by Khan’s side.

20

KHAN

Istorm down the hallway, ignoring the other gladiators who greet us after the fight, rushing to my bedroom, my nostrils flaring as I desperately search for her scent. I pray to the Gods who forsook me that Shug brought her back here, and hasn’t imprisoned her deeper in the estate.

To my relief, she is there, laying on the bed, changed into an ill-fitting peasant’s dress. She’s laying back on the bed, and when I burst in, she gets up, rushing to me, and I wrap her up in my arms. I hold her tight against my body, not speaking, breathing in her scent, because I feared that Shug would take her from me, lock her up in his estate.

I hold her for long minutes, running my hands through her hair, when finally, she pulls herself from my arms.

“Khan, who are you fighting next?”

“A human fighter. Strong, but he doesn’t have a chance. Why?”

She bites her lip. “I…I’ve got a bad feeling about it. I don’t know why.”

“Nothing will happen to me. I’ve survived worse.”

She slumps down on the bed, the rage I saw in her when she was restrained to the wooden table evaporated. “How are we going to get out of here? He’s got guards everywhere. I tried…I looked for a way out. There’s none. He’ll know soon that I did something to your seed when those three women don’t get pregnant, he’ll know, and he’ll…I don’t know what he’ll do, but it’s going to be bad. He told me I won’t be free until they’re pregnant with your sons. And we can’t let that happen, Khan. We can’t.”

I feel so powerless. All my strength, all my will, and I cannot soothe her anxious worry. I don’t want to just tell her it’s going to be alright. I don’t want to tell her I can get her out of here, because that is just words.

I close the door behind me and sit at my chair, my mind racing. “One man would get cut down by crossbow bolts trying to escape. But not all of us. I can rally the gladiators. The walls are tall, but with the half-orcs lifting men…”

“He’s expecting that. He knows we could try. It’s too risky.”

I grab the side of my table, impotent frustration filling me.

Her brows furrow as she thinks. “I think he’s going to sell his stable to that new pitmaster. Alf. I think he wants to get out of the gladiator trade.”

“Why do you think that?”

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