Page 27 of Sacrificed to the Orc

I crave his touch, his embrace, but he stands, looking down at me, and pulls the fur coat from his body and drapes it over me. Then he sits at the simple wooden chair, one of a pair, at the tiny table. He swallows, hard, looking out into the blizzard.

I cough, sitting up. “Askan, you’re scaring me,” I say, my voice trembling at the hard expression on his face, his stony visage taut as he clenches his jaw. A silence lingers between us, filled with unsaid words, and the crackling of the fire seems louder in its wake. “You saved my life.”

“I brought you into hell.”

“And you brought me out of it.” I pull myself up, my strength returning as the warmth of the fire seeps into my bones.

I sit on the chair across from him, reaching out, putting my hand gently on his. His skin is rough, but warm, the callused hands meant for an axe. Finally, he meets my gaze, and I see the guilt and pain etched in his eyes.

He pulls his hand back. “When the snows stop, I will bring you back to your village. You will never see my cursed presence again.”

“But I’ll look for you, every day of the rest of my life.”

“You don’t mean that.”

I inhale deeply, tears glisten in my eyes. The flood of emotions, the terror and stress that melts away when I am with him, drowns me. “I do.”

His lips curl back, showing his beastly fangs. “I can only corrupt you, Hazel. I can only imprint you with my rage. I am forsaken, now. I will be hunted down to the ends of the earth.”

“You’re not a monster.”

“I took you to slit your throat. I took you to sacrifice you. That stain is on my heart. I can live as a hunted beast. But I will not give you that life.” The blood-moon tattoo on his vast, muscled chest pulsates, echoing the beat of his heart. Its glow casts an ethereal light over the runic tattoos that cover his frame, marking his greatest shame. I breathe, and taste his musky, primal scent, the deep, enticing smell that is only his, letting my eyes run over his broad shoulders and the bulging muscles of his arms.

“You’re the only place I will ever feel safe again,” I whisper, my voice stained with emotion.

He squeezes his eyes shut in pain, leaning back in the chair. “Askan, breathe in my scent. Taste the truth of my words.”

His nostrils flare as he tastes me, and his bright green eyes flash open. “How can you forgive me?”

“Because I can’t live without you.”

He reaches out, taking my hand in his, his huge, green hand enveloping mine. It makes my heart quicken as I see how small I look compared to him. “Tell me you’ll keep me safe. Forever.”

His eyes flash with fury. “No man will ever touch you again but me,” he growls. “Nothing will hurt you. That is my promise.”

He stands, huge and towering, and pulls me closer to him. He leans his head down, running his hands through my hair, staring down at me with worship, like he can’t believe I exist. His nostrils flare, and his body tenses, his huge cock throbbing and growing, pressing against me. “I’m scared I’ll ruin you, Hazel. The Mating Rage…” His words are low and growly, his body igniting with feverish need.

“Ruin me,” I gasp, and he kisses me, hard and hungry, his warm, wet tongue sliding into my mouth, and I meet his kiss, losing myself to complete surrender, knowing that once his beastly lusts inflame him, there’s no going back. I’m so tiny, so small and helpless as he gropes me, his huge hands gripping my ass and pulling me against his thickening cock, but I get a surge of power, this strange sensation that I and I alone can turn the orc warrior into a rutting beast.

He growls as he lifts me to the thick bed of furs, placing me down, his huge bulk pressing against me as he pulls my clothes off, his fingers clumsy in his abject need. He pulls my pants down, and my pussy glistens with lust, his nostrils flaring as he tastes my utter ache for him. He rips his loincloth off, throwing it aside, and his huge, monstrous green cock stands straight up, throbbing with need. It’s too big, too thick, the head a deeper, reddish color, filled with blood, and he drips seed endlessly, thick, pearly streams of it from the tip as he presses it against my slit.

The lightning pleasure teases me as he presses his cock up and down against my virgin pussy, opening the lips with his cock, every muscle in his body flexed to the absolute limit as his eyes roll back, trying to control himself from forcing every inch of his steel-hard dick into me and ruining me. I pant as I stare at him, my nipples hard and desperate, my head on a thick fur pillow.

“Hazel,” he groans, his words coming out in a snarl, as if he is losing his ability to speak, his green emerald eyes staring at my cunt, fixated, unable to do anything in his lust to breed me. His huge hands clasp my thighs, opening me up for him, and I run my hands over my breasts, panting in a mixture of pure need and fear that heightens every sensation. The stink of him fills my nostrils, the masculine, sweaty scent ofman,and his hips buck forward as he presses the huge head of his cock into me.

I moan in pain as he stretches me open, his hands clutching painfully hard on my thighs, forcing me completely open as he thrusts. I watch as my inner pussy lips are spread to the limit as my body is helpless to resist his might, and he presses in. I feel the rip of my innocence, the shooting pain that makes me whimper as the head of his cock breaks me, and he gasps, fangs gleaming as he lets go of my legs, running his hands over my body, then wrapping his huge biceps around me and pulling me against his sweaty chest. He kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth as he thrusts, deeper and deeper, and his cock spurts endlessly, the alien orc seed somehow turning the pain into the darkest, deepest stretching pleasure.

“Askan,” I gasp, and his growls answers me. He pulls his head back, panting, and I see the flash of worry in his green eyes, the last shred of his self holding back. My mouth is open, my body on fire with need.

“Make me yours,” I gasp, the words flowing from my mouth before I even think them, and my invitation ends the last shred of his resistance, and he loses himself completely to the mating rage, forcing his huge green cock deeper and deeper into me. He wraps his biceps around me tighter, pulling against his might, his hands sliding down to my ass, pulling me up against his dick as he impales me.

My eyes roll back in the urgent, overwhelming pleasure, and the moans and whimpers that come from my mouth are uncontrollable as he pulls back, until only the huge, thick head of his cock is in me, then slams himself deep into me. He pounds me, as if the only purpose of every inch of his strength is to breed me, in and out, losing control.

Deep, insistent pleasure builds in me, and I can barely remember my own name, lost in the rush of sensation. All I can see is his green, monstrous shape, the glint of the firelight on his fangs, the crazed black mane of his hair as sweat pours down from him and onto me, marking me as his and his alone. Any other orc would smell his stink, know that I am his territory, and that drives me insane as another thought surges up in my mind, of my belly swollen with his son as I stand by his side, so that all know I am his and he is mine.

I scream out in ecstasy as my orgasm flows over me, the sound of my cries taking on an ethereal, thrumming note, and the fire flares up, igniting higher in the hearth, the moss of the cave growing and spreading, a tiny, hardy plant that fought for existence against the stone sprout upwards, becoming a thick, twisting vine as it wraps around the chair and touches the roof.

He can’t hold back. His cock stiffens even harder, swelling larger, so deep it feels like he is in my stomach as my pussy clenches against his manhood as if my orgasm was designed to milk the alpha of his seed, and he unleashes. The sudden pressure of the jets of cum painting me as he shoots rope after rope of his orcish seed deep into my fertile womb makes my scream take on a higher, sonorous note, and his roar of victory answers mine, echoing in the cavern.

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