Page 28 of Sacrificed to the Orc

He pulls himself onto his side, holding me tight against his body, his cock softening slowly with every beat of his heart, plugging me full of his seed. My hands are trembling as I run them over his body, so real, and I stare into his green eyes. His gaze is filled with possessiveness, love and worship all mixed into one, and his breath is panting and raw.

“Hazel,” he gasps, finally, able to speak.

“Fuck. Askan,” I gasp, shocked, as he slowly pulls his cock from me. The seed unleashes in a torrent, streams of creamy white liquid tinted ever so slightly pink by the mark of my innocence, claimed and owned by the brute.

“Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, biting my lip. “Your seed…it’s like I was made for you.” I can still feel him inside me, stretched to the absolute limit, but the sensation is like the satisfying burn in my muscles after a long hike.

“You were. And I was made for you,” he says, and a smile comes to his lips, full of joy. “My mate,” he says, in a voice filled with wonder.

I reach up, tracing the lines of his hard jaw, clutching his stony visage, wanting to touch every inch of him at once.

I breathe in, and my brows furrow at the new depth of his smell.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I…” I breathe in, deeper, trying to place it. The faintest, golden hue to his scent. I never thought a smell could have color. “I taste gold.”

“You can smell my love?” His eyes widen in shock. “Your scent is golden hued to me, tinged with the fresh green of hope…”

I nuzzle my head into his chest, breathing him in. Then I taste something else, a dark, urgent red. “And what is that?”

He grins down at me. “Need, my mate. It’s growing in me already.”

I reach down. His cock, still huge when soft, is throbbing to life again. “Already?”

“I’m insatiable for you. I crave you like I’ve never hungered before. But you need a rest.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief, grinning at him. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll carry you,” he says, running his hands through my hair.

I can’t stop smiling as he holds me tight, and against the strength of his being, I find it easy to let my mind relax, to let sleep wash over me with the promise of a new day by his side.

17

ASKAN

Istir from sleep, inhaling the perfect scent of my mate, taking my time to enjoy the subtle relaxation in her smell as she sleeps deeply, fully relaxed. Her petite form is nestled against me, and I love her warmth, the curved perfection of her figure.

She’s so tiny, yet my entire world is in my arms. As I lay there, I marvel at the mammoth vine that erupted from the tiny crack in the cave floor. It winds around one of my chairs, leaves splayed, basking in the sunlight pouring in. The sides of the cave are covered in a thick, mossy blanket.

She created that, with just her song, and I can’t help but stare down at the soft lines of her face, her messy hair tumbling over her chin, and I imagine what else we will create together. Emotion bubbles within me, visions of her cradling our child, the echoing laughter of half-orc children playing. Taking care not to disturb her rest, I extricate myself from our shared embrace. She murmurs softly as I stand and stretch, walking to the entrance of the cave. The furious blizzard calmed, gentle pregnant snowflakes falling from the sparse clouds above.

The scene outside makes my eyes widen.

From our cave’s entrance, a miraculous oasis spreads. Where thick snow should blanket, green shoots defy the season. Between the rocky outcrops, thorned vines have risen, plump with vibrant red and purple frost berries hanging. Mountain flowers have bloomed, pale petals unfurling towards the morning sun.

“Hazel!” I can’t stop myself from gasping out in shock, shattering the tranquility. She rises from her deep slumber, her messy locks cascading down her face as she blinks awake. She can see my excitement, and she grabs the fur blanket, throwing it over her shoulder and walking to the entrance.

She exhales, soft and amazed. “How did…”

I can only grin at her, pulling her close next to me as we bask in the splendor she birthed. In the moment of ecstasy, she screamed out notes of power.

Her stomach grumbles loudly, and she grabs her boots, pulling them on and tripping over her feet in her haste. As she slips them on, I step out, walking over a patch of lush, thick grass and plucking a handful of frost berries, so juicy it is as though they ripened under the snows for a season. I offer them to her, putting them one by one past her plump lips as she closes her eyes in happiness, chewing until they stain her mouth red. I can’t help but laugh.

“What!” she says, indignant, her eyes flashing open.

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