Page 30 of Marked By Feral Monsters
My mind circles back again, to the thing I should not be thinking.
If the footprint I saw earlier today was anything to go by, I knew there was no way I could ever actually fuck an orc. It wouldn't just split me in half—it would be a complete physical impossibility.
And yet...
And yet, I can't stop thinking about orc cock.
Were they ugly? Strangely shaped? As massive as I imagined?
The thoughts swirl, keeping sleep elusive. It doesn't help when Skyler sneaks back into our tent with Ergo. They don't even try to be quiet. Eventually, I'm too tired to ignore the pull of sleep. The last thing I remember is the rustling of furs, skin slapping, and Ergo's guttural grunts.
Having no real interests or skills, the elders collectively decided to give me the job of foraging. According to Devis, it's one thing even I can't fuck up. And since I share sleeping quarters with Skyler, and she's never seemed as bothered by me as others, I've followed her lead over the last year, learning about mushrooms and berries. What to pick, when to leave them to ripen.
This morning, though, she excitedly told me that the elders had asked her to stay home and continue working on a long-term plan for gathering food, in case we lose the north to the orcs. But we always travel in pairs, and the other foragers had already left to scout the new locations.
Skyler gave me clear instructions, but I would be alone today. She seemed a little concerned that I wouldn't have anyone with me, but I assured her I would be fine and tried not to take it too personally that I was the only person leaving camp alone.
The sun shone through the canopy as I followed the trail, casting patterned shadows on the forest floor. I kept getting distracted, finding a bunny, and then a fox, following them into the brush before remembering I had to keep to task.
In my arms, I swung a woven basket, one I didn't make, so its form was round and deep, perfect for foraging. I tried to pay attention, searching for the telltale signs of wild berries. It took some time before I confidently identified a patch. Carefully, I knelt, examining the leaves, just to triple-check they weren't the poisonous kind.
I once accidentally collected an entire basket worth of poisoned berries, but luckily I had Skyler with me and she noticed before we returned to camp. It was better to come home empty-handed than with berries that could kill you.
I plucked only a few from each bush, leaving plenty for the birds, just as Skyler instructed.
It's barely mid-morning. Despite the dense forest, the sun already felt thick and hot in the air, and it was like walking through a blanket of humidity. I thought longingly of the waterfall at the tip of our northern trail.
And of the orc's tracks.
I'm all alone out here in the middle of the forest. No one would know if I went north. I haven't been gone that long yet. It wouldn't take much time to backtrack and still collect berries along the way. There's even a promising mushroom grove we found a few days ago but didn't have time to explore.
I should keep going, following Skyler's map. That's what she would want me to do. What the elders, what Devis expects of me.
I take a few steps. Pause. A few more.
And then I look down at the handful of berries in my basket. A familiar hollowness settles in my chest, my shoulders slumping with the weight of insecurity. If Skyler were with me,we'd have full baskets by now. We'd be on our way back to camp to drop them off before venturing out for more.
Why can't I pay attention? Why can't I focus on the task at hand without getting sidetracked?
I take another step. My mind and my heart are at war, one part urging me not to do anything stupid that will get me kicked out of our village, sent to live alone in the forest to fend for myself.
But the other part of me thinks:would that be so bad?
A few more beats, and then I give up all pretense of foraging, and I'm walking north. Like magic, my mind stays focused as I cut through the woods, searching for the orc tracks.
Every single step thrills me. This is reckless. If the elders found out, they might never forgive me for this transgression.
But the temptation is too strong to resist. I search for over two hours until I'm back on familiar terrain, a few miles north of camp, close to our usual trails. And that's where I find it—the subtle depression in the forest floor, broken twigs and branches… the footprint. It's just as big as I remembered. A surge of excitement rushes through me as I stare down at the tracks.
It's not that I had expected to find an orc, but as I stand there, alone, with nothing but forest creatures to witness my insanity, I let my mind wander to the forbidden, just as it had in bed last night.
The mere thought, the fantasy of finding a male that big, has me practically shaking, pressing my legs together, squeezing my pussy to stave off the empty need building inside me with every step I take.
Why wasn't I satisfied, like the others?
Why did I need more?
Why could a man like Tika or Ergo not give me what I needed, when every other woman they bedded slept satisfied beside them each night?
