Page 36 of Marked By Feral Monsters
And then I laugh.
It bubbles up out of me, slow at first, low in my belly, until my chest is shaking and I can't hold it in. I release nearly as muchtension from laughing as I did when I came, feeling the invisible weight on my shoulders lift away, one rock at a time.
I can't stop laughing, wiping tears and cum out of my eyes. Because, what the fuck just happened?
If Devis could see me now…
Ulack wipes my eyes with his thumb, clearing my lashes. When I can see clearly again, his expression is warm.
Is he still ugly, with his heavy brow and big teeth, tusks and green skin? No.
Strange, yes. Different. But not ugly.
That was the best ride of my life. My heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest. Ulack's soft, almost shy smile makes me want to cry.
Then he says quite bluntly, "I think you can take more fingers."
I cough in response, but before I can come up with anything to say, he leans down and kisses my forehead, tusks scratching my skin. "Come, I'll take you to the waterfall below and clean you properly. Then we can play some more."
I laugh in Ulack's arms while he easily drops down the cliff, dipping us into the water below. We swim, and I get lost in him. We talk and play, and when the sun eventually lowers in the sky, I finally allow myself to think about what I've been ignoring all afternoon.
"Ulack?" I call out. He perched me on a tree branch hanging over the water, jutting out of the cliff. He looks like he's having fun swimming and playing in the water.
He's nothing like the orcs we learned about growing up. There isn't a hint of violence, of blood and gore. He's gentle with me. Thoughtful. Are they all like this? Or is he different, like me?
"Ulack?" I call again. His ear twitches, and he disappears beneath the water before emerging from beneath me.
"Yes, Eden?"
"I need to head back to my village soon." I don't want to go, but contemplating staying here with him isn't possible. All of this… It's pretend.
Ulack stares at me for a long moment. His shoulders drop. Every slight movement he makes is exaggerated because of his size. It's so obvious how he's feeling. I think this orc actually likes me.
"I will bring you home to your people," he sighs.
"No," I rush. "No, they won't understand. I should go back alone."
"Are you safe with them?"
"Of course. Why would you ask that?"
Ulack hums before climbing out of the water. He grabs hold of the tree I'm perched in, swiping me up with one hand, then traverses the cliff, grabbing onto branches before pulling us back up over the cliff, to the same rock we met at. It's so fun being plucked and lifted, carried like a rag doll. Being in his arms feels like I'm flying.
He stands there, water dripping down his massive form, and I can't help but watch the droplets fall from the now soft, pendulous tree trunk hanging between his thighs.
He doesn't notice my perusal, though, and responds to my earlier question. "Humans seem to be violent creatures," he explains.
Humans? Violent?
"Orcs steer clear of the humans; they're small, but there are many. Together, they kill an orc, like bugs consuming a carcass. With their pointy sticks, fires and angry faces. So we avoid humans whenever possible."
I almost laugh at the sheer absurdity.Orcssteer clear ofhumans?
"There are not as many orcs as there are humans. We are a somewhat peaceful group. But humans seem violent. Are you safe with them?"
When I met Ulack, and with barely a few words exchanged, I was dropping my shift and letting him fuck me with his fingers. I always knew I was a freak, and I'd been dreaming of fucking an orc for ages, so my behavior didn't surprise me.
But now? In these last couple of hours together, noticing the way he acts, not just with me, but his general awareness and respect for nature, a gentleness in the way he moves, I'm suspecting the things we'd always been told about orcs maybe aren't true.
