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And now I had one and there was a threat to her and I wasn’t ready, leaving us both vulnerable to attack.

The female followed close behind me, her sack clutched tightly in her arms. I turned the corner to the stable and Nuar lunged for me with a growl of greeting. The female cried out and stumbled backward, falling into the dirt and scrambling backward in a frantic attempt to get away.

“Stop moving,” I barked. “Nuar thinks you’re prey and will attack.”

Nuar had, in fact, gone still, focusing on the female, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent. I spoke harshly to him before he could leap on her and he froze, his muscles shaking with the attempt to remain still. The female had also stopped, tears tracking down her face, the scent of her fear heavy in the air, exciting Nuar.

With one final stare at Nuar, I took two strides to the female and picked her up, pulling her trembling body close to me. “What is that?”

“That is my hound, Nuar. My clan breeds and sells them for protection and hunting. Nuar has been my battle hound for several years and our prize stud. He needs to get your scent, so he knows you are a friend and not prey.”

She blinked at me, her green eyes wide with terror. Then she straightened and slowly nodded. “How should I do this? Hold out my hand or something?”

Maybe she had some strength in her. She’d need it where we were going. “Hold out your hand, palm up.”

Nuar stalked over to her and cautiously sniffed her hand, focusing more on the wrist where the scent glands were more prominent. He then shoved his nose into her crotch, pushing the female back into me. She squealed and clutched my arm. “Nuar! Enough.”

The hound gave me a look of reproach and sat back on his haunches. She gave a sound I hadn’t expected. It sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “It’s okay. I didn’t expect that, though we have dogs in my world and they do exactly the same thing, though with less force usually. Are we good now?”

Nuar’s tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he watched us. “It appears so. I don’t have a horse for you, so you’ll have to ride with me.”

She eyed my large horse, gathered at the post by the side of the stables, with a great deal of trepidation. “No worries. I’ve never ridden before, so it’s probably for the best. What about Nuar?”

“He has as much stamina as Kasmir. He’ll be fine.” I took her bundle to tie on the saddle and paused. “What is your name?”

She smiled. “I’m Olivia.”

I nodded. “Kharag. Let’s ride before we have unwanted visitors.”

Chapter 7

Olivia

I really missed my car, even if it was a beat-up piece of shit Toyota with crappy brakes and shocks. It was better than riding a horse all night, my legs spread uncomfortably wide around the body of the large beast, being jostled around and held in place by a strange creature who now owned me. Okay, so the last part wasn’t entirely true. Supposedly this orc wasn’t my owner but my mate who, in theory, would cherish me and take care of me. I hadn’t seen much of that in the dark hours since he’d had me. A portal could have passed within feet of me and I wouldn’t have even known it.

When I had been hustled out of the inn that had been my temporary home for the past several days, I had seen the well-appointed carriage ready to take some lucky bitch off to her new home. I knew that was the orc lordling’s carriage, considering there were orc servants standing around it and he had been the only one dressed in the finery for it. He also bragged about it during the afternoon reception. I assumed by now Daria had gotten her wish and was being swept away in that beautiful carriage to her new life, away from the farm and to a castle. A true Cinderella story. If you wanted to be mated to an orc. I don’t think Disney wrote this fairytale.

While I, on the other hand, was on horseback, wearing borrowed clothes, held tight against an orc and a weird-ass dog running next to us.

I really needed to reconsider how I made my life decisions. Though, I maintained that goblin king scared the shit out of me and was not an option. The Brothers Grimm wrote my fairytale, that much was clear.

The dark forest that surrounded us was alive with noises of various creatures that roamed deep inside of it. Screams of animals that hunted or were prey for a stronger beast. Very little light penetrated the canopy of trees, and what little moonlight came through created looming shadows that terrified me into believing unknown monsters, more scary than ones I had already seen, stalked us through the night. I shuddered and drew closer to the orc riding behind me. It was dark and cold. We had been riding at a fast clip for what felt like hours, and I still had no idea where we were headed.

The one thing going for this orc was his warm, safe scent. Despite being on horseback in a really uncomfortable position, I found that I liked being pressed against his warm body, and his earthy scent was doing things to my body that I hadn’t expected. A heat was spreading throughout my body from the place where his hand secured me, low and tight over my lower abdomen. My core pulsed with a heartbeat of its own, my clit throbbing and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say this orc was turning me on.

Was I some kind of pain slut that liked being spread painfully around a horse and jostled for hours rocking in a saddle? I never had liked pain, but maybe that had changed since my clit was not protesting anything other than the lack of attention from the thick fingers that spread across my body.

As the hours dragged on and we rode through the dark night and the forest, my mind wandered more often to how those fingers would feel plunging in and out of me, finger-fucking me. Unlike my asshole boyfriend who couldn’t find my g-spot and only had a big dick going for him, I’d bet those fingers not only could find it but could make me squirt. I really wanted to find out.

I let out a low moan, then jerked to attention, almost like coming out of a dream. A low chuckle rumbled out of the orc behind me, the vibrations making me moan and wonder how it would feel against my nipples. “It’s all right, lass. You’re reacting to my scent like a mate should. Many human females have a reaction to orcs, especially one they’re destined for. At least according to the lore.”

“What lore?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Kharag shifted in the saddle, the position moving his erect cock more firmly against my backside and back. It felt huge, the long, thick line of his cock outlined from my ass up the small of my back along my spine. Daria was right. Orcs did have giant dicks. Hopefully, they knew how to use them, too.

I swallowed against a dry throat. Based on what I felt, the adage was true about large feet, large hands, large cock. He was a big boy. Could he even fit? Yes, I wanted to find out. Maybe life in this realm wouldn’t be so bad after all.

I rubbed against him subtly and he pressed a hand into my stomach to hold me in place, his cock still firm against my lower back. A nice, thick pipe that distracted me. “Now is not the time, lass. When we’ve put more space between us and the town, we can play.”

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