Page 61 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

Govek let out a little huff and Miranda, desperate for more distraction, continued her praise. “I’m amazing. Perfect. That was incredible. It’s so much better with you than by myself.”

He rumbled contentedly, and her stomach pooled with heat all over again. Lacing a tingling bliss through her limbs. She wished she could see his face, but made do with trailing her fingers down his bulging arms. One hand still possessively cupping her sex. The other tight on her hip, holding her captive.

She could feel his cock still rock solid against her back, and she squirmed her hips against it.

“Miranda.” His voice rumbled low and sweet, shuddering bliss up her spine.

The siren wailed again.

Miranda froze. The deep drone was closer now. Just beyond the trees.

It couldn’t be denied.

Her heart began a frantic rhythm. Her muscles bunched, readying to bolt.

“Thank you for this boon, Miranda.”

The wail continued, sucking her under. She tried to fight. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t there.

“There is... another position you could take for me... since conquest does not suit you.”

What was he saying? She wanted to ask him to repeat, but her mind was split, straining to hear the siren.

And it came again. Spiking through her. Shivering up her spine. Govek released her slightly in response. Letting his limbs drop to her sides in the water.

“If...” Govek continued speaking, though his words seemed far away. As if he were calling her from the other end of a dark tunnel. “If you want...”

Her ears vibrated. It was so close now, wailing and bubbling up. It ripped through the trees and screamed its warning. It could not be denied.

Miranda knew it better than any other.

An air raid was coming.

“You might take me as your ma?—”

Govek’s voice was drowned out by the growing scream of a siren as it exploded right next to her head. Terror forced her to quiver. The desperation to find a hiding place slammed her in the gut. It was an instinctual drive. Born from a lifetime of practice drills.

“You need not decide now...” Govek spoke again, and his voice was even further away. Distorted through a long tunnel.

No. Not a tunnel. A metal tube.

The air vent.

Darkness closed around her, screaming its threat. Bringing death. Heat. Crunching metal.

Miranda bolted.

She sprang from the water, leaping toward the bank. Out of the spring. Onto the sand.

She needed to find shelter. Now.

The bombs were coming again.

The siren’s scream was so loud.

She couldn’t get away.

She was being dragged. Yanked back by the arm.

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