Page 1 of Tryggred By the Orc

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Thefirst timeEbencaught sight of the tall, stunningSkai, saidSkaiwas laughing, and grinding bollocks-deep into another orc’s arse.

“Ach, you like that?” theSkaisaid, his voice hungry and low. “Wishfor more?”

Thebent-over orc — anotherSkai, by the scent of it — groaned and nodded, his claws dragging against the wall.Andbehind him, the tall orc laughed again as he drew himself out, slowly revealing a long, slick, heavily scarred prick.Aprick that looked just as dangerous as the rest of him, what with his tall, muscled grey body, his long black claws, and his messy black topknot, with a gleaming steeldaggercasually stabbed through it.

Buthe was still smiling down at the groaning orc, his dark eyes warm and approving, his claws slowly dragging down the orc’s sides — and in a sharp snap of hips, he slammed back inside.Buryinghimself deep in one swift, stabbing stroke, while the orc yelped and shuddered upon him.

Ebenshivered too, and his grip on the bottle of tonic in his hand had slackened, enough that it nearly dropped to the floor.Buthe fumbled and caught it just in time, gripping it with shaky fingers, clutching it close to his wildly thudding heartbeat.

Foolish.Foolish, to notice such things.Foolishto care.Hecould have a good hard ploughing anytime he wished, and many of the orcs who frequented theKa-eshdýflissawere just as commanding, just as handsome.Andlike most of theKa-esh, thisSkaiwas keeping to his own clan for his pleasures, for it was easier that way.Safer.Mostof all when it came toClanSkai.

Nevertrust aSkai,Eben’sfather had warned him again and again, all through the years of his youth.Neverlet one touch you or find you alone.Insteadyou run as deep as you can, until you find a tunnel you can collapse behind you.

Ebenhad studiously heeded the warning, and all the dark tales that had whispered and festered beneath it.Skaiwere greedy.Lawless.Reckless.Dangerous.Andeven now, so many summers after his father’s passing,Ebenstill kept a careful distance — to the point where his bossEfterar, the mountain’sChiefHealer, had needed to prod him to bring up this tonic toDvergr, whose room was deep in theSkaiwing.

You’llbe perfectly safe,Efterarhad said in his usual matter-of-fact way, giving a firm clasp of his hand toEben’sshoulder.NoSkai’sgoing to look twice at you.

Ebenhad nodded and obeyed, though the unease had kept twisting, tangling with something damnably like fear, as he’d quietly crept through theSkaiwing, sniffing outDvergr’sdistant scent.Perfectlysafe.NoSkai’sgoing to look twice at you.

Butnow —Eben’sbreath caught as the tall, leanSkailaughed again, and ground in deeper — maybeEbenwantedaSkaito look at him.WantedthisSkaito look at him, with that easy, greedy grin, those warm, approving eyes.Butthose eyes were still fixed on the bent-over orc, and one of those clawed hands was digging into the orc’s trembling flank, while the other hand gave a ringing little slap to his arse.

“More, sweet thing,” the tallSkaiordered, husky but firm. “Knowyou can milk me harder than this, ach?”

Theorc choked and nodded, his face contorting with palpable effort, and behind him the tall orc rasped out a low groan, his head tilting back. “Ach, that’s good,” he breathed, his hands stroking with obvious approval. “Don’tstop.”

Thescent of his pleasure was now unfurling through the air, simmering sweet and heavy inEben’snostrils.Strongenough to set his own prick stirring, the hunger coiling deep in his belly — and he flinched at the feel of it, jerked a hard shake of his head.

No.No.Foolish.Theorc wasSkai, reckless, dangerous, and openly fucking in the corridors was against the rules now, not that anySkaihad ever seemed to notice.And— a sharp pang caught and twisted inEben’schest as he watched the orc’s stroking hands — maybe these two orcs were… mated.Maybethe tallSkaiwas bound to the bent-over one.Foras long asEbencould remember,Skaihad refused to take other orcs as mates, or even offer them fidelity — until a few moons before, when theSkaihad finally come together to alter their customs and recognize such bonds.Andthis tall, stunningSkaicould have his choice of mates, could he not?Couldpick from any number of eager worshippers, willing to bend and kneel, and offer him the fealty he deserved…

Foolish,foolish, andEbensqueezed his eyes shut, and forced himself to move again.Tostep that way, over there, towardDvergr’sdistant scent, away…

“Lookingfor something,Ka-esh?” cut in a voice, andEbengasped and startled, whipped around to where the tallSkaiwas — looking at him.Lookingat him, oh, his brow creasing, even as he kept grinding into the other orc’s upraised rump. “Notlost, are you?”

Ebennearly dropped the tonic again, but he clutched it closer against his chest, and desperately fought to find his voice. “Iam seeking —Dvergr,” he said, in a cracked, croaking whisper. “Wishto give him — tonic.Medicine.Fromthe sickroom.”

Hewinced even as he spoke, shaking his head, because curse him, from where else could the tonic have come — but the tall orc’s mouth drew into a smile again, quick and easy and approving. “Ach,Isee,” he replied, with a sideways jerk of his dagger-adorned head. “Goodof you to bring it.An’ he’s just down that way, ach?Keepturning left, you can’t miss him.”

Right.Ebenrapidly nodded, too hard and urgent, but his feet seemed frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the orc’s face.Onthat warm, genial smile, so stunning, so approving.Andnot fading even a little asEbenkept standing there staring, his face flooding with heat and shame and longing…

“Justcome back if you get lost,” the orc’s voice continued, as his clawed hands spread wider against the orc’s hips, his own hips moving more leisurely now, his fat, scarred, dripping length slipping in and out with brazen, astonishing ease. “Ican show you the way, ach?”

Oh.Oh, fuck.Andthe orc even winked atEben—winked, at him! — as he kept sliding in and out of the other orc’s rump.Asif he wantedEbento look, as if he liked him looking, liked making him hot and flustered and —

Andmiserable.Miserable, or even despairing, because there was no way.Noway something like this would ever end well.Noway thisSkaiwouldn’t crushEbenunderfoot, and leave him ruined and empty.

Nevertrust aSkai.Neverlet one touch you, or get you alone…

Andwith a jolt, a flinch, a frantic gulp from his throat,Ebenspun around, and fled.

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Ebenspent the evening bent over and begging in theKa-eshdýflissa, taking his relief however he could gain it.

Therewas never a shortage of options in the clan’s dark, well-equipped pleasure-room, most of all for an unmarked, unmated, eagerKa-esh with no limits or boundaries.Ebenwas more than happy to bend, to beg, to welcome whatever pricks might wish to use him, no matter the orc or the clan in question.AndwhileSkaiorcs still never came to thedýflissa—Ebenhad heard they had their own dedicated pleasure-room, deep in thatSkaiwing — these days there was usually a big, brawnyAsh-Kaior two, and occasionally an adventurous, fat-prickedGrisk, too.Andtonight,Ebenhad gained the attentions of a handsome, burlyAsh-KainamedOthan, who stroked him with cautious, clever hands, as his hard, hungry prick plumbed deep inside.

“Ach, sweetKa-esh,”Othangrunted, falling free ofEben’sspasming body with a squelch, before plunging back inside, seating himself deep in a single unbroken stroke. “Canyou always take it this easy and deep?Ach,IkenIhave reachedyour” — he gasped, asEbenpurposefully clutched him — “yourheart.”

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