Page 21 of Lost to the Orcs

“Oh, not that.” The whimper finally tumbles free. It’s loud in the silence.

Jaedason takes a deep breath before gritting out obscenities. It doesn’t matter what language they’re in, all curse words just sound the same. Especially when they’re said in anger. “You are nearing youer heat?”

“My what?” I frown, a ruddy color of embarrassment and irritation splashes across my cheeks. “Do you mean my period? Monthly bleeding?”

He shakes his head. “Heat. Arousal.”

“That can happen whenever!” I snap.

He takes a deep breath before covering my mouth with his overlarge hand. I’m flabbergasted and beyond pissed. So I bite him. But he doesn’t even flinch. His gaze just heats further. That’s not anger. I let go immediately. Licking my lips and his palm in the same instant. Oh, he tastes lovely. I watch his jaw tighten. “No. Orc’s know when others go int’ heat. When at their peak…kit bearing.”

“You know when I’m OVULATING??” Although I shout this beneath his palm it is extremely muffled and I’m pretty sure he didn’t understand me. I mean, he probably doesn’t know what the fuck ovulation is. Hell, it’s not even an Orc thing. This whole backwater world probably doesn’t know what the fuck ovulation is. I’m betting they blame the moon on my period.

“You weel be in youer time soon. No Orc can come near you without wanting o’ needing t’ breed wit’ you. Unless you mate. Is this youer first heat?”

I roll my eyes and push at his hand. He sighs and removes it. “If you’re asking if I’ve ovulated, peak time to have a baby,” I use my hands to talk and right now, they are flailing, “the answer is yes. I’ve been having my period and therefore ovulating since I was nine. So. Apparently, there were some things U’snar did not inform me. Would you be so kind as to tell me, what women go through here in your world?”

“Myworld?” I will save a mental picture of his surprise. His confused pursed lips, eyes wide squinting and brows turned upward and pinching.

“And I can inform you about what U’snar and I have found out.”

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Thirty minutes in and I have learned one hell of a thing. I sigh. My hands are in my hair as I rest my elbows on the table. Oh, fucking joy.

According to Jaedason, some women (and fewer men) in this world usually go through their heat after a certain age. Usually, it’s when they hit their twenties. If their family is not ready to barter off their daughters, they lock them up in a room for three days. The women are literally starved and left either in their own home like an attic, a basement, somewhere far away from other men that they will not be rutted. Joy of joys! Because a woman going through a heat will, in fact, give off pheromones that essentially say “FUCK ME” in neon pink, flashing on a Vegas strip with search lights indicating where to find them.

If their familydoeswant to barter off their daughters a sure way to do it is to send them to their betrothed when it is noticed that the woman is going into heat. As apparently, I am. Because apparently a sure-fire way to get a woman tied down is to force a pregnancy on her by either her betrothed or they get married during her pre-heat week and then lock the bride and groom up together for the entire heat to ensure pregnancy. Which lasts longer than the three days when there are potential male(s).

I informed Jaedason that since girl who gave me her body and I are the same age, or at the very leastseemto be, we’re already 27. I wouldn’t be in my heat. Wherein he informed me that yes, westarthaving them at 20 but we go into heat every two to five years. Potentially, this girl could have had two to three heats already. How I have no children is a god damn mystery.

The thought makes me pause. I look up at Jaedason and nearly whisper my question, “How do I know if I’ve had children?”

Jaedason looks at me in surprise. He’s been pacing back and forth this whole time. Absorbing everything I had told him. How I used to live in another world. How I died or thought I had, only to wake up in this body. U’snar’s ‘courtship’. Which he rolled his eyes at and said “that lying littlesomething in Orc language.” I asked him what he said and he waved me off commanding I continue in his very own way. I’m assuming, even though I shouldn’t, that U’snar had lied about how Orcs court their mates. I’m not exactly surprised though. I wonder ifeven then he smelt my heat. Isthatwhy he chose me?

“You have no’ bore any kits. Ay can smell. In truth,” He steps closer to me, sniffing. Jeezus I never thought smelling someone would be hot. But here I am, smelling him. Hearing him smelling me and I’m just squirming in my chair. “Hold still.” He hisses before dropping to his knees and holding my waist and hips in his large grasp. He breathes in, starting at the top of my head, the crook of my neck, between my breasts. I mew my need but he ignores me. Taking a breath in at my stomach and I squeak as he’s practically crawling at this point, his nose directly above my snatch. “You are clean. Perfection.”

His use of the name U’snar sometimes calls me fills my tummy with butterflies. God. Can he look at me like thatallof the time??

Actually, on second thought, don’t. I clench my thighs tightly, as the tingle turns into a warm hum.

He stands up to his full height, his own arousal standing at attention in his pants and holy mother of all the gods in the universe, I can see why they wear those pants. It gives them so much room when they’re hard as a god damn rock.

But what gets my core clenching with pure need, isn’t just the sight. No that’s more eye candy than anything. I’m not even trying to think about how big it is. Or maybe I should because damn I have no idea how that’ll fit but this pre-heat is literally making me wonder how I’m going to try. How much it willhurt so fucking good. No, what is getting me is the fucking smell. His smell. My mouth is watering. I want to lick every damn inch of him. Suck every last drop out of the head of his cock.

Is this what people say being bewitched feels like? Fuck, my body is so hot.

“Done.” U’snar says when coming inside. But he abruptly halts when entering. He curses. The words dark and bitter.

“Explain.” Jaedason demands darkly.

“Her heat called t’ me.” U’snar states. He looks off to the left. “Thought it was further but I was wrong.”

Jaedason, advances on U’snar with a snarl. He starts talking back and forth between English and Orc. “Yew,” He growls a word I can’t understand, his accent so thick with his anger his words take a moment for my brain to wrap around it. “D’ye think?” Another word,this one half a growl and half something else that just squeezes my tummy as it washes over me. “30,000 Orcs on ‘he way ‘ere! An’ yew bring a ‘eated lass?”

“Thought we had time.” He grits, his eyes pleading.

“Time t’ mate? T’ care?”

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