Page 34 of Lost to the Orcs

“Let me care for you.” He cajoles. “Let me lick you, pretty lost.” And he lays me back on the bed, my legs splayed before him. He’s practically drooling before me. I’m still sore from a sexcapade Jaedason and I had went through the night prior but no matter how sore I am. No matter how much IthinkI’ve had enough, these Orcs teach me that I can still go a bit more. Or even, alotmore.

So he licks me. Against, between my petals. Around and on my nub. Again and again. My body on fire with its need. With want. Hotter than a furnace. And he douses me with a hose, bringing down my flames again and again until I’m a depleted mess on the bed.

He stands above me and I whimper. I want him inside me so much. But he’s too high up to enter me. I shift my hips in the hopes he’ll plunge within but his hand caresses his heft. Up and down and up again. I moan, gripping my breasts in my palms, pinching my nipples as I watch him pump himself over and over. He watches me watch him and his harsh grip tightens further as he pumps again and again. Quicker. More. I reach a hand to my overly sensitive nub, hissing as I bounce on the bed. Wanting to get away, but wanting just one more. To meet him.

We both moan as we crest the hill together. My back and his seed arches in nearly the same angle. He splashes me with it, lathering me with it before kneeling and pressing the head to my slit and jettisoning a couple ropes within me.

I’ll never understand my love of this but being covered by their spend. Their seed spilling on or in me in whatever way I can get is the pinnacle of my day. Sometimes several times.

When we are able to catch our breaths and U’snar is done drawing images on my body, we clean me up and I finish my craving meal.

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I laugh at a joke Burgrol makes when Hani walks in. She usually avoids me after our first interaction. Even if I don’t hold it against her.My relationship is odd. For humans. For humans it’s probably gross or weird. But Burgrol has told me in no uncertain terms that I am fine. Just as my mates have.

But today, she doesn’t see me and flip a U’ie/about face to avoid me. Today, she is holding a small basket and her cheeks have a pink tinge to them. Either she ran here or she is embarrassed. Neither would make sense.

“Are you—

“Here!” She presses the basket into my arms before blurting, “I wanted to apologize. Not because you’re an evil wicked thing but because I overreacted. I’m pregnant too. My emotions are everywhere. I freaked out and I’m sorry.” She takes a deep breath as I blink at the basket. Burgrol ushers me to a table so I don’t place my woven basket on his workspace. Ours. Because even though at home I wasn’t much of a cook or baker, here, with my big burly bud, I’m decent. Plus no one cares about presentation. It’s all about ‘is it filling’.

I gently caress the basket. It is beautiful. Not like the manufactured stuff at home. This… this is homemade.

“Did you make this?”

Hani’s face flushes a brighter pink. Her tawny skin looks like someone stained her with brilliant rosé water. It makes her pretty blue eyes seem brighter than before. “No. I mean, I did. But it was during the summer. There are reeds and ocean plants that will come to shore. We gather them and dry them for different things. They are pliable so I use them for basket weaving.”

“You use seaweed for this??” I gasp in awe. “Do you guys eat it too?”

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. “We do. But it’s very salty.”

“Oh I would kill for some dried seaweed. I hope it tastes the same here!” I am giddy. Holy shit. Maybe they have sushi! She gives me an odd look but I honestly don’t give a damn. “Can I look at what’s inside or should I wait until I’m alone?”

Hani shrugs, the flush back in her cheeks. I give a silent inward laugh. Gosh she is so pretty. If my mates didn’t dote on me so much I’d probably be more jealous of this pretty woman. But, I’m also looking at myself from the lens of my modern upbringing. They don’t have that here. High society makes the fashion ‘fashionable’. But there aren’t fad or diet mags so it takes a long time for anynews to go anywhere and it’s not like poorer regions would care. Or for example a nomadic tribe or tribes of Orcs. When you’re a farmer, why would it matter if fashion says satin is in? You’re going to wear what is most comfortable while still being the social norm.

Which, sadly, is dresses. I mean, I like dresses but give me some leggings during hot times. My thighs will thank me.

I lift the covering Hani was using to hold everything in the basket and find a plethora of little things.Preciousthings. A bar of homemade soap. Soft things that make whatever is inside of me that creates nests quiver with excitement.

“I heard that you go into heat and I remembered hearing how much you guys like soft things for nesting.” I didn’t think her face could get any redder but the mentioning of my heat really does it. “I also overheard you talking to Burgrol about chocolate.” My eyes bug. At the bottom of the basket is indeed chocolate. “It’s not very sweet like the one you described as it would go bad faster but—

I squeeze her in a hug. Pregnancy hormones on overload. She gave mechocolate. “You are a godsend.” I disengage the hug and rush back to the little droplets of dark chocolate. “I’m going to have to savor these.” I take one and bite into it. It is so fucking bitter but I’ve been here for what? Two months? I’ve never gone this long without chocolate. I groan. “Yes… this is the stuff. I once read a book about aliens who came to earth for necessary medicine. The women lied. It was chocolate and coffee. But they weren’twrong. They just were misleading. If it got me this though, I’d probably mislead my mates too.” I laugh. When I see Hani and Burgrol’s extremely confused faces, I laugh harder. “Ignore that. Oh lord, I don’t know why I let that slip.”

Hani shakes her head. “I told Garret you were odd and he didn’t believe me. You act like you weren’t born here.” She shrugs a small smile gracing her lips. “It’s okay though, we’re all a bit odd here. I mean, regular humans don’t fall in love with Orcs do they?” She giggles, winking conspiratorially at me. “Or parts of them.” My cheeks flush and I nearly choke on the other piece of chocolate while Hani takes her leave with a wave and a cheery, “See you next time!”

I pack my basket back up and smile at Burgrol. “I’m gonna take this to my rooms. Either I’ll come back later or I’ll send one of the guys to let you know.”

“Wait.” Burgrol tries to quickly wipe the dough off his hands but Iknow that isn’t happening for quite a bit of time.

“It’s fine.” I smile. “I’ve been here a while, I know my way around.”

“If you are sure?” His face tells me he isn’t sure I can find my way out of a shoe box.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine!” I wave and leave the kitchens. Taking a right because we always take a left when entering the kitchen.

Taking a few more turns and up a gentle rise, I am glad I am nearing my rooms. It should be on this next right. I turn and find a corridor. Uh…wait a minute. I step back and try to retrace my steps. A left should bring me to the kitch—nope not kitchens. That is an empty cave room. Fuck.

I’m lost.

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