Page 47 of Lost to the Orcs

We walk around for some time. Talking t' each Orc we come across. Asking about their tasks, their families. Many o’he ones Ay speak t’ donnae know ‘he human tongue as they donnae come from the mountain where it is mainly taught. Savannah, Ganák’s assistant, is female Orc much like my own mother who tries her best when we travel. But she has ne’er been able t’ get enough t’ join on ‘he caravan. They are content t’ get their lessons once o’ twice a season whene’er we visit their village o’ they come t’ ‘he mountain for shelter from ‘he cold.

E’ery now an’ then, Ay remember t’ gently squeeze her hand in mine. T’ reassure her, that Ay havenae forgotten her. That she is still fore in my mind.

Eventually, she sighs, “What are we doing Jaedason?”

Her use o’ my first name makes me hum with a slight bit o’ irritation. “What have you been thinking about?”

She shrugs, “Not much. Just wondering when we’ll get this punishment over with. If I’ll be working with Burgrol later. How Hani is doing. Things like that.”

Ay pull her in close, her cheek pressed t’ my front, an’ she gives a delightful squeak before nuzzling me. Smelling an’ scenting me. It slightly mollifies me. But no’ completely. Ay wrap a rope around her waist, looping it around her arms an’ tying it. She cannae move her arms further than a few fingers widths.

As she tests her bounds, Ay tie a leash, my fingers grazing her belly, knuckles grazing beneath her breasts. Her breaths hitch as Ay gently tug her forward. She stumbles an’ Ay grasp her arm, tsking. “Listen.” Ay step int’ her personal space, fingers grazing the underside o’ her chin once more. “Focus,” My claws gently kneed at her lower lip, “on me.” My fingers fall t' my side. “Now breathe, pretty Sunkissed. Listen. Focus. Breathe.” Ay tug her forward again. This time, she doesnae stumble.

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Sunkissed

I can’t seem to focus on Jae’s words, trying to decipher his words like before. I’m just listening to the cadence of his voice. It isn’t as deep as one might think or expect from him. It’s deeper than a human mans but it’s an obvious higher pitch and I rather like it. It’d be distinctive in a crowd. Or in a conversation. It’s all I care about.

Focused on that voice. The air that he breathes. The shuffle of his feet and occasionally I zero in on the gentle caresses of his fingers on my cheek when there is a pause in the conversations. Or even in the middle. As though he can’t help himself.

Is this my punishment? To pay attention to him? To focus on him so much that he’s my entire world. Or am I being led to it?

It makes me wonder why he wants me tied up like this. Trussed up. My insides quiver and I clench my thighs together. Cheeks flushed wondering if the female before us is scandalized that the mate of her chieftain is tied up, blindfolded and being led about like a pet.

I hear her make her excuses and then I feel Jae’s lips nipping at my ear. “Ay smell you.” He rumbles huskily.

I swallow. It is loud in the hallway. “Sorry.” I whisper. “I was lost in thought.”

He hums in a way I cannot decipher and boops my nose as he pulls away from me. “Focus, little lost. We are almost done.”

It takes just a few minutes more and suddenly, I’m surrounded by fresh air. We’re outside. The stones beneath my feet are warm. I take a deep breath, the nip of the cold winter coming is in the air. “Why are we outside?”

But Jae doesn’t answer me. Instead, he ushers me forward. Up rough steps that are more a natural formations of slate rock that they’ve turned into steps. When I reach a patch of grass or moss, something giving way beneath my feet, he stops me.

Before I can open my mouth and ask what the heck we’re doing, he shushes me. “Stay. Donnae move.” I hear him step away from me. Doing something. But I don’t know what. I’m on the verge of squirming and trying to get out of this rope ties when he comes back. “Now,” He tugs me forward and my feet step onto warm fabric. A blanket. “Let me seat you.” He gently lowers me down onto the blanket, my hands touch the familiar fabric. The scent of my nest in this open area filling me with comfort.

“What is this Jae?” I hear fabric rustling.

“Punishment.” And then, the world is bathed in light and I’m yelping in surprise. When my eyes clear, I look up and—oh, boy, do I look up. Well, not all the way up. My gaze is stuck about halfway up.

“Uhm…” I lick my lips. “You’re naked.”

His prick bobs suggestively before me, and my lips are suddenly not the only thing empty—I meandry.

Jae smirks down at me. A smirk I thought only U’s could do. It makes my insides clench. “You flush so pretty, my mate. Youer slick scents ‘he air. Makes me spill so easy.” As if on command, the head of him wells up with drops of seed. I lick my lips once more. Staring.

I swallow, “Uh, so, HoW—” My voice is a high-pitched squeak and I clear my throat. Mentally chastising myself, acting like I’ve never seen his dick before. “So how is this my punishment?” I devour him with my eyes. Every beloved muscle and harsh angle. Every line of his well-defined body and I shiver with need. He sits and I frown as hepulls a basket towards him.

“You cannae touch.” U’snar’s voice murmurs beside me. I jerk in surprise but then feel my mouth further dry up. Because he too is extremely naked.

My eyes bounce back and forth between both males. Watching me. Me watching them. Devouring them. Can’t touch? OH. That is adamnshame. A real damn shame because fuck, I’d have licked them both up in seconds if I could have gotten up. I nod. “Okay. That’s uh—” I clear my throat again, my mouth watering despite it’s eager dryness. “Uhm, that unfortunate.”

Jae grins. “Also, must listen.” He taps his ear. “Let us take care.”

“Of?”

“You.” U’snar murmurs, slouching on a bundle of pillows or blankets. His body on full display. Dick twitching in the air as if beckoning me.

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