Page 12 of Quickies

WHAT DO THE ORCS HUNT?

Two virgin omegas tell each other naughty stories and soothe each other’s needs.

Jarl handed Rune the bottle and stretched out on his back. He crossed his legs, folding his arms under his head. Rune had always admired his friend’s unwavering confidence and ease. Jarl was clever and handsome, and Rune was neither of those things.

Rune drank, swallowing deep gulps of the liquor. It burned his throat and his eyes teared up, but he managed not to cough.

He offered the bottle back to his friend, but Jarl shook his head.

“Nah, I’m good. Put it in the backpack.”

Rune did as he was told. “Won’t your granddad miss it?”

Jarl scoffed. “He has an entire cellar filled with the stuff.”

Huh. Rune’s family rarely drank any alcohol. His omega father said drunkenness was a sin. He said that about a lot of things.

Trying to mimic his friend’s relaxed stance, Rune lay down on his back and glanced at the sky. The fire flickered weakly, the light not strong enough to outshine the stars.

“Do you know why they call it a hunting cabin?” Jarl suddenly asked.

They were camping only a short walk away from the cliffs, behind which roared a wild river, and on the other side of that river was a meadow. At the other end of the meadow stood the hunting cabin. In all the times Rune had gone camping with his friend, they’d never strayed so close to the water before. He could hear it in the distance.

“The orcs stay at the cabin when they go hunting,” he said. Were they staying there now?

“Sure. But what do they hunt?”

“Deer, boars, and rabbits.”

Jarl snorted. “Nope.”

“They don’t hunt wolves. I know that. Wolf meat doesn’t taste good.”

“They don’t hunt animals at all.”

Rune turned and looked at Jarl. He was confused. His friend was grinning at the sky.

Bears didn’t live around here, and Rune couldn’t imagine strong, imposing alpha orcs chasing after squirrels. “What do they hunt?” he asked.

“Omegas. Like you and me.”

That didn’t make sense. “There aren’t any omegas in the forests around the cabin.”

“We’re here now.”

Rune gulped. Jarl was surely messing with him. “Orcs don’t eat people.”

Jarl laughed. “Rune, I love you like a brother, but you’re so simple.”

Rune didn’t like Jarl’s haughty tone, but since he knew he was less smart than Jarl, he didn’t protest. His alpha father said that it was no good if omegas were too clever.

“The orcs go out at night and prowl around the villages,” Jarl continued in a low voice. “They find virgin omegas before their first heat and bring them to the cabin.”

“But no omegas have disappeared from our village. Not even from Burrough or High Oaks. People talk. We would have heard about it.”

“Nobody knows because the omegas always return before anyone looks for them.”

“And they don’t say anything?”

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