Page 28 of Bound to the Orc King

With the darkening of evening, spots of pink begin to glow all around the waterfall. The brighter they gleam, the more they light the area, limning the falling water until tiny sparklesglitter across the surface like pink stars brought down from the heavens.

“It’s so beautiful.” She stares rapt, her face achingly lovely when filled with joy.

“Indeed, it is,” I say, staring at her, equally enthralled.

The sizzle of fat dropping into flames pulls me back to what I was doing, and I finish cooking dinner. The pheasant is rich, the fried potatoes crispy and salty. May compliments everything and eats well. Yet her little sounds of delight don’t help my situation any, and I fight the need to adjust my erection as it chafes against my pants.

When full night falls, I use the excuse that Starfall got no true sleep the night before to remain outside and take watch, ignoring the slightly wounded look May shoots me before she crawls into the tent, the skirt of her shirt riding up to show her lovely thighs.

I press against my unruly cock, willing it down. The sound of the waterfall might be relaxing, but it will also hide the approach of any potential foe until they get quite close.

Starfall laughs at me again as she settles on the ground, only stopping once she’s fully on her side.

I grip my sword and set my back to the fire as May sighs behind me, followed by the soft rustle of furs.

Fuck.

It’s going to be a long night.

Dawn barely lights the sky when I wake everyone in the morning. I already ate my own breakfast, and I fill a mug with porridge so my moon bound can eat while we ride. Impatience gnaws at me with a need to get her to safety.

May pulls on her human pants, which have dried in the night, but continues to wear my shirt. When I lift her into the saddle and settle behind her, her scent fills my nose, mixed with mine.

Something primal swells in my chest as our combined scents overwhelm this most basic sense. I growl and pull her closer as Starfall takes off at a light trot, keeping her pace slow so May can eat.

Her spoon scrapes against the bottom of the mug, and I’m about to reach out and take the empty container from her when a blinding light swoops down from overhead.

“The Moon Goddess,” Starfall chokes out.

The cup tumbles from May’s hands as she gasps and clutches her head. “Why should I help you after the way you lied to me?”

Celestial music rises to a din, the tone far more strident than what I heard when the goddess summoned me.

My arms tighten around May as her entire body begins to shake.

“Stop it,” I roar at the moon, my only answer extra flickers of blue lightning racing across its surface. “Stop hurting my bride!” I don’t care that this is my goddess. No one hurts May!

The orb flies closer, the lightning crisscrossing its surface flashing in larger bursts.

May whines in pain, an animal noise that chills my blood.

“Starfall,” I yell over the noise, “can you get us out of here?”

My friend races forward. Instead of leaving the moon behind, it bolts overhead and dives in front of us, jerking the unicorn to a halt.

May screams, her body wracked with sobs.

The goddess pulses and shoots off lightning, plunging closer in quick darts of movement that drive Starfall backward.

May’s screams slowly quiet to whimpers the farther we go.

“Turn around,” I order. “Take us back to the falls.”

Starfall wheels about and runs, and this time, the goddess lets us go.

An angry chorus of celestial music chases us into the trees, the brightness throwing our shadows before us in stark lines.

We race into the clearing, and Starfall slows. When the Moon Goddess does not burst from the trees behind us, the unicorn comes to a stop at the edge of the pond.

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