Page 27 of Fated to the Orc

Evelyn rushes to me, placing her warm hand on my arm. The contact sends a shiver throughout my entire body.

“I thought you were going to die!”

“I don’t go down that easily,” I say with a faint smile. “How long was I out for?”

“Two days.”

I nod. That’s not too bad. There is still time before my orcs wreak havoc on this place. Time to get her to trust me. Because when my orcs arrive to free me…

I will be taking her with me.

Evelyn

“Well,now that you’re awake, we can continue our,ahem, research.”

Varkul stares at me. Unmoving. Unblinking. For a moment, I wonder if he didn’t hear me. And then I notice the sheet over his hips slowly begin to rise.

Ah.He heard me just fine.

My hands tremble as they move toward the thin sheet. Why did I agree to do this again? Of all the excuses I could have come up with, why did my brain default tomaybe I should give the menacing orc another handjob?

Because you’re a horny idiot, Evelyn, that’s why.

Except… it’s more than justthat.

It’s something else. Something big. Something I don’t fully understand.

When I’m near Varkul, my body responds in ways I can’t control. It’s not just lust or attraction — it’s like my whole beinghumswhen he’s close. I feel it in my chest, in my gut, and in the low, thudding ache between my thighs.

When I’m near him, I feel safe. When I touch him, I feel… incredible. And when I imagine him touchingme? I get so hot I might just catch on fire.

Last time I touched the orc, I wore gloves. This time, I want to feel everything. Every inch of him. Bare.

My gut is screaming at me that we belong together. It’s crazy. I know it is. And yet, it feels soright.

My breath hitches in my throat as I peel the sheet away.

There he is.

Varkul’s massive green cock springs up, proud and hard. Thick, pulsing veins run up the length of him, and a bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. He’s already ready. Forme.

I swallow hard. My knees feel unsteady. My heart beats wildly, and my mouth is dry.

I lean in, slowly, edging closer to that magnificent, throbbing shaft of his.

This has nothing to do with science anymore. I’m not here for research. I’m not hatching an escape plan.

I just want to touch him.

And taste him.

And feel him.

“Release me,” Varkul says, his deep voice snapping me out of my daze.

I glance up. He’s looking right at me, golden eyes glowing with barely restrained need. He tilts his head towards the leather straps binding his wrists.

“Release me, Evelyn.”

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