Page 23 of Orc's Mate

Again.

Or tease her into letting me strip off her clothing. If she thought my fingers were skilled, wait until she felt my tongue. I’d suck on her clit while stroking her slick inner walls.

Fuck.

My cock was on fire all over again because of my sweet mate. I’d thank the fates each day of my life for gifting her to me.

While she slumbered in my arms, I dozed. I’d be foolish to sleep deeply, but I needed the rest as much as she did.

I woke before her as the sun was slanting its way across the sky, heading for its bed for the night. Easing away from her, I rose to a crouch, peering around the clearing.

Zarran resting calmly on his haunches told me nothing dangerous crept nearby. Voxes had uncanny hearing, and he’d snort or bellow if he sensed an attack.

It was a good “night,” all things considered. While we’d decimated the shayde population as repayment for killing most of our females, a few lingered. They bred, and their population was growing once more. There was enough now to make trouble, and enough that the humans still needed our protection in exchange for gifting us with two females once a year.

It was going to take many generations to birth enough orclings to replace our loss, and that was just numbers. We’d never replace them in our hearts.

I added more wood to the fire, though we didn’t need it for heat. Now that I was fully awake, we didn’t need it for protection either. The light was cheery, and I liked it, and that was good enough for me.

After walking the perimeter of the meadow and listening, but hearing nothing of concern in the forest, I went over to Zarran. I patted him, which he loved, plus gave a rubdown with a thick cloth, which he adored. He gruffed and sighed while I worked on his shoulders, adding extra rubs to work out any muscle kinks. He’d flown two nights to reach the village and now I was asking him to fly some more. If I didn’t take good care of him, he couldn’t give his all to protect me.

And if the dresalods attacked once we reached the island, which they did more often than I liked, he wouldn’t be in prime shape to help me fight them.

After I finished and gave him more pats to his cheeks, I turned to find Eleri sitting up, re-braiding her long hair the color of a sunset. I’d never seen anything that color outside of blossoms. Orcs universally had black hair, though some clans had shades of burgundy or green among the strands.

Her hair was long, thick, and skimmed across her lush ass. I’ll admit I spent part of the night scooted low behind her so I could sniff the floral-scented strands.

“Can I go to the woods?” she asked when she’d finished plaiting her hair. She wound it up onto the top of her head, creating a crown that suited her new role as a leader’s mate.

What would my people think of her? She’d be the first human to come to the island, and I worried they wouldn’t make her feel welcome. Although few would scorn her now that our females were nearly all dead. Anyone who was willing to bear our orclings would be treasured.

“Of course.” With my thick staff in hand, I followed her just inside the woods. I turned and scanned the area while she took care of her needs.

“I don’t suppose there’s water for washing?” she asked when we returned to the meadow.

“Only what we need to drink. We’ll fly part of the night but stop where I can refill the flask. You can swim there if you’d like.” And I could ogle her body if she didn’t ask me to turn away.

“I’ve never swam before.”

“You bathe.” She smelled sweet, not of sweat.

“Back at the village, I washed up at the river; all of us do. But while others go in deeper, I never have.”

“Why not?”

She smiled at me. “Maybe I worry about the fish nibbling on my toes.”

“We swim in the sea surrounding my island home,” I said.

“What’s it like?”

I put out the fire and gathered our few things together, preparing to fly.

“Refreshing when it’s hot in the summer. Icy when it’s cold in the winter.”

“Maybe you can teach me to swim.”

“I’d be happy to.” I could easily picture myself holding her in my arms while she clung to my shoulders. We’d be naked, of course, and she’d wrap her legs around my waist. I could take her to a big smooth rock on the shore, hoist her up, then follow, rising over her where I could stroke her water slick body.

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