Page 21 of Claimed By the Orc Emperor

As we walk, Rainn looks around with wide eyes, taking it all in. We stop at a paddock where we house our Rhinoppek. “They look like horses. Well, besides their angular heads and six legs,” Rainn says as he points to them.

“They are magnificent creatures. And strong. They needs must if they can pull a carriage with four to five orcs that weigh close to or over three hundred pounds each.”

Rainn whistles. “Yeah, they would have to be.” He smiles as he looks up at the sky. “It’s so beautiful out here. Much different than the forests where I live. The colors are so vibrant and the air is so fresh.” He breathes in deeply, then wrinkles his nose. “Well, when we’re not close to horse shit.” I chuckle. Rainn sighs and leans against me, nestling close to my body. “I will never regret being stuck here. The beauty of the land alone is worth it.”

“You really enjoy it?”

“I really do.” He says with a smile. “It’s perfect.”

ChapterEight

Rainn

Axumand I talk every morning before he goes about his royal duties. It’s really nice. He tells me about Daz Vrorkrad and I tell him about Destiny. He has so many questions about the human world. Before my phone died, I showed him a few game apps that I played to help me focus in between writing chapters.

“Why do you play on this device instead of playing games with friends?” he asked, frowning at the matching game he was playing. He seemed to find it distasteful, which I found hilarious.

I shrugged. “Sometimes, talking to people is… trying.”

He looked up at me, a look of concern on his face. “Do you find me trying? I am sorry if I?—”

Climbing in his lap, I kissed his lips to stop his chatter. “You are perfect, Axum. I really love talking to you and being around you.”

His smile filled me with happiness.

A few days later, Axum wakes me up with a grin on his face. “How would you like to visit the market today?”

I smile sleepily at him. “I’d love to.”

He kisses me quickly, then helps me out of bed. We go to the bathing pool to wash and we clean our teeth before I get dressed in one of Axum’s tunics. He told me we’d be going to the tailor today so I can have a variety of my own clothes, but he said I would always be welcome to wear his tunics.

Over the past week or so, I’ve grown accustomed to wearing his clothes, with no underwear underneath. There’s something freeing about walking around with my dick and balls swinging, feeling the breeze on my skin there. From what Axum told me, not many people here wear underwear, so I fit right in.

Axum cinches a cloth tie around my waist so the tunic doesn’t blow around all willy nilly. I have to admit it’s a nice addition.

Taking my hand, he guides me outside, telling me about the market. It’s not often that Axum isn’t holding my hand or touching me in some way, even when we’re in his room. I love it more than I care to admit.

There are over one hundred booths with orcs and anyone that crossed through the barrier selling their wares. I’ve looked at the market from our bedroom window, but didn’t want to venture there alone. Not because I was afraid, but because I wanted to share that first experience with Axum.

“Olog’s mate works at a booth near the front of the market. We can go visit her so you two can meet,” Axum says, motioning to the entrance of the market.

It’s bustling in the market, orcs walking around, talking loudly and laughing as they barter. The sounds of tinkling coins and the crinkling of paper wrapping goods fills the air. Everyone is so happy and I smile at the younger orcs dashing around with their friends.

I watch in wonder, loving this sense of community. In Destiny, we don’t have anything close to this. Sure, we have flea markets, but everyone keeps to themselves, only speaking when absolutely necessary. They walk around with their noses in the air, touching items for sale as if they’re beneath them. It’s maddening.

But here, people talk and laugh and compliment items sold and haggle fairly. I really fucking love it here.

Axum and I walk forward and he introduces me to Olog’s mate, Duma. She embraces me, her large arms wrapped around me as if we’re old friends. I sink into them, smiling up at her.

Orc women look different to their men. Still tall and strong, with rippling muscles, but more lean and their facial features are softer. Their tusks are also shorter, not jutting as much from their lower jaw.

“Olog has told me much about the emperor’s consort,” she says.

I look at Axum with a raised eyebrow. His cheeks darken with a blush. Shaking my head, I focus back on Duma. “I hope it was all good things.”

“Of course.”

She shows me all of the brooches and pins she made, as well as some sort of belt thingy that would cinch around my waist much as the tie I have around it now. It’s much prettier than the belt, so I immediately ask for its price so I can wear it now.

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