Page 59 of Orc's Possession
“Shameful.”
One by one, their voices become louder and more brazen as they fling their insults at my female.
“It wasn’t my choice,” she mumbles at my side, but says nothing to those condemning her. This is not the outspoken female I’ve come to know.
“Would you like me to slay them for you?”
Paloma’s eyes widen in horror. “You can’t kill them for taunting me.”
“I most certainly can.” But that doesn’t mean I will. Unless she requires it of me. I bare my tusks at the humans as a warning.
A smile crosses her face and she slides her hand into mine. My heart skips a beat. My mate reached out to me! That knowledge sits forefront in my mind as I glare at the humans scorning her.
“They’re not bad people, Atox. Not deep down.”
My mate is too kind toward a people who don’t deserve her. People who cast her out because they did not see her worth.
A growl rises from my throat. I won’t kill the humans for mere insults, but I will teach them to respect my female. And the way I teach respect to outsiders leaves them sore, bruised, broken, and bleeding, but alive. Negotiating with their leaders for future women will be significantly easier if I don’t kill their people. I am grak after all. I need to show some restraint.
“Atox, can you put me on your shoulders?”
My female makes an odd request for something I’ve never done for anyone except Ossa’s younglings when they were little. My female is light, though I don’t see the point of her request.
After removing my sword from my back, I lift my female by her waist and set her on top of my shoulders. She balances herself beautifully, leaving my hands free for my sword and knives, should I need them.
I’m not prepared for the intoxicating scent of her cunt riding against my neck. I toy with the idea of carrying her in front of me, where my mouth would be aptly positioned. My cock hardens, barely constrained by my loin cloth, but all eyes in the marketare on my female, and not my cock. She’s drawn more attention to herself this way.
“What are you doing, female?”
“Making a statement. And looking to see if any of my sisters are here.”
“You have siblings?”
“Three sisters.”
“How do I not know this?”
“They were inside the house when you came for me. My father ordered them to stay out of sight. He feared for them. Not for me.” She shrugs. “And you’ve never asked.”
I’ve only looked at her as the female who would birth my younglings. Nothing more. I’ve been as callous as my father. I growl.
She slaps my head. “Stop that.”
I tilt my head back as far as I can without knocking her off me. “You will not hit me, female.”
“I didn’t hit you. I swatted you. There’s a difference.”
“You struck me. What you call it does not matter.”
“Maybe it’s foreplay.”
Vekk, now my cock is hard and I’m not sure how to proceed. I certainly won’t punish her for initiating sex.
“This is not the place to fuck.” I can find one rather quickly, however. Woods and caves surround the market. But I’m not quite sure if she is offering.
Blunt nails dig into my shoulders. “Is this more foreplay, female?”
She doesn’t answer. I catch the direction of her stare. The male who sold her to me, her father, stands across the market. I stop the growl before it leaves my throat, even though I remember quite vividly how he struck her the day she became mine.
