Page 111 of Orc's Possession
Yanzu turns his gorja around, returning to where he last saw the female. He lifts his chin to me, acknowledging his neld’s presence. As Neld, I’m neither obligated nor inclined to help him find the female he seeks. He must prove his worth to me, not the other way.
And I find myself… intrigued… by the female as she lifts a shovel and holds it, ready to swing at Yanzu as his gorja heads in her direction.
The female has a slight frame, making me question if she’d survive a good fucking.
My cock swells at the thought of knotting her. With so few females in our colony, I haven’t been inside a female since my Haaka on Orcos. Before The Undoing.
There will never be another like my Haaka.
Though this human female is…spirited. Smart.
Yanzu spots her and pushes his gorja to reach her before another warrior claims her. She swings the shovel, knocking his arm away from her. “Vekk,” he swears.
The corner of the female’s mouth lifts as she readies the shovel again.
“Neld!” Daelix yells out my title. My knees squeeze my gorja, signaling him to move just in time. Blaster fire strikes the ground where we’d been standing.
Vekking humans have blasters now and I didn’t see where the shot came from. “Location, Daelix?”
He points to a wooden structure with a strong smell that turns my stomach even from this distance.
“Go left,” I order as I circle right. I jump from my gorja the moment I see the two humans couched behind the building firing on my men. Three punches and one kick knocks them out before Daelix reaches me.
I toss the blasters to Daelix. “Spread the word. Take any blasters, but don’t use them. I won’t risk the females.”
He slams a knife to his chest. “Yes, Neld.”
The last time we were here, the humans had weapons similar to our own. Knives, swords, bows and arrows. I don’t know if they were hiding the blasters or recently procured them from their sudden alliance with the vints. Regardless, this situation has turned dangerous for our warriors. But we will not leave until we take what is ours.
“Neld,” Baloc calls out as he heads toward me on his gorja. He has a female over his shoulder. Unlike many of the other females already captured by our warriors, this one’s kicking and clawing at him, fighting like a wild sartog. She reminds me of our graka.
Paloma fought Atox for weeks, proving she had the strength and resilience to handle him. I finally learned to respect her, a feat I never thought would happen considering she is human.
These humans have a strange appeal I’ve come to appreciate. And Atox is right; we need them as mates if we want females in our furs and younglings at our fires.
Across the camp, Atox sits atop his gorja, watching our males attack the colony. His face holds no joy or satisfaction as he dispenses orc justice to those who took his female and nearly killed him.
“When we have our females, do we leave?” Baloc asks while trying to contain the flailing female. “Do we take them home to bed them or find a place in the woods nearby?”
“Baloc, you fool, we’re in the middle of a battle. No one leaves until our grak gives the command,” I reply as four of our warriors surround a home, drag the humans out, and force them to lie prone in the mud before setting fire to the building. One by one, homes go up in flames.
We will leave our mark here today, physically and emotionally. As the humans left their mark on Atox.
My grak who watches with cold eyes hasn’t drawn a knife, slayed a single human, or damaged a blade of grass. I’d hoped today would heal the part of him that remained damaged even after his flesh healed.
I should know better; nothing can remove the pain of losing a mate. Or a youngling.
Or both.
“Grak, the men are eager to claim the females,” I say as I ride over to him.
“The females are not to be touched,” Atox orders, his voicestern and loud enough for all our warriors to hear. He’s speaking in Orcan, not the humans’ language. He doesn’t care that the females can’t understand him. His purpose here today is to satisfy his promise to our warriors and ensure the future of our people.
Atox will do whatever is required of him as grak, but he has given up on himself. I know the signs. I’ve lived them for five years.
“No one will force a female,” Atox repeats our law.
He’s right of course, but a display of dominance is in order especially given the number of females captured today.
