Page 33 of Orc's Possession
“Nothing remained of our world. We destroyed each other and our planet in the process.”
“But I thought orcs don’t have much technology.”
“Enough, female. Sleep.”
I have too many questions to sleep. I want to know how they destroyed themselves. It was a fate we often envisioned back on Earth, blowing up the planet with nuclear warheads. Instead of an attack coming from within, an alien army invaded. The nuclear weapons we trained on their ships were neutralized and fell from the sky like hollow rocks. After a lot of destruction to Earth’s population and infrastructure, we fell. Hard.
“Atox?”
The heavy sigh I hear tells me he isn’t pleased with my using his name.
“Sleep, female.”
“I’m not tired yet. I have more questions.”
His hand slides under my tunic, the tunic he refuses to let me lower past my hips. He strokes my stomach. “I can tire you.”
I swat his hand before it moves higher.
“You struck me,” he says with a growl that I feel at the back of my head. “Good. Do so again, female.”
His cock, hard as steel yet again, presses against my ass. Fucking orc… It doesn’t take much to turn him on. But he removes his hand, lowers my tunic down to my hips, and pulls me snug against him.Withhis cock nestled between my ass cheeks.
Somehow, that makes me laugh. Atox doesn’t lack humor, and maybe his heart is in the right place, even if that place is only reserved for orcs. I guess I’ll have to find a common ground with him, at least until I find a way back to Earth.
ATOX IM GRAK
Listeningto my female’s breathing ease as I hold her to me, feeling her flesh against mine, and remembering the satisfaction of making her come gives me a solace I have not known for some time. Despite her being human, I am growing fond of her.
And yet that worries me.
I sense this female will be my undoing one day. Vek, that is the wrong word to use. Getting to know her and putting up with her strange ways and beliefs is nothing like The Undoing on Orcos.
I was right about her, though. My female has hidden strengths, ones I will foster if I can gain her trust. Her soft flesh pressing against me is a pleasure I’ve never truly known before, not even with the females I fucked on Orcos. Then again, I never truly knew them. Didn’t care to. As I don’t care to know much about my female… just enough to maintain peace between us so I can focus on my duties as grak.
The questions she asks are difficult to answer, especially since I still battle with what happened during The Undoing. She is right, though. Orcs fight with weapons forged with metal, sweat,and blood. We didn’t have the technology to destroy our world, and yet what remains of Orcos now drifts in space, a fragmented, dead planet.
Those who survived The Undoing fled. A few thousand came with me. Mostly soldiers as I’d been commanding my forces at the time the planet splintered. We had minutes, seconds, to board the ships and launch. Many of the women and younglings had boarded in advance, a precaution I took based on intel. It never occurred to me that those ships would be destroyed during launch.
Other ships remain missing, including my brother’s. I still hold out hope that one day he will find his way here. In all likelihood, his ship was one of the dozens we saw destroyed as we fled Orcos before our world exploded. My only solace is knowing my father remained on Orcos, with my sword through his middle, when the planet blew apart.
I pull Paloma against me, suddenly needing to feel her warmth. This female is the future of my people, even if she is not ready to accept that. I lock my arms around her, ensuring she won’t flee while I sleep. For the first time in months, I fall asleep without cursing my father for the war that brought me and my people to Kovos.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PALOMA
As I stare at the river, looking at my reflection, I wonder in awe how I managed to sleep in a pitch-black room last night, without having a single nightmare. In fact, I slept unusually well, better than I have in months but stress and all that traveling can do that to a person.
As well as a fabulous orgasm.
And being held by a massive guy who kept me warm and safe.
“What is taking you so long, female?” Atox calls over to me from a section of high ground above the river where I’m bending over, splashing water onto my face, legs, and arms. This little cleansing ritual can’t be called a bath by anyone’s definition, but it will have to do for now. I’m not going to undress and immerse myself in the water while Atox stands on the riverbank watching me and the woods.
“Aren’t we in your territory?” I ask. “You don’t need to stand guard.”
“There are dangers here.”
