Page 37 of Orc's Possession
Weak.
My father would thrash me.
I’ve been too lenient with her.
But I refuse to be like Narzik The Cruel.
My people watch how I handle her. I do not wish to break her spirit, but I will not wait much longer for her to accept me.
Riding a gorja, sparring with my warriors… everything I do on a daily basis cannot be done with a hard cock. She will learn to take it soon, and often, so I may focus on my duties as grak.
As I exit the mountain, I wonder why I set the light disks to a dim setting for when she wakes. Another orc would leave them off, to ensure his female overcame her fear of the dark.
Weak, Atox. You’re as weak as your mother.
My father’s words plague me as I spot my sister working alongside a dozen females cooking the morning meal. After my warriors eat and leave for their duties, the rest of my people will eat. Ossa is a natural leader, more so than me, and manages many of the females and males who aren’t warriors.
“Ossa,” I call her over to me.
Perhaps my mate will take over for Ossa one day so my sister can find another mate. Despite the six seasons between us, she is still a beautiful female, and we have several older males in our numbers who could handle her.
I quickly dismiss this idea because I cannot picture Paloma giving orders like Ossa, especially to orcs twice her size. Ossa knows how to stand up to the largest and meanest of warriors. She trained for it, by surviving our father.
While Paloma has spirit, she cares not for me or my people. She cannot speak our language. If she had a language chip… No, even then, I cannot see her managing any orcs here, male or female.
Vekk, I’m trying to make my female fit in by considering what job would suit her, when the only job I need her to perform is bearing my younglings. I don’t care whether she does chores ornot, but as the mate of a grak, my people will expect her to work as hard as they do.
“You don’t look pleased, Atox,” Ossa says as she approaches. “Did the female not satisfy you in bed?”
“That is none of your concern.”
“You brought a human to our settlement and plan to bring more. They are fragile, pathetic beings who will weaken us. That makes it my concern.”
“Enough, Ossa. We’ve had this discussion before. The female is here and here she will remain. She is mine, and you will treat her as you would any other orc.” I eye Ossa and rethink my words. “You will treat herbetterthan you treat other orcs.”
My sister doesn’t muffle the beginning of a growl forming in her throat. She’s never been one to hide her feelings, around me or any other. Except our father. Ossa is brash, pushy, stubborn, but she is not stupid.
“I will be gone most of the day. When I am not here, you will watch over my female and help her acclimate.”
“I already have enough duties. I do not have time to chase one foolish human around to keep her from hurting herself.”
“She is but one small female, Ossa.”
“You want her, you help her.”
Only Ossa would dare talk to me like this, but as grak I don’t have to listen to her. The reverse is not the same. “You will do as ordered.”
No growl this time as movement by our mountain’s southern entrance catches her attention. “Your female has eyes for another, brother.”
My female follows Zendar out from the mountain. My warrior walks a few steps ahead of her, glancing over his shoulder more than once. He’s shortened his stride. I’ve caught Zendar watching the human females in Pen’Kesh more than once.
A growl leaves my throat before I realize I’m heading straight for him. “Zendar, you are late for your duties.”
His eyes rake over my female and in seconds I have him flat on his back with my knife at his throat. “She is my mate, Zendar. This is the only warning I’ll give you to keep your distance from her.”
Zendar is one of my best fighters, and the one with the least discipline. That’s what makes him such a good fighter. But he knows better than to challenge me, especially when it is over a female I’ve declared mine.
“I will not touch her, Grak. She looked familiar.”
