Page 8 of Orc's Possession
“Once I breed this female, my warriors will see it can be done,” I tell Verig, who still doubts my plan.
“She will break. Perhaps you should mount her here, then demand another if she does not survive.”
When I run my eyes up and down the female’s form, she glares at me. Vek, if my cock doesn’t stir. No, her defiance willnotbe an issue. I will enjoy taming her.
“Small and frail, Atox,” Verig adds.
Small, yes. And there is a softness to her. As for frail… I’m not convinced.
Her breasts are larger than female orcs’ and she has many curves that speak of pleasure beneath the furs. Her shape appeals to me, though I’ve never seen a female with such blunt teeth. Verig’s idea of fucking the female here has merit but that would require staying among the humans longer than necessary. Their stench turns my stomach.
“They all look equally frail, Verig. I will take this one. If she does not survive, we will return for another. I need strong progeny.”
“Half-orc, half-human, Atox.”
That’s the flaw in my plan. A very large flaw, since I have no proof a human can bear an orc youngling. Compatibility aside, these females are smaller. It will do no good to lose the female in the birthing process.
“We will find a way,” I say, my eyes on the female as she raises her voice at the councilman. When she draws her shoulders back, pushing out breasts that draw my eyes more and more, the councilman strikes her across her face.
In two strides, I reach him as he raises his hand to strike her again. Already, her cheek has turned red with the outline of the male’s hand.
“You will damage my female,” I say, restraining myself fromgutting him for such an insult. We agreed to protect these weak humans in exchange for females, and this is the first of what I hope will be many more. If I kill one of their leaders, we will lose what might be our only chance at surviving as a species.
“She’s my daughter.” This inferior male glares at me, spewing inconsequential words.
Pain flares in his eyes and fires my blood as I continue squeezing. I won’t stop before I hear the satisfying snapping of his thin bones. “Now, she belongs to me.”
My female hisses, but I don’t turn to her. She will learn her place soon enough. My focus remains on the male who dares challenge me.
Bones crunch beneath my fingers and still I do not release him. Pain delivers a message in a way useless words cannot.
“Kill him, Atox,” Verig says in Orcan.
The human male cries out in pain.
“Please don’t,” a soft voice begs. The female. Her voice is lyrical like the music my mother used to play on the abistoo before her death. I’m lost in my memories of my home on Orcos, until my female lays her hand on mine, returning me to the present.
She wishes me to spare the male who insulted me but she doesn’t dig her nails into me or try to bend my fingers back as an orc female would. My heart sinks at what I’m giving up by taking such a weak creature for my mate. I need a resilient female to bear me strong younglings. But a deal has been struck, and there is more at stake here than my personal needs.
“He touched you. You aremine. I have a right to take payment for damages.”
I toy with the idea of killing the male to end the treaty so I’m justified in leaving without this weak female, but I need her.
This female whohissedat me. Me, the grak of my people.
She glares at me with a defiance in her eyes that stirs my cock.
“If you don’t kill him, they’ll think us weak,” Verig says too lowfor the humans to hear. My second in command often sees things differently and catches details I miss, which is why he is invaluable to me. Although he does not agree with my plan to take human females to propagate our species.
The more I watch this female, the more I wonder why the humans have been so eager to give her to me. The idea that she is a spy remains forefront in my mind. Spy or not, I need her.
“I’m not damaged,” the female says, making me wonder if she understood what Verig said to me, but then I dismiss the idea. Human females don’t have language chips. Only the males do.
I shove the human male back, hoping he’ll attack me so I’ll have an excuse to kill him without risking the treaty. Weakling that he is, he crashes against the door of his abode and sinks to the ground. So vekking frustrating not being able to run him through with my sword or snap his puny neck.
The male stays in the dirt, and shouts at my female, “You’ll never see Camila, Renata, and Marta again. Nunca, chica. Comprendes? It’s bad enough you’ll be whoring yourself out to those monsters. I won’t have you contaminating anyone else.”
I do not know what camilarenataandmarta is, but my female appears ready to attack him. This female has more courage than her sire.
