Page 92 of Orc's Possession
“I love when you carry me.”
“I thought you hated it.”
“Only when you sling me over your shoulder like some animal you hunted and killed. But this…” Her finger follows the line of my jaw and then glides along a tusk. “This is perfect. I get to see you, talk with you.” She yawns. “Sorry. It’s been a long few days and I haven’t been sleeping well without you here.”
“Why?”
“Because you make me feel safe. It’s not that I fear your people, our people, Atox, but it’s not the same as being in your arms.”
I set her down on the bed and she sits up on her knees and wraps her arms around me. “I guess you’ll have to do all the work tonight, my grak.”
I run my nose along her neck up to her ear, breathing in her glorious scent. My cock is already hard again, but she stifles another yawn.
“Sleep, female. I want you rested when you take my cock. Tomorrow, we will spend the morning savoring one another.”
“I have a favor to ask,” she says.
I tumble her into my lap so I may see her face. “Is that why you sucked my cock? To curry favors from me?”
“Do you really think I’d do that?” Her eyes shine with playfulness.
“Yes. I do.”
She slaps my biceps, the strike light compared to how a female orc would hit a male, but she isn’t orc, not fully. I accept these differences now, even enjoy many of them, as she amuses and challenges me in her own way.
“You’re right. I’m not above using sex to get what I want.”
I growl.
She rolls her eyes, a cute sign of annoyance she sometimes makes when she’s in a good mood, such as now. “But only from you, my grak.”
“Good.” I squeeze her bottom. “What is this favor you want?”
“Sojek brought a note back from Pen’Kesh a few days ago. It’s from my sister Camilla. She’s working at the produce stands in two days. Sojek says he’ll take me, but only if you give me permission.”
“You have never mentioned any desire to see your sisters.”
Her smile falters. She doesn’t think I understand. Or care.
“Camila is my family, Atox. Like you and Ossa. And Ossa’s kids. When my people sold me to you, I thought…”
Her voice trails off until I stroke her cheek. “Do not be afraid to speak to me.”
“I thought I’d never be allowed to see them again. Now I can if you approve. Please, Atox, let me see my sister.”
The way she asks, with hope in her voice, makes it impossible to say no. As does thinking about my family. The loss of my brother Baxen left a hole in me long ago. That wound may never heal. If I knew where he was, I’d let nothing stand in my way of reaching him.
“I will take you to Pen’Kesh,” I say without delay.
“Really?” Her face lights.
My cock stirs with her excitement. No doubt remains. This female will indeed be the death of me with how easily she controls me. I can envision no better way to die than with her legs wrapped around me and my cock buried deep inside her. Dying a warrior’s death, in battle, would be a close second.
“I won’t keep you from those you care about.”
She throws her arms around me and presses her mouth to my ear. “I love you, Atox.”
Love. I don’t know how to respond to that.
