Page 35 of Shared By Two Orcs

An orc pursuing a human woman is one thing in itself that some already look down upon, but to share a woman with another orc? That’s a whole different territory altogether. No one in the Shattered Lands clan has ever done something like this.

“I feel so wrong for doing what I did… Or am I just overthinking things? Damn it!”

Deep down, a part of me is happy with Willo having both of us. But I’m not sure how to wade through the rest of my emotions. Should I be okay with another male seeing me intimately – even if he’s not interested in me in that way? Should I want to see my woman being used by him, too?

I’m not sure. The only thing I do know is I need space to sort through it. To handle the doubt and awkwardness I feel when I think about facing Duma after seeing his cum paint the same woman I want. It feels wrong that it didn’t feel wrong.

Since that night, I haven’t seen him around much. When I have, I find myself going out of my way to avoid him exactly like the way I did before.

The sight of him elicits a strange feeling inside of me. Not quite hatred, in fact it almost feels like camaraderie… But something just gets in the way of it. Maybe it’s the orc ideals that are screaming at me not to share Willo. I’m not even sure if I’ll ever be able to look him in the eye ever again. Shit, I even have trouble looking at myself in the mirror these days.

“Is there even a relationship there anymore?” I ask myself, thinking of our arrangement with Willo. “We haven’t had a group date in so long now… But that’s my fault.”

Through excuses such as being busy with work or by feeling ill, I’ve been weaseling my way out of seeing Duma. But how long am I going to be able to get away with it? Shit, I’m even meeting up with Willo less than I used to, even before group dates got implemented. I think now of something she told me on our last date three days ago.

“Is something spreading between the orcs on this camp? You were sick last week, and now Duma has fallen ill with stomach issues. We haven’t gone out together in so long.”

Thinking about it now, I’m hit with the sudden realization that Duma may be avoiding me too. A knot forms in my chest from the thought of it. A wave of sadness hits me as I realize how my desires might have broken the three of us up. It hurts me knowing we were starting to form a real friendship and we were both able to receive what we want – Willo.

I can only imagine how hurt she is right now.

“Alas,” I mutter. “It’s likely for the best… Maybe I have no choice but to just move on. It was nothing more than a sexual urge that I should never have acted on. Maybe he didn’t want me to edge Willo into taking us both at once…”

However, as much as I tell myself I’m used to this sort of loss, this hits me on a whole other level. I don’t want to lose either of them. Not Willo, whom I’ve grown increasingly attached to nor Duma, whom I was building an unfathomable friendship with.

I fall asleep wondering what we are going to do to fix this.

* * *

The following morning,I wake up tired and groggy. I have an early shift at the mines today so there’s no time for me to catch up on missed sleep. I’m just going to have to suck it up and push through my fatigue. I rise up, trodding over to my bathroom.

I use cold water to splash my face in an effort to jolt myself awake. Instinctually, I reach for the rirzed oil, only taking notice of it when some of its droplets rest in my palm. Shaking my head, I rinse it off and move on with my day.

After getting dressed, I head out into the usual hive of activity of the camp. Running a hand over my tired face, I take a deep breath and make my way to the canteen. There, I have a bowl of bahru stew, some slices of stale bread, and a cup of kaffo. Some of my friends try coming over to strike up a conversation but I have no interest in anyone today. I only wish to be left alone to continue to drown in my thoughts.

The time comes for me to go to work. I leave the canteen and saunter in the direction of the mines. Milug emerges from the entrance and exit point, having just wrapped up his shift. He nods and waves as I approach. His expression quickly turns into a grimace when he sees the state I am in.

“Damn, Yamarz, you look like shit. Are you okay?” he asks.

“I didn’t catch enough shuteye last night. Not even breakfast could wake me up.”

“Are you sure you can work?”

“Yeah,” I answer. Internally, I know it might help to take my mind off of things.

“So…” mutters Milug in a suspicious tone. “I heard you’ve been chatting with Duma recently.”

Shit, what does he know?

“Here and there,” I reply. “Why do you ask?”

“No particular reason, I just thought someone like you wouldn’t be friends with that type of orc.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask. “Spit it out Milug, it’s too early for this shit.”

“Hey man, I ain’t accusing you of anything so calm down!”

Phew… For a moment there, I thought I was screwed.

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