“Thank you,” I say as she gives me a soft smile. I’ve only seen a few other orc females in the years since they returned.
“This is my mother. Gathra.” Mol nods to the woman.
“Eat well, young one. You will need your strength for what is coming.” There’s a playful sparkle in her gray eyes, she’s half Mol’s size, muscular but tired looking. She winks at Mol before setting the platter on a stump, then returns to a structure on the other side of the fire pit.
“You are lucky to have your mother here.”
“Yes. I am.” Mol stabs a slice of the delicious smelling meat and holds it to my mouth.
“I can feed myself. Just like I can walk. Run. And whatever else. I’m a fully functioning capable adult.”
He grunts some sort of disagreement, but I decide to let it go. The meat melts in my mouth and I let out a long, dirty sounding moan as I swallow.
“What is that noise you make?” Mol asks as I run the back of my hand over my lips and he stabs another piece of meat.
“What? You mean…mmmmmmm?” I repeat my moan and there’s a solid bump from his lap onto the backs of my thighs. “Mmmmmmm.” I do it again, embellishing for effect, watching his eyes dilate, then, there’s another bump upward from under my ass. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.” I do it again, doubling down on the porn star act because it’s clearly distressing him and it’s entertaining watching this enormous monster squirm.
“Yes, that noise. Now,stop.”
“That,” I say,“is the sound ofpleasure.” I give him my most sultry look, licking my lips, crinkling my nose. “Mmmmmmm—” I start but he slaps his other hand over my mouth, covering most of my face in the process as I’m lifted several inches higher on his lap.
“I saidstop making that sound.”
I shrug as he removes his hand. “Kinda thought you liked it.”
“Iwilllike it when I have you on all fours taking my seed. But not here, not now.” He growls, sending prickling heat down my back as he grunts toward the other orcs within ear shot.
I’m stunned into silence which is a big deal for me processing what he just said.
Mol goes silent as well and I take the next bite of the meat. Then more water. Then more meat until I’m stuffed and leaning back against the leather straps on his chest, feeling snug and satisfied. Safe and somehow hopeful for the first time in years.
“Your camp is nice. Not what I expected.”
“What did you expect? To see us living in muddy holes in the ground?”
“No, I mean, I just…” I exhale. “I just didn’t know what to expect, I guess. It’s so organized, and bigger than I thought it would be, but I don’t think I’m very popular.”
A group of three male orcs sit around the other side of the fire, flicking their gazes my way, then going back to running stones over the blades of their axes and swords.
“Orcs do not care about popular. You are mine now, my mate. They will adapt. Or not. It will not change that fact, my Selthe.”
His voice softens on the words. It’s still a grumble but it’s sort of sweet and I lean my head against his chest, listening to the heavy pounding of his heart. I feel him pulling me in. It’s a feeling unfamiliar to me but there’s this little part of me that wants to give him everything I have. I want to feel this protected and safe forever.
When I look up, I think I see the same thing in his eyes. He wants to be my protector. There is lust there as well, heady and thick, and feelings well inside of me, threatening to make me question everything.
“Your father, is he here also?” I ask, suddenly wanting to know everything about him.
“No.” Mol lowers his eyes, tugging me closer as I nestle against him. “He did not make it more than a year after we were taken. He fought the Moban at every turn. They executed him in front of our clan. Making an example out of him. We fought back, but in the end, they subdued us with their technology. Collared us with devices that could inhibit our strength and render us powerless when it suited them, but extended our lives indefinitely. All the better for their slaves to last longer.”
I run my hand along the base of his neck. A series of thick scars the shape of pennies encircle his throat.
“I don’t want to cause trouble here.” I say. The years have not been kind to anyone on the planet, but what he’s been through is nothing compared to most humans.
“You are not trouble. You are mine to protect. My…” His eyes narrow, lips pressing tight as the fire glances off his lower tusks. “Baby. It is a human term of affection that suits who you are to me. Baby.”
The sweet, simple word sounds strange coming from this hulking monster but that does nothing to lessen the titillating effect it has down between my legs. My nipples draw tight, a flutter in my belly tap dances around as wetness seeps into my panties.
He looks at me with such intensity, I feel naked. I’m vulnerable for the first time in so long, I’m not sure how to act.