Mol’s enormous fingers press under my chin then slip down my throat. “Taking care of you means I will do everything for you. I will break bones, I will remove beating hearts, put heads on stakes and burn the kingdoms of anyone that would come to harm you.”
I consider that for a moment. A few hours ago, I didn’t know this creature except for the proof that he can tear apart humans from watching him at the abandoned house yesterday.
“But why?”
“Because we are mated. I will breed with you. You will carry many of my offspring. There is no doubt.”
My pussy pulses along with whatever is under me. I shake away my doubts. One thing I’ve learned since the return, is life is precarious. Tomorrow isn’t promised and somewhere deep in my primal DNA, I feel what he feels.
“If I am your mate,” I whisper, his eyes lustful and surprised as I turn, shifting my feet to the ground and stand between his knees. I’m barely face to face with him as he stays seated. “Show me what that means.”
I reach down and pull his hand into mine. It’s heavy, rough, and I shiver thinking of what his fingers will feel like on my body.
“You are so small.” His face looks pained again. “You are soft and…” His voice trails off as his chin drops to his chest on a groan.
I reach up with my other hand and tug at the leather lace on the front of my corset. “Maybe you need more incentive?”
I have my own serious doubts about how this will work, that Mol’s…equipment, whatever it is, will fit me, but lust has a way of making the impossible seem possible.
His eyes snap upward as I wiggle my fingers in the lacing, loosening the leather that holds my breasts up threatening to set them free right here in front of Mol and whoever else is watching.
“No.” He barks, sweeping me up in one motion as my nipples tighten and I draw a sharp breath. “Not here. No one will see you, Selthe, butme.”
The green glow from under his kilt is suddenly luminous, drawing gasps and deep chuckles from surrounding orcs.
“Then, you better find us a more private place.Fast.”
ChapterFive
Mol
This does not feel real.
She does not look at me like a monster the way most humans do. When she touches me, knots deep inside me begin to loosen.
I’m not just a leader, desperate to prevent further loss to my people. There is hope in her touch and it brings life to parts of me I had long ago locked away. Years of enslavement, death and hopelessness left no room in my life for hope. For this. For her.
The human that is unlocking my heart. Orc as it may be.
So much weight I’ve carried for so long feels lighter somehow, yet more important.
“Your home is lovely.” She steps through the door of my structure, twirling and touching my things. A bear skull hung on the wall, the fur and hides stretched over the walls, the carved wooden table where I sit at night drinking mead and thinking of how to provide safety and security for my clan. Hating the aliens for stealing our lives and our freedom for so long, then hating humans more for making what should have been a triumphant return home into a war of prejudice and hate we can never win.
“Who are these people? Family?” She runs her delicate fingers over the crude paintings done by Kathra, my mother’s sister, who perished on the Moban planet.
“Yes. That is my mother and father. My sister, Athaan, Tigor and Oran when they were much younger. The last is my other brother, Gathred. He was lost or killed during the return. We have not seen him since the first camp the humans jailed us in after we arrived.”
“I have some paintings of my family. Ones I did over the years, but…” She drops her shoulders, eyes on the dirt floor. “I don’t feel happy when I look at them anymore.”
“Why not? If they have hurt you, I will hurt them one hundred times in return.”
She shakes her head. “That wouldn’t help. They just…” She forces a smile as my heart pinches in my chest. “They changed. We had a wonderful life. Free and full of wanderlust. Then, they got a taste of something else. What it felt like tohavewhen others did not. They moved to Texas after, building walls around their home, worshiping at the altar of their bank accounts and superiority. All the love and acceptance they taught me as a child is gone. I don’t even know them anymore.”
She turns, her eyes soft as she bites her lip, stepping my way. Her corset is half unlaced, the white fabric of her blouse loose and lower on her fleshy tits, calling for my mark. I press my lips tight, lest I begin to drool down my chin thinking of tasting her flesh for the first time.
I’ve never wanted like this. It strains inside of me, pulling and pushing my organs around, and let’s not even mention what’s she’s doing to my cock.
She cups my jaw in her little hands, so soft I barely feel it, yet it sends a bolt of need through me. Her blue eyes stick to mine, telling me she understands without saying a word.