Her warm flesh is silk against my palm even as she tugs and smacks at my clenched fingers. She’s wearing a leather corset with a white blouse, her ripe, full bosom spilling from the top. She smells like rose petals andsmilak—an orc treat close to what humans call caramel. My mouth waters as my tusks dig into my upper lip, my imagination taking over as a vision of ripping her leather stitched pants from her body makes my mouth water and my heart speed.
Her eyes are like the painted sky, full lips a fierce deep pink, and I imagine her nipples the same color. She is fire and temptation, the mating pheromones she gives off linking with mine and there is no going back.
A human is my mate.
No.NO.
I cannot have a mate. Let alone human. I cannot be distracted from protecting my people. My family. I will not lose any more of them.
I remind myself of the evil done to our kind by human hands, but none of that seems to matter as I sweep my arm under her ass and mount her belly over my shoulder. She is not staying here. Not where she is unprotected. She is small, soft and…mine.
She’s as small as an orc child but she is every bit a breeding age female. I imagine how she will feel under me, naked and writhing after I rip every stitch from her body. My cock is already fighting to get at her, to fill her with every drop of the mating release I’ve saved for her for over three centuries.
I’m working out my plan as I lay my foot into an oncoming human with purple hair, sending him crashing into a cart selling incense and candles. All the better, humans’ need for putrid sweet smells turns my stomach.
Two more humans rush forward as the female punches at my back.
“Put her down,” the male barks, reaching for her foot.
I sweep him away with the back of my hand, then grab the other by the throat.
“Those are my customers you big dipshit!” She screams while she kicks, her softness twisting on my shoulder.
The sun has set, a platter of the silver moon glowing above as the sound of engines and screams rise from my left.
“The coalition,” Oran says, looking my way then toward the noise. “They’re here.” He growls as the rest of the humans left standing around us bolt toward the dark tree line surrounding the festival grounds.
“What do we do?”
“We came here to killthem.Not protect tiny females from harmless human beta males.” Tigor grunts.
I focus on the rising chaos. There are ten coalition vehicles at least. More on motorcycles.
“We will get our revenge. But not tonight. We must go. Let them have the festival.” I turn in the direction of our camp.
“No.” Oran pulls his spear from the sheath on his back. “We will defend what is ours.”
“Yes. We will, but I will not risk her. She is mine. I must take her back.”
“Take me back?” She quips. “Over my dead body.”
“We will leave. That’s an order, Oran. Tigor, come.”
They look at each other, shake their heads as fires rise in the distance, screams cutting through the night as humans run and engines rev, the noise closing in.
My brothers follow beside me as I break into a run, the dark-haired female bouncing on my shoulder.
“Looks like the breeding program is starting here as well.” Tigor laughs as we hit the edge of the woods, pointing his spear ahead.
“Mother told you about the glow.Look…” Oran says as he points to the ground in front of me.
The green haze of light arches out from under my kilt as my cock rises again, straining against the leather. I bare my teeth at my brothers and snarl.
“Mine.” I say, an unfamiliar possessive rage turning me against my own.
“She’s yours, alright, brother. The female is fertile. That causes the glow. Mother will be so proud. The breeding will commence.”
“Breeding!”I hear her high-pitched squeal from over my shoulder. “Over my dead bodytwice.”