Rosa’s throat swallowed — he was offering her up for his medics’study? — and she couldn’t help a quick, uneasy glance around at the five watching orcs. All of whom had been nothing but kind and respectful to her these past days, but —
“Will they need to — touch me?” she asked John, her voice not quite even. “Or, um,dothings, to me?”
The uncertainty had begun flaring, her body curling in on itself — until John gave her chin a gentle but purposeful shake, dragging her eyes back to his. “They shall not touch you,” he said firmly. “Only I shall do this, whilst they watch and learn. And if you wish to stop the lesson, you shall only speak this. Ach?”
There was a low, whispering burn in Rosa’s belly — John was going touseher to teach his medics alesson— and somehow, the unease blinked entirely away, replaced by something that almost felt like eagerness. She would help John, in this. She would be a good pet for her lord. She was safe, cared for,worthy.
It was a strange certainty, perhaps, especially once she’d given a sharp little nod, and John promptly drew her tunic off over her head. Leaving her sitting there completely naked on a table, and feeling the full, weighted attention of the rest of the room’s orcs, all of whom had left their work behind, and come to stand around the table.
“On your back,” John said, soft, an order — and Rosa swallowed hard as she obeyed, lying her bare body back onto the smooth stone. Looking at his face, rather than the other orcs, though she could feel their eyes, close, prickling, unnervingly present.
“We have all studied our own kind at length,” John said to her, stroking a gentle hand up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. “So I shall show them the parts of you that differ from our own. Ach?”
Rosa nodded, fought to keep her breaths steady, to ignore the way her nipples had hardened in the room’s cool air. But John had noticed, surely, giving them a brief, telling glance that seemed almost satisfied.
“Good pet,” he murmured. “Now, open your mouth.”
It took Rosa several seconds to obey, her eyes darting wildly at the watching orcs — until a gentle pinch to her side drew her gaze back to John again. He was waiting, patient, almost amused at her discomfiture — so Rosa finally opened her mouth, her heart thumping, and waited.
“You see her teeth,” John’s casual voice said, as though this — his pet naked on a table, with her mouth open, while a room full of orcs peered inside — was a perfectly normal, everyday activity. “They are small and blunt, with weak little fangs. They are not meant for tearing or killing, as ours are.”
One of the orcs — perhaps Marcus — asked a question, something about pressure, and in reply John ordered Rosa to bite down on his finger, as hard as she could. A command that, again, felt surprisingly difficult to obey, but Rosa finally clamped down on it, with as much force as she could muster. Earning not even the slightest glance of pain across John’s eyes, but only a warm, approving amusement.
“See?” he said to Marcus, showing him the faint red indentation she’d made on his finger. “It is naught to speak of.”
The other orcs seemed intrigued by this, and launched into a fascinating conversation about how jaw size might impact total bite pressure. After which John’s fingers moved to Rosa’s ears, stroking over her rounded tips, while the orcs discussed the accepted hypothesis that the altered shape provided a different hearing spectrum.
Next John showed the orcs where he’d bitten Rosa’s neck, explaining how she had begun to heal, but far slower than an orc would have. Leading into an involved discussion about wound care, which went on long enough that Rosa had almost relaxed again — at least, until John’s warm hand slipped downwards, and gently curved over her barebreast.
Her whole body stiffened, and John surely saw it, his brow furrowing, his eyes catching on hers. But yes, yes, she could do this, shewantedto do this — and at her fervent nod, his other hand obligingly dropped down to mirror the first, covering both her breasts in the heat of his large palms.
“Her teats are small,” he said, “but well-formed. It pleases her to have them cupped and stroked, and their points pinched and teased.”
Oh hell, he hadnotjust said that — but now he wasdemonstrating, softly pinching at Rosa’s already-peaked nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “One must yet be gentle,” he continued calmly. “I should not bite these, or use claws, as I might with another orc.”
Rosa’s chest was suddenly heaving, her eyes narrowing, and John’s gaze back was deceptively bland, his mouth quirking up. “And she is just as jealous as any mated orc, also,” he said, with damnable coolness. “Though she does not like to admit this, ach, my pet?”
The bastard. Rosa made a face at him, even as her breaths came deeper — had he just compared her to amatedorc? — and almost didn’t hear the next shocking question from the watching orcs, this time about whether her tiny teats would still be enough tonurse an orcling.
“Ach, I ken,” came John’s equally shocking reply, as he gave her nipple another gentle pinch. “They have already swelled larger than they were. I shall seek to fatten her further, also, before this comes.”
Before this comes. And again, good gods, he was saying this. Saying it, with the quick, furtive glance of his eyes to hers, with that soft, quiet touch on her too-sensitive skin. “Do not fear, little pet,” he murmured. “Orclings do not bite whilst they nurse, as you might have read.”
Rosa was truly gaping at him now — yes, he was saying it, he might as well have been shouting it to the room. And the devious bastard damned well knew it, his eyes dropping like that,hiding, as his hand smoothed down Rosa’s front with alarming, distracting purpose.
“Spread your legs, pet,” he said, more curtly than before. “Next I shall show them your womb.”
Rosa’s numb body obeyed without thinking this time, her thighs willingly parting, her gaze still caught on his betraying, blinking eyes — at least, until those gentle hands purposefully, intently brought her feet up to the table, drawing her knees wide. Showing the entirety of Rosa’s open crease to the room, to five more sets of orc eyes —
But John’s glinting gaze had angled back to hers, again saying all the things he wasn’t actually saying. Please me. Let me flaunt you to them. Let me show them how well I care for you. How you seek to obey me.
So Rosa nodded, even as her cheeks furiously burned, as John’s hand slipped downwards. As those warm, familiar fingers glided along her crease, and then spread her swollen lips, showing all that was hidden between.
“There is much here to see, and learn,” John said, his cool voice bearing perhaps just a shade of huskiness. “Here” — his claw touched, very gently, making Rosa gasp and shiver — “is where her pleasure pools from. It likes to be rubbed, both from outside, and within.”
And then, curse him, he againdemonstrated, sliding the pad of his finger up and down against it — and Rosa couldn’t help another frenzied squirm, a choked, helpless moan. But John liked it, Johnapproved, flashing her a brief, true smile before again dropping his eyes…
“And here,” he continued, as his finger brushed lower, “is the way to her womb. It must be teased open, thus.”
