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I fight to steady my breath, reminding myself that I wanted this. Yet he is such a monstrous male that fear takes hold as I stare at his huge beastly hands, all white and gnarled. They are hideous compared to those of a human, yet they saved me, and it is hard to hold onto the fear when he is so gentle with me.
He sniffs loudly, nostrils flared, and my pussy clenches in response.
Goodness, is he scenting me, scenting the slick trickling from my feminine place?
I breathe slow and shallow, trying very hard to be still. I don’t want him to stop.
His head lowers, he sniffs and moans again, piteous as though he is suffering still.
Beyond our wagon, it is quiet—save for the rain—as the inhabitants of the camp take whatever rest they can. Here inside, I am spread and at the mercy of a great white orc as he stares at my most intimate place.
My heart is thumping wildly in my chest, and my eyelashes flutter closed as I submit to the moment and whatever he might do.
Then his knuckles brush against me, and it is all I can do to keep still when they slide through my slick folds and catch my clit. A small moan escapes my lips. He stills, and then, purposefully, he brushes his knuckle back over it again.
My chest saws unsteadily, but I keep my eyes closed. I don’t want to do anything to spook his exploration. I want him to touch me again—because it feels so good.
“Uff!” My eyes snap open. Two huge hands cupping my ass, he lifts me from the wagon floor like an offering to himself. Shock and fear collide as his mouth lowers toward my pussy, and another cry leaves my lips, this one deep and wanton, as his huge, beastly tongue runs the length of my slit.
My mind stutters and comes to a halt as I come to terms with what he does. He is feasting upon me, groaning low as he lashes at the sensitive place with his tongue. A faint prick along my inner thigh reminds me of his lethal tusks, yet he is careful as he drives me toward delirium with each searing lick. Sensations explode through me. The utter debauchery of his actions is every bit as beastly as the male doing them. I hang, limp, willing for whatever he might do, a flush of arousal sweeping through me like wildfire. My pussy pulses and throbs, pleasure unfurling with lightning speed. I moan. He doesn’t seem to notice now—doesn’t deign to stop.
I spread my legs wider, pushing up into his mouth, seeking more.
“Gods, please!” The sensations that overwhelm me are new and unexpected. I feel like I am coiling tighter and tighter. Like I’m headed for a destination, one I do not understand. He clamps an arm around my waist, pinning me to keep me still, then groans again, and doubles down on his torment. His tongue finds the little swollen pleasure nub with unerring accuracy. Each touch sets the tension in my body coiling tighter. My breath traps in my lungs, my body turns rigid, and then I shatter into pieces, moaning as deep blissful contractions ripple through my pussy.
He laps and licks until I become too sensitive and wriggle, and he lowers me to the wagon floor. I lie, panting. He is breathing heavily, too, his great barrel chest working like a bellows. As our eyes meet in the darkness, I feel the world pass between us.
Things have changed, irrevocably so.
I ought to be embarrassed by my enthusiasm, by what I allowed this beastly male to do, without a murmur of protest—but I am not. A small smile finds my lips. Will he rut me now? Will he take his orcish cock and force it into me. I want him to, very much. I bite my lip, and my eyes lower, only I cannot see anything of him through the darkness.
A delayed blush creeps over my cheeks and spreads down my chest. “Will you rut me now? I should not mind if you did.”
He makes a deep rumbly sound, and when I glance up, his eyes have narrowed upon me. He gathers the blanket spread across the floor and covers me. Then he grunts and thrusts it away from my pussy. Head lowering, he sniffs again, getting right up close.
Is he going to… again?
He sniffs again. It tickles, and I giggle before I can plant my palm over my mouth.
He glares up at me before heaving himself up, curling beside me, and putting his head over my lower belly with his nose against my pussy. He wraps one arm underneath my thigh and holds me like that. He sighs, and his head grows heavy.
Goodness! He has gone to sleep. A lazy smile slides across my lips as I stroke my fingers through his hair. He is very heavy on my belly, but I find that I do not mind. How is it possible that I have found someone so worthy in such an unexpected place? That this beast, this monster, this white orc, could give me such pleasure and demand nothing in return?
Perhaps that will come tomorrow. But something tells me that this is simply Doug.
Unconditional.
That is who he is. And this understanding is like a revelation unfolding inside me. Here in this barbaric place of sorrow, within the body of a savage orc, a gentle soul exists.
ChapterSeven
Jasmine
The next morning when I rise, Doug has already gone. It is only now that I learn the full details of the attack. The punishing pace of the last few days was in an effort to meet with reinforcements, after a warning had come of bear shifters tracking us. We had met with those reinforcements just in time.
The mood in the camp is subdued. We do not move out. At midday, the orcs return. With them are five bondservants who fled into the forest during the attack. All the rest of us are gathered. Those who tried to flee are thrust to their hands and knees before General Tulwin, who warns us of the consequence of trying to escape, no matter the circumstances.
He orders their death. Orcs step forward and slit the kneeling bondservants’ throats. They fall limp to the ground as their lifeblood spills out.
