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When I struggle, he shifts, pinning me to the furs, taking my hips in hand, and powering into me. I am slammed on and off his cock in slow, measured thrusts that make our bodies slap wetly together. I’m taking all of him deep inside me, deeper than I thought was possible. Pleasure blooms ever wider with every thrust, unfurling a petal at a time, opening and opening, making me twitch and groan.

“My good pet,” he rumbles. “Look at my filthy little human, all open and taking your orc master so well. Come for me, little pet, encourage me to seed your womb so I might breed you and claim you as my mate.”

He picks up the pace in pounding strokes that set off explosions of pleasure and shuttle me toward that glorious destination where I come, spinning and gripped in heavenly contractions.

Roaring with pleasure, he fills me, jetting cum deep inside me, hips jerking and then grinding against me as he forces himself deeper still until we must be one. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, my pussy spasming around his hard flesh that I feel all the way into my belly.

He comes and comes, holding me tightly to him, forcing me to endure more pleasure as he fills me with his cum.

I breathe, but it is as much as I can do. My small hands lift to cup Murl’s otherworldly face, taking in the strong brows, the tusks, and broad nose. It is a compelling face, one I want to learn, even as I want to know the orc it belongs to. Head lowering, he presses his lips to mine. He is inside me, yet there is greater intimacy in the kiss and in the connection I feel when he does.

We are joined in ways beyond the physical. If my life is soon to be that of a slave again, should he fail to breed me, then I want to savor this moment of togetherness and store it up for the darker days to come.

No, I shall not think of tomorrow, only now and the male holding my life and future in his hands.

He trails kisses over my cheek and down my throat, while deep inside, I feel his cock flexing, his hips rolling a little before he begins to thrust.

“I already need you again,” he rumbles beside my ear.

“Please,” I say, feeling all the potency and urgency wrap me up. “I need you too. Do not stop, I beg you. Do not stop until I am bred.”

CHAPTER THREE

PIPA

Ihearthedooropen and the rumble of voices before it closes again. A clatter follows as Murl places something on the table before returning to the bed. I want to ask the burning question, but I am terrified too. There is no night or day in this windowless room, yet I sense many hours have passed.

Am I with child?

Must he rut me yet more?

Will the door open again imminently, and will I be dragged away as a slave? I want my happy ending so badly, and if I can only wallow here in these soft furs and let the aches of his rutting soothe me, I can pretend all is well.

“Oh! What?” The fur pelt is snatched from my body, and cool air bathes my skin, making goosebumps spring up. Without preamble, he parts my thighs and spreads me open. I am utterly naked, and there is an orc between my thighs, his thick fingers parting the lips of my pussy as he inspects me.

I blink, but the vision does not go away.

“Please tell me I am bred,” I whisper. “I do not think I can take you again.”

“Be still, little mate,” he says, voice a gravely rumble that is already familiar to me. “You are bred for certain.”

Relief and heady joy wash over me at hearing his confirmation and that he called me mate, that I am his and safe, that he took the whipping for me and it was not in vain.

“Now,” he says, his tone that implacable one I have come to know well, sending a little shiver of anticipation through my body. “It is my right to inspect your pretty, pink pussy whenever I should choose.”

I bite my lower lip and steel myself to endure his tentative inspection. Worse, I feel his seed leaking out, for, despite the soreness, there is something about him seeing such an intimate place that makes me all urgent and needy again.

“You have softened nicely, mate—all pink and puffy where I have used you roughly. I have some salve left for such a purpose, but I will need to have you again. It is better that I do, for only by filling you up often, and opening you for my pleasure, will you stay softened for me. Hold still.”

I twitch as a coldness is pressed against my pussy and carefully pushed inside.

“Hold,” he rumbles, pinning me with a look that says there will be trouble if I do not.

I lie there panting, trying not to be aroused by such a shameful act of being tended to like this, yet very much aroused as he works the salve into me with his thick finger.

“Your claw,” I whisper, trying not to breathe and terrified I could be sliced open at any moment.

“I shall keep a finger filed for such a purpose, as orcs mated to humans do. Besides, I am liking this opportunity to feel how soft you are inside, how hot and swollen your little pussy is. Clench, mate.”