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Cedar

S he waited. And waited.

Once she was awake, there was little else to do. She had examined the orc’s strange armor for some time, discovering the tough leather and steel that had been layered under it to deflect blows. Strings full of teeth and tusks decorated the breastplate, and Cedar was certain that they were taken from his victims.

She wondered how many humans, how many other orcs, even, he had murdered over his life. How old was he, anyway? With as many scars as he had, it was difficult to tell. Not that it seemed to affect his health or stamina either way.

After some indeterminate number of hours had passed, someone came to the door, the shadow of their feet the only sign of them. Cedar watched anxiously, wondering if Lord Kargorr had come back. But then a ceramic bowl was slid under the tent flap, something that smelled incredible.

She went to the door and opened it to see who had left the meal and found a human man retreating.

Another human in the camp. Cedar wondered if he, too, was a captive. He must be some sort of servant if he was bringing her meals.

Had he ever tried to escape?

The food was a simple array of meats and vegetables on top of gruel, but it was delicious, full of flavor and texture. After stuffing herself, Cedar returned to the bed and watched the fire, hypnotized by the flames dancing in the reflections of his blades. An axe, two swords, and a handful of daggers all hung from the wall.

Cedar had only considered sneaking away—but looking at this dagger, another thought occurred to her. Perhaps her path out was different than she imagined. While Lord Kargorr was on top of her, could she fish the dagger out from under the pillow and kill him with it? And as he bled out, she might be able to flee with no one to stop her.

The dagger was small enough that if she wanted, she could probably snatch it and he wouldn’t notice. Once the thought had entered her head, she couldn’t shake it away. That would be a way out of here, certainly, if all else failed.

She scooted toward it, looking from side to side in case this was the moment the orc decided to return. Then she slid the dagger off its hook and pulled aside the pile of furs that made up the bed. Slipping it underneath, she placed them all back down again. It would now lie directly under her head, for the moment she needed it.

It was as if he could sense her traitorous thoughts, because that was when Lord Kargorr stepped into the tent, letting the door fall closed behind him. He was dressed in surprisingly little given how cold it was beyond the fire that burned in the pit, but orcs must have some natural resistance to it. How she envied that. She was perpetually cold.

He stood there motionless, watching her for far too long. Then he crossed the space between them in two immense strides until he was standing over her.

“Now.” He untied the strings that held on his light fur pants. “Satisfy me with your mouth so I don’t ruin your cunt again.”

Cedar swallowed hard, thinking of how he fucked her last night, and maybe it would be wise of her to give herself more time to heal. Still, the recollection of it ignited a small flame in her belly, the way he had demanded her release over and over. He had fought for each one, clawed it from her, and she wondered if he’d do it again tonight.

When the pants were loosened, he shoved them down his thighs, and that green cock came out, the one that had already begun to look familiar since yesterday. Would he always be this hungry?

It wasn’t fully hard yet, so he wrapped his hand around the root and shoved it in her face.

“Lick it clean.” The command was clear. Cedar shouldn’t have obeyed him. She wasn’t his to dictate, to command, to demand. But as his cock swelled, shedding its wrinkles, even her mouth felt wetter than usual. His gaze was hard, impenetrable.

No, she needed to do what he asked. To show she was becoming pliable for him.

Shifting so she was sitting on the edge of the fur bed, Cedar reached out and took that slowly thickening length in her hand. It jumped, and she gasped as more blood flowed into it. How could she take this monster inside her?

But Cedar had sucked on a cock before, and she had an idea how it was done. She closed her lips around the fat, green mushroom head and brushed her tongue over the thin slit at the tip. Remarkably, he tasted good—salty and musky, a taste that reminded her of a campfire. She drew even more of him into her mouth, gasping at how full his cock filled her, how she had to struggle to keep her teeth away from it.

She sucked in as she withdrew, clenching her hand around the shaft so she could control how much she took. And he allowed it, for a time, her hand working in synchronization with her mouth as she brought him in again, circling his head with her tongue, and then pulling it back out.

But then his hand found the back of her head.

“Deeper,” he growled, and shoved her hard against him. His cock burrowed into her throat, and she choked against it. He pulled her head away again by her hair, and Cedar was horrified to find herself growing even warmer between the legs, the heft of his cock in her mouth making her think of the heft of his cock inside her.

Lord Kargorr used her mouth, plunging in until she couldn’t take anymore, and then yanking himself out again. She kept a tight hold on the two lumps at the base of him, and at last, she pulled a low moan out of him as she rubbed and stroked them.

The sound pleased her. He usually made no noise, no matter what she did, but this time she had earned it. So she rubbed harder, and with her other hand, stroked the underside of him. His hand gripped tighter in her hair, and his cock filled up even more of her mouth, scraping against her teeth. She wasn’t prepared for the hot spurt of seed that rushed over her tongue, down her open throat, and she gagged as he shoved himself even farther in. The tingling between her legs was almost uncomfortable now, and Cedar hated it. She hated that her pussy clenched and unclenched, remembering how he’d slid inside her, and hated how his wet cock slipping out of her mouth made her want that cock elsewhere.

Kargorr’s breath was coming faster than before as his hand dropped from her head. She tasted him on her tongue, and the flavor was, to her mortification, divine. A sly smirk pulled up his tusk, and Kargorr leaned down until his puckered, scarred face was only inches away from hers.

“You want it, don’t you, little deer?” he asked, pushing her down to the bed. His hand wandered over her new tunic, and deftly, he unlaced it. Next, his fingers found their way to her pants. The fingertips were so thick and calloused, but quick, too, as they stripped her bare. He still wore his shirt as he climbed over her on the bed, caging her in. Her eyes caught on the collar, and this time, Kargorr laughed.

“Is that so?” he asked, and she detested the smug tone of his voice. He stripped the shirt off, and underneath, his body, bisected by the broad scar, stole her breath.

He was a monster, through and through. A creature worse than any beast, a beast as powerful and cruel as any man. Already his cock was thick again as he pulled her thighs apart.

Cedar hated, more than anything, that she wanted that monster to claim her all over again. She hated how her pussy pulsed, open and closing as it hungered for him to be inside her once more. Above her, Kargorr breathed in deeply, and a knowing look came over him. His hand trailed down her belly, his fingers stopping to tangle in the curly hair beneath it before he dove lower.

“So ready for me already.” He circled her sex, as if memorizing each petal, dragging her slickness around with him. “Do you want my cock again, little deer?”

She didn’t want to open her mouth and risk the words falling out, so she pressed her lips tightly together. Kargorr chuckled as he brushed the pad of his finger over her tiny nub, and her breath quickened. Cedar couldn’t hold in a gasp when he dipped it inside of her, like a faun sipping cool water. He swirled it, making her ache for the rest, for more than just his hand could offer her.

“Tell me,” he commanded, leaning down closer to her, so close his tusks brushed her face. He buried his finger deeper, then withdrew, and she whimpered as he taunted her clit again. “Say what it is you want, and you’ll have it.”

Cedar shut her eyes, her legs trembling as he pushed two fingers inside her now, and she easily gave for him. He rubbed along her channel until she couldn’t hold in a moan.

Then he attacked, increasing his pace, extending his thumb to rub her at the same time his fingers thrust inside her. Her hips jolted up, and Kargorr huffed a breath against her face.

“Just one word,” he murmured to her, his voice strangely soft. Her eyes opened, and she found his bottomless, black gaze looking back at her. She wondered if she was imagining the small spark of light she saw in them, way down in the depths. “That’s all it takes. One word.”

She knew her mouth was going to betray her before it did, but she didn’t try to stop it. “Yes,” she said, barely more than a whisper.

The roar that came out of him covered her skin in goosebumps. Lord Kargorr yanked his hand free of her and gripped his cock. With one arm supporting his weight so he didn’t crush her, he lowered his hips until she felt the broad, dripping head pushing inside her.

“There we are,” he grunted as he skated along on her wetness, her pussy already waiting to accommodate him. But he didn’t give her all of him. No, he only sunk partway in, giving her a taste before pulling out. Again and again he only filled her half full, until she was gripping his arms and rocking her hips toward him, begging for more.

“With your words.” He spoke again, and Cedar opened her eyes. “Ask for it.”

Why did he suddenly care what she wanted? But she couldn’t take this torture anymore. She needed everything. All of it.

“Please,” she said, whimpering, and with it, she cut through one of the ropes holding her back.

“Please what?” he asked, giving her just a little more. Cedar tried with her thighs to bring him closer, but Kargorr easily pulled back, depriving her. “Who do you ask for this?”

She cursed under her breath. “Kargorr,” she muttered. “Please, Lord Kargorr. I want more.”

And so, with a wicked smile, he relented. He buried himself inside her, as fully as he could before those strange lumps threatened to spread her apart. He uttered an Orcish curse and reeled his hips back, still watching her as he plunged in again.

He maintained a battering rhythm, and Cedar found herself clutching him tight around the neck because otherwise, he might just fuck her through the bed. One massive, clawed hand slipped under her ass and lifted her hips, making his way even easier. When the world started to fall apart around her, and bright light shimmered behind her eyes, Kargorr groaned on top of her.

“This cunt,” he said under his breath, as if just for himself, “will be the death of me.”

And as she clenched and pulsed and all her muscles went tight as taut strings, he gave her everything. Those lumps pressed even harder at her entrance as his seed gushed into her, and Kargorr brought himself to an abrupt stop. He pulled his cock free, even as it spurted more white fluid over her belly, and he sat up, gasping.

Whatever those swells were, Cedar could tell there was some importance to them—some reason he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, fully take her. And as Kargorr sat there panting, his eyes strangely wide as he stared down at the bed, she wondered what that reason was. He still seemed to be elsewhere as he fetched the water jug, wetted a cloth, and cleaned her up between the legs. Cedar was afraid to move at how intimate, how unguarded, this gesture was. Then he applied the kuja , smoothing the calloused pads of his fingers around the edges of her. When he was finished, he rose from the bed and left the tent, without another word.

Something had happened just now, and she wished she understood what it was.