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Kargorr

T he scent of her fear was sour. The light cloud of pleasure that had settled on them vanished in a moment, and then Cedar was sliding up the furs to put distance between them.

It made Kargorr’s chest ache, his throat close up. His yapira feared him. She cringed at his touch, and each time it was like a needle being driven deeper.

He could not rinse away what he’d done with words. Cedar would never believe them, anyway. Instead, Kargorr would show her. Besides, he had been nursing a hunger for what felt like an eternity, ever since he left the parog on their long raid. Now that he had claimed his yapira , he wanted to completely consume her, every part of her. He wanted to suck her fingers, lick her sweat, taste her soft, wet cunt. Now that he had used his sarga on her, when the smell of her arousal wafted up his nose, behind his eyes, it spread across his body like flames licking up grease and became a bonfire of visceral need.

When he pleaded with her to stay and she did, it gave Kargorr hope that he could coax her out like a shy animal. His cock throbbed for her, but he willed his mind away from it as he bent down between her legs, lifting her thighs so her knees were slung over his arms. Cedar wriggled, clearly uncomfortable at being so exposed, but he would soon quiet her objections.

His mouth descended on her, his big tongue swiping over her reddened, exposed skin. She trembled under him as he licked the other way, barely glancing over that tiny, hidden bead. Kargorr marveled, always, at the smallness of her body compared to his. How could she take him so well? Despite how impossible it seemed, she had once moaned and screamed as his cock slid in and out of her, and it had fit perfectly.

Cedar didn’t make a sound as he dragged his tongue over that tender spot again, and again, though her body had already begun to shiver and quake with this small taste. Kargorr wanted more. He wanted to lick up all of her, to suck down the liquid that dewed on her cunt like the sweet marrow from inside a bone. But he had to move slowly. If he devoured her with nothing but hunger, nothing but raw need, she would still only think herself an object. A tool.

Cedar was no longer a means to an end for him, though. She was the means—and the end.

So he went slowly, his hands returning to their work of stroking her skin and pressing rhythmically into her thighs to loosen all the taut muscle there while he lapped her. Slow and steady, Kargorr passed his tongue back and forth, merely hinting at what else he could do.

And then, she released a little whimper. It was the pleasurable kind, and a tenseness drained out of him he hadn’t realized he felt. As a reward, he was firmer with his tongue, concentrating it around her hidden bud. Her hips rose off the furs and he chased them, gently sliding up his hands so he could press her down to the bed. He applied just the barest pressure, so if she wanted to escape him, she could.

It railed against every instinct he had to give her freedom now when he had so recently lost her, but caging her, strapping her down tighter, would not yield the result he wanted.

He circled her sweet button, changing his patterns and angles to surprise her, and every so often his tongue leapt down to her cunt to drink up all the nectar gathered there. This was the power of the bond, he thought, swallowing her up and feeling his cock grow ever harder. She tasted like everything he’d ever craved. His control fractured as he drank more and more, as she squirmed and her gasps morphed into reluctant moans, but Kargorr gripped tight to the remains of it.

How he needed his cock inside her. How he longed for nothing but to reunite with his yapira and remind her how he could make her sing. Instead, he slipped his tongue down and pressed it into her hot cavern, and she let out an unwilling cry.

Instead of fucking her with his cock, he fucked her with his mouth, and it was better than any dessert. Now he shifted between her two tender places, lavishing attention on each, and her moans rose steadily higher and higher. He knew she needed more, but he held her there, languidly wandering his path, never speeding or slowing in his torment. Soon Cedar was grinding her hips into his face, her legs tensing over the hooks of his elbows.

It was when she uttered a helpless cry of pleasure that Lord Kargorr nearly lost control. His breathing came heavy as he tore his lips away, gazing down at her bright red, dripping cunt. It would be so easy to take her right now. Already a drizzle of white seed ran down his length, dripping onto the bed.

No. He would show her his mastery. His tenderness. Perhaps, even, that deeply buried thing in the oubliette of his soul.

Instead of his cock, as he craved in the pit of his belly, he had something else he could put inside her. He sat back from the bed and hastily trimmed his fierce claws until they were smooth at the tips. Did he mistake the eagerness in her expression?

Eagerness was good. Very good.

Lord Kargorr wetted his fingers in her leaking juices, and she gasped at this new sensation. Cedar watched him intently as he dragged them through her lower lips, over her most sensitive place and back again until he could feel the pulsing of her cunt as it awaited him. With intention, with the most gentleness he could muster, he eased his finger inside her. She was tight, so tight, even around something so small as this that he had to bite hard on his lip, leaving the tang of copper on his tongue.

As he tested her, keeping his exploration shallow, he returned to the task of licking and tormenting her clit, simply offering the pad of his finger to her as an appetizer. Her body answered, a helpless moan falling from her lips as she ground against him, trying to take it deeper. He offered her even more without making her fight for it, sinking his hand in further, moving his tongue just a little faster.

Cedar couldn’t hold in her sounds any longer. She finally broke when he wriggled a second finger into her, and a heady cry escaped her lips. More languid strokes, more flicking and sucking, nursing her slowly to a flame... and he was rewarded.

She shattered around him, utterly and completely. Her whole body sagged, her moans coming out mangled as her channel clutched his fingers tight, and Kargorr shivered with his own aching need. But he remained, licking and teasing, until she had come all the way back down to the ground.

He drew away, his balls tight and his sarga begging to be with her again. But he took deep breaths as Cedar lay panting on the bed, her limbs splayed like a fallen doll. Kargorr petted her belly, thinking of his— their —orcling growing inside, and his cock twitched with how desperately it needed her.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed there, and Cedar’s breath halted in her lungs.

“I will get us breakfast,” Kargorr said at length, rising from the furs. The confusion on her face didn’t escape his notice as he tugged on his breeches, then hung a thick bear cloak over his shoulders and stepped out of the tent.

Yes, he would get breakfast. In a moment.

Lord Kargorr stumbled away from the tent, his groin so searingly painful that even walking was difficult. He propped himself against one of the posts along the edge of the camp, yanked out his cock, and stroked it roughly, squeezing as tight as he imagined Cedar’s cunt to be. It took only two moments for him to reach his conclusion, and then he jettisoned it all into the snow. The force of it nearly stole his legs out from under him.

When, at last he was under his own power again, Kargorr left to do what he promised. He would feed her and pleasure her and hold her close until she returned to him.

Cedar

She lay there panting for whole minutes after Kargorr left, unsure of what had just transpired. Cedar had seen his huge, green cock drooling for her, thick and fat and pushing at the limits of his skin. And yet he had only... licked her. Devoured her, really. Sucking her up and lavishing attention on her, seeing only to her pleasure and nothing else.

She’d never heard of such a thing, putting a mouth on a pussy the way one would put a mouth on a cock, and it had been utterly marvelous.

And then he’d left without demanding more. That puzzled her most of all. Cedar had expected it, certainly. Perhaps she’d wanted it, too.

Now she felt strangely unfulfilled. What did it mean?

When he returned, Kargorr brought with him some of that syrup-crusted pork to go with her meal, and she thought perhaps something was changing. They ate in quiet, but not an uncomfortable one, and for the first time in ages, she felt hungry. She devoured it all, and then when he stood to attend to matters around the camp, he leaned down, took her face in his hands, and kissed her.

It wasn’t the ferocious, demanding kind she had grown accustomed to. It was slower and sweeter, precise and yet soft. And then, after brushing his forehead against hers, he left.

When Rathka appeared, she found Cedar still sitting at the table, brow furrowed.

“You will have to forgive him sometime,” the orc woman said, sitting down across from her, “if he is your agsan .”

Cedar stood abruptly. “I have no interest in discussing this with you.”

She went to Kiya and woke him, and the big cat stretched as he yawned. Once she had his leash attached, she gave Rathka an impatient look, and together they left the tent.

It was a sunny day, despite the cold and the snow, and it was probably as good a time as any to let Kiya socialize with his own kind. Cedar knew her time keeping him as a pet was almost over, which made her deeply sad. She liked that he needed her, that he sometimes still slept on the bed when Kargorr was gone to keep her warm, that he offered good company when she was alone.

But soon, she thought, she would have a baby instead. Kargorr’s child was growing inside her. The picture of it was met with as much trepidation as hope. It would be something of her own, but also a reminder of Kargorr whenever he was gone, for better or worse.

When Cedar approached the great field of snow beyond the camp, Kiya went and ran in it like he always did, leaping in the fluff and sprinting in circles. She led him to where the other cats tended to assemble and the stablemaster fed them their meals. He stayed close to her side as they approached a few of the much larger adult animals relaxing, but she encouraged him to go and investigate.

“You have coddled him too much,” said Rathka with a click of her tongue. “Now he doesn’t know how to be a cat.”

Cedar hoped this wasn’t true, but then she thought of what Kargorr had said about the way she was raised—how children needed love and affection as they grew up, and she thought he would be all right.

After some coaxing, Kiya finally walked out into the snow, approaching the group of cats gathered there. A big one got to its feet as he approached: Liga, Cedar realized. But she resisted the urge to greet Kargorr’s companion, and waited while Liga slowly, carelessly slinked toward Kiya. He lowered his body, as if in respect, and Liga stepped around him in a circle, sniffing him all over.

Then, nearby, some of the younger cats appeared. They had spots and stripes like Kiya did, and when they all began to greet one another, she realized they were his siblings.

Soon, he was chasing the others around, and they were chasing him in return. He forgot all about Cedar as he played wildly with the cats his own age, leaping and tumbling and rolling over each other.

He needed this, she realized. He couldn’t be cooped up all day with her.

She’d thought she’d be taking him back home that night, but when she moved to leave, he was utterly distracted by his playing. If Cedar called to him, he would come, expecting his treats—but what would be kinder to him? What would be wiser?

Rathka stood watching while Cedar debated with herself.

“Shall I say something, or will you bite off my head again?” the orc woman asked.

Cedar hadn’t forgiven Rathka, either, for filling her head with doubt and fear. But Rathka was, unfortunately, the only one who Cedar spoke to besides two little orclings and the old leatherworker, who she wasn’t sure she would see again.

“Say it.”

Rathka gave a curt nod. “Be selfish a little longer. It will not hurt him.”

Cedar’s gaze jumped to the older woman’s. Was she really saying something kind, something helpful? There must be some sort of blade hidden inside it.

“I have heard Lord Kargorr will be leaving again soon, and you will want your pet with you,” Rathka added.

There it was. Cedar nodded, understanding. She had expected as much. All of this had been preparation, she knew, for his plan.

“Kiya!” Cedar called, whistling. The cat halted in the snow, then turned to her with ears pricked forward, and she reached into her pocket. He flew toward her, stopping right at her feet to wait for his treat. She held it out and he licked it up out of her fingers, then rubbed his cheek against her hand.

“Come home now,” she said to him, scratching his head. “We’ll return tomorrow, I promise.”