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Kargorr

T he human woman had tried to hide it, but her body felt the pull, too. She’d stared at him as she’d caressed her own breasts, and now her face heated with arousal, red blotches covering her skin.

This would make it much, much simpler for him. He wasn’t likely to plant an orcling in her tonight—but he would bind her to him and stake his claim so no other orcs got any foolish ideas. A prize was a prize, after all, which sometimes earned a fight over who would take it home. But this one was his, and tonight Lord Kargorr needed to make sure all of them knew it. Challenges within a parog ’s ranks were a sign of weakness, a symbol of poor health that could only be blamed on its kazek . Kargorr didn’t want to invite one by leaving her unclaimed and unprotected.

Thankfully Cedar did as he told her, lying back on the bed in all her nakedness. She tried to cover herself with her arms again, but that wouldn’t last long. She was so small, so helpless in front of him, and his cock leapt at the sight of her pinkish, fragile skin. His hands hungered to touch her, to taste that skin under his fingers.

He had taken bedmates in the past, but that had been years ago, before he became lord of his own parog . Bringing someone into his tent now was an assertion that he was claiming a prize and intending to sow orclings.

And indeed, after so long kept tucked away, his cock was slobbering. Every time he had vented his rage through his enemies or his sparring partners instead of a warm cunt or a tight asshole, his hunger had grown, and now it was bottomless.

When Kargorr advanced on her, Cedar scrambled higher up the bed, tightening her arms around her chest. He tugged her wrist away.

“I’ve already seen you,” he told her, planting one knee on the furs. Her hand fell away from her chest willingly this time, because he was right. He set her wrist down and did the same for her other arm, so she was splayed out before him, but free to move. Though her body hummed in a tune that felt so familiar and yet exotic, he would take his time with her. Desserts were best enjoyed slowly, a few small bites at a time, to fully understand their flavor.

His fingertips dragged up her arm to her throat, his sharp nails only dancing on the surface of her skin. There he trailed downward again, to one of the teardrop-shaped globes that rested to either side of her sternum. They were round with a loose heft, topped by broad areolas and taut, tiny nipples. He traced one, cupping the nipple with his nail, and Cedar twitched against him. Her eyes were round and rapt, and there was no sign yet that she intended to fight him.

Perhaps she was more intelligent than he typically gave humans credit for. Still, there was a shimmer of stubbornness in there, a hidden gem of insolence, that made him pause.

He would have to cure her of that.

When at last he slipped his finger over one hardened nipple, her lips parted. Repeating it made her eyelids flutter. They were fine breasts, he thought, taking one full in each of his hands. Her hips trembled, and that rosy flush was spreading across her skin as he teased and tormented them. He imagined how they would look even larger when she was full of his orcling and nodded in approval. She had been a good choice.

Heavy breaths fell from her lips as he finally released her and trailed his fingers down her belly, thinking it was much too scant. She needed more roundness to her, flesh on her hip bones and the soft place where she would carry his offspring.

Kargorr prized himself on his self-control, even when the rage took him. But just the sight of her, the games his imagination played with her, were chipping away at it. No, he couldn’t have that, not yet. If he took her hard now, she would be much more of a risk later.

He needed her hungering for him. Thirsting for him. Wet and open for him.

Her chest was rising and falling higher and higher, and so he ventured further downward, over the indent of her belly. He would make sure she had extra at meals from now on.

Not once did her wide eyes stray from him, as if challenging him to look away himself. Kargorr slid his hand down her side, over the swell of her hip, brushing her skin with a hint of his claws. Her body pressed into his hand, and her expression seemed as if this was not deliberate. His cock jerked, but he stilled it with a thought and continued his exploration down to the thatch of curly hair at the base of her hips.

Cedar tensed under him, and he shored up his patience to run his hands down her thighs and back again, urging her legs apart.

“Show it to me,” he said, his voice coming out more of a growl than he intended.

Her throat bobbed, and in response, her legs opened to him. Inside he was more than pleased to find her small pink cunt shining in the firelight, the petals of it already wide and open to him, swollen up and waiting. He slid the pad of his finger down, over the edges of it, to the place where her heat radiated out. Now that she was exposed to him, Kargorr could smell the tang of her need, the musky flavor of her want, and it nearly blew down his remaining willpower. But he sampled her slowly, ignoring the steady drip of his seed as his cock imagined where it would go.

“So wet,” he said. When he pulled his hand away, some of her thick nectar came with it, and he rubbed it between his fingers. Cedar said nothing, but her eyes darted between his hand and his face. To emphasize his point, he licked his forefinger, drawing his claw over his tongue.

He would need to deal with those.

Kargorr sat up and reached for the knife that lay on a table by the bed, close at hand should he need it in the night. Cedar sucked in a breath, like she was waiting for him to use it on her—but he held it up to one of his nails and slid it across, slicing the claw off at the base. Then he smoothed it out, using his tusk as a file, until he knew he wouldn’t cut open his delicate new concubine. Repeating the process on his next finger, he flexed them, then replaced the knife on the table.

Cedar hadn’t moved, and he rewarded her by teasing her nipples again, worrying them until they were stiff.

“Very good,” he murmured, cradling each breast as he imagined how it would leak milk someday.

He crouched over her, his shadow encompassing her as his hand slid down her belly to her cunt, and it throbbed under his hand with the beat of her heart. He dipped one dulled finger between the soft lips there, diving down until he reached where the folds parted for her small slit. He dragged the liquid he found there upward, spreading it around to better tease her. The wetter she was, the better she would feel, though his patience to sink his cock into her was wearing thin.

Her body answered with a tremble. Again he ran his fingers over her tiny bud, and again her hips twitched, her breaths coming faster. Kargorr’s blood was warming, heating up inside his veins as it flowed ever faster toward his groin. Cedar’s eyes had drifted upward to the roof of the tent as her eyelids sank lower. He found her small channel and dipped inside it, pleased to find her leaking there. Cedar’s eyes widened, and a halting breath fell from her lips. His finger easily slid inside her, patiently thrusting in and out as he made a map of her. Fucking was the same as any other battlefield—there were strategies to win and tells that told him how to adjust his plans. When her gasps came harder, he was winning, and it was time to home in on his prize.

His second finger met much more resistance as it pushed inside her, but when she squirmed, he gripped her hips and squeezed his hand deeper in, twisting and reaching to spread her for him. A strained moan fell from her lips, like she had been trying to hold on to it until it clawed its way free. Now he could fully explore her, staying shallow as she opened for him, then sliding in deeper. He dragged his fingers along her inner wall, and her hips jolted up to meet his hand.

There. He pumped quicker, and Cedar’s small hands gripped the fur underneath her. Another moan, and now his hand was slick up to the palm with her. He widened the gap between his fingers, expanding her edges, ripening her for him.

“Ah!” She twisted against his hand.

“I would much rather you be ready for me,” he said, making her pause. Her body stilled, and he resumed slicking in and out of that tiny cunt, stopping from time to time to pet her sensitive nub. He imagined himself inside that tiny hole, sliding into her, soaking her up, watching her spread lips leaking as he?—

Then it cracked. Kargorr’s need was too great for his self-control to hold it back, and he withdrew from her, reaching for his cock with his wet hand. He pulled her down the furs toward him by the thigh, trapping Cedar’s legs around his hips.

“Are you—” Her words were cut off as he brought the head of his cock to the small slit he’d gotten slick and swollen with his attentions. He took a few halting breaths so he didn’t jam himself inside her, and looked up into her round face, her cheeks blazing red.

“I hope you’re ready, little deer,” he said. “You’re mine now.”

Cedar

She had to admit that the orc was something to look at without his clothing on. His body was huge, like two men had been combined to create him, all of their muscles joined to make bigger ones. Each of his pectorals was swollen thick, and the breadth of his shoulders reminded her of an ox. His abdominals contracted with each of his harsh breaths, and she had to admire the sharp line of muscle that wound from his hip to his groin, where...

Cedar choked at the sight of his heavy, green cock with the darker head protruding from the skin. Above her, the torchlight flickered off his black eyes, as if they were two pools of poisoned water. She was still slick from his hands, which, much to her pleasure and indignation, had felt wonderful—and she grew even slicker as that thick tool of his pressed into her belly.

This shouldn’t have made her throat flare with desire. This shouldn’t have turned her insides to liquid, thinking about how he might feel. He was an enemy, a destroyer. She had cleaned the blood of her fellow villagers off his bare skin.

The scar across his face pinched as Kargorr fisted his cock in his hand and dragged it down, through the hair at the mound of her pelvis, over her pearl. She shook, her hips involuntarily snapping up at the sensation of it, and his lip peeled back in a ferocious smile, bringing his tusks up his cheeks. He did it again, rubbing that soft mushroom head over her clit, until she was gasping and twitching under him. Then he slid down through her folds, to the place he’d put his fingers inside her and splayed them open.

Cedar knew what he’d been doing by stretching her, and still, she didn’t think there was any way that enormous, green cock would fit inside her without tearing her apart. She crushed her eyes closed.

She understood that her best chance of ever escaping would be to earn Kargorr’s trust, to convince him she wouldn’t leave, so his guard would be down when she finally saw her opportunity. And that would have to start here.

Besides, a much darker part of her thought, when had a man ever tried to prepare her? To pleasure her? Certainly not the wealthier man in the village where she’d grown up, who she’d slept with hoping he would marry her, but he simply laughed in her face. He’d been rough with her, seeing only to his own pleasure.

But this monster had already brought her close to the edge, and deep down, she wanted more. She wanted all of it.

“Open for me, little deer,” Lord Kargorr said in his deep, rumbling voice. The way the head of his cock slipped down to the cavern between her legs, the way it naturally started to slide through, as wet as she was—it was as if he was meant to be there.

Cedar gasped as that head pressed in further, and of its own volition, her body began to part for it. Kargorr growled in satisfaction as he kept his grip cinched tight around the root of his cock, his other clawed hand keeping her thighs spread open for him. Deeper he went, urging her to give. Once his head was inside her, she met the thick shaft.

It was too big, too much. He was too much. She bit her lip and reeled her hips back on instinct, trying to escape that force plowing its way into her. Kargorr sucked in a harsh breath as he dug his claws into the flesh of her thigh.

“Stay still,” he said in a clipped voice, and some feeling she couldn’t distinguish, something between fear and excitement, rippled down her spine. This time, he spit on his hand, the saliva dripping from his lips, and slicked it all over his cock.

Once more, he guided it into her, and now slippery, it drove further in, until he met a passage too tight to let him through. Cedar begged her body to allow it, and as he rocked against her, his head barely lodged in her, the lip of it dragged over some sensitive place inside her she’d never felt before. Pleasure ricocheted from that one spot, all across her body, and above her Kargorr groaned.

“Yes, little deer. Feel me.” He gripped her hip tight in his other hand as he pushed as far in as he could, then slid out, then back in again in a truly torturous motion that soon had Cedar whining, her hips jerking with each quarter-thrust as she tried to keep her voice trapped inside her mouth. How she wanted more, she was shocked to find. Her walls clenched around him, desperate to be filled. How she wanted it all.

As much as she dreaded giving him the gratification, she couldn’t help moaning when he finally bestowed her more. He grinned down at her, a demon-like smile, as he sank further in, and further again on his next stroke, each time withdrawing so she was forced to whimper again. Her body was stretched to its limit, maybe even beyond, and Cedar cursed at how delicious he felt, and at how her own pussy was betraying her by swallowing him up this greedily.

“Now you’ll take everything,” he murmured to her, lowering himself to one arm so his thick chest and huge, heavy body weighed her down. He thrust in again, deeper this time, spreading even more of her. “You’re going to take all of me.”

There couldn’t possibly be any of him left to take, she thought. Surely he had packed her as full as she could be already. Until he grabbed her cheek in his hand, his sharp claws nicking her skin, and looked into her eyes.

Inside that darkness, she saw nothing. It was empty, bottomless. There was no familiar shred of humanity in those eyes, no sign that he might have mercy on her, that he might be kind to her, that he might free her.

No, they were pits, where someone could fall in and get lost forever, with no escape.

And then he plunged in. Cedar cried out as Lord Kargorr fully sheathed himself in her, his cock buried so far inside her small channel that she felt it nudge her other organs, felt it press against her belly. When she clenched, there was no give at all around that thick object inside her.

When he reeled back again, and that huge, fat cockhead of his dragged over her sensitive inner flesh, a sharp spasm of pleasure burst behind her eyes. Cedar found herself clutching him tight, her fingers buried in his arms, holding on for her life as he buried his cock in her again.

And again.

And again.

With each stroke he moved faster, until Cedar’s breasts were bouncing with every thrust of that enormous creature inside her, and cries were falling from her lips like snow in the depths of winter. They tumbled out of her so fast she couldn’t stop them, and that eerie smile on his thick lips, on his jutting jaw, grew wider.

“See?” he asked as he fucked her, his mouth only inches from hers. “This is how it will feel every time I put an orcling in you, little deer. Every time you welcome me home.”

For a moment, Cedar thought he might kiss her. He was so close, and she thought perhaps, if he did, she could feel something for this monster on top of her. If he pressed his lips to hers, if he bestowed upon her that shred of intimacy, perhaps she could see herself underneath him gladly.

But he didn’t.