Orc Bound Mates

Chapter Twelve

Outside in the brilliant sunshine, I smile up at my Orcs. Vlorg is lugging around the more substantial bag while Borguk cradles the knapsack that holds the things we need for the Claiming in his arms. Wanting to get back to the Longhouse as soon as possible, I debated whether I really needed anything right now. Feeling the slickness of my thighs confirms that I should ask my Orcs to stop at one of the stalls to see if there is anything I can use as panties. I haven’t seen the ones I came here in since I took them off for my first bath.

“Can we stop to get me some clothes, shoes, and maybe some more cleaning liquids?” I look up to Vlorg, knowing he grants permission to any requests. He glances down at me and nods.

I could tell that Vlorg made the decisions around the Longhouse from the beginning; his obstinate personality wouldn’t let him be subservient to anyone. However, he does listen to my demands sometimes.

“Yes. We need to put in an order for more food anyway. We can see if there is anything that you want.” My Orcs freeze for a moment, sniffing the air and smelling my abundant juices slipping down my thighs. They growl in hunger; I see Vlorg clench his hand into a fist, holding himself back from touching me. The uplifted corner of his mouth makes the most irresistible smirk in history; if I wore panties, they’d already be soaking, more drenched than my thighs. Their nostrils flare at the new wave of my fragrance filling the air around us.

“Sorry. You shouldn’t be allowed to be that sexy when you smile.” I blush, waving my hand in front of my face to cool my flaming skin. The trip back to the Longhouse will be exceptionally long, no matter how fast they run.

Vlorg stares at me in shock for a moment before grunting with another smirk, pride filling his chest at my compliment. He turns from me to stop in front of a large shop with an older Orc standing behind the counter. His last customer had just left, and we got bumped to the front of the line of customers to be assisted. The older male looks similar to Worthag, with long black hair, double tusks protruding from his bottom lip, and dark green eyes. His facial structure is a near duplicate of the Chieftain; the main difference between them is a jagged scar arching over this male’s left cheek. This male’s build isn’t as rigid as Worthag’s; his muscles don’t look as defined or maintained.

“Vlorg!! It has been too long. How have you been? Borguk? Orguk? The whole trio is here. What a wonderful surprise.” The elder Orc greets my guys with a deep familiarity, a fond smile curving his lips. Vlorg reaches over the counter and clasps the older male on the forearm. The other Orc returns the gesture.

“Hallzog! It has been a long time. We have been well. We are here today for a visit with the Chieftain and his Mate. We have just finished our meeting. We stopped to put in an order for the Longhouse.” Vlorg’s demeanor shifts to a stoic but friendly quality as he interreacts with Hallzog. Letting me see a glimpse of how he usually acts when not trying to get me naked and do naughty things to me.

“A meeting with the Chieftain?! Whatever for?” Hallzog sounds shocked; he’s not looked away from Vlorg and hasn’t noticed me yet. At his questioning, Vlorg steps aside and presents me to the Orc. Holding his hand out for me to take, I lay my hand into his palm as he guides me to the counter.

“This is Alexa. She is to be our Chosen Female. Alexa, this is Hallzog. Our Sire’s brother.” Vlorg introduces me, leaving a shocked Hallzog in the wake of his proclamation. Hallzog scrambles to come out of the building, leaping through the large front window to hold his hand out to me. I step back in alarm at the massive male moving so quickly and in my direction. Vlorg holds me steady, not letting go of my hand. Skarr doesn’t show any signs of aggression; since he’s fiercely protective of me, I lower my guard a little.

“Alexa!!! How wonderful!!! It is my honor to meet the Chosen Female of my Kin. I am Hallzog. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He bows and waits for me to take his hand in greeting. I glance to Vlorg for direction, utterly new to his customs and how I should act in this situation. He nods his approval and releases my hand; Skarr moves to his spot under my arm, giving me the security I didn’t know I needed.

“Hello, Hallzog. It’s nice to meet the Uncle of my Chosen Males.” I try the phrase out for size; I'm not sure if that’s the correct terminology I should use, but I like how it rolls off my tongue. I place my hand in his offered palm; he looks up at the contact and beams at me. Before a look of confusion falls over his face at something I said.

“Uncle? What is Uncle?” He questions. I stare at him and then glance at my Orcs, confusion written all over my face. I wish I knew all the ins and outs of this world. Feeling like an outcast has never been my favorite. Vlorg, Orguk, and Borguk all have the same confused look on their face, no help. Maybe I should help them understand me better so that I can understand them better.

“An uncle is what you are. Since you are their Sire’s brother, at least that’s what we call our father’s brother in my world. As such, " I indicate my Orcs. “They would be your nephews.” I try to explain the best I can, hoping I’m not confusing them more. “Once I’m Claimed, I will be your niece.” Hallzog’s expression morphs to another level of confusion as he shifts his gaze to Vlorg and back to me. My hand is still firmly grasped in his hand; Skarr lets out a low rumble of warning as I wince at the tight grip. Hallzog releases my hand quickly at the sound, dropping his head again.

“Sorry, Alexa. I did not mean to hold your hand so tightly. I have never heard of a female from another world. In my confusion, I made you uncomfortable.” I hate how much I’ve been confusing and disrupting everyone around me since I landed in this place. “Please forgive me.” He pleads, his nephews moving to surround me in their protective triangle. I pat Vlorg’s arm to get him to move aside so I can get to Hallzog. I pat his shoulder to get his attention; I smile sadly once he looks into my eyes.

The last thing I need is for my males to have a falling out with their uncle because I confused the male. He also runs the shop where they get their food from. I need to make this right.

“You’re fine. I’ve been throwing everyone off kilter when I meet them. There are a lot of things I don’t understand and things that I miscommunicate. Please bear with me as I learn more about the customs and culture of my new world. My mannerisms, speech, and understandings are slightly different than yours.” I inform him, hoping to alleviate his worries. “I hope we can still be on friendly terms. I only know a few people in this world. So far, I only know Vlorg, Orguk, Borguk, Nina, Worthag, and now you, Hallzog. I would like to be friends. Or companions.” Hallzog nods his head before lifting his head and smiling.

“I very much want to be a friendly companion. As their ‘Uncle,’ we will also be Kin once the claiming is complete. You will be my neess.” Hallzog turns away from me to give Vlorg his attention. “What did you want to order?” He asks, sliding over the countertop again to get back into place.

I glance over my shoulder to see Borguk and Orguk wearing twin stern expressions, not liking that their uncle ‘hurt’ me. I clear my throat and reach back with both hands, holding my fingers open and silently asking them to hold my hands with a wiggle of my fingers. They waste no time lacing their fingers into mine, moving to stand beside me to lessen the strain on my arms.

“We are lacking in a good variety of food for Alexa. She also requests some things to make her more comfortable.” Vlorg returns to the counter as Hallzog takes out a sheet of paper with symbols written all over it that I can’t understand.

This is going to be fun. I muse, staring at all the strange symbols lining the paper. I can’t wait to learn how to read their alphabet. I’m excited to understand everything I can. I’m definitely going to need paper and something to write with.

“Indicate the things that you require. I will have them delivered with haste.” Hallzog slides a writing utensil of sorts, and I make a mental note that I’d do anything to get some stuff to write with. The thought of writing down the new information I’ve been learning, and the ability to review it later, makes me want some paper and pencils. I mourn the loss of all my stationary back home; the massive collection of office supplies would make Staples look like a second-rate shop. Okay, my collection isn’t that big, but it’s more than a single person can use in a lifetime. Most of the pens, markers, and highlighters will dry out before I ever get around to using them.

I would give anything to return to my world just to get all the things I have from my apartment that I’ve collected. My family pictures, my office supplies collection, my clothes, and maybe my dresser to store everything in. I could have the guys build me a desk to write at and work on things that can improve the quality of life here.

Vlorg reviews the parchment, indicating a considerably extensive list of things he plans to order, and returns the items to Hallzog. His uncle reviews the order, nods a few times, double-checks that he has everything needed from an inventory list, and scribbles something down on the paper. I’m guessing it’s an order form. Many things are the same between the two worlds; it’s just the minor nuances that I don’t understand yet.

“Looks good. I can have all this to your Longhouse by mid-day tomorrow. And for Alexa?” Hallzog nods his head to Vlorg before looking at me expectantly. Waiting for my part of the order.

“Ooh, um.” I step up next to Vlorg at the counter, releasing the twin’s hands and peering at the form Hallzog is holding before biting my bottom lip. “I can’t read the letters on the paper. Can I just tell you what I need?” I ask as he chuckles. Vlorg puts his hand on my shoulder, leaning his mouth down to my ear.

“I will read the list for you.” He whispers before reaching for another order form. I panic a little since I still have no way of paying for anything or how much anything costs.

“How am I going to pay for the things I need? I have the emerald but don’t know its worth or the equivalent exchange.” I stare at my massive male over my shoulder as I fidget with the neckline of my dress. It feels silly to be this nervous, but I’m floundering with things that seem so damn simplistic. I know how to work, get paid, and spend money on the things I need and want; I don’t have any problems functioning in my world. But here, I feel like a toddler fumbling through every interaction. Vlorg snorts at my offer to pay for my items.

“We will oversee paying for the goods. Just get what you need.” He holds the form up before me, listing off all the items. Every time he mentions something I need, I let him know. He also notices every time he says something I want and marks those also. As Vlorg guides me through the form, the twins take up space on either side. Borguk points at a few things Vlorg skims over that I didn’t think we needed, but he begs to differ. With more than half the form’s contents marked for order, Vlorg hands the slip back to Hallzog. Who reviews the second order and confirms that he’ll have everything out at the time he previously indicated.

Vlorg indicates the bags that Nina gave me. “Hallzog, would you be able to deliver these with the rest of the order tomorrow?” Hallzog glances over at the bags and nods.

“Yes. I can bring them with me. Not going back to the Longhouse yet?” He wonders aloud as he takes the bags from Orguk and Borguk, storing them behind the counter for safety.

“Thank you, Hallzog. And no. We have another stop to make before going home. Bringing them with us would possibly damage them.” Vlorg clasps his Uncle’s forearm again before pulling away. “We look forward to seeing you soon.” Vlorg says as we depart from the stand to migrate back to the edge of town. Once we reach the village limits, Orguk scoops me into his arms. I squeal at the sudden embrace, laughing as he spins me around.

“Alexa, you are the most amazing female. You will want for nothing.” He murmurs into my hair. Vlorg and Borguk set down their loads to press in around me. They rub gentle knuckles against my cheeks and tender fingertips over my shoulders. Giggling at the attention, I grin from ear to ear.

“We are incredibly grateful that you chose to stay with us. I am certain that we will make you exceptionally happy.” Borguk purrs into my ear, the soft vibrations sending waves of desire through my body. I moan at the warmth flooding my system; fire pools in my abdomen, heavy and insistent. Honey weeps from my throbbing cunt, the fluids coating my thighs. I know the surge of moisture is perfuming the air with my scent. The aroma sends my Orcs into a mild frenzy of lust. Vlorg growls from his place at my hip, cupping my ample ass and squeezing the heavy globe.

“We will bring you more happiness and pleasure than you can manage.” His promise sends another wave crashing over my body, my legs quivering in anticipation. I nibble at my bottom lip and glance at each male from under heavy eyelashes. Orguk’s arms tighten around me, squeezing me tighter into his body as if he’s trying to fuse our bodies into one.

We need to visit the Fae village first. Uncover the answer I need. Maybe go back to my world for my stuff. Then we can go back to the Longhouse and get down to the fun stuff.

“We need to see Morganuk first. After we figure out how I got here, I’m all yours.” I breathe through the pleasure surging through me, knowing if I don’t wrangle them in, all sexy hell will break loose. My males groan in dissatisfaction but nod their heads in agreement.

“Alexa is right. The sooner we complete her task. The sooner we can go home. And make her our female completely.” Orguk agrees, even though his expression is still heavy with desire. These males have waited so long to have a female, and I want to be that for them, but I need to understand how my life turned out this way first.

“Also, if there’s a way for me to go back, would we be able to go to my world? Maybe get some of my things from my apartment?” I ask as they stare at me in mild horror at the mention of me returning to my world. I attempt to calm their unease by explaining more. “If I don’t return to my world for the items I want, they will throw them in the trash. Many of them can’t be replaced. And I would only go if there is a sure way to return here. I don’t want to leave, but I also don’t want to lose all my family keepsakes.” Vlorg's expression shifts through devastation, anger, and worry and settles on understanding.

“If the Fae can manage to get us there and back, we will do everything we can to get your things back here.” He concedes to my wishes, even if begrudgingly. “We will go with you and return with you. We will be able to carry far more than you alone can.” I scrunch my nose at the comment but nod because he’s right. I would have to make several trips to get half the stuff I want to bring back to the Longhouse.

Vlorg scoops me into his arms from Orguk, giving Borguk and Orguk time to situate themselves before we begin the next part of our little journey. He takes us down a path to the right of the village, leading us further away from home. And closer to answers that I desperately want to find.