Orc Bound Mates

Chapter Six

The gown Orguk brought is a simple tunic and skirt combo, which hangs down to my ankles. The light tan fabric is smooth and comfortable as it hugs every inch of my skin like the seamstress made it for that reason. Even without a bra or titty support, the gown keeps everything where it should be and supports the heft of my breasts. Despite the gently worn material, the dress is soft against my skin and doesn’t irritate any of my exposed parts. Since I took off my underwear, I’ve been unable to find them again. I haven’t asked for them, nor have the males returned them.

“Come. Alexa. Let us settle down to eat.” Orguk cups my elbow in his hand and guides me from the warm air of the bathing area to the dry air of the main room. He leads me over to the table in the corner on the other side of the fire pit and helps me into the same seat that I occupied this morning. Borguk follows behind him to stir the stew pot and gather the dishes to serve the food.

Vlorg leaves the bathing room last, a fur wrapped around his thick waist, as he ducks into the storage room. When he exits the room, he’s in his regular trousers and nothing else. Vlorg sits next to me on the bench and waits with me as his brothers finish preparing our meal. I glance at his face to check if he’s looking at me before locking eyes with him. He was already staring at me; desire still swirled through his green-gray eyes.

“So, how is tomorrow going to play out?” I ask, trying to redirect some of the s****l tension crackling in the space between us. The twins have gathered everything for our meal and are setting everything in the correct areas. They take their seats, more stew with a loaf of bread and a cup of water. I take a deep breath of the food and groan at the scents; it’s similar to the last meal we had of the stew with some different spices to change the flavor.

The noise I make in response to smelling the food is not what the Orcs are hoping for because the three are looking at me with discomfort. They seem distressed with the meal. I don’t understand why they’re upset about me groaning over delicious food.

“What?” I ask as I get to work eating the food before me; Mama didn’t raise her girl not to finish the food placed in front of her, which might explain all my extra weight growing up and then again when I got older.

“We will get a greater variety of food when we go into the village tomorrow,” Vlorg mutters as he digs into his stew, munching away at the chunks of meat and bread. For big scary Orcs, you’d think they would be messy eaters, but these males are nearly proper in their eating manner. “No female should have to eat the same meal repeatedly. Our female deserves anything her heart desires.”

Our female!! That shouldn’t warm my insides, but it does.

I smile at his dower mood at having me eat the same meal more than once. I pause between bites to pat his forearm in comfort as I shake my head. He halts his eating to watch my hand touch his arm as he licks his lips. Naughty thoughts are undoubtedly taking center stage in his mind, knowing very well where my hands have been less than an hour ago.

“No sense in getting upset. You weren’t expecting me to visit. Hell, I wasn’t expecting to visit. No worries. I’m fine with eating whatever. Plus, this stew is delicious.” I emphasize the point by spooning a full bite of stew into my mouth, chewing it with slightly exaggerated pleasure, before chasing it with a chunk of bread. I smile up at him after I’ve swallowed my food and rub my hand over his arm.

“Regardless, we will get you better food to consume tomorrow.” He refuses to let it go as he continues to eat. His brothers are eating quietly on the other side of the table, working through their meals efficiently.

Conversations die off as the meal concludes, and everyone rises from the table to clean up and settle in for the night. Vlorg puts my empty dishes onto his dishes while Borguk collects everything from the table to deposit them into a bin beside the firepit. I move to my usual place on the bed; Skarr moves to take his place next to me, his great heavy body draping over my legs. His large head rests on my thighs, the rest of his body lays over my legs, and his hind end is on the bed.

My normal place? So little time has passed, and I already consider this my place. Consider Skarr, my wolf. Consider Vlorg, Orguk, and Borguk, my Orcs.

I scratch my nails through Skarr’s fur, tugging on it lightly before rolling the skin between my fingers. The giant beast lets out groaning growls of contentment, his large jaws lulling open and his wet tongue flopping out of his mouth. He licks at my arm to let me know he’s enjoying the attention I’m showing him. While I pamper my wolf, the Orcs finish their nightly routine and climb onto the bed. My Orcs form a semi-circle around the beast and me. I glance at them and smile as they tuck their legs under their bodies to get comfortable.

Orguk clears his throat to get my attention; I look up into his bottomless blue eyes. His thick eyebrows crease in the middle in his concentration. Questions float along the surface of his expression. He licks his lips before starting, trying to put the right words together.

“Alexa. Do you know what the marks on your left hip are?” Orguk leaves the rest of his questions unvoiced as he waits for my answer. I shrug my shoulders, my fingers still threading through Skarr’s fur.

“Nope. I know that I’ve had them since I was born. It’s just a birthmark. Why?” I tilt my head to the side, considering where this is going, and produce nothing. So, I wait. Vlorg and Borguk also watch Orguk, unsure of what he’s referencing. They glance at me questioningly before refocusing their attention on Orguk.

“It has more meaning than just a birthmark. I believe it is Orcish.” Orguk explains, his gaze jumping between all three sets of eyes staring at him. Vlorg and Borguk’s gazes turn to me, curiosity clear in the depths of their stares.

“Will you show us?” Vlorg implores, his eyes begging more than his words. I’m unsure what my birthmark has to do with anything or how it could be Orcish, but I want to make them happy.

“Sure.” I nod as I shift Skarr off my legs to get the skirting high enough on my left leg to show them the birthmark on my upper hip. They move in closer to get the best view of the markings on my skin. Vlorg’s growl is sexy and sends a wave of excitement through me as he reaches out to touch the light brown marks on my otherwise pale skin. Borguk and Orguk have the same excited expression as they confirm what the patterns read.

Still confused but happy that they all seem to like the birthmark on my hip, I just let them look until they’re content. Vlorg rests his palm over the mark before looking into my eyes, staring into the depths of my soul. My breathing comes a little more winded, and the fire in my veins flushes to the surface of my cheeks. His hand so close to my p***y is doing fun things to my insides. Everything they do makes my naughty bits do happy little flips of excitement.

“These, Little Female, have great meaning.” Vlorg starts, his mouth stretching into a pridefully sexy smile. “They are the symbols for ‘Marry Tribe.’ They are exceedingly rare to present on a female.” He finishes his thumb rubbing circles over my hip bone.

“Why would they be on me?” I wonder.

“That we do not know. Maybe our Sire and mother will know more about them.” Borguk adds as he takes my foot into his hands and rubs his thumbs into the arch of my foot. I groan at the contact and heavenly feel of his rough digits working little knots of tension from it. Orguk takes note of my reaction, takes my other foot into his hands, and starts to do the same.

“Since they are on you. It can only mean that your destiny is to be with an Orc. However, we should still discuss this with our Chieftain and mother. They will know more.” Vlorg continues massaging his fingers into my hip, his other hand taking up the space on my right hip and mimicking the sweet attention. I gasp at the contact; all their hands on my body feel wonderful to my senses and heart.

I know that the touches they pepper over my body are innocent and only to release muscle tension, but just having their hands on me brings out the burning lust I have for them. I can’t stop the moans of pleasure they illicit from me, nor can I control how my cunt pulses with the need for them. I take a shuddering breath to calm the fire burning in my belly before shifting my limbs from their hold. They release me, but the disappointment on their faces makes me want to let them touch me as they please; I resist as the need for sleep is affecting my thoughts.

We have things to do tomorrow. We need to go to sleep. If I don’t get my ass to bed, I’ll let them take me all night.

“As much as I’m enjoying this attention, it will never end if you don’t stop.” I manage to say through the lust clouding my brain. They adjust themselves while my arousal is, no doubt, perfuming the air around me. The flare in their nostrils as they breathe confirms my suspicions.

“You are correct.” Vlorg agrees, his voice thick with his desire, but he signals to his brothers, and they move about the bed to get into position to sleep. “We have a long day ahead of us. And sleep is needed.” Vlorg slides to the edge of the bed, taking his spot closest to the door and fire pit. Borguk sends Skarr to his place at the foot of the bed, where he’s right beneath my feet, before taking up the area to my left. Orguk crawls over me to take over my right side.

“Everyone wearing trousers to bed this time?” I joke as Orguk scoots me closer to him, giving his twin more room to settle under the furs. Vlorg grunts from his spot while the twins chuckle at my jab.

“Yes, little female. To preserve our sanity.” Borguk's wicked smile as he shimmies his body against mine, his hardness still evident through his pants. The twins sandwich me between them, their thick, muscled bodies smothering my nerves with a calm, protective warmth.

“Not complaining, but why aren’t you sleeping next to me?” I peek over Borguk’s shoulder to look at Vlorg; he rolls over to face me with so much emotion in his eyes that a blush floods my face.

“If I were to lie next to you, no amount of clothes would stop me from touching you. I am desperate to hear your cries of pleasure through the night. To have your cunt dripping with honey. My c**k buried deep inside you.” Vlorg’s rumbling words steal the breath from my lungs as they ignite my body anew. He holds my gaze as he palms his c**k, tenting the fur at his waist. “As we have established. We have a long day ahead of us. We need sleep.”

“Oh.” I squeak, ducking behind the safety of Borguk’s broad chest and snuggling into the furs. The intensity in the largest Orc’s body shakes me to the core and reminds me that they are holding themselves back by sheer force of will. I take several deep breaths to calm my body's instinctual reactions to Vlorg’s sinful promises. A random concern pops into my head as sleep starts to creep along the edges of my consciousness.

“Oh no, I left my jewel in my dress!” I whisper in alarm; Orguk huffs a soft laugh against my shoulder. He nuzzles his nose against the exposed skin on my neck and curls his fingers into my hand.

“I placed it on the side table. It is safe.” He reassures me, taking my hand into his and lacing our fingers together. I sigh in relief and let sleep take over.