Orc Bound Mates

Chapter Fourteen

Consciousness comes back to me slowly, the edges of my thoughts foggy and uncoordinated. My head pounds angrily as I shift on the uncomfortable bed, and my confusion deepens at the feel. My bed back at the Longhouse usually feels so wonderfully soft and comforting. The smells around me seem a bit mustier than expected as well, the odor burning against the back of my sinuses. I try to recall what happened before going unconscious. I remember squatting in the bushes away from my Orcs to relieve the pressure in my bladder and waiting for my bits to drip dry because there was no toilet paper or magic to blow dry my lady parts. Then a twig snaps before the pain, then nothing.

I try to roll over to get a better look at my surroundings, the aching in my head making my vision blurry and nausea pulsating in my stomach. Through my unfocused gaze, I can tell at once that this isn’t my Longhouse. As fuzzy as my vision is, I know this isn’t my home. The layout is categorically different. The beds on the opposite side of the room and the fire pit looks filthy and unkempt. There are bones, discarded clothes, and dirty dishes all over the room. Messy, unorganized, and repulsive. This pigsty is what I had previously expected from Orcs.

No wonder my Orcs aren’t fawning over me. They aren’t here. This shithole isn’t home.

The front door opens, and I bite back a scream as Urghat comes waltzing into the room. He’s carrying a nasty-looking blade in one hand and a hunk of raw meat in the other; I swallow back the bile surging up my throat. He steps up to the firepit, drops the blade onto an existing pile of molding dishes, and stabs a thick skewer through the dripping meat. He sets up the skewer on two rods that hold it suspended above the fire—the blood drips onto the flames with a sickening sizzle. Urghat notices I’m awake and smiles wickedly at me, silently promising everything I’ve never wanted.

“Good. You are awake.” Urghat croons as he moves closer to me; I recoil away from him and move as far away as I can until my back hits a solid wall. He growls at my rejection and lurches forward onto the bed. The snarl on his face distorts the scars littering the gray expression of his grotesque features. His tusks are a yellow-green color, which warns of foul breath. I scream at the top of my lungs as he lumbers closer. “QUIET!” He yells in my face, the rancid smell of his breath making me gag. I choke back the contents of my stomach to keep from puking in his face.

“Please, just let me go,” I beg, not above pleading for freedom. Every fiber of my being demands I resist this revolting Orc and deny him everything he claims to be his. This male has more power in one hand than I have in my whole body; I'd lose in a battle of strength in moments. That doesn’t mean I won’t fight back. My Chosen males will come for me. They had once before; they surely will again. I just have to last until they get here. I can’t let Urghat take what isn’t his and defile my body.

Urghat snarls, gripping my ankle in a bruising hold, and yanks my body closer to him. I scream again, both in pain and fear. I don’t want him touching me. “Silence, female. You are mine. I scented you first. The claim is mine by right!” He seethes, pulling my leg over his, pinning my foot down with his thigh. I struggle to free my leg and move away from him again, but I can’t wiggle out of his hold. The angle he has my leg in pulls all my muscles taught, leaving me with little room to maneuver out of his grip. I struggle to get free nonetheless.

Vlorg, Orguk, Borguk, please save me soon. This shitbag isn’t going to take No for an answer.

“I don’t belong to you!” I screech, thrashing against his hands on my skin, fighting him and the bile threatening to make me spill my guts. “I belong to no one!!” I scream, only to have a hand slap across my face, splitting my lip open. Blood trickles out of my mouth and down my chin. My heart thunders wildly in my chest, and tears spring to the corners of my eyes. I refuse to let them fall; I will not give this vile Orc the satisfaction of my tears. My cheek stings something fierce, and the taste of my blood in my mouth forces the nausea to flare higher in my throat.

“YOU. ARE. MINE. FEMALE!” He shouts, yanking my other leg over his; I kick out at his grabbing hands. I’d rather die than let him do as he pleases. “The spineless Orc trio stole you from me. They defiled your body. I will replace their touch. You will birth my younglings.” He rumbles quickly, blocking and deflecting every kick I throw at him. With my legs pried apart and the remnants of my excitement dried on my thighs, Urghat inhales deeply, taking in the scent of my withered arousal.

“Your arousal fragrances the air. I know you want this.” Urghat groans at the scent, his c**k straining against the confines of his trousers. He refocuses crazed obsidian eyes on my face and pants with his desire. I turn my sore cheek away from him, the sight of his hunger for me pushes my stomach over the edge, and I can’t hold back. My body lurches to the side, and I vomit everything I have onto the side of the bed closest to the wall. I choke in a breath as my stomach clenches and spews another volley of vomit. Urghat doesn’t seem to care that I’m expelling my stomach on his bed; he continues pawing at me with filthy hands.

As Urghat rips the clothes from my body, he leaves angry welts and weeping scrapes from the bite of the fabric against my skin. He shreds every stitch of clothing from me by the time I've stopped heaving, tears leaking from my eyes, and I don't have the strength to care anymore. I'll save my energy for the physical fighting; he can have my tears because they are the only things I will willingly give him. This despicable Orc has his hands all over my body; filthy digits squeeze my heavy breasts painfully. His punishing grip creates pink blotches that rise to the surface, where the blood vessels have ruptured. Nothing permanent, but there will be discoloration and tenderness later.

I’m so sorry, my males. I don’t have the strength to fight him and win. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop struggling.

I flail my whole body, arms thrashing against his chest, legs straining to push away from him. He rips the front of his trousers open, gripping his wart-covered c**k in one hand while he holds my hips down with his free hand. The weight of his hand on my stomach threatens to force more vomit from my body. I scream at him to let go, but there’s no getting through to him. He’s lost to his lust-filled frenzy. My Orcs would never force me to do anything I didn’t want to, lustful frenzy or not. I continue to fight against his hold, desperately trying to get away. I scratch his chest with my nails, leaving behind score lines that bead up with blood.

Urghat glances down his chest to the blood welling to the surface and growls in hunger. The red fluid only exciting him further. “Yes. Female. Make me bleed. Show me your passion.” He rumbles, stroking the lumpy length of his c**k. I snarl at him and kick my legs harder to dislodge them from his hold. Nothing I do works against him. I have no defenses to save me from his desires.

Fear so consuming clogs my mind; every atrocity this male has in mind for me floods my brain. Every movement he makes comes in sickening clarity with vile intentions. Panic surges adrenaline through my system at an alarming speed, causing this scene to feel like it’s going in slow motion.

I need to get away! I don’t want this!

The last time I felt like this, I couldn’t get my throat to loosen enough to scream. The fear had been consuming me, and my weakness was too great. But not this time. My panic and weakness can go f**k themselves because I will fight and scream until I have nothing left. I take a deep breath and scream as loud as I can, my throat stinging at the force of the sound. The shrill sound pierces the air, cutting through his panting grunts as he positions himself to take me. As the last of my air runs out, my screech dies away; I catch a responding enraged howl filling the deafening silence. Urghat seems to hear the roar through his delirium because his shoulders go rigid right before the front door explodes open.

I cry joyously as my massive Orcs stampede through the opened door, Skarr hot on their heels. Relief so profound, I’m shaking, surges through me.