Lowly Seduction

Chapter 4 || Shame

Thane...

Darkness lurked outside my tent while I rest bound on the mattress. My eyes peer at my surroundings in disbelief but the reality was there. I was home. Immediately I rise up shifting around the cramped space searching for my loved ones only to find nothing.

I was alone. Not even a frog's croak can be heard from the outside. It was dead silence until the tent flapped open. He was then stood before me. King Zion.

What was he doing here? Did this man take my family and bring me here just to rub it in my face? Why is he coming towards me....

Back at the palace I took notice of how different Zion's appearance was from his kin. The orc was appallingly attractive. The creature did not possess the piggish snout that the others had, instead there was a hooked nose and sharp nose bridge. Shoulder length hair, thick brows and his skin mimicked the colour of forrest floor - earthy green.

His square jaw was stubbled. Eyes like coal brimstones. Then there was his body which intrigued me most. Raging at nearly 7'2, taller than most of his kind by a couple feet, his body was flawed though. Out of all his kin Zion had the most pitiful figure.

Yes, the orc had a beefy muscled frame but not like the others. His biceps lacked brawn, his calfs were not thick like logs. Even a beer belly would increase his masculinity.

Yet now something was horrifyingly luring about Zion. Somehow we were face to face. His lust filled eyes nailed into me, the man's finger pulled my chin upwards forcing me to meet that gaze. Heat trickled down to my groan when his fingers moved to my ears fondling the sensitive flesh.

"Let me mate you, minx."

My body lifts off the bed and my fingers claw at the sheets. A pure scream escaped from my throat because of that night horror. I have dreamt of such a blasphemous thing. Dryness settles in my gums making me reach to the nightstand for the glass of water only to see it empty.

Only then I realised where I was. Thankfully not in the king's chambers but not back in the tent either. I was in the castle's infirmary.

Yesterday didn't go as planned.

King Zion refused my demands. There was no escaping that man. To make matters worse I stabbed him, it was completely out of line for a peasant like me to do such thing.

If anyone found out about this I would be punished mercilessly.

But could you have blamed me? I felt threatened when he reached for me, not wanting to accept my fate I attacked him. Then while nearly successfully fleeing my ankle graised against a sharp corner, opening the flesh. And still he found it in himself to tend to my aid even when I cussed him. The guilt trampled me like a horse.

Thinking the king probably hates me after all of that and would punish me I accepted the proposal. Well somewhat, I only gave him permission to court me if he had lifted the ban on resources. Which was delusional of me.

One, I was never going to accept his mating without courting first...it feels like I need atleast a year to adjust to this lifestyle. Two, King Zion most definitely wasn't considering my opinion even if we married. He was going to let my people suffer - nothing I can say will stop him.

Hopeless. I feel hopeless.

"The king ordered us to wait for you to awaken." A shrilled voice spoke. I haven't even seen the two persons standing in the corner watching me all this time. They looked like mere children, I'd say around fourteen - not to mention their face structures were identical. The only thing that drew them apart was that the boy had melanated splotched skin while his sister was completely pale.

"Our king has awaited for you all night, should we inform him-" Instinctly my head shakes, cutting her off, she sends her brother a look before they approach me. The two wore corsets and tunics with short bottoms like garden gnomes. They weren't gnomes though, they were human.

"Sister you are so impolite! We forgot to introduce ourselves, I'm Leo and this is Nell. Any need you have for us we shall fulfil, unless it is escaping." Leo giggled receiving a nudge from the other.

I took it that they were comfortable speaking so comically infront me because we were the same species. It really helped break the tension. The albino one, Nell, walked around the bed filling the glass with water before lifting it to my lips. Accepting her kindness I drink, overly drink in fact nearly choking on the water from my fast sipping.

Knowing the two were holding back another laugh at my foolishness, I ignored their looks. I was not set for the mannerisms of a bride. With my head turned to my lap I spot the chain hanging from my neck - that was not there before.

The metal was a heart shaped locket, a necklace. My hands clutched onto it thinking back at yesterday and the gold rings that hung at my neck that was now gone. Replaced with a gift from the king.

It was empty. I don't know what I was expecting to be inside. Then a stinging sensation on my wound causes my head to whip upwards seeing Leo, his fingers rubbing an raw orange dust on the gash.

"What...even is that."

"Achiote. A rare flower only found in the Eastside. It is seen as illegal in most parts of the country due to its high drugging tolerance on orcs but for us it is fine. Perfectly fine." A grin plastered on his face as he felt honoured to educate me on such thing. I smiled. Using that on Zion may earn me a way out of this place. Before we all left the room I ensured that the twin left some dust in my locket.

Never know what can happen.

While we all made our way down the halls to the library - specifically requested from me - the two chatted and discussed arrangements for the wedding. Like if there was going to be any. For minutes they were arguing off about who would be the flower girl/boy until the topic shifted then they brought up something odd. Today the king declared a change of law.

Zion had raised the law banning our resources. The public now had access to trading and buying from The Court and outside the kingdom.

Additionally he left the castle before I had awaken to give our hampers to those in need. With expensive fruits and meats that was sure to fill hundreds- it was an act of generosity. Something I didn't even ask him to do and still he had done it. An orc helped a human.

He had done it for me. There was no denying it.

After this I am willing to court him, whether I want it or not. The king deserves it after my promise. My heart was at rest knowing my family can eat with content today. Other families as well.

The orc king honestly impressed me and I hated to admit it. It is bittersweet.

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The twins had left me in the library all alone allowing me some air to breathe. They told me how Zaahira, apparently the king's personal assistant, would be shortly collecting me to go meet him. So I had limited time to read not to mention I couldn't, humans were not taught such privileges.

Instead I found entertainment looking around the library which was gigantic. There were thousands of books in here, thousands of stories that I'll never know. Thinking of it only made me upset, it reminded me of how restricted my knowledge was compared to everyone here. I felt small.

But I was greater than they'll ever be. Atleast I was soon to be.

My attention pulled off of the conflict after hearing a stifled groan from around the corner. Turning in my tracks, I see the scene. Two ginormous orcs thrusted themselves into a male elf. One behind pounded into the red head's hole with a fist full of his hair while the other filled the male's mouth in front.

It was eroticly beautiful.

Would Zion handle me so roughly when we mate, show his possessiveness infront of others. Would he paint me in his cream and force me to swallow the rest of it like this elf....

Shit.

The tension of not being relieved from my dream returned. Eventually, a tent appeared in my pants and my leaking tip printed trough the fabric. I started getting aroused, I shouldn't be feeling so eroticized in public.

But I was.

I was making myself no better than these creatures when I hid behind the bookcase, pulling out my length and eagerly pulling at the foreskin. Still I felt no shame. Clasping my hands over my lips to prevent myself from releasing desperate moans, I pleasured myself, closing my eyes my mind wandered at last nights dream.

Zion touching my ears, his other hand working me below while muttering possessive slurs for me to hear. He would take my mouth mixing our saliva as one and using it to lube his own c**k before rubbing it against mines.

His forehead would rest against mines while I buck my hips to meet his. My hands would fist his hair begging him for mercy.

And then I came. Clear creamed liquid dirtied my garments while my legs trembled beneath me, finding it hard to keep myself straight. My eyes gleamed at the semen plastered between my fingers finding no other option but to lick them clean. The bitter-sweat flavor lingering on my tongue while I reach to fix my soft c**k back into my pants.

And then I crept away not leaving behind a trace, returning to the desk where the twins left me at.

The shame. Realization of what I had done only settled deep within me once I sat. I was praying for Zaahira to offer me a bathe before I encounter the king once again.

My sinful state was not for his eyes to see.