Sword of Bone

Chapter Four

I knew my husband only wanted me as a bargaining piece, but never did I think he would break his vows and scorn me so. As I walked through the woods with tears staining my face, I spotted a young boy gathering small twigs. I approached him with a soft smile and a small wave. 

“Good evening, miss.” He said cheerful and bright. 

“Good evening, young gentlemen. May I inquire upon you?” 

“Of course Miss.” 

“Lord Barret, where is his wife?” I asked with hesitation. 

“Well, she is home with him now, miss. His first was killed a few days ago during a raid. He now is married to his second wife.” 

My heart shattered into a million little pieces. The man I have betrayed me so diligently been clinging to. I never allow my body to take hold. I never allowed it to act on the feelings it held within, all hoping to reunite with my dear husband. I forced a smile on my face and thanked the young boy before retreating further into the woods. I kept looking back to see the Horde King still stocking me, his eyes moving wildly from side to side with his axe firmly planted in his hand. 

“Stop following me, beast. I do not want you here.” I said over my shoulder. 

His growl rippled through the woods, sending a shiver up my spin. I will not allow him or any other to claim me again. I cannot. I walked for what felt like days when I came upon a small hole in the mountain. I entered and walked in blind feeling the walls until I came across a wooden door, another Orc hovel for hunting, I assume. I pushed the door open and went inside, shutting and locking it behind me. Then I felt around for the bed I am sure is here. To my surprise, there is no bed, only pelts laid on the hard ground. 

“Better than nothing.” I whispered to myself. 

I laid down on the furs and stared into the darkness, giving it access to take over. I do not want to feel these things any longer.

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When I rose from my slumber, it was still pitch black inside the cave. I stood up and worked my way to the door. Then I did the same in the cave as I worked my way slowly towards the small shimmer of light at the other side. Halfway there my feet hit something hard and I tumble to the floor, laying half across it and half on the ground. 

“All you have to do is ask if you wish me to bed you, roamaka.” The Horde Kings velvet voice said, making me freeze in place. 

I felt his hands lay over my backside and then up my back before he moved me around, positioning me into straddling me on top of him. I can feel his thick flexing length against me. I remained still. I remained afraid. 

“Do you feel what you do to me, roamaka? Do you want my c**k as badly as I want you're cunt?” 

My body betraying me. A soft moan escaped my lips, and my body heated, making me wet between my legs. He gave me an encouraging growl as he moved his hips, pressing his hard length into me further. My breathing became heavier, my body responding over, throwing my mind and taking control. 

“Yes, ke miapel feel what you do to me. Feel my c**k hard only for you.” He growled, making my wet cunt tighten and loosen over and over. “Do you want me ke miapel? Do you want my orc c**k?” 

I moaned in reply, closing my eyes, letting myself go. I am just feeling now, not thinking. “Tell me ke miapel.” 

Nothing making sense, my mind racing telling me no, my body fighting and telling me yes. I closed my mind and replied. “Yes.”

He growled, gripping my hips with his powerful hands, dragging me across his length again. He moved his hands under my dress, pushing it up. He moved one hand across my bare ass, around to my stomach. “I will fill your empty womb with my seed. You will carry my sons within you. This will please me.” 

I moaned at the sound of his voice, the heat of his touch it too much. “Please…” I begged. 

“Shh, I will take care of ke omara.” He said, sitting up and moving me under him. With a swift movement, our bodies bare and pressed together. Velvet and silk sliding against each other. 

“I hunger for your taste,” He purred. “I hunger for your touch.” 

His voice doing inexplicable things to me. Inside of me, I gulped for air. “You hunger too. Don’t you ke miapel?” 

I couldn’t form words. I moaned low, placing my hands to his bare shoulders. 

“I wish to fill your empty womb. I wish to see you blossom with my seed.” 

It was a thoroughly appalling statement- wasn’t it?- but it felt more like a caress, thrumming low in my ears. And somehow there was the hurtling, incongruous image of it, myself, round and full, my breasts heavy, my ripe belly blossoming with new life. This thought alone thrilled me, which startles me. But then dread fills me. 

“I am not fertile…” I whispered. It is true - but the Horde King only gave a low growl, a hungry growl as his sweet smelling heat washed over my face. 

“You are, ke miapel.” He said so close to my face, making me twitch at the feel of his other hand coming to rest warm and heavy over my heart. “With my seed you will be.” 

He lowered his face to mine, the mixture of his cold metal helmet and his sweet-scented warm breath fluttering over my skin. “My seed hungers to fill you,” His husky voice continued, and I moaned again. “My seed hungers to flood you, and flower deep inside of you.” 

I cursed myself because my breath actually chocked this time. The heat pooling hard in my groin. What in the f**k, he is Orc. A hideous bloodthirsty orc… 

“I long to touch you,” he said, so smooth, so quiet. “Will you give me leave to do this, roamaka?” 

I would. I tried for a laugh, but it came out more like a gasp, thick and heated in my throat. “Would it actually make a difference,” I managed. “If I said no?” 

“Ach. Yes!” came his reply, more decisive than I expected. “I shall not force you, roamaka. And naught shall change if you refuse. I shall yet guard you with my life.” 

His hands on my shoulders weren’t moving. They are just waiting there, warm and heavy, watching me, waiting for my answer. And what is my answer?- what? No, of course, no, but- was it? Perhaps? It had been so long since I’d been touched, and even longer since it had felt- untainted like this, free of the dragging jealousy or shame or fear. And what would it feel like to have those big, warm hands caress against my skin? To be truly wanted, desired, longed for? 

“Will you give me leave, roamaka?” He asked again, so softly. “May I touch you?” 

His words, his question making inexplicable flaring in my gut, and I took a slow, shuddering breath. Could he touch me? Maybe? Perhaps? Maybe- yes? 

“With one condition…” I finally said. 

“Anything for you, ke miapel.” He said with a heavy, lust filled voice. 

“Remove your helmet. Let me touch your face, let me touch your face.” I replied in a nervous, shaky voice. 

Stillness and quiet made me nervous. I can feel the sting of rejection rising inside of me. Then he moved and a loud thud of metal rang through the empty cave. He lowered himself over me once more. His face so close to mine, lips so close. All so tempting. I raised my hand, running my fingertips over his face, feeling so velvet skin. There was a ragged, rumbling growl from the orc’s throat. And then those enormous hands were moving. Sliding slowly, inexorably, down from my shoulders, over the front of my bare body, until - I gasped aloud- they had found my breasts, and curved softly, gently around them. 

“Should you mate with me, these teats shall fill with milk,” His voice purred, he promised. “My sons shall suckle them and grow fat and strong.” 

I gasped again, my body giving a convulsive shudder, and I felt him lean in closer, warmer. “And this belly,” He breathed, as those hands slid downwards, hotter, slower, “shall swell as my seed blooms inside it. It shall grow my sons strong and hearty.” 

I cursed myself again as my eyelids fluttered with a gasp I didn’t even notice one of his hands hesitating, plucking at the little chain around my neck holding the locket her mother gave her many years ago. 

“What is it?” She asked, feeling the sadness take hold of him. 

“I only ask for your mind, your laughter, for your troth… given freely. And in return, I shall give you my sword of bone, and my fealty, my favor. I wish to bring you joy, roamaka.” 

My chest heaved, my mind whirling with fire. I ran my hands up to his face, stroking my thumb across his cheek, feeling wetness… he is crying… a savage orc crying. 

“Will you honor me? Or shall I leave you now?” He asked, running his lips across my forehead. “For I tell you now, ke miapel if you accept you will be mine and I will never let you go.” 

I laid there, thinking over his words. My mind unyielding but my heart soft as I answered, “Yes I accept.” 

“You please me roamaka. Ke miapel your kaosado pleases me.” He said, pressing his lips to mine in hunger. “You are ripe. You are rich with sweetness. You hunger lights your flame. I wish for that flame to consume me.” 

I tilted my head back. He came even closer, those fingers now coming up to spread warm and gentle on my cheek. “I long for you,” he murmured. “I long to fill you. I long to make you flower.” 

He chased his words with a soft brush of his mouth, hot and jolting against my skin. I sucked in a sharp, lusty breath, making him groan in reply. The sound rumbling down to my bones. And then his mouth tasted my neck, hard and sweet with just a slight nip of his sharp teeth. 

“You’re an orc…” I whispered. 

“Yes,” came the smooth, rumbling, mouthwatering reply, “And I shall fill you. I shall ripen you. I shall please you like no man has before.” His mouth pressing kisses up my neck, up my jaw, and now his lips were here, only a breath away from mine. While his hands drew closer, tighter, all against the hard muscles of his huge solid body and- I gave a hard cry - against a shocking, swollen, pulsing hardness, jutting out strongly between his legs. “I shall give you this,” that mouth breathed, promised, firing blinding hunger in my thoughts. “If you stay. If you pledge me, your body, mind, you soul as my mate I will give you this and so much more.” 

“And if I don’t?” I gasped, my breath so close to his, her body all but wrapped against him, pressing that thrilling hardness closer. “What then?” 

The world was this, hanging on his answer, and his mouth gave a low growl against hers, husky and terrifying. “Then I shall not stop you,” He said. “You shall run back to that big, hollow place you call home to a man who has replaced you. One who will never keep you safe like I.” 

The words almost seemed to wrench my breath out of lungs- there was no way she could truly go back- but the Horde King’s body slowly, purposefully moved away from her, and those hands against me went still, slack, quiet. “What is your wish?” His words breaking me from my own thoughts. “Will you run? Or will you stay? Will you be my omara?” His body still un-moving, waiting patiently for my reply. And with a shudder, gasping for breath, I closed the last space between them and kissed him.