Sword of Bone

Chapter Six

He guided me through the dark tunnels into a grand room filled with candlelight and laughter. The warmth from fire spread through me, warming me. Baldu’s brothers came, greeting him, welcoming him back, and asking if there was anything he needed help with. The only instruction Baldu gave was for hot water for a bath. I stood behind him, observing all the moving bodies in the area, when I spotted my friend Helen sitting on Grom’s lap. He held her possessively, and she wore a smile of pure bliss and contentment. The entire scene seemed rather odd to me, but understandable at the same time. 

“Come, ke miapel.” Baldu said, taking my hand leading me away. 

We passed more populated areas than all the Orcs sitting, talking, drinking, and laughing with one another. But there were no females. Only Helen and I. 

“Where are the females?” I asked him as we made our way into his room. The same room I woke chained in. 

The memory making my heart race. Fear started growing, slowly spreading itself within me. He led me in, letting my hand go long enough to close the door behind us. Then he turned to me, clasping my head between his hands and lowering his lips to mine. Kissing me just as passionately and lustily as before. He deepened our kiss, making the same needy feeling return to my womb just as someone knocked on the door. 

“What?” He growled. 

The door opened, and six men walked in, holding buckets of steaming water. Baldu released me and watched them for a moment before he began undressing. I stood frozen in place and watched his pants gracefully gliding over his strong, thick legs pooling at his now bare feet. He stepped out as the last Orc left the room, pulling the door closed behind him. Baldu disappeared into the washroom for a moment, only to return and look at me with a confused expression. 

He walked over and turned to me. Then he began unlacing my corset and skirts until my clothing pool at the ground around my feet. Feeling shy, I covered my breast with one hand and with the other I covered the apex between my legs. He turned me to face him and looked down at my attempt to be modest. Smiling at me, he eased my arms and hands away, then he looked over my body with heat and hunger, leaving a path of tingling lust in their wake. I shivered with desire, making him smile at me.

“Come ke miapel. I shall care for you now.” 

He took my hand, leading me into the washroom. He let me go briefly as he climbed into the tub. Then he held his hand out to me and waited for me to join him. Once in I settled myself between his legs, his arms coming around me and his hand laying flat across my stomach as he pushed me back so I am laying across his chest. Somehow all of this felt normal, felt like comfort. Something I have not experienced since the passing of my mother. I closed my eyes, turning my head so my ear is pressed against his chest. I listened to the steady, strong beats of his heart rapping through his rib-cage. A small smile played at my lips. 

“Are you well?” He nearly whispered. 

“I am.” 

“That pleases me greatly ke miapel.” 

I opened my eyes and looked down at the water, flicking my fingertips through it, making little splashes. What am I supposed to do? - do I stay here with an Orc that treats me far better than the man who took a vow to treat me well? Or do I go back to the hellhole I share with a man who no sooner replaced me with another after I was taken? If I am being completely honest with myself, I want to stay here? Being the mate to the savage Horde King Baldu scares me to my core. I know he can feel my fear, his arms wrapping tighter around me, running his thumbs across my arms, trying to soothe me. 

“Tell me what ails you… I will fix it.” He whispered into my hair. 

“I am afraid…” I confessed in a shaky voice. 

“Of what?” 

“You…” I spat out, desperately trying to get to the end of this conversation. 

His body went ridged and his breathing became labored. “What have I done to make you fear me?” 

I didn’t reply, instead I pulled my legs up to my chest and tried to move out of his hold. His arms grew tighter around me. 

“Please tell me ke miapel. I cannot change if I do not know what I am doing to cause you fear…” 

“I am just afraid that I will do something wrong and you will do as my husband did…” I confessed, my body shaking with fear. 

He stiffened and let me go. I took a deep breath and shoved my face further into my knees, preparing myself for my punishment. I felt his enormous hands grasp my arms and turn me around so I am not facing him in the tub. His big legs on either side of me, trapping me in place. He reached over, catching my chin and raising my face so I am looking into his eyes. 

“Hear my now roamaka. I will never cause you pain. I refuse to. I will only care for you, pleasure you when you ask. I will help you raise our sons and I will do anything and everything in my power to keep you well.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. “Please, my omara trust in me to show you this.” 

Staring into his eyes I can see pain, sadness and fear as the tears built, nearly falling down his cheeks. Without thinking, I reached my hands up and wiped them from his cheeks before I leaned up, pressing my lips to his. This kiss is soft. He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my back and wrapping around me, pulling me into his lap with my legs straddling him. His hands went under, one gripping my ass, the other sliding up my cunt. I inhaled sharpy gripping his shoulders and throwing my head back giving him access to my pebbled n*****s. 

“I want to take you slow ke miapel.” 

“Please.” Is all I could say. 

“Shh, let me care for my Qouell.” He growled across my n****e, sending pleasure shuddering down my spine, collecting deep in my loins. “So sweet, so soft. My women.” 

He is sending me into a whirl of pleasure, between his finger working in and out of me and hips, lips on my breast. It’s too much. So much. All of it so good. 

He drew my budded n****e deep into his mouth; I cried out, twisting a little on top of him as I felt his rough, warm tongue. It felt good, and I groaned as he flicked my n****e repeatedly, sending a pleasureful sizzle straight down my body. My hands flew to his bulging biceps when he switched to my other breast. When he began speaking in guttural Orc. I felt the twisting shift of his muscles beneath my hand, felt the cords of his arms tighten as he continued to stroke his hand between my thighs. 

His body was so warm, so hot, like a furnace. His mouth grew ravenous at my beast, tugging and laving like he was starved for me. I looked down between us at my now flushed dark pink, sensitive and pointed. 

“I will spill my seed deep inside of your womb this night, ke Qouell.” he rasped, his voice dark and gravelly. “You will be heavy with my orcsons. You will bear me a horde warrior that will be strong enough to lead to be the next Horde King.” 

My breath was coming out fast, my chest heaving. Children. I’d never even thought I could have them… despite that, I resisted him by saying “You might be disappointed.” 

His lips curled, the sight so shocking that I was momentarily struck dumb. He pulled his face closer to me before whispering, “Trust in me ke miapel. There will be many orcsons.” 

I gasped when he stood up with me wrapped around him and moved to the bed. He flipped me over onto the bed until I was face-down on the furs. His large palms spanned my hips, and he tugged hard, bringing me up onto my hands and knees with him positioned behind me. 

“Ohhh,” I moaned when I felt his tongue lick over my s*x, when I felt my belly quiver as it found my throbbing c**t. “No, no,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. 

“Yes.” he growled in reply before he returned, using that expert tongue on me. “Yes.” 

Pleasure was like a sharp blade, and I was walking on the edge. It cut through me, knowing that I was enjoying this, knowing that even as I protested, I was rocking my hips back at him for more. It cut me because I didn’t know why I was still afraid. 

“Please,” I whispered, but I didn’t know if I directed it at Baldu or myself. “Please.” 

“Are you ready, ke miapel,” He said. “You ache for me, whether you will admit it to yourself.” 

I perceived him moving behind me, the furs underneath me shifting. His hand, calloused, rough, but warm, ran down the length of my spine. When he didn’t move, I summoned the courage to look behind me, directly into his eyes. 

“Ke omara. Ke roamaka. Ke Qouell.” he whispered, his hands moving around my body. One of his hands gripped my hips and the other… the other moved up, past my shoulder blades, to wrap around the back of my neck. 

I inhaled a sharp breath, my eyes widening at the possessive, dominant position. 

“Ke Qouell.” He repeated, his voice almost… awed. “You are beautiful, ke miapel.” 

I cried out when he thrust into me, his grip on my hips pulling me towards his thick, hot length. Blood rushed in my ears and over it. I heard his bellow of pleasure as his c**k slid inside. 

Pain ricked me, a sharp, twisting pinch. 

“Wait,” I whispered. Baldu eyes met mine. That wild look was present, that untamed emotion from earlier. He growled, a purely animistic sound, but did as I asked, through his grip on my throat and my hips tightened, as if worried I would move away. 

The pain fleeting and Baldu kept my gaze throughout it all, half-sheathed inside me. He wanted to f**k me; I saw it in his gaze. He wanted to consume me, to claim me, to make me his. My whole body shivered at that thought as the pain slowly melted away, only to be replaced by the foreign sensation of fullness. A moment later, I felt him move, testing me. I felt him retreat from my body, only to drive back in with a forceful thrust. Lips parting, I couldn’t help the gasping moan that tore from my throat. 

That was all the permission Baldu needed. 

That hand on my throat flexed as he began to f**k me the way I’d imagined an Orc Horde King would. Dominant, almost savage, thrusts into my waiting s*x, as if I was made for his pleasure, as if he owned me. Perhaps he did. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be owned, collared and f****d into frightening pleasure. 

Beneath me, my breasts swayed and bobbed with every hard pound of his c**k. My hair fell over my shoulders, tickling my n*****s, moving back and forth. Everything was in motion. My arms shook as they held me up, my ass clenched, my belly quivered. 

“Your cunt is perfect, omara.” he growled behind me, punctuating his words with powerful thrusts, as if to emphasize his point. “Hot and tight for me. f**k!” 

“Ohhh!” I cried out when he picked up his pace even more, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the cave. I felt the sway and slap of his heavy sack against the back of my thighs. 

“Baldu!” I whimpered. 

“Yes, omara,” he rasped. “Cry out my name when I f**k you, so you know you who owns your body. So you know who owns this cunt.” 

Oh god. His words made me crazed too. 

Squeezing my eyes shut against the rapidly rising pleasure, feeling that hard c**k deep inside, stretching and filling me to the very brim… it is too much. My spine arched as I reared back my hips to meet his thrusts. I didn’t care anymore about what this meant, didn’t care that he’s taken me from my home, that he claimed my body and my life, though I barely knew him. I didn’t care because all I wanted to was come. 

“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my n*****s pebbling even tighter, my arms shaking. That hand at my throat pressed and squeezed, and after a particularly savage, deep thrust, I began to orgasm. “Ooh yes!” 

“f**k!” Baldu cursed loudly, as my s*x clenched around his length. “Estella!” 

The strongest orgasm of my life consumed me, stretching from one moment to the next. When it was over, I was trembling and my arms collapsed beneath me, though he never ceased his brutal, claiming thrusts into my body. He was f*****g his queen. He was f*****g me like a savage Orc king. I hated and loved it all the same. With a growl, he pulled out of me and flipped me again until I was flat on my back. He tugged my hips down, maneuvering me so he could easily pound inside me, filling me even as my s*x continued to flutter around him. 

My brows pulled together, a rough cry tearing from my throat, when one of his wicked fingers pressed into my sensitive c**t with every thrust. I heard his roar of pleasure a moment later, felt his hips drive into me, hard and unyielding. Another foreign sensation overcame me when I felt his seed shoot into me, bathing my inner, flexing walls, filling me up like his c**k had. I groaned, my chest heaving even as I rocked into him more. 

Once it was over, Baldu collapsed next to me, a deep sound of revving from his chest, a sound I’d never heard before. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. I melted into him and bathed in his sweet scent, his sweet taste until he pulled me into his hold and we drifted into a well slated sleep.