Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Oran smiles, rolling his eyes back as the front of my kilt jerks upward.
“Enough with the human female.” Tigor grunts. “We need to get to the festival. The coalition are supposed to be there tonight. They cannot go unpunished.”
“I know that.” I growl. “No one steals from us.”
A gang of coalition humans emptied our meat smoking storage and one of our weapons bunkers three nights ago.
“Then, let’s prepare.” Oran turns. “I will meet you back here in five minutes.” He turns his wrist and I growl looking at the human timepiece he wears.
Many of our kind have acclimated to the ways of this new human world. Some live in the more integrated areas. They’ve settled in human homes, they work in offices, sit in cubicles and pretend our way of life never existed. They live alongside the very humans that wished us away, that did their best to eradicate us when we returned.
They failed, but I will never forget.
I shake my head, running my tongue over the sharp tips of my lower tusks, then head for the pond. My mother is right, the human blood is raising hives down my arms and I need to cool off the scorching pulse of blood into my dick before we set off to the festival grounds.
There was a single coalition scout lingering on the edge of our territory yesterday. Fucking idiots. He acted tough, refused to talk, but there’s only so much a human can take before he breaks. Before I decapitated him, he revealed they were planning to raid the festival tonight.
Tonight, that’s our mission. But after the festival, I will return to that house. I will track the female by scent if I have to. She left on a motorcycle which will make it difficult, but forgetting her is impossible, I know this already. Getting my head wrapped around the idea that my mating instinct has been swollen by a human, is not something I may wish to admit to any of my clan, but the hardness that throbs down low speaks the truth.
The grounds are a former sporting field with rebuilt crude structures and stages where musicians and other human entertainers bellow and dance to the small, gathered crowds. There are orcs here, other clan members, but mostly progressives taking part in the human festivities.
We are here for revenge and to let anyone else know that may think raiding our camp is in their interest, it is not. To me, killing is not good or bad. It is neutral, necessary, and I’ve long ago lost track of the number of humans and orcs that took their last breaths at my hands.
None of that matters right now. The throngs of drunken humans and orcs are noise and distraction. Exacting our revenge has taken a back seat to my new secret primary purpose.
Finding her. Mating her. Breeding her.
A prickle over my skin tells me she’s here. My senses are heightened, the mating rage growing, much as I try to stuff it down and hide it from my brothers. I feel as though I could scent her from across the galaxy and the aching down my spine is another sign I cannot ignore.
Of all the places, for her to be here only deepens the sense that she is mine, that we are fated. Human as she is. The undeniable lust and fever that is overtaking me leaves no doubt this female is my mate and I will claim her, screaming if necessary, as my own.
Females have never been of interest to me beyond protecting those few left that are part of our clan. We are mated creatures and without the one that ignites our mating instinct, we do not have the drive for what humans know as sexual release.
Besides that, watching the females of our race die out during our time on Iriaza, watching their mates turn to stone as they perished, that was not going to be part of my life.
I exist to protect. To lead. To secure our freedom. To fight for our race against the human enemy.
To mate would mean I have a weakness. The need to protect a mate would be a distraction and a distracted leader is a dangerous leader. It is enough to fight for our land, our safety, all while finding myself under the scrutiny of the Judicial Enforcement which presses harder and harder for our kind to bend to their human laws.
But, there is something new flickering down low even the strongest of my denial cannot extinguish.
Tigor keeps step with me as humans part around us. Oran thumps his chest, chuckling as the festival goers jump back and cower. He is younger but taller, one of the largest of our kind; more jaded, with no memory of earth and the years when we were free.
“There.” I growl, staring forward, as the scent flares my nostrils and my blood flows like hot lava into my cock.