Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
She leans her head on my shoulder, going soft against me, the orgasm and the effort of pleasing me with her mouth has been too much and I chastise myself for being selfish.
I scoop her up, wrapping her in two of the towels folded in the bathroom and sit her on the bed in the corner of the room, flicking on a lamp that sits on a small table next to her. She is white, unsteady as I tuck the pillows behind her and pull the blankets down then around her cold body.
“Do not move.” I rumble as I tear toward the kitchen, pulling the cabinet doors from their hinges, throwing out anything that is not food onto the floor. Plastic plates and glasses skate across the concrete, leaving a mess until I find a supply of silver packages with ‘Turkey and Rice’ and ‘Beef Stew’ written on the front. They also have a date, two years ago, but the words next to the date indicate the packages are consumable for up to ten years.
I fist six of them, finding a large spoon, then race back to where she is half asleep against the pillows, ripping open the packages and holding the brown mush to her lips.
“Open.” I say the word again, this time for a reason not as pleasant as sucking me off, but more important.
Her head wobbles as I push the first bite into her mouth then wait to be sure she chews and swallows as not to have her choke.
She does, and I repeat, feeding her bite after bite until her color starts to return and she lets out a long sigh, blinking and coming back in a rush of pink to her face.
“Man. That tastes like shit.”
“Take another bite.” I scoop up more of the brown mixture as she crinkles her nose but does as I ask.
“Can I have some water to wash this horror show down?”
“Yes.” I nod, darting my eyes back toward the mess on the floor then leaping over the plates and other debris to the clear bottles. I uncap one, return and hand it to my female, watching her joyfully take a long drink, seeing the light return to her eyes and allowing myself to breathe again.
“I forgot to eat today. And, well, it’s sort of been a big day. Lots of adrenaline.”
“From now on, I will make sure you eat. You will not say no, I will find good food for you when we are out of this place. Not this…stew.” I take a sniff of the pouch and recoil. “I am sorry you had to put this in your mouth, Dostha.”
“Me too. Your cock tasted much better.” She grins, making my heart warm and my balls pulse.
I feed her some of a pouch marked ‘Turkey’ but she hates it more than the stew.
“I’m feeling better. But, it’s chilly.”
She wiggles under the blankets as I take the packets to a receptacle in the kitchen and decide the mess can wait until tomorrow. Being next to my mate is my only priority.
The bed is small. Large for a human, but small for an orc, but there are solutions to this problem.
“You will lay on me.”
I don’t give her a chance to protest, slipping my enormity under the blankets, the metal bed bending then finally giving way under my weight and dropping the mattress and frame the six inches to the floor.
Aleena giggles and it’s a sound I require every day of the rest of my life. It soothes me, gives me wonder and hope and I will find a way to be funny. Maybe.
I gather her to my chest, laying her cool naked skin against mine, my cock aching to be inside her but knowing she must rest and the mating will have to wait.
Her breathing slows as her fingers trace little circles over the clan motto tattooed on my chest.
There’s a tightness in my throat and the vibration from earlier starts again. The strange musical sound I make is odd but familiar. It happened for the first time today and now, it comes again, but it’s making me warm and growing inside of me as Aleena lays, her thighs cradling my hard cock and the words spill from my lips.
The words are from somewhere I don’t remember. The translators all orcs had implanted have us speaking English here on Earth, but the lyrics that vibrate from my throat are not familiar.
Aleena raises her head, eyes wide, mouth fallen open but I cannot stop. There are whispers of singing orcs, some historic fantasy tales, but I have never heard one.
And apparently neither has my mate.
“That’s beautiful,” she whispers. “I had no idea orcs could sing.”
I do not stop. Soon she lays her cheek over my heart and for the first time since I awoke with a hole in my head and my body battered and broken, everything seems to make sense.