Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Tigor growls. “Fine. We’ll discuss it but…” He turns his head back and forth, trying to keep his member under control. “For Throkk’s sake you need to go into the house. Now. I’ll come inside when we’re done out here.”
I look across at Dominic, and see Darrell pulling himself through the water toward Tigor. I step forward, ready to stop him, but he stops on his own and looks very earnestly at the huge orc, his erection still clearly an issue under the shorts.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I have that same problem. It just gets stiff as a board and I can’t do anything about it. It’s a pain. Nobody should laugh.”
Mol’s lip pulls into a grin, then his face falls as Darrell turns his way and fixes him with a glare.
“It’s getting cold,” Dominic says. “I’m going to take Darrell back to the house.”
I nod. “Yeah. I’ll be right there.”
Dominic shakes his head, glancing across to where the orcs are just coming out of Tigor’s place, thankfully all now fully dressed. I stepped behind a bush and slipped out of my wet things, pulling my other clothes on, but Dominic still needs to get dressed properly when he gets back home, and Darrell must be getting hungry.
“I think someone else is going to request the pleasure of your company this evening, don’t you?”
“What do you…?” I see Tigor shake Mol’s hand, then turn my way, and when his eyes meet mine I forget to breathe. I’m not sure what’s going on with my body, but whatever he wants I think I’m about ready to respond. “OK,” I say. “I’ll see you later.”
“Or tomorrow morning. Whatever.” Dominic shrugs, then puts his arm around Darrell. “Come on, buddy, let’s go get something to eat.”
As soon as he’s gone, Tigor is there, taking my hands in his.
“What was decided?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nothing for now. We will have orcs guarding this street by tomorrow, a show of force. Hopefully enough to persuade Yarek that there are easier neighborhoods to annex.”
I nod. “That sounds positive.”
“I will never let anything happen to you. Or your found family.”
“Okay,” I say, my heart thundering. “I mean, thanks. I’ve never… I’ve always had to look out for myself, you know?”
“No more. From now on, you let me watch you.” He starts pulling my hands.
“Wait, where are we going?”
“I will show you how orcs live. You will see that we are able to protect you. I will show you my hut, also, I want…” His teeth gnash for a moment before he continues. “I want you to see where I live. I want to show you my life, Emmie.”
I grin and nod. “Lead the way.”
The golf course behind the neighborhood all belongs to the orcs, and Tigor shows me around like he’s a realtor giving a tour to a potential buyer. It’s so strange to hear him proudly make a fuss over their water tower, and the fire pits where they cook their food, but this is all they’ve ever known. I wouldn’t have it any other way but I remember days when these things were nothing special, when we would walk past a water tower without batting an eyelid.
He takes me to see his hut, then leads me to the woods that border their property, promising me that there’s something I’ll love.
“Where are we actually going?” I ask as he pulls me through the pines, the sun still lingering but hanging low in the sky. “At sometime, I’m going to have to go—oh, my…”
I stop and stare as he turns and grins, his wide orc mouth being stretched as he watches my eyes dart all around. This place is amazing. An actual lake in the middle of nowhere, presumably once a water hazard for the golf course but now more of an oasis in the middle of the overgrown woods.
There is a small hut, animal hides on the ground in front along with pillows and what looks like a little picnic basket.
“Wow,” I murmur, and his hand goes to my face. “You did this?”
He nods.
“Finally, my mate, we are alone,” he says. “All alone.”
Chapter
Five
Tigor
Emmie leans back against my chest after she took a quick swim and I watched in awe of her beauty.
I feed her another grape from the basket of food. The sky is that kind of blue that reminds me of the before years back in North Haara. The sky there was so perfect, it was hard to look at, just like now. I close my eyes and concentrate on my heart thumping against where Emmie’s head rests on my chest.
Each time I feel my heartbeat, I feel it again down lower where my poor cock is confined under my kilt against Emmie’s plump, perfect ass. It pulses against her, the mating scent from between her legs more potent than any potion conjured in the universe.