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)
I’m not just a leader, desperate to prevent further loss to my people. There is hope in her touch and it brings life to parts of me I had long ago locked away. Years of enslavement, death and hopelessness left no room in my life for hope. For this. For her.
The human that is unlocking my heart. Orc as it may be.
So much weight I’ve carried for so long feels lighter somehow, yet more important.
“Your home is lovely.” She steps through the door of my structure, twirling and touching my things. A bear skull hung on the wall, the fur and hides stretched over the walls, the carved wooden table where I sit at night drinking mead and thinking of how to provide safety and security for my clan. Hating the aliens for stealing our lives and our freedom for so long, then hating humans more for making what should have been a triumphant return home into a war of prejudice and hate we can never win.
“Who are these people? Family?” She runs her delicate fingers over the crude paintings done by Kathra, my mother’s sister, who perished on the Moban planet.
“Yes. That is my mother and father. My sister, Athaan, Tigor and Oran when they were much younger. The last is my other brother, Gathred. He was lost or killed during the return. We have not seen him since the first camp the humans jailed us in after we arrived.”
“I have some paintings of my family. Ones I did over the years, but…” She drops her shoulders, eyes on the dirt floor. “I don’t feel happy when I look at them anymore.”
“Why not? If they have hurt you, I will hurt them one hundred times in return.”
She shakes her head. “That wouldn’t help. They just…” She forces a smile as my heart pinches in my chest. “They changed. We had a wonderful life. Free and full of wanderlust. Then, they got a taste of something else. What it felt like to have when others did not. They moved to Texas after, building walls around their home, worshiping at the altar of their bank accounts and superiority. All the love and acceptance they taught me as a child is gone. I don’t even know them anymore.”
She turns, her eyes soft as she bites her lip, stepping my way. Her corset is half unlaced, the white fabric of her blouse loose and lower on her fleshy tits, calling for my mark. I press my lips tight, lest I begin to drool down my chin thinking of tasting her flesh for the first time.
I’ve never wanted like this. It strains inside of me, pulling and pushing my organs around, and let’s not even mention what’s she’s doing to my cock.
She cups my jaw in her little hands, so soft I barely feel it, yet it sends a bolt of need through me. Her blue eyes stick to mine, telling me she understands without saying a word.
The room heats as a dizziness makes me feel unsteady. I must mate with her, breed my offspring into her little belly before I lose my mind.
“You are my most precious possession,” I start, her thumbs glancing over my tusks. “The most beautiful creature in the universe.”
The need to spread her legs and deliver my seed in an angry rush battles with the other need to caress and comfort her, protect her and teach her. Be her leader, the wall against which she throws all her problems so I can destroy them and make her smile.
I want her screams to echo in my ears as I stuff her full of me. I want her running to me and only when she’s joyful or sad. The contrast of hard and soft, destruction and protection, war inside me.
A hoarse rumble rips through my chest as I drag her forward, nuzzling my mouth at her soft neck, the thump thump thump of her pulse against my lips. Fear crashes through me from my head to my toes, knowing I would kill even my own brothers if they hurt her.
“I’m scared I will hurt you.” I allow her to hear my fear, pulling back to see the desire roaming over her face.
“It will be okay.”
“What if it is not?” I roar, throwing my head back. “You must tell me if I am hurting you, always.”
“I will.” Her breath laps at my lips, sweet and tempting as I grip her ass and run my thick fingers down her thighs, her pink nipples pressing through the fabric of her blouse. “I want you, Mol. Deep inside, here, I can feel it.”
She drops a hand, palm over her heart, the other flat on her belly, making me wince with a deep, unfamiliar feeling. “That is the mating drive inside you. We are destined. Across galaxies I’ve waited for you.”