Talk to you later, I type.Penny sends me a row of hearts.
I'm on my own with three orcs who want to make me fat with their cum.I'm not yet crazy enough for all this.
Chapter Four
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RLXEAADNE (aka Alexander)
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So this is the littlehuman female who will take our seed and give us our tusks—our mate.
She is not what we expected.Our first impression of her involved her renaming us.I am now Alexander.NTRSTIA is Tristian, and SRMUIAQ is Marquis.
NTRSTIA—I suppose I shall have to get accustomed to calling him Tristian now—was unhappy about the arrangement before, and now, after meeting her, he is even less pleased.
I can feel his annoyance through the bristles of his hair as if it's my own.
As the eldest of the three of us, Tristian bears a greater burden than Marquis and I do.He should have approved the choice of our mate, yet she was written into our history as an unchangeable event.We were given no choice in the matter.
From the first sight of her, both Marquis and I sensed Tristian's complete disapproval of the female.She is slight—too slight.Her delicate bones suggest her body may not be able to accommodate all three of us.
Even if she is stretched, how will she possibly take us all?A valid concern, I must agree, but we will have to find a way to ensure we can pump our seed into the deepest parts of her.We cannot change our destiny.The future of Kraukug depends on her.
Despite her size, with hair the color of raven, pink cheeks, and supple lips, she is an extraordinary creature.
Slight but extraordinary.We shall have to tread carefully with her lest we break her into three parts.
The writings on the monoliths of Kraukug assured us of the maiden's eagerness to lie beneath us, her longing for our arrival to claim her.Her nature is described as coquettish and supplicant, her body ours for the taking.The only true part of the monoliths is her beauty.She surpasses that without question but fails miserably in every other regard.
She called us demons, performed some arbitrary ritual, and when that failed, named us aliens.Tristian will not easily recover from the insult.His patience runs thin, and while it is Marquis's nature to be amused by the situation, the responsibility to claim her, return with her to Kraukug, and mate with our fated mate rests equally on our shoulders.
I glance at the men who are like me.We share a kinship that surpasses the bond of blood.Instead, we have shed life-giving source together on the battlefield and emerged victorious.Until a warlock cast a spell on Kraukug, flattening it to scree, leaving us barren, our hordes killed, and our bloodlords encased in eggshells, our tusks destroyed, weak like helpless chicks.
But the warlock did not know what was fated in our monoliths.He is fortunate to have died by his own hand; otherwise, we would kill him a thousand times over.Now is the time to regrow Kraukug to its former glory.And this is the female tasked with that burden.
