He paused, letting the words settle, then pulled Audrey more tightly against him.
“Let’s eat and drink. Tonight, I will claim her.”
He punctuated the statement by rubbing her ass against his hard cock.
Audrey couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped her lips.
Several orcs grinned, and a few laughed outright.
“You said you wouldn’t,” she whispered urgently, her face burning.
“I won’t,” he replied, already reaching for the platters of food.
He started piling meat onto his plate while she sat rigidly on his lap, hyper-aware of every point where their bodies touched. She could feel the length of his cock pressing against her backside. The heat of it seemed to radiate through the layers of fabric between them.
“Then why are you hard?” she asked, keeping her voice barely above a whisper.
He growled low in his throat, a sound of pure annoyance.
“It’s a normal reaction to friction. Don’t worry, this cock is not for you.”
Before she could respond, he tore a chunk of meat from the bone with his bare hands and brought it to her lips. Audrey blinked in surprise, her mouth falling open slightly. He took that as invitation to push the meat past her lips. She had no choice but to chew, her face flushing hot.
The orcs whispered to each other in their language. The rough, guttural sounds had no meaning to her, but she knew they were talking about her. The male orcs, in particular, stared at her as if they had never seen a human woman in their lives. A few of them nodded in approval, and she caught fragments of conversation in English mixed with the orcish words she didn’t understand.
Morgath pressed a cup to her lips, tilting it carefully so she could drink without spilling. The wine was rough and strong, burning her throat as it went down.
He ate with his mask on, she noticed, bringing food to the wide jaw opening with grace. He was careful about it, almost elegant, not a single crumb falling, or a drop of grease escaping.She found herself fascinated, watching the way he managed to eat through the skull without removing it.
She wondered why he wouldn’t just take the mask off. Whether it had something to do with her presence, or if this was simply how he asserted his dominance, by keeping himself separate from his warriors even in this most basic of acts.
Audrey didn’t move an inch as he continued to feed her, letting him bring meat, bread, and berries to her lips while the horde watched and whispered. Her entire body felt hot and flushed. She was acutely aware of the way his cock continued to throb against her with every small shift of her weight. The friction was constant, unavoidable, and to her absolute horror, she could feel herself getting wet, her body responding to the pressure and heat of him.
She tried to tell herself it was just a physical reaction, nothing more. She was only human, after all, and Morgath was objectively a fine specimen, even if she hated him with every fiber of her being. Her body couldn’t help but be tempted by the raw strength of him, the sheer size and power that radiated from him. It didn’t mean anything. It was just biology, her traitorous flesh responding to stimuli it was designed to respond to.
She forced herself to use the time productively, throwing quick glances around the table whenever she thought she could get away with it. She studied faces, looking for anything familiar, any feature that might trigger a memory from that terrible night fifteen years ago. But the orcs were careful not to meet her eyes for too long, and their features blurred together in the dim light of the candles and torches. She would need more time, more opportunities to observe them when they weren’t all studying her in return.
The feast seemed to last forever. Morgath fed her bite after bite, his movements unhurried, and she swallowed and drank whenever he prompted her to. The conversations around themgrew louder as the orcs consumed more wine and beer, their voices rising. Some of them called out to Morgath in orcish, and he responded in the same language. Whatever he said made several of them laugh, and Audrey felt her face burn hotter, certain they were talking about her.
When the platters finally began to empty and the noise in the hall reached its peak, Morgath set down the last of the food and stood abruptly, hauling Audrey right over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. She let out a startled gasp, her hands flying to his back to steady herself. The entire hall erupted in cheers and shouts. The orcs banged their fists on the table as Morgath carried her toward the door.
The night air hit her sharply after the warmth of the feast hall. Morgath carried her down the street toward one of the houses. She could hear the celebration continuing behind them, the orcs still cheering and calling out, but the sounds faded as they moved farther away.
He pushed through the door of a house that was bigger than the others and set her on her feet in the middle of the living room. Audrey stumbled as she found her balance, her head spinning from the wine and sudden change in position. Morgath pointed to a door on the far side of the room.
“That’s your bedroom,” he said.
Then he turned on his heel and walked right back out the door.
Audrey stood there, trying to process what had just happened. Her legs felt shaky, and she could still feel the phantom pressure of his cock against her backside.
She was exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the last few hours. She could hardly believe she’d survived her first encounter with the horde.
But she was here. The plan was working so far. She had made it inside Morgath’s home, gained access to his horde, and now all she had to do was find the orc she was looking for.
She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and wondered which room she should check first.
Chapter Seven
