Chapter Twelve
Francesca
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Igroggily awaken toa knock on the door, and when Fenric answers it, I hear Jasmine's voice.
She sounds sad and anxious, asking if they're okay.Crap.I wrap a throw around my naked body.My skin still glows from the early morning bath they gave me—my second, mind you—but still way fewer than the number of times they bathed in their cum.
I smile softly as I recall how they gently cleansed between my legs first with a cloth, then with their tongues.I couldn't help but climax as they rubbed oil into my skin, kneading my tight muscles the same way they massaged my pussy walls until I came again and again.Okay, get a grip.Jasmine.Right.
I make my way to the living room area, and as soon as Jasmine sees me, her face radiates pure happiness.She wants to hug me and jump up and down at the same time.
"Francesca, you're still here," she exclaims."I thought you would have left already.But I don't understand—"
"Left?"Damien asks from behind me, with Caleb following closely.Their gazes are fixed on me, dark shadows falling over their faces.I didn't think Caleb even possessed such a look.
"Umm, oops," Jasmine says."I think that is my cue to...umm...leave."With the orcs turned away from her, they can't see her mimicking a silent scream with an excited expression on her face.
"You were supposed to leave?"Caleb asks.
"I thought I was going to...but then I changed my mind, okay?"I say haughtily.
"Why?"Fenric asks.
"Well...I have an investment here—your tusks," I clarify."And I wanted to make sure you were going to take care of them well, considering what I had to go through for you to have them."
"Why?"Damien asks again, their tone serious.
"Look, maybe I'm going through some sort of thing right now, and you three are green—and green is my least favorite color, which makes this even less logical—but I couldn't leave because I didn't want to.
"Now leave me alone; I have chores.I've never washed clothes in my life before, and since there aren't any washing machines around this godforsaken land, I'm going to have to learn how to do it manually."
"Do you know what would have happened if you had left, Francesca?"Caleb asks.
"You would have stepped through the portal to try and find me, and you'd have completely disintegrated because your tusks change your DNA.I heard that somewhere.So you would have died, and you're welcome.I'm saving your life yet again as we speak.Wait, what are you doing?"
Except I know exactly what they're doing.No matter how hard I try to fight them, my body has already answered.
They strip off the blanket, lay me down on the table, bind my wrists, and spread my legs wide apart.They bind my ankles to the legs of the table with thick, rope-like yarn.
"Eating."
Their reply is the last coherent word I hear, as everything that comes out of my mouth afterward are unintelligent moans while they feast on my body, branding me again and again as theirs.They tell me how they would die for me, how I am their soulmate.
Their love.
Their love.
The truth is I can't live without them.It's crazy but true.Jasmine was right.I was searching for a place to belong, and Damien, Fenric, and Caleb are my home.Wherever they are, I'll be there.My orc loves.
