“You’ll never have to go hungry again, Khala,” I vowed. “I’ll take care of you.”
While stroking her back, my hand strayed too far down, gliding over the slight curve of her backside. She didn’t react to the touch, breathing evenly and probably already falling asleep again. But I promptly moved my hand up to her back again.
The awareness of her little tits pressed against my chest sent a bolt of arousal to my cock. I couldn’t help it any more than I could stop my heart from beating or my blood from pumping through my veins. But I sure as fuck wasn’t going to act on it.
When she came on my fingers in the tub, whimpering so sweetly, I’d nearly lost it. But she hadn’t come to me looking for a good time between the sheets. Her lust felt more like an act of desperation, a feral need to be close to someone after a lifetime of loneliness. And I took care of it, just like I’d taken care of her hunger for food. I’d drained the sorrow from her soul with anorgasm, just like I’d washed the dirt and grime from her skin with a bar of soap.
Now that peace had finally settled over her, fucking her was the last thing I could do, no matter what ideas my cock might have.
And my cock seemed to like her a lot. Even the rash on her skin and the dirt in her hair wouldn’t calm the keen interest that my eager member had taken in this woman. The sight of her perky tits and her naked bottom had stirred my blood, heating it with lust. I had to hold back with all I had from impaling her on my cock right there in the tub. But she was so frail and looked so delicate, I feared I’d split her in half if I tried to shove anything thicker than my finger inside her.
The orc women, whom I normally fucked, easily matched me in size and vigor. With them, I never had to worry when grabbing their hips, squeezing their tits, or thrusting inside them with abandon. I enjoyed the rough, powerful fucking that left us struggling for breath and covered in sweat, with muscles aching from bliss and exhaustion.
Khala wasn’t an orc, though. She wasn’t even a human. Her folks were barely above monkeys in intelligence and awareness. In more ways than one, it simply didn’t feel right to fuck her. It’d be like taking advantage of a scared, desperate being, not a consensual act between two equals.
“Sleep sweetheart,” I whispered, drawing the covers over her skinny shoulders. “And you, down, boy,” I ordered to my hardening cock, forcing it to whither and droop in disappointment.
There was peace to be had without sex, I told myself, breathing in the scent of Khala’s hair as sleep finally claimed me too.
CHAPTER 7
KHALA
Cold, muddy water closed over me, sharp claws tore into my flesh, a monster with nine heads rose from the bottom of a swamp, ready to devour me. The nine heads then turned into the face of the man who had been pursuing me for fourteen years now, since my sixteenth birthday.
Mud rolled off his raven-black locks, leaving not a single smudge on his sun-kissed skin.
“You’re finally mine, Khala,” he said with a cold glint in his beautiful gray-blue eyes.
Horror rolled through me in a paralyzing swell…
I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, leaving me helpless and utterly alone.
“There, there…” a deep voice rumbled softly.
A warm, large hand patted my back, then drew a cozy, fluffy cover over my shoulders.
“It’s just a dream, my poor little thing. A bad dream. Nothing more,” the voice said.
And before I even opened my eyes, the fear eased. This wasn’t a swamp or a palace, but the bog orc’s cabin—the safest place of all.
“Grat…” I mumbled, snuggling closer.
He tucked me into his chest.
“It’s just you and me here, sweetheart. No one to be afraid of. No one will hurt you. I won’t let them.”
“No one to be afraid of.”
The words reached my very soul, soothing it like balm on a wound. And I slept. For the first time in months, I actually had a good, restful sleep.
The next morning, my rash had paled and the itching was gone. After breakfast, Grat took me to check the traps again. Almost every one of them had something in it, which pleased him. He hummed a merry tune on our way home, with a big bundle of rabbits over his shoulder and a fat goose under his arm.
Back at the cabin, he dumped the rabbits on the chopping block and tossed the goose down by the fire pit.
“Well, we’ll have a busy afternoon, Khala. I’ll need your help to clean them, so we can be done by dinner time. You’ll pluck the bird while I skin the rabbits. Alright?”
I stared at the wild goose at my feet, unsure where to even begin to do what he told me.
