“Fuuuck!” I groaned.
My elbow buckled, and I dropped my head on my forearm on the table. My release brought little relief. My cock remained nearly as hard as before, and my heart ached with longing for the woman who wasn’t here.
I’d never pined after a girl before. There was simply no reason to, even as most of the women I’d been with were from other keeps. We’d meet for a night or two while the folks from other keeps visited ours. We’d have some ale, eat some grilled food, dance until we’d run out of breath, then fuck until dawn. Afterwards, they’d go back to their keep, and I’d go on with my life until someone else came along next time. That was the simple kind of pleasure with no yearning or heartache.
The most ironic thing was that I hadn’t even fucked Khala. There had been no pleasure of that kind with her. Yet I ached for her so much, I couldn’t think of anything or anyone else.
I didn’t even bother with dinner. It was late, but I could’ve possibly found something to eat out by the communal fire pit in the center of the keep.
Instead, I undressed and went to bed. I had to make myself come twice more, each time while daydreaming about Khala’s tiny, barely-there tits and her sweet smile, before my cock finally went down and my mind calmed enough for me to fall asleep.
I dreamed about Khala all night, and woke up with my cock harder than ever. The tent it made out of my blanket was big enough for my wild thing to sleep in if she were here. Oh, I would’ve given anything for her to be here, in my bed with me.
Longing gripped my heart even stronger in the morning. It expanded to take over my heart, my soul, and my whole fucking house.
Unable to stay indoors for another minute, I hastily dressed and got out. I got breakfast with the orcs who were leaving the keep that morning, some to hunt small game around the keep, others to work in the gardens and fields we planted on dry patches of land in the area. Yet others were heading out to the only human settlement in the Wetlands. In the two years since the humans had settled on the edge of our forest, a strong relationship had formed between our two communities.
Some of the orcs heading out to the human settlement today were going to see their sweethearts, as dating between our two species had become a common thing. Orc women found human men “cute,” and male orcs always thought human women simply delectable.
Like Khala…
Shit. Thoughts of her wouldn’t leave me. She wasn’t even a human, she was a wild thing, but every human woman I looked at reminded me of her.
After the orcs left the communal area by the giant fire pit in the center of the keep, the place got depressingly empty. I couldn’t think of anything better to do than head down to the tavern.
The tavern was empty too, of course. It was way too early for drinking. The folks usually liked to put in a day of hard work first before coming here for ale. But Olga, the sister of the tavern’s owner Burul, was already standing behind the counter.
“Hey handsome,” she greeted me, wiping a clay stein with a clean dish towel.
Ever since Burul had opened a tavern in the human settlement, he spent a lot of time there looking after it. His sister was often left in charge of the tavern in our keep in his absence.
“Where have you been, my love?” Olga teased. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”
Olga was the biggest flirt in the keep. And normally, I would gladly join her. We never actually fucked, but flirting was a fun game we both enjoyed.
Now, my heart just wasn’t into it.
“Missed me?” I barked, taking a seat at the counter.
“Aw, I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night, sweetie,” Olga cooed, pressing the stein to her heaving bosom in pretend longing.
A very real kind of longing had been gripping my heart ever since I left my hunting cabin and the woman in it.
Fuck, I missed my wild thing so much, it hurt.
“Can I have a pint of ale?” I ordered gruffly.
Olga raised her eyebrow. “Isn’t it a bit too early for ale?”
“If you won’t give me ale, woman, I’ll order something stronger.”
The flirty smile slipped from Olga’s round face. She pressed her lips together between her tusks while giving me a long, penetrating look.
“Ale it is then, smart ass,” she conceded.
A minute later, Olga set a stein of ale in front of me.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
