I wait for him to shove me off his lap. Throw me on the pile of furs at the foot of his bed, which is apparently where I will sleep. But he doesn’t. The hand holding me in place slides down my back, squeezes my blistered ass, and I let out a mewl of discomfort. I jerk against his length again, unable to stop myself.
He finally lets out a long sigh, like he’s just made a decision that he’s displeased with.
“If I send you to bed like this, you’ll be whimpering and moaning in your sleep. You’ll keep me up all fucking night, and that’s the last thing I want from a pet,” he growls, pushing a thick finger between my legs, which makes me jerk away from his touch because of how strong the sensation is. “Hold still. Stop your damn squirming.”
King Lix’tuk rubs his finger along my folds, parting them enough to tease my clit and stroke my entrance. I do my best to hold still, my core clenching and unclenching with every touch. His finger is a lot rougher than mine. A lot more aggressive. And A LOT bigger. But it feels good. I can’t deny that. When his finger finally comes to a rest on my clit and makes slow, grinding circles, I can’t stop myself from moving, feeling his hardness tremble against me each time I do.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to stay still, but… but it feels so good,” I gasp, his finger sending waves of pleasure through me.
“You humans are so damn easy to please, aren’t you?” he growls, sounding annoyed. “No wonder you breed like fucking rabbits.”
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, not caring how needy I sound. He finally made me beg.
“You don’t have to worry about that, little human girl,” he rumbles, finger still grinding my clit. “Orcs finish what they start.”
I brace myself on his thighs, hips still jerking, a pressure building inside me. I’ve felt that pressure before, but never this intense. It tightens until all I can manage are gasps between the rushes of euphoria. Every rotation of King Lix’tuk’s finger brings me closer and closer until I feel myself teetering over the edge.
“Ohhh. Myyy. Gaawwwddd!” I groan, my body shuddering as I climax. It takes me a minute to be able to speak again. “That was unbelievable.”
King Lix’tuk keeps rubbing, his finger pressing into my clit like he’s trying to wring every bit of pleasure out of me. I mewl, groan, and whimper through my orgasm, smaller aftershocks radiating through my core before the pleasure finally fades into an afterglow that makes my eyelids heavy.
“There. Now we can both get some sleep,” he says, abruptly pushing me off his lap.
“Yaahh!” I yelp, catching myself with my hands as I land on the pile of heavy furs at the foot of his bed.
“If you wake up and I’m still in bed, go back to sleep,” he rumbles, rising to his feet, his loincloth tented by the erection I was squirming against. “If you wake me up before I’m ready, I’ll put you back over my knee.”
He flips a switch that plunges the room into darkness as the artificial torches go out. It’s so dark, I can’t see anything at all. I can hear him moving. His feet on the stone floor. A thud when he hits the mattress. Clearly, he’s done with me for the night.
I relax my arms and sink into the mountain of fur. It’s more comfortable than the straw mattress I slept on in Troona. Not quite as awesome as the bed in my suite, but I never had a chance to get used to that luxury. And now I have a collar to remind me of my place.
I feel around in the darkness until I find a piece of fur big enough for me to cover myself with. It’s warm and incredibly soft. My accommodations could be a lot worse. At least I’m at the foot of his bed, not locked in the dungeon. My ass is throbbing from the spanking, but at least I’m not bleeding. I don’t have wounds that will leave scars.
I’m still tingling from my orgasm. Still thinking about what I was squirming against while he spanked me.
But it doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep.
CHAPTER 11
Lix’tuk
I wake up praying to the Twelve Gods that yesterday was nothing but a bad dream.
Then I sit up in bed and see Clover sleeping on a pile of furs. That confirms it wasn’t. No. She’s still here. My fucking gift. My human pet.
“Damn you, Frax’mo,” I growl angrily. “I thought you were better than this.”
When orcs started buying humans, we didn’t know what to do with them once their weak wombs had given us every baby they could. Some orcs kept them in cages. Some left them at the foot of their beds. Some kept them collared, leashed, and even made them wear tails and do tricks for entertainment, turning them into true pets.
I’ve never had to worry about that. My wife was already gone when The Great War ended. I had no interest in filling the space beside me with a fucking human and I certainly didn’t wantchildren from them. I didn’t even want to be in the same room with one.
Now, I don’t have a fucking choice.
I move to the edge of my bed, looking down at the girl who is still sleeping peacefully. She should be in too much pain to sleep. Covered in marks that won’t stop bleeding for days. Not looking fuckingadorablein the morning light, the fur hanging off her hip just enough for me to see her ass is still pink from the spanking I gave her.
“Good thing Uzrirgard barely needs a king now,” I mutter, shaking my head angrily. “I’m not the orc I used to be.”
I walk to the bathroom, shower, and return to my room. She’s still sleeping. Clearly, humans are heavier sleepers than orcs because she doesn’t even stir when I get dressed. That annoys me a little. She’d be worthless in a war. An enemy soldier would be standing over her with a sword against her throat before she even knew they had breached the perimeter.
