“Then maybe I’m not completely hopeless,” she says.
“No,” I agree. “Not completely. You survived humans before you met me. That counts for something.”
We continue our conversation until I’m done with my meal. I finish what is left of my grog and stand up, glancing over at her.
“I’ll be waiting for you in my bedchamber,” I growl, walking out of the dining hall.
I’m not angry at Clover for lying. It was a defense mechanism. She knows orcs don’t respect weakness, so she’s scared toadmit when she needs help. But I’ve been around long enough to understand the difference between weakness and cowardice. Usually, they go hand in hand, but not with her. She’s not like other humans.
I strip down to my loincloth and take a seat on the foot of the bed. My dick hardens in anticipation.
I don’t necessarily enjoy punishing Clover. Not when she’s truly afraid. But punishment doesn’t have to be cruelty. When it makes her so wet and squirmy I have trouble making her stop before it’s too late. Before I lose control and spill my seed like an untried boy.
After my wife died, I convinced myself I could live the rest of my days without a woman by my side. Starve my needs. The suffering felt like my penance, for failing her the way I did. I let my heart turn to stone. Let my bed grow frigid. I didn’t even realize how cold it was until I felt Clover’s warmth.
But there are lines that can’t be crossed. Reasons that make it impossible. We can touch. I can even taste her. Going further than that is too dangerous.
The door opens and the most beautiful sight in Zrogmul walks into my bedchamber. Clover is wearing a blue gown that hugs her tighter than it should. I’m sure Lady Frax’mo made sure everything is form fitting. She wants my gift to be so enticing I can’t resist it. She’s come closer to accomplishing that than she’ll ever realize, but it isn’t because of Clover’s attire. I’m drawn to something deeper than her beauty.
“Strip,” I order, my dick twitching against my loincloth. “I want you naked like you always are when I have to punish you.”
“Yes, your Majesty,” she says, a nervous look in her eyes before she casts them to the floor. She seems to be getting more comfortable with my nudity. More comfortable with me. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing yet.
I watch closely, enjoying the sight as her gorgeous body is revealed. I’m not sure what it is about humans that makes them so pleasing to us. They don’t have the natural beauty of an orc woman. They’re too small. They don’t even look good with scars. But despite that, Clover could be the most appealing sight I’ve had in front of me in two hundred years.
A light growl forms in my throat when her panties hit the floor. She’s already aroused. Wet enough for me to catch her sweet, tangy scent. It mingles with what’s been on my breath and beard since I woke up and my cock swells even bigger beneath my loincloth.
Once she’s naked, Clover walks over to me, head bowed, hands by her side. She stands by my feet like she’s waiting for me to pull her across my lap.
“Bring me the leather belt hanging on the inside of the closet door,” I command, pointing to it.
“You’re not going to use your hand?” she asks, eyes widening with fear.
“Not for lying,” I growl.
“Yes, King Lix’tuk,” she whispers, a shudder sending goosebumps across her skin.
Clover walks to the closet and opens it. The belt is impossible to miss, especially for a human-sized girl. I don’t wear it often, but I’ve worn it enough to soften the leather without needing oil. It’sthe thinnest, lightest belt I own. Some of the ones in the back of the closet are wider than her hand. I’d have to be truly angry to make her bring me one of those.
Her steps are slower when she returns, holding the belt in both hands. Her fingers brush across the leather like she’s already imagining how it’s going to feel. She hesitates before offering it to me, then pulls it back defensively before finally handing it over.
“At least it’s not a whip,” she whimpers, looking down.
“No, I already told you I would not whip you unless you do something truly foolish. You’re going to get ten across your ass,” I tell her. “Then five between your legs.”
“Oh god, no,” she cries, squeezing her thighs together, twisting on her toes.
“I’m not going to injure you,” I reassure her, because her fear smells sharper than her arousal for a moment. “But you will remember it.”
I pull her across my lap, and she lands with a soft gasp, her body tense across my thighs. I can feel her heart racing, the rapid rise and fall of her chest against my leg. Her hands brace against the bed, fingers curling into the fur.
Despite her fear, I can’t resist pulling her close to my erection, letting her feel the heat. The belt is definitely going to make her squirm, and if I have to use it, then I might as well enjoy it. I won’t even have to worry about going to bed frustrated afterwards, because I gave her permission to touch me.
“You will count them,” I instruct, adjusting her position so her ass is higher and more exposed, but she’s still flush against mycock. “Loud enough for me to hear. If I can’t hear you over the crack of the belt, then I’ll keep swinging it until you’re loud enough for the ghosts to hear you.”
“Yes, King Lix’tuk,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
I fold the belt in half, testing the weight of it in my hand. The leather makes a soft snap when I bring the ends together. She flinches at the sound, a little cry escaping her throat.
