After this shocking realization that this female wanted me, the Wild Orc with tall horns and hair so long I had it tied up on the top of my head, I was all-in. The mug of ale was ignored and all I wanted was to strip her bare and sink inside of her heat.
Soon she was so close her thigh brushed mine and her forearm touched mine. She looked into my eyes and purred, “Let's go to your room.”
Of course, I said yes. I'm not a fool.
She attacked me in the elevator, pushing me back against the wall and basically climbing me, moaning with desire. I lowered my face, and she captured my lips.
It was my first kiss.
We ended up in my room and I did strip her bare, trying my best to not tear her clothes. Her bare breasts, soft stomach and curved hips caused my shaft to harden and leak. I lost my virginity that night and did my best to fill her with my seed again and again.
I made sure she constantly screamed with pleasure. I was much larger than her, but I worked hard to make sure she was always wet and ready to take my shaft with ease. Finally, I passed out next to her, with my female in my arms, assured she was satisfied, bred and mated. The next morning, I would discuss and explain her move to the commune.
But I awoke the next morning alone in my room, with her long gone, and roared with rage.
I ran half-naked down to the lobby and demanded to know who she was, but no one would tell me, or they didn't know. Because I didn't know her name, nor did I know what room she was staying in. I didn’t even have her cell number.
Had that been her plan all along?
How could I have been so enthralled to have not acquired this basic knowledge? I bred a female whose name I didn’t know, nor did I pause to tell her my own name or what commune I lived on. My trust was that strong. My mind and body that certain that she was my Bride and that she felt the same about me.
I felt I'd been tricked and made a fool.
Had it been a human scam?
The reason why I had acquiesced so easily was because I could smell her arousal too. I knew she felt the same as I did. Why then would she leave?
But this has happened before to many, many a male. I am not the first nor will I be the last. What I'd most feared ended up happening. An orc’s fear is to end up a single father. This is common, as to almost be expected. The worst fear of all, is that a female would run away and not leave the son with the father. And that is what happened to me.
It can't be said she didn't leave me because I kidnapped her, dragged her by the hair or did any of the stereotypical things my ancestors have done. But I must have done something wrong because she didn't stay, and the worst part is she has taken my son with her. Maybe as a human she didn’t understand orcs don’t pleasure mate, we only mate with our Brides in order to fill them with our seed and see their stomach swollen with a son. It is instinctual. I thought she knew that I was breeding her, but maybe she didn’t know? I was so far gone I never explicitly told her I was giving her my son.
Kidnappings have always happened since ancient times. Males took human females into dark caves, far from revengeful mobs of humans with pitchforks and torches, and kept the female long enough to give birth and only then allowed the choice of leaving. I refuse to kidnap a female. My father banned kidnapping when he came into power. It was a difficult transition, and many orcs left our commune for other secret settlements that still practiced the ways of old. But Rogan held firm. If we were to continue living reasonably close to humans in peace, he knew we had to accept human law. Modernize or fail. I agree.
That first morning after she left, I was deeply upset and ashamed that I hadn’t been able to show her that staying with me was a good idea. When I returned home, I didn't want to say anything to my brothers but admitted to my father what had happened. Eventually I opened up and told everyone that I had found my Bride and filled her with my seed but lost her, because I couldn’t hide my anguish.
There was no way to find her. Legally, I was unable to go into human communities to search for her.
As the months progressed, I went through a nesting phase as any orc male would. My brain and body knew I had a growing son even though my female wasn't nearby. I tidied up my cabin and invested in upgrades and remodeled. I even crafted a wooden crib with my bare hands, in the way all fathers have done for millennia. I imagined often that she would arrive just in time, that she would come to her senses and find me and come to my hearth. Finally, when I knew that the time came, and my son would have been born and yet she hadn’t arrived, I concluded that she’d terminated the pregnancy and moved on with her life, considering the whole thing a mistake.
That was when I began to exclusively hunt. This took me into the wilderness by myself because I wasn't good to be around. Depression hit me hard. Tears often filled my eyes. I couldn’t stand to be in the cabin with an empty crib. I began to wonder how I was going to be able to carry on. I wanted my female in my bed as much as the son she was carrying. I want my family at my hearth.
Instead, I am alone.
I pause before I stride up the pathway that leads to the front steps of my small cabin because from this distance, I see a light on inside. What is going on?
There’s a soft whistle and Urdan, the head of security, waits in the shadows.
“What has happened?” I growl.
He steps forward. “Your Bride is right now sleeping in your bed.”
I place a claw on my chest and freeze. “And my son?”
He nods. “They are here too.”
“They?”
“Yes. You will see.”
I throw back my head and let out a thunderous roar of pride and domination.
My friend grabs my arm. “Whelan, calm down, I am here to caution you before you enter and do anything you will later regret. Your female drove up to the gate today with your offspring. Rogan, Kelt and I spoke to her and allowed her into your cabin so you can speak to her too and decide the next steps. I am here to warn you that if you attempt to cause her harm there is a group of us surrounding your cabin and we will rush inside, take you down, chain you up and toss you in the pit. This is not an idle threat. I will not allow you to harm that female.”
“Understood,” I pant. Then I snarl and push him aside and jog up the path and enter my cabin. I close the door behind me and look around. A single light is on in the front room. My chest fills with her scent. My Bride. I slump back against the door with the enormity of this discovery.
Two more scent trails enter my lungs. Two? I have two sons?
I stand back up and race down the short hall and enter the spare room I’ve created for my offspring. I built this addition with my own two hands. Everyone thought it was sad and in fact crazy of me to go through the bother, considering they must’ve all secretly thought it was for naught. That I was preparing for a female and a son that would never join my hearth. But I was compelled by instinct. I had no idea there’d be two of them. She must’ve brought a second crib with her because there’s the one I made and another that is store bought. I snort with disgust. Soon I will craft a second for my other son.
I lean against the wall of the nursery, watching my sons both sleep for a moment in the moonlight, inhaling their scent, enjoying the curve of their faces and their black starter horns. My sons. I use the back of my hand to wipe away the tears that stream down my face.
Then I stride down the hall to confront their mother.
Chapter 5
Drew
“Female? Wake up,” a harsh voice snarls.