"Go wash yourself, you disgusting maggot. Tonight, you're to breed with one of the fair, fragile creatures, so the least you can do is wash that caked layer of mud off your face!" I smacked the younger one against his head. "Cause you stink, boy."

"Fucking hell, Orvar!" Vildon said, rubbing the back of his head. "That hurt. You really don't know your own strength sometimes!"

I massaged my ears. "And you don't know the damage your screeching voice brings to my ears sometimes."

"Fuck you," he replied, standing up from my couch.

"Hey, don't talk to your commander like that," I answered before I planted my foot against his butt. It was going to be his first breeding moon tonight, so the boy should put some more effort into this meeting. "And give your dick a good scrub too!"

"Orvar!" he said, annoyed, hands now rubbing his ass.

I laughed. "What? They like your dick to be clean. If you don't believe me, ask Betsy!"

One thing I'd learned from my annual meetings with these pale weaklings was that they were very keen on hygiene. Keeping clean, however, was a skill some of my brothers hadn't mastered that well, especially not the younger ones.

"What does it matter what they want, anyway?" Vildon asked. "They already think we're disgusting and hideous, whether my dick is washed or not."

I couldn't deny that what he just said was true. Over the past centuries, we'd done nothing but stick to the rules, making these humans feel at ease during that one night a year, but the disgust and shame were always readable in their eyes, even though their cunts wept at our touch and begged for our cocks. Something they would never admit.

There were a few exceptions, I had to admit that. Some of them were okay, I suppose. Like Ston's shrew. Though you could hardly call her a woman. She was more foul-mouthed as he was, and bad-tempered too.

If you ask me, these humans should be worshiping us instead of shaming us.If they would only take a second to appreciate us. Appreciate the way we live: retreated in the mountains, never feeling any kind of warmth around us, only to slog in the mines day after day. Don't get me wrong, I'm used to this way of living and cannot stand the light of the sun or the warmth of spring. But before this agreement with humans — many, many years ago — orcs lived in towns too. Lived as kings, even. We were powerful and dominant. And now? Now we were seen as grotesque, dumb, and filthy.

The worst part of it all was that we were dependent on these fragile humans. We needed them. But what other choice did we have? We wanted sons. We needed sons, or we would be erased off the earth, a fate that our orc women had undergone as well.

"It matters because..." I answered, standing and grabbing Vildon's collar, pulling him closer. "These creatures need to produce our offspring and they need to feel at ease to do so. You know the stories about what happened in the past, hm? If their feeble bodies are too stressed while breeding, our sons die. They're fragile, not strong like our orc women were. Sadly, this is what we have to deal with, so fucking wash your fucking prick if I fucking tell you to. Do I make myself clear, you little shit?" I growled, releasing him.

"Okay, okay. Jeez. I'll do it right now," Vildon muttered, as he walked to the door.

"That's the spirit!" I replied.

He mumbled some other words, but I couldn't hear what he said and didn't care.

"Oi...Go easy on the little maggot, Orvar," came a deep voice as Jarla entered my cave the moment Vildon left.

I sighed. "I'm just a little on edge."

"I feel you, brother," Jarla answered, throwing a dead goat onto my floor. "Walking around with a full sac for two weeks straight messes with your head."

"Fuck, yes," I answered, scratching my aching crotch.

I knew these two weeks of celibacy were for a good cause. We needed a good load of strong seed to fill those women to the brim. But it sure was hard...just like my cock was every morning, neglected and desperate.

Jarla threw the second goat he carried on top of the first. "Have five more of those beauties," he announced, pointing towards the two ibex corpses.

"And why exactly are you throwing these dead animals onto my floor?" I asked.

"I wanted to show our commander my catch of the day. Is that so weird? I thought we could use them for tonight's banquet. Make these lassies happy with a good meaty meal before they need to go to work and zealously take our cocks."

"That's good thinking," I said, patting his shoulder. "But you should bring them to Ston before it's too late. You know these women don't eat raw meat as we do so he needs time to prepare them."

"Oh, fuck, I forgot," Jarla replied, scratching the top of his head. "I'll bring them to him right away."

I grabbed the torch that hung on my wall. "I'll walk with you."

~

"Fuck, Orvar," the cook said as he stirred in one of his big black metal pots. "Now, you want me to prepare a whole different meal for these bitches? Couldn't you've notified me a little sooner?"

"Oh, come on, Ston," I replied, folding my arm around his shoulder. I had to lean in to do so because the man was a head shorter than I was. And even two heads shorter than Jarla the giant. "I know you can do this. You're the best cook I have!"

"I'm the only cook you have, you dumbass," Ston growled, pushing me away. "But fine, I'll have someone skin them and chop them up. They can be cooked in the outside cauldron. Have someone make a fire for me, will you?"

"Jarla," I said, snapping my fingers.

"I'm on it, commander." Jarla nodded before he headed outside.

"It smells good," I said, inhaling above the stove. If those delicate fragile humans weren't content with a meal like this, then I didn't know what else they fucking desired.

It wasn't often that Ston cooked us a special meal. We were mostly served with raw meat he'd chopped up and some fruit. Sometimes fish that we'd caught in the underground river.

"It's soup," Ston replied, circling his spoon in the gooey brown mush. "Betsy helped me prepare it. It's mushrooms, moss, and marmots."

I opened my mouth to reply but was interrupted.

"Commander, the first ones are arriving!" Vildon cut me off as he came running towards me, enthusiastically waving his torch through the air.

His face was clean, making me pleased. "Look at you being all handsome. You even braided your hair."

"Did you not hear me, commander?" the boy asked.

"I heard. So the women have come early this year, hm?"

I headed outside and, indeed, in the distance, as I squinted my eyes in the harsh daylight, I saw a horde of women coming our way.

"Did you hear that, my brothers?" I shouted at the others, who also came to take a look at this year's breeding mates. "They have come so early because they can't wait to get stuffed with some good, heavy, seed-spurting cock!"

The men growled and groaned, the scent of their lust filling my nostrils. It was good they were in the mood. They would create good, strong sons when they were extra excited. I hoped they would also enjoy themselves tonight as they had suffered enough these past few months...

Sadly, we'd lost a large part of our last batch of sons after a harsh, late winter. Every loss caused me and my brothers grief, but the little bairns were just too weak to survive the cold temperature. Luckily it was warmer now, and the strong ones that had survived were three months old. I had high hopes they would grow into mighty orcs one day. My own son had passed away too, and there was a void he'd left behind. Being twenty-four and fatherless was pathetic as it was, but being a commander without a son was dangerous as well. Every year I was left fatherless was a year someone could challenge me for the title of commander. Not to mention how weak it made me look with the other clans.

"Get inside and prepare everything before they're here," I ordered, my eyes set on two women walking behind most of the others. They still had a long walk and climb before they would reach us.

"Yes, commander."

"And see how the elders and little ones are doing," I added. I would go check up on them later too, but right now I felt a desire to stay out for a few minutes more. There was something about that one woman...

As my men retreated into the cave again, my attention was still on the two weaklings. One of them pulled at a ribbon, causing the other girl's hair to drop as a sudden waterfall, cascading over her back, the ends falling at the level of her hips. The wavy strands were not only long and thick but also shiny as gold.

My mouth watered when I pictured this human sitting on top of me, taking in my cock, while locks of her hair fell down her pale body and on top of me, cocooning the both of us.

What a creature she was...

And she had round, wide hips as well. A woman like that would surely be able to carry my son. Maybe even two of them.

I promised myself that she would be mine tonight.

Smirking, I stepped back, wanting to go back inside and help the others with preparations, until something unexpected caught my eyes. Something that was happening between the two humans.

"What in the fiery hell?" I hissed, eyes growing wide. What the fuck was that one bitch doing?