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The more at ease Gyda felt, the more likely her body would give me what I desired most.

Offspring.

A son. No, even better: sons.

Call me greedy, but I hoped she might grant me not one but two of them, and I would do anything to satisfy that greed. After six years of trying and two dead sons, I was still a leader without a successor. That had to change before other clans turned my own men against me.

Making this woman feel as good as possible tonight would give me the biggest chance of successful reproduction, so I took my sweet time talking to her, calming her, and making sure she understood that there was no reason to fear me. I offered her gifts, too. A warm fur pelt to take home and keep her warm at night. Meat and cheese; fat food that would give her the energy needed to help my sons grow big and healthy.

Perhaps I should offer her a larger supply of food so that she would have some reserves to feed him that fat milk before he was given to me, his father. Betsy and the other women had called that first milk the golden liquid and said it was important for the little ones. Especially to start off strong.

Maybe that was where it had gone wrong these past years.

Whenever an orc was born, the humans were always in such a hurry to get him out of their precious town that the little bairn was often very weakened when he got here. It was no way to start a life.

“I don’t want any of that,” Gyda replied after I’d summed up everything I had to offer.

She didn’t want any of that? Not even the diamond? The other women had always greedily taken my gifts, accepting them without a second thought. But I had promised no diamond to any of them.

“Then what would you desire except for my seed?” I asked curiously.

Her eyes looked into mine as she answered, “I want to talk.”

“To talk?”

“Yes. Before I leave, I want to talk.”

I didn’t understand what this human meant. “We’re talking now,” I replied.

“But I want to know everything about anything. I want to know about the orcs and the mountains and your history.”

“You want to know about orcs? That’s an…unusual request…”

Women wanted nothing to do with orcs. They rather avoided us like the plague. We were good to stuff them full with cum—preferably knocking them up with one of those skinny, feeble human sons they always desired so much—but that was all they wanted from us.

After the twelfth moon, they wanted to forget all about us. Forget all that they’d done in our beds, all that they let us do to them. They felt ashamed because they’d liked it more than they should. Or maybe they simply felt disgusted and wanted to forget all about our repulsive appearances. Who knew their true reasons? I sure as hell didn’t, because none of them had ever wanted to talk to me before.

Had Betsy been right about this woman? “She seems…different from the others,” she’d said.

I wondered…

“But that is what I wish for as a gift," Gyda answered without hesitation.

A strange request indeed. And one that would take time. The night was only so long and I wasn’t looking forward to filling it with talking. I was more looking forward to filling something else. "Talking takes more time than giving you pelts or food, and tonight we have other business—"

"I don’t need it right now. The promise that you will give this later—after—is enough to make me content. And as you said, I should trust you. And I do.”

She trusted me. Maybe this Gyda woman truly wasn’t like those other humans. She’d already impressed me earlier this evening, but now I was sure I made the right choice about taking her as my mate for the night. Or maybe I’d been sure the moment I’d smelled her hair and got painfully hard at her scent.

“Sure, Gyda Lionrock. If that is what makes you happiest, then I will grant you that,” I answered as I stood up and grabbed her wrists, which felt so small in my large hands. So delicate. I raised her up to her feet, gently as I could. “But first…let me wash you.”

“W-wash me?” she asked, stuttering. Wide golden-brown eyes looked at me. “I… I suppose I feel a little sweaty after today…but- but I can wash myself.”

“I’m sure you can. But I want to do it,” I replied. “And I want to undress you…”

“Undress me?” Her eyes grew even more.

I walked backward, guiding her to my bed where I made her sit down on top of the dark brown fur.

“Comfortable?” I asked, kneeling before her. I’d lined my bed with straw under these furs tonight.

“Yes. More so than I thought it would be.” She stroked the soft bed.

“Good,” I answered, twirling a finger around one of the short strands of her hair. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“I- I do.”

“Gyda…” I said, leaning in, starting the ritual of attraction during this annual courtship. I smelled her hair once more, before wrapping my arms around her small body and pulling at the string on the back of her dress, loosening it.

Her breath sped up and the vein in her neck trembled at the same fast rhythm of her heartbeat.

“There’s only one night a year I have the chance to admire a woman’s body,” I continued, getting excited at the prospect.

The thought that this was her first breeding moon only made me more thrilled. I was going to be her first. She was my twelfth. Some of the women I’d been with had been virgins, some were not, but this was the first year I’d only taken one.

Which might have been a dumb decision, as I had staked everything on her instead of betting on two different women.

But she already excited me more than all the other women I’d been with before.

I wanted to plow deep inside of her and sow all of that two weeks' worth of seed straight into her heat. I was going to stuff her so full tonight, it would burst out of her and would drip between her legs until the very next day.

“And this year, your body is mine and mine alone,” I added.

“Oh-okay,” Gyda breathed out, right at the moment I’d opened her dress at the back.

Her cheeks were bright pink and it was almost adorable how clueless she was looking back at me. Almost, because it was pretty sad as well if I thought about it more clearly. Why couldn’t these sour old hags back in town educate their daughters about anything? Then they didn’t have to be so anxious and afraid.

My hands reached for her arms and pulled at the sleeves of her dress, plucking the thing off until she was only covered in thin, sleeveless, white linen. I made her stand up to slip the dress down her hips and slide it over her feet. She sat down again while I threw her piece of clothing over the bench.

My hands slid up and down her bare arms. Her pale skin was so light and pink compared to my dark gray skin and felt so soft under my fingertips, so innocent. My hands found her hips next, and I grabbed her undergarment, ready to take this thing off too and have her naked before me.

But before I could, she stopped me and came closer, then kissed me on the mouth.

Just like that.

It was a quick tap of her lips against mine, where her chin clumsily hit against my tusks.

“What- What was that for?” I asked.

I’d seen Betsy and Ston kiss a few times and always wondered about it—wondered what it was good for.

Because even though I’d had my mouth wrapped around their nipples, and my tongue buried in their seeping sheaths, I’d never felt a woman’s mouth against my own. Kissing was not needed to breed, so kissing was nothing to be considered.

“Oh- Oh, God!” Mortification was all over Gyda’s face. She held her hands in front of her mouth. “Is- Isn’t this how it works? I once saw an old drawing. It- it depicted a man and a woman doing…this. And even though they weren’t orc and woman, I thought it would work the same. I’m sorry!”

“No. Do it again,” I almost begged, watching her swallow. “But only if you like to,” I added.

The moment the words had left my eager mouth, I could slap myself. What a joke I’d just made. Why the fuck would she like to kiss me again? Why would she want to kiss something she considered a hideous beast?

And why did I even want her to kiss me?

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