GYDA

I didn’t understand what had come over me. Why the hell did I kiss Orvar on my own initiative? Damn these impulsive ideas of mine. Mother had specifically instructed me to wait for his lead, and now I'd done this.

The orc looked at me with a bewildered frown carved above his eyes.

Oh, Mother Moon! What must he think right now? Had I just violated him? Was he angry with me? 

“Oh- Oh, Gods!” I cried out, shame coloring my cheeks. I held my hands in front of my mouth and with a muffled voice I asked, “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!”

One thing had always been part of my many Asclan Peaks fantasies, and that was a kiss. It was the only thing I was sure of, ever since my eyes had fallen on that drawing for the first time. Actually, it was a series of illustrations, all about affection, made in the past when there were still as many men as there were women.

In the first drawing, the woman smiled at her man and he at her, and they looked so happy. In the second, he sat on his knees and kissed her hand. And in the third drawing, they kissed! I remember I felt so many emotions when looking at those two. I was just a young girl, but I’d looked at those pieces of paper countless times, especially the one with the kiss. I just knew it was a different kind of kiss than the ones my mother and sisters shared with me.

For some reason, I thought I would find that affection here—in the mountains. But after seeing Orvar’s reaction, I understood that kissing might not be part of it at all!

Come to think of it, Fiona hadn’t told me anything about it either. Of course, she hadn’t. Because I was here to receive the gift of a child! I was not here for affection!

“No,” Orvar replied resolutely, snapping me back to reality again. “Do it again. But only if you like to.”

Huh? He hadn't minded the kiss?

But how about me? Did I want to kiss him again?

I looked at Orvar’s thin, grayish lips and at the two glossy teeth that curled around his bottom lip. He unquestionably looked different from the few men I’d ever seen in my life, who had all been pleasing to the eye. They were handsome, with a prominent jawline, a well-shaped nose, full eyebrows, a square chin, and deep eyes. Orvar had all of those things, but he still wasn’t handsome like they were. It was hard to figure out what made an orc man ugly and a human man handsome, when both had the same traits. 

In my mind, the kissing couple on the paper had often been replaced by me and one of those handsome men, like Zachary Whitehair. Even though his name was Whitehair, the man’s hair was golden and silky smooth, and his eyes were bluer than the sea. He looked like a god.

I would never get the chance to kiss someone like Zachary Whitehair. But instead of kissing him, I could kiss Orvar. Orvar the orc. Who, honestly, had been nothing but kind to me. And respectful. And…if I was honest, I didn’t really hate kissing him.

To my surprise—and relief—he smelled good, too. I couldn’t compare his scent with anything else. I just knew I found it a pleasant scent. I’d never smelled anything like him before. 

 “Uh”—I swallowed—"I didn’t m-mind kissing you…”

"You didn't?"

I shook my head. 

Orvar released a low, guttural growl and suddenly grabbed the back of my head. I felt his long fingers curl all around my neck, holding me tight. This time, it was him kissing me.

My lips fell between his pair of tusks, like two pieces of a puzzle, while his warm mouth pressed against my colder one. His lips were surprisingly soft, which I couldn’t say about the rest of his face. Especially not about his chin, the black coarse hair on it pricking against my skin.

My heart was pounding wildly and heat rose from my stomach to my chest. His hand moved over my head, fingers running through my hair. And then there came this tongue, large and rough, suddenly washing into my mouth, leaving me more breathless than before. 

It was over soon when Orvar abruptly stopped and pulled his claiming mouth away from me. 

He was panting, just as much as I was. "Woman, what did you make me do?" he asked in between breaths with a voice that seemed raspier than it was before. "I cannot do this. I need to control myself before I do things I will come to regret." 

My mind was too busy processing everything to answer him. 

He stood up and placed an open hand on his crotch, then rubbed against the leather a few times. He was swollen underneath, the brown leather bulging. 

"O-okay,” I finally replied, eyes set on that place between his legs.

That swell wasn’t there before and I somehow knew it was there because of me. Because I felt it too. Inside of me. This strange swollen feeling inside my belly. 

Orvar sank to his knees again and inhaled a few deep breaths before his hands landed on my thighs, only the thin cotton layer of my undergarment between his warm fingertips and my legs. He then slid his hands under my dress, and up and up, nails grazing over the skin of my hips and waist. And then my breasts. 

I gasped at the feeling of his hands cupping me and pinching and massaging.

“So soft,” he said huskily before pulling the gown over my head.

He left me all naked and so very exposed in front of his glittering dark eyes. 

I was at a loss for words. I didn’t know what to do either. I’d never shown myself to someone that wasn’t my mother or sisters. And certainly, nobody had ever touched me like this. 

Orvar grabbed a hot metal bucket that stood next to the bed and took the lid off, causing steam to release and curl in the air. 

My chest heaved for breath when the orc came closer and pressed a hot soaked wet sponge against my back and stroked and rubbed it to my shoulders. He washed my face next, then my arms, and my tummy. He dropped the sponge into the water, warming it again, and then proceeded to wash my breasts, his eyes fixed on whatever inch of my skin he was scrubbing.

"You have no clue what will happen tonight, do you?" he asked with a hoarse voice as he pressed me to my back, making me lie down on the bed. 

"My sister gave me some"—I gasped when his hands found the inside of my thighs and he pushed them apart—"s-some i-info!" I squealed.

Oh my God! I squeezed my eyes shut when Orvar touched me, right there, rubbing the wet hot sponge against that part that was now open wide and exhibited before his eyes while he still sat kneeled on the ground, his face not far away.

Fiona had told me breeding involved my lower parts, but I’d never expected this. To lay here so shameful, so spread open, while an orc looked at my secrets—oh heavens! 

For a moment, it was only our ragged breaths that filled the silent room until Orvar spoke again. “I’m done.”

He pried the sponge off me, and it was only then that I dared to open my eyes again. I pressed my trembling thighs together and watched him in the flickering torchlight.

He stood up and threw the sponge back into the bucket again. “I just washed up before you arrived,” he said. “But if you want, you may wash me too. I know how much women value hygiene.” He looked at me with a slight smirk.

I gulped for air and sat up straight. “No need. I believe you.” I could hardly wash him with hands that trembled like this. And he smelled good, anyway.

“What did she tell you?” he asked. “Your sister, I mean. About tonight.” 

“She said you would…enter me…down there. With your m-manhood.”

“My manhood?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Is that not right?” I asked.

He smiled, showing two rows of sharp teeth, and then yanked off his belt, only to throw it to the ground. “I prefer other words for it." The first button of his pants unpopped. "Such as dick." 

“Dick,” I repeated.

“Hm,” he murmured as the second button sprang open. "Or cock. But please…not manhood."

“Cock… Like the bird?”

Orvar barked out a laugh. “Well… I suppose it has a red angry head like the bird…”

"I can call it a cock," I replied, staring at his hands. And at the black hair that appeared. And at that large swell inside his pants, stretching the leather.

“But your sister was right about the rest. I will enter you. And I will fill your cunt with it…”

“Oh…” I breathed out. 

“And I will flood your womb with seed,” he softly said while opening the last button, causing something long and dark grey to spring free, smacking against his stomach. 

My heart stopped beating. That was surely no finger! It was huge, veiny, and thick, with a wet, shimmering reddish tip. 

“That- that will never fit in me!” I gulped, eyes wide as saucers.

“It will fit,” Orvar answered, wrapping his hand around himself.

“How, for heaven's sake?” 

He tugged at it, then stroked it up and down, and tugged again, squeezing out more wetness. White slick liquid drizzled down the length and dripped to the ground. “I’ll make it fit,” he promised. 

I tore my eyes off the appalling sight of that oozing flesh. “But h-how can that possibly fit inside of me?” 

He took a step forward and kneeled on the fur bed, pushing me back, so I ended up lying down once more. “I’ll make you so slick…” he whispered, hovering over me with that huge, solid, hard body. “I’ll slide right in…”

I swallowed. “And h-how will you make me…slick?”

Orvar chuckled. “You ask a lot of questions, woman.” 

He pressed one of his knees between my thighs and pushed them to the side, one by one, spreading my legs again.

“I’m sorry. I’m scared. A-and nervous,” I answered, thinking I was also possibly dying tonight. 

“Don’t be sorry. I think I actually like that you ask things.” He nestled himself between my legs and pressed something hard between my thighs.

Oh, heavens. It was that scorching thing of his, smearing its wetness against me. 

“Hah…” I breathed out. I felt so hot. And so…so strange.

“Don’t be afraid," he said. "When I’m done with you, I’ll make you ask for this cock inside, all your fears forgotten.”

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