I woke up in Orvar’s bedroom, shivering from the cold as there was no warm orc laying beside me anymore. I yawned and stretched my limbs, my body only feeling slight discomfort as I did.

“Good, you’re awake,” came his deep voice. The same deep voice that had said all those things to me last night, spoken with the mouth that had done all those things to me.

But if I am completely honest with you, Gyda… I have to say that it takes all of my willpower not to ram my cock inside that warm, moist slit of yours…

And—oh—how he’d done so. He had rammed it in, and I had liked it, too. I felt my body shivering once more. But this time, I trembled not because of the cold, but because I was thinking about the otherworldly pleasure Orvar had given me.

“Y-yes, I am. And I think I need to wash,” I replied, sitting up straight.

I took a deep breath before opening my eyes to look at him, afraid he might look different now. What if he was suddenly uglier? Or what if he was lovelier? I didn’t know why I was anxious to face him. I just knew I was.

I found him sitting on the wooden bench, half-naked, wearing only his pants. As I watched him, I realized I found him still ugly but also lovelier today. Yes, he was still a lot less appealing than a human male was, but there was also something strangely attractive about him.

I felt my heartbeat speeding up when looking at those huge hands. And that one finger. And that mouth... And knowing that there was this other body part of him, now hidden under brown leather. But I knew it was there and I’d learned all about its capabilities too…

I giggled nervously, feeling my face blushing. “Because I...uh… I feel a bit dirty…”

“Yes. I didn’t want to wash you while you slept. I wanted my seed to stay inside,” Orvar answered with a glint in his eyes. “But the deed is done and I'm positive you are with child.”

“You are?”

“Hm. Actually, I know you are.”

“But how can you know?” I asked while looking at my belly. I didn’t feel any different. It was so strange thinking there was the possibility of a new life, planted inside of me.

Created by him and me.

I looked up at Orvar again, who was staring right back at me.

“I just know it. Your belly might still be flat now, but it will grow soon. It will grow round and full.” He softly smiled before he added, “hopefully filled with two sons…”

“Two…” I replied, grinning from ear to ear. “Yes! And if they are human and orc, we will both get what we wish for.” My smile disappeared like snow in the sun when I realized what that meant.

I laid my hands on my belly, knowing that if what I’d just said was true, I would be parted from the child. If he was an orc, I would not be able to keep him. I swallowed at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” Orvar asked.

“N-nothing…” I answered.

I shouldn’t think about it. Not now. It would be another nine months before I found out if this baby was a he or a she, or an orc or a human. It was of no use to worry about the future.

Orvar cleared his throat and stood up. “You can wash up while I’ll get you some food. I’ve already put new hot water in the bucket. When you are done cleaning and eating, there is a promise I have to fulfill. My gift to you. Before…you go back to town…”

I nodded, pleased that the orc hadn’t forgotten what I’d asked for. “Thank you.”

“What would you like to eat? Meat? Soup? Bread? Stew?”

My stomach turned when thinking about yesterday’s dinner. “Uh…do you maybe have some fruit?”

“We rarely have fruit, but I can see what is lying around in the kitchen. Sometimes Ston gets some for Betsy and the other females.”

After Orvar left the room, I washed up. It was quite a hassle to clean myself with his remains glued to my skin. Heat once more rushed through my body when I recalled what had happened. Maybe this is why the women in town never wanted to talk about what happened here. Maybe they were ashamed because it had been so divine.

Heavens, the place between my legs throbbed as I rubbed myself with the sponge, washing away the last traces. I shook my head and told myself I shouldn’t get carried away remembering tonight.

By the time I was done and waiting for him in that dark, cold mountain bedroom, I suddenly felt so alone as thoughts filled my mind again.

I’d always known the agreement between orcs and humans, it wasn’t anything new. Girls and human boys stayed with their mothers and orc sons were to live with their orc fathers. That was the way it was. But it was suddenly so frightening.

Maybe it was just the lack of sleep that left me so emotional? Or perhaps my body was already changing?

Before tonight, I’d always thought about this day in both excitement and fear. And I had lived towards this moment for years.

But now that it was over, I suddenly had all these other thoughts, other excitements, and other fears, and before I knew it, I had tears rolling over my cheeks. Big, salty drops came spilling, which I wiped away immediately, not wanting Orvar to see them once he was back.

Trying to pull myself together and clear my head, I walked over to the small window and took a few big breaths of fresh air. The sun shone and brought a little light into the room, and to my face, which helped. After a few minutes, I managed to calm down and stop my tears.

The tiny window had a view of the other mountains. I knew that Asclan peaks consisted of several small mountains, but I wasn’t sure how many. My guess was four.

“That is Borba. Our mine mountain.”

I turned around, a little startled. “Oh! I- I didn’t hear you come in.”

Orvar carried a tray in his hands, which he put on top of the stone coffee table. “There was no fruit. But I have goat’s milk for you, and Betsy insisted you’d have some of these flat things she likes. She made them herself.”

“Pancakes,” I said, looking at the low stack of flat cakes. Their color wasn’t very appetizing, but there was a nice sweet scent blowing my way, which made my stomach grumble.

“Yes. That,” he answered, sitting down on the bench. He looked at me and I just knew my face gave away I’d been crying. I could feel my eyes burning and they were probably all red and puffy. Orvar, however, mentioned nothing about it, and I was glad for that.

“You don’t like pancakes?” I asked, sitting down beside him.

“No. I prefer meat. Raw.”

“Well, I guess to each their own.” I grabbed the cup of milk. “Oh, it’s still warm.”

Orvar growled in reply, something he seemed to do a lot. Maybe it was an orc’s way of humming in agreement. “Freshly squeezed from the goat’s teat.”

“Thank you,” I said. “For this meal.”

While sipping the milk and munching on one of Betsy’s pancakes—which was surprisingly delicious—I wondered why Orvar had to be half-naked all day long. Didn’t the man own a shirt?

And he truly didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, did he? He was all muscle, from head to toe. Now that I thought about it, he went very well with the mountain’s interior. Both gray and solid. The only different thing was that he was warm. Not cold like stone.

“What are you smirking at?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing.” I quickly stuffed another bite of pancake into my mouth.

“Were you laughing at me, woman?” he asked, suddenly looking painfully serious.

I shook my head while swallowing down the food. “No, I- I wouldn’t laugh at you! Why would I do that?”

Orvar didn’t answer. Instead, he looked away from me, clenching his square jaws a few times.

It was nice that he made me breakfast and all, but he somehow seemed more distanced and curt than he’d been last night.

“I’m grateful that you and the others invited us into your homes. And you have treated us with respect and nothing but that. So…believe me that I wouldn’t dare laugh at you. I was just”—now it was me looking the other way—“admiring your muscles.”

I felt his stare on me again. “Oh… Is that so?” he asked and through the tone of his voice, I could just hear that his smile was back.

“Uh-huh,” I replied, making him laugh. And I just loved the sound of that low chuckle filling the room. It made me smile too.

“Such an honest woman. Eat now, Gyda! You need to eat well. If admiring my muscles pleases you during breakfast, then, by all means, look at them all you want.”

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