ORVAR
"Who's a man now?" Vildon said, looking at Betsy and me with a smug expression on his face.
"We know you are, Vildon...we know," Betsy replied, flipping that flat sweet-stinking circle she was baking in the pan. She sighed. "Because you've been telling us for half an hour now."
"Yup. And I took her five times last night," he then said, gloating. "I painted that womb. I drenched and stuffed it. Plowed and sowed it with my powerful seed."
Betsy elbowed my side. "Oi, Orvar," she hissed.
"What?" I glared at her.
"Compliment him," she then whispered. "Can't you see he wants your attention?"
"Oh, uh..." I looked at Vildon. "Good job." I slapped the boy on his back. "You did well."
"And did you hear I fucked her five times? If that doesn't secure me a son, I don't know what will. But...what's wrong with you, commander?" Vildon asked, a little confused. "Was that woman you chose not right for you, after all?"
"She was perfectly fine," I replied before I turned to Betsy. "Are you almost done, woman?"
"Yeah, yeah, almost. Do not push me, Orvar. It was you who said I had to make something other than the usual breakfast. Remember?"
"I know, but I didn't mean you had to go all out on this."
"Well, I like your girl," she answered. "And I remember"—she started chuckling—"during my own breeding moon visit, Ston gave me some of that shit you people serve for breakfast, and I'm telling you, you cannot serve these girls half-raw goat stew in the morning. Ugh...bunch of crazy orcs." I growled at her in reply and now it was Betsy glaring at me. "And I have to agree with Vildon about you. You don't seem to be yourself. What's bothering you?" she asked, stacking the round cakes on a pile, then putting the plate on a tray. "Did it not go well last night?"
Betsy rubbed over her big belly and I suddenly had a vision of Gyda caressing her belly in a few months from now. Her belly, filled by me.
"Yeah, Orvar." Vildon chuckled. "Wasn't your cock clean enough for that bitch or something?"
"Shut up, fool." I punched his nose, agitated by the tone in his voice.
"F-fuck, man! I- I think you broke it!" he yelled, rubbing over his now crooked nose.
"Just push it back into place," I replied, grabbing the tray with breakfast and walking out of the kitchen, not paying any more attention to Vildon who growled and cursed me to death in the background.
I loved him like a little brother, even though he was usually a pain in the ass and always full of shit. But today, I couldn't deny he was right about me. Something was bothering me, and it was hard to put my finger on the thing that troubled me the most.
Oh, what has she done to my mind?
The breeding night was already over, yet here I was, walking through these mountain corridors like some servant who was eager to offer her this special breakfast, hoping she would be happy when I did.
I'd slept beside her tonight. I'd slept. I hadn't fucked her five times like young Vildon had fucked his bitch. No. Instead, I slept, holding her while she held me. It should have been my cock getting held in a tight embrace all night long!
I'd promised her we'd talk. I found the request strange when she asked me to, but now I was pleased, because it was a reason for her to stay here. Stay longer.
What would my father have said if he were alive and knew what I was thinking right now? Infatuated by a woman. A human! Because that's what I was. Infatuated.
I scoffed as I was about to reach my room.
The night is over, I told myself. You should want her to leave. She has done her job! She has taken your seed, and is now nothing but the vessel for your orc son to grow in. That's all she is.
That is her only purpose.
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Whatever I'd said to convince myself I wasn't infatuated with this woman, it was all forgotten in a heartbeat once I'd entered my room and found her sniffling in front of the window. I didn't mention it and simply gave her the food she liked, and next thing I knew, she was admiring my muscles.
Admiring? A woman admiring an orc?
The whole speech I gave myself was useless. Utterly useless.
I couldn't keep myself from smiling and said, "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."
Fuck.
I truly was getting soft. And that was ridiculous, because I was the commander of the Azuk clan, for heaven's sake. Maybe seeing Ston and Betsy's behavior had made me this way...?
"I'm done," Gyda said, putting down an empty cup before wiping her milk mustache. "Have you already eaten?"
I nodded, looking at those lips. I cleared my throat. "So what is your first question, woman?" I asked.
"Uhm..." She bit her lip. "I had so many things I wanted to ask, but now, I have a hard time remembering one... Uh...oh, tell me about Borba. You mentioned that earlier. I didn't know the mountains had other names. I just know them as Asclan peaks."
"Together, they're called Asclan peaks," I answered. "The biggest of them all—the one you are in right now—is called Asclan. The mountain where we work in the mine is called Borba. Then we have Bazur and Mani, the two little ones."
"So in Borba you work, and in Asclan you live?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And do all orcs have rooms like yours?" she asked, intrigued.
"Most. Some prefer huts or tents. But I don't care where my men sleep. They can sleep outside in the open for all I care."
She shifted her position, turning to face me. "We sleep in houses," she said, eyes catching mine.
I laughed. "Yeah... I knew that."
"Hey, don't mock me." She slapped my shoulder and the playful gesture made my heart skip a beat. "I was taught nothing about the mountains or orcs," she said, looking at my shoulder. "Uh...sorry."
"You have quite a punch for a little lady," I said, rubbing my shoulder, feigning pain. I'd hardly felt it, though.
"Well, I live with thirteen nieces that always use me to horse around, so I'm fit." She smiled. "Tell me more."
"Like what?"
I flinched when one of her fingertips caressed a scar on my arm. "Like how did you get this? Is that another battle scar?"
I glanced down. "It is," I answered.
"You have so many of these," she replied, pulling her hand away. "Why are the orc clans fighting each other?"
"I guess it's mostly about power, land, and women. They want things we have, we want things they have. They think we're bastards, we think they are assholes. It's just something we are born into."
I'd often asked that question myself. These battles were so tiring sometimes, and I wondered if the other clan leaders felt the same as I did.
"Women?" Gyda asked, raising her brow.
"Yes. The orcs of the Azuk clan—me and my men—do not only own a large piece of land, we also have an agreement with your equally large town. And your town has many women of fertile age."
"So, these other orcs try to take Asclan peaks?"
"M-hm." I nodded.
"I didn't know that... Is your clan big as well?"
"Yes. We are with many and we're powerful, because we're united. I would die for every orc in my clan and my brothers would do the same."
"That's... lovely, I guess," she answered. "We don't have that at all. We only have petty jealousy over whose daughter can produce a male heir."
"Oh... I've heard. I do not understand why those weaklings are so worshiped by you."
"The men?" she asked. I grunted. "Because every woman wishes to marry one," she answered, then sighed.
"Do you wish for that too?"
She took a long time to answer, which irritated me. After some pondering, she said, "I could never marry one, even if I wanted to."
"And why is that?"
"Because my family is not part of the elite. We have no male sons in the family, and thus, my family is lower-class, and we're not fit to marry a man."
A growl spilled from my lips before I scoffed. "Only fit to get bred by orcs."
Gyda pursed her lips and nodded before letting out a soft, "Yes..."
"I fucking hate your males," I spat. "If there were orc women left in this world, we would worship each and every one of them. We would not call one a princess and another lower-class, and we would certainly find every cunt important enough to fill."
All these humans were so fucking hypocritical and dumb as a goat. The men were weaklings and with so few they were almost nonexistent, yet they held all the power. They were cunning, while the women were stupid enough to live up to their ancient traditions, brainwashed by the previous generations.
The only reason these bitches wanted male heirs was to enter this upper-class world of males in the first place. In the end, it was all about their men—their gods. The Orcs were seen as filth while they were the ones giving them these sons in the first place!
"I- I didn't mean to anger you," Gyda said, looking at my hands with shocked eyes.
I hadn't even noticed I was balling my fists so hard that my nails were carved into my palms and a few drops of blood were spilling.
"Oh- it's okay," I replied.
"No, I'm sorry. I- I will stop and go home now." She stood up.
"No," I growled, wiping my hands against my pants. It was just a few scratches.
She couldn't just leave like this.
"No?" she asked.
"No. Stay!" I stood up too. "Uh... Please."
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