Chapter 1

Vhala

“Faster, Vhala!”

I reach across the space between me and the human female in front of me to grab her hair in a tight grip. She moans and draws her head back, her pretty neck exposed. My hips slam into the other female beneath us, her legs wrapping tight around my waist to keep me as deep as possible.

“Why do I hear your mouth moving down there?” I tease and give a good hard thrust into her wet pussy.

A gasp escapes the female under me and it isn’t long before her companion is moaning and moving her hips along the wet mouth pressed against her pussy. She arches her back, forcing me to tighten my grip on her hair.

I lick a long stroke up the soft column of skin, tasting the salty sweat-soaked spot right near her jaw.

I can’t remember either of their names, and at this point, it’s much too impolite to ask.

I’m sure they told me when we entered the bedchambers at some point. But between their insatiable lust for me and my eagerness to get them both spread out onto the bed, all was quickly lost in the fray of stripped clothes and wet mouths.

Though, it isn’t as if we haven’t been having fun. Human females are always a treat to roll around in the sheets with. They are soft and squishy to hold, much different than bedding a female orc is.

I don’t prefer my own species and always gravitate more towards humans, anyway. I like how expressive they are and how big my cock looks when sinking deep into a wet mouth or an aching pussy. I like watching their eyes widen at my girth and their pupils blow from the pleasure.

Plus, humans never confuse sex for more—something that I’ve never wanted to have. While my own species was known for constantly mistaking my advances for more romantic entanglements.

I want a fun time, not a relationship.

My orgasm kicks through me when I pull my cock out of the female under me and leak my release all over her belly. She twitches, her own orgasm claiming her. The other female hovering over her mouth shakes as her hips jerk erratically.

I release them both and roll off of the bed and onto my feet.

“Well, ladies,” I tell them both, watching as they slump over onto the bed, boneless. “This was fun.”

I chuckle at their fevered expressions. A job well done if I don’t say so myself.

“Will you come back tomorrow night, Vhala?” one of them asks.

I collect my clothing, putting it on while my back faces them.

“If I happen to find my way back over here.”

I don’t tend to promise anything to the women I fuck. Mostly because it sets expectations that I usually can’t uphold. I have a busy job outside of pleasuring human females that takes precedent when it needs to. Thankfully the clan has been relaxed as of late.

I strap my belt around my waist and fix my rimmed glasses before turning to the females once more. They both are in the same heap I left them in and it causes me to chuckle. I head over to them and rearrange their bodies until they’re both laying content on the mattress.

As much as I like fucking the brains out of them, I’m not cruel enough to leave them uncomfortable. Contrary to what most of the other orcs in our clan seem to think I do.

It’s funny that with them I’ve garnered a reputation as a salacious player among my fellow orcs, but with the human females think of me as a sex god. Two sides of the same coin that I tend to flip between on any given day.

Leaving them both to sleep off their exhaustion, I head out of their home and into the cool streets of my clan lands. It’s nearly sunrise now, judging by the way the clouds along the horizon are lightening. I stand in the front yard of the female’s house and admire it for a while.

Human engineering is something remarkable that never fails to catch my attention.

I adjust my glasses up the bridge of my nose before heading down the path and onto the main street leading back to my own home.

I hadn’t meant to stay so long with the humans, but once I get going, it’s hard for me to stop. The feral urge in me to fuck until my partners are doubled over is what usually fuels these very late night sessions.

They never end up complaining though, so I must be doing something right.

In fact, I’ve never had a female not come back for seconds, or thirds or more.

I smile to myself, feeling my own contentment settle over me.

Long nights never wipe me out as much as they do my partners. It more often than not fuels me with more energy that carries me through the rest of my day. Like a big helping of food from the canteen or a good spar with a fellow orc.

I cycle through the humans that live in the clan daily—the available ones, at least. I would never think to touch any of the mated females. And not just because I knew if I even dared, their mates would ring my neck until I was no longer breathing.

I respect my fellow orcs and their choice in companions. Even if only a short while ago it was seen as strange to take a human as a mate.

Times do change, after all.

As I make my way down a side road, I breathe in the fresh air deep into my lungs. Early morning walks are something that I enjoy after a good fuck. It clears my head and gets me focused on what I need to do for the rest of the day.

I’m sure once afternoon hits, I can take a nap to recharge myself if I really need to for some reason.

As I turn the corner, I spot something over by one of the trees lining around a large house.

I tilt my head and stop. A human female. What’s she doing out here so early?

I stay statue-still and watch her from a distance. She bends her body into strange positions that remind me of the drawings I see sometimes in the old texts that I read stashed away inside my private library.

It’s quiet enough out here that I can hear her breathing in deeply with each new stance she takes. She arches her arms over her head and cranes her neck back, her back arching in a sultry manner that immediately makes my cock hard in my pants.

Another breath escapes her, making her chest move. Her breasts are large and heavy looking, making my hands ache. I want to go over there and cup them in my palms to feel the weight.

She has her hair pinned away from her face in a high up-do that looks inviting enough for me to grab onto and pull her head back far enough to expose her neck to me. I run my tongue along the back of my teeth, desire striking me hard.

I move my hand down my body, palming my cock to readjust it. It twitches under my hand, begging to be freed.

It makes me smirk. Who is this female and how is she having such an effect on me without even dropping to her knees?

I move slowly across the grass, keeping my footsteps light so that she doesn’t spot me. She’s much different than the females I bedded earlier, or the orcs that roam around the clan.

Her curves are pronounced and perfect for grabbing onto while being fucked from behind.

Her ass is tight looking and rounded, making for a good place to rest my palm on after slapping it.

I can’t help but focus on her incredible chest, though, spotting the twin buds pressing against the thin material of her shirt. Her nipples pearl from the slight cold that’s settled over the clan before the sun has begun to peek over the horizon to warm us all back up.

My tongue darts out, licking my lips.

I need to have her under me and begging for my cock.

She stiffens suddenly, as if sensing my salacious thoughts.

When she turns and spots me, her eyes widen. They’re a light color, but what exactly the color is is hard to tell from here. But they’re pretty nonetheless. And make her look much more innocent than I originally pegged her to be.

She sputters, trying to unbend herself from her awkward pose.

“What are you doing?”

I can’t help but smile and raise my brow at her. I’m not surprised by her tone, but what does surprise me is what she says next:

“Getting a good look, sicko?”

The words stun me more than they should.

I smirk to myself.

What an interesting little thing I’ve found.