Chapter 1

Naar

         The smoke and screams fade into the wind as we dispatch the last of the rebels. We save who and what we can, but today is a victory for us.

         As a few from my unit walk past, I notice them with their chest puffed out a little more than before—prideful bastards, showing off their new battle scars. I’m sure it will win them favor with the females later.

         “Let’s pack up and head back!”

         I receive cheers in response. Everyone was in such high spirits that our ten-mile trackback didn’t dampen the mood.

         Drinks are thrust into our hands as we enter the gate. I chug it, not caring that it spills down my neck and chest. The cool mead is slightly bitter but delicious all the same. It would take a lot more to get me drunk.

         I slam the cup into the ground, watching it shatter. I join in with the chorus of cheers. It’s time for my favorite part.

“I’m starving.”

“The feast is ready, Commander,” a female orc purs.

She hooks her arm into mine and leads me down the dirt road. I can’t tell if she’s taking me to the celebration or her bed from how she's eyeing me. Either option doesn’t sound bad.

We end at the great hall, and most of the settlement is here. She hands me a goblet of wine as I take my seat. The female takes a position on my lap.

Her body is warm, and she smells sweet—freshly washed for me. I lift a lock of her hair and inhale the scent. My body stirs on its own accord. I’m sure I don’t smell as pleasant, but it seems she’s unfazed by it.

If anything, it spurs her on. Those soft hands of hers rub over my sweaty and bloody skin. 

“You’re untouched,” she smiles, “Not even a scratch.”

“I did jam my finger when I gouged out a rebel’s eyes,” I say. I lift my sword hand, smirking. 

The orc female takes my hand and presses a kiss to it. “Better?”

“You should kiss a little lower,” an orc warrior says. His voice travels over the table earning laughs from everyone nearby.

“I didn’t want to impose,” I smile.

She leans in and smashes her lips into mine. I relish in it, meeting her intensity. Her hand pushes my face back, and her grip tightens on my jaw.

“I welcome the thought,” she whispers.

I finish my drink in one gulp, not breaking the eye contact.

A human female quickly fills my cup. Her clothing is inviting; it accentuates her curvy body. The human’s eyes are bright and heavy with lust.

 Before I have time just to enjoy the view, another female orc catches my gaze. She seductively eats from her plate—making sure to suck each finger. My stomach growls, and my pants become tight.

         Like a seer reading my mind—a plate of steaming succulent meat slides in front of me. It wasn’t the only delectable thing I saw. Human females are becoming bolder by the day. Once afraid of us now, they yearn to be close—in every way.

         Our hard work in building friendly relations pays off in the best ways.

         “I made it myself, Commander,” she says.

         “Did you?” I ask, taking a bite. It’s juicy and well-seasoned. “Very good,” I say.

         The female orc on my lap pouts, and I pull her close. That frown melts, and a smile emerges as our tongues fight for dominance. I can't decide what tastes better.

My plate and goblet fall to the floor as the table slides around. Soon we’re doused with wine and mead.

“You knocked over our shit,” a warrior yells.

I glance over at the orc’s glare. His lap is empty, not even a female in sight. I recognize him; he's new.

 It’s his first celebration as a warrior. The females will come for him later in the night after all the higher ranks are dragged off to more secluded places. It’s the way of the world no matter where you go. The strong and influential males are chosen first.

Most wouldn't dare to speak to a Commander in such a way, but—I encourage all of my men to speak their truth. If it ever results in a fight, I'm confident in my skills.

Blood will always reign supreme, something that will stick with me. One of the many habits I won't break even if I'm no longer a rebel leader.

“Jealousy if I ever heard it,” I laugh.

The irritated faces at the table turn to glee. The orc female tugs me from my seat, and I grab my last piece of meat that had tumbled onto the table from my plate.

I throw my arm over her shoulder and bid everyone goodnight. The settlement is lively, with most already drunk and talking loudly in the street. We head west to a small house.

Inside, she moves from under my arm and lights a few candles before taking me to her bedroom. It smells of fresh-cut flowers and something sweet.

I wait in the doorway as she disappears through another door. Water runs, and she peeks her head out. I follow her inside.

My clothes and weapons peel off and hit the floor. A bath is what I need. She dips her hand into the water and produces a sponge. I tilt my head back.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she says.

I finish washing and close my eyes for a moment. Two sets of footsteps catch my attention, and I climb out of the tub.

It is the female orc and the human that bought me my food. They’re posed on the tiny bed—a wonderful surprise.

“What is this?”

“Whatever you desire,” the human says.

She looks at the female orc with a smile then kisses her. I slink onto the bed for a better view, resting my back against the headboard. They turn their attention to me. One kisses me while the other swallows my cock whole.

I press my hand on the back of her head until I can feel the back of her throat. With my other hand, my fingers rub the human’s pearl.

She gasps, pulling back, but I don't let her escape. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I slide two inside. She's ready for me, as is the other female.

“So eager.” I lift the female’s face from my crotch. My thumb wipes her lips—such enticing eyes. “I hope you both can back your eagerness with action.”

I ease onto my back, and without prompting, the orc climbs on me and sinks—filling herself with a sigh. I don't wait for her to adjust and thrust my hips. Her eyes shoot open, and she holds on for dear life.

The human takes a seat on my face, not one to be left out. She can try and flank me all she wants, but I'm a hardened warrior on the battlefield and in bed. Every woman that's ever left my furs left with a new appreciation for male orcs. I work her over with my tongue without breaking my stride.

They both begin to convulse with satisfaction, but I am still hard. It seems like they believe that's all.

“We’re far from done,” I growl.

I’m still unsatisfied hours later, but they were down for the count. The sun will be coming up soon. I leave the bed as the females sleep soundly. Her room is in disarray as expected; I had them in every way—in every hole.

I can't risk being seen here in the morning, so I go home.

The streets are quieter now. Most have gone to enjoy some dessert themselves. Something off in the shadows sticks out. It is a human female walking through the gate. The patrols are lighter tonight, so everyone can have a chance to take part in the celebration.

What’s she doing?

My eyes narrow as I change direction and follow her out.