12. Varkul
Varkul
The dark haze slowly lifts.
I wake up in an overly bright room with white walls. They must’ve tranquilized me again. I try to move, and discover my wrists and ankles are bound tightly to a cold, metal slab.
Anger fills my throat — and then I smell her.
The fertile female.
My orc instincts roar to life as my gaze finds her instantly. She’s standing a few feet away from me, wearing a white coat, her blonde hair tied into a bun. A pair of glasses rests on the top of her nose. She’s studying a chart. The moment our eyes meet color races to her cheeks.
I have rarely seen a more welcome sight than this. She will solve all my problems. She will carry my child!
“You’re awake,” Evelyn says. A beautiful name for a beautiful creature. She glances down at her chart. “You’re not supposed to be awake just yet. They gave you enough sedative to knock out an elephant.”
“I’m not an elephant,” I say. “I’m an orc.”
“I can see that. More than I really need to.”
Her eyes glide across my bare chest, taking in my many scars and tattoos. She will see that I am a strong and experienced warrior from a strong clan. Having my babies will be a privilege.
“Release me,” I say as I tug at my restraints.
I can mate her much more easily if I have some freedom of movement. Lying down like this on this slab, she would have to climb on top of me and ride me. I am not opposed to that, but I prefer to be the one in control.
I want to have my hands free, to grope, slap, squeeze. And there is enough to squeeze on this gorgeous human woman. She is so different from the human males, so full, so round, so curvy.
That they are even the same species astounds me.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Evelyn says.
I pull at the leather straps. They do not give. Evelyn takes a step back, a flash of fear appearing on her face.
Does she not understand she has nothing to fear from me? An orc would never hurt a female.
“Please remain calm, Varkul!”
“Release me,” I growl again. “Release me so that we can mate!”
She grabs a syringe filled with a bright blue substance.
“If you don’t calm down, I will sedate you again, Varkul,” she quickly says. “There will be no mating — do you understand? No mating!”
I narrow my eyes. I do not wish to be sedated. I wish to look at this woman and bask in her scent for as long as possible.
It’s the only pleasant experience I’ve had since… hm .
I cannot recall a single experience as pleasant as this.
“That’s better,” she says, placing the syringe back on the table. “Now, where was I?”
“You were about to explain why there will be no mating.”
“Once again: not a baby-maker,” Evelyn says. “I don’t know how many times I will have to repeat that.”
“Then how will we know if humans and orcs can make babies together?”
“Good old fashioned scientific research,” Evelyn says as she slips a pair of gloves on. “From what I’ve read in your file, you have been unwilling to donate your semen for testing so far. Is that true?”
I raise my chin in the air defiantly.
“An orc’s seed is not spilled lightly. It is meant for his mate and his mate alone — not be deposited into some sterile cup.”
“I hear what you’re saying, but I need a sample for my research, Varkul. You want to save your people, right?”
My nostrils flare as I exhale loudly.
“That’s what I thought,” Evelyn says with a hint of resignation in her voice. “Still, I need that sample. That is why I will be extracting the sample… manually .”
“Manually?”
“Manually,” she says as she takes a step towards me. Her voice quivers slightly, her hand trembling a she moves it towards my leather pants. “If you refuse to do it, then I will simply have to do it for you.”
The moment her hands brush against my abdomen my heart-rate skyrockets.
The human woman unbuttons my pants, her hands slowly working them down my hips.
Evelyn sucks in a breath.
“Lord have mercy,” she says.