Lost to the Orcs (Oyeon Orcs)

Chapter Sixteen Aithír

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: AITHíR

Oh my god. It’s a mini hot spring. I strip in record time and am already hissing and hopping from foot to foot before gradually sinking my ass into the water. “Yessssss.” I audibly moan, closing my eyes in glorious bliss. This feels like a fucking jacuzzi. The water is bubbling, it’s not too deep and not too hot. It looks like they’ve created vents for the room so it doesn’t get too hot or spread to other areas of the cave. Which is a fucking miracle because nobody wants damp, cramped caves. I definitely do not want that.

A chuckle beckons me to open my gaze. With my head leaning against the lip of the little pool area, I see Jaedason upside down. And honestly, the first thing I notice is his dick.

I should be thankful U’snar was waylaid and had to step away to speak with another Orc about lanterns. Otherwise, I would have been staring at two very naked very delicious looking males.

A flush dapples my cheeks and tinges my ears a mighty red, I’m sure, because here I am ogling the brother of the male I’d just let take me to the fucking stars. His cum is being washed away from my thighs as I think this. I rub said thighs together in the hopes that it’ll cure my sudden arousal. He steps closer. And oh my god it doesn’t help at all!

“Insatiable female.” Jaedason growls and my flush grows deeper. Probably neon bright as it travels down my face to my neck and shoulders. Either that, or the warmth of the bath is already getting to me.

He steps into the spring sitting next to me but not touching. And I want to just scoot that smidgen closer that’ll make my knee graze his. I feel like a man trying to catch a glimpse of a woman’s wrist! For fucks sake! Get a damn grip and stop having the hots for him this fucking bad. Jeezus. You’re acting like a god damn hussy. Or better yet, a bitch in heat.

Gritting my teeth, I force myself to look at Jaedason’s face. “I know I was more or less a surprise when U’snar just brought me to your doorstep and I know it’s been about a month but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” It’s a terrible feeling that’s been creeping its way into my thoughts. Stabbing its thorns into my heart. “I know I am probably your last pick of the team or not even a pick at all but…” I turn my gaze away from him because I can’t see the truth of his disappointment in mating me. “Circumstances notwithstanding, I’m really glad U’snar found me. I’d probably be raped and dead in a ditch by now if not for him.”

Silence greets my words. And it only spurs me on to speak more. “I know it’s strange. To humans anyways. Our relationship. And I just don’t know if it’s the fear of what others will think or my own insipid feelings about my own inadequacies but I’m just worried. Worried you hate me. Worried I’m not good enough for you or U’snar. Let alone the both of you! You’re both so fucking handsome.” I start twisting my fingers in my hand. The hot water chafing as I scuff them with my nails. “And I’m just me. I’m a damn hermit for shits sake! And here you two are, constantly going about the mountain. Talking to your people, taking strides in making everyone comfortable, making sure they have everything they need and I get lost two minutes from our rooms!”

I bite my suddenly very wobbly lip. Desperately trying not to blubber like an idiot.

My wringing hands are suddenly covered by a single palm. I stare at that hand as it somehow grounds me to this moment. Tuning me into him. All of him. “Orcs differ from you humans. Oft we share within family t’ continue ouer line.” He sighs, using his other hand to pull me close to his body. I fit right beneath his arm, my head lying against one of his pectorals. His heated skin burns its way into my every nerve ending. “’he elder donnae ask. ‘he younger must query ‘he relationship. ‘he younger always initiates. It is custom. But no’ as common as before.”

“But how? How can either of you see the other in any capacity, naked! Taking the same woman?” I’m flabbergasted. Confused.

“U’snar was like my kit, but no longer. He is grown. Strong. Capable. Ay weel be happy t’ give him chief hood.” He sighs caressing my side with his claw tips. “Ay’ll always remember him like my kit, but he is different now. Not the same as memory says.”

“I don’t think I could ever see my child as not my child anymore.” I murmur my hand trailing to my belly.

He nods. “It is different for humans. But, youers or mine, is no’ bad. We donnae control our kits. As they age, ‘he ties loosen. When they are old enough, they evaporate an’ their freedom urges them int’ their own. Orcs grow very old, an’ tolerate much more than youers. Should Ay parent my 70 seasons spawn?” He scrunches his nose in disgust. “No. Ay’ll be nearer his age than no’. Ay cannae parent an adult.”

I nod. It makes a sort of sense. I mean, if I was nearly 20 or more years older than my child and they were grown, I can’t see myself scolding them. Maybe a little ribbing but, that would have been all it could be. I do not get to control my children when they are adults.

“Whose child am I carrying? Can you tell?” My question is soft, as I caress my belly in light strokes.

Jaedason tilts his head at me in mild confused. “Weel it ma’er?”

I sigh. “Not in any bad sense. Just say the child is U’snars. What then? What does the baby call you when they are born? Uncle?” I scrunch my nose at him. Because I would not like that. It would seem weird and awkward.

His thoughtful hum fills the air around us. “We call that,” he leans down as if to whisper to me a secret. “Da.”

I snort shoving his shoulder. “I’m being serious and you’re acting like a…” I flush red before pouting at him, “Dad jokes aren’t cute.”

His smile is wide, the laughter causing his eyes to glitter like gems. “Kits like ours, do say Da. Or ‘he Orc word is Aithír .” The way he says it sounds almost like father if it weren’t spoken with an f or the f is so soft you can’t hear it.

“F-eye-th-ear?” I try to sound it out and his mouth just widens into a bigger grin. The gems begin to melt and shine like molten gold. “Don’t make fun of me. Say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” That wipes the smile off his face, contorting it in a mass of disgusted confusion.

He shakes his head. “You made that up.”

Giggling, I shake my head. “No, pretty sure Mary Poppins did though. If you can’t say that then how about onomatopoeia?”

He sighs, “’he lady speaks in tongues.” He looks at me solemnly, “I must cure her o’ her ailment.”

I roll my eyes, battling a smirk. “How, pray tell, would you do that?”

“An ancient ritual. Passed down. Generation. T’ generation.” He pulls me closer, one hand on my hip, the other on my thigh. “Orc t’ Orc.” He takes my other hip in hand and he carries me to a deeper end. I shiver in the cold air before he sets me down on the warm rock above the water. He drops to his knees, his shoulders and head directly between my thighs.

I clear my throat. “Uhm… I’m pretty sure this will make me talk in tongues.”

He grins. “Only ’he right kind.” He puts my legs over his shoulders and pulls me to the edge of the rock, my hands behind me for balance.

A moan fills the space around us as he gives me one long lap from my back door to my clit. And again. As if he can’t help tasting all of me. He laves at my labia, nipping the plump flesh and kissing away the stings. My clit swells. It aches nearly as much as my center, which is starting to slicken with my nectar. He curls his tongue in the wetness and slathers it over me, swirling around my clit but not actually touching it.

I shove a hand in his hair, ruining his braids, trying to guide him to no avail. He will not let me lead. I groan, clenching my fist, clutching his hair in my hand. He dips his tongue inside me once more, causing me to gush, and does it again and again. Swirling his tongue. Keeping me on the edge. “More.” I moan. “Please, Jaedason. Please, MORE.”

His tongue stabs into me. Sharp, quick thrusts. I yelp, my insides clenching around him. He groans deep and guttural, vibrating me from within. I fall from the cliff. But I don’t worry, because Jaedason’s arms are strong and he catches me. He extends my climax for as long as he wills it. My body becoming so sensitive, I try to squirm away. But just as his arms are strong, so are his hands. He holds me still beneath his ministrations until I’m begging and pleading for him to take me. Fill me. Please. God, please!

“Jaedason!”

A growl erupts from him and he lifts me easily, palms beneath my ass, my chest meeting his, and the head of his prick grazing my slit as it jerks back and forth across it. I whimper and my finger nails dig into his shoulders. He growls at the bite and leans forward. His lips devour mine. I moan and he swallows it, me, whole.

He thrusts upwards. My body taking half of him. I scream, but it’s muffled as that too is swallowed. He takes one thigh in his hand and my waist in the other, opening me wide upon him while also nearly wrapping his hand around me to lift me up and down until my slickened heat is engulfing him. He breaks the kiss and we moan together as he twitches within me. Bumping places I never knew could be touched. The tip kissing my cervix.

“Perfection.” I whimper as he lifts me and throw my head back in a silent scream as he slams me back down. Jaedason growls his approval and he starts his slow but hard thrusts within.

I’m mindless within a few minutes. Begging him to go faster. I want my release. I need to climax. But he won’t give it to me. I become almost feral. Growling at him when he doesn’t comply and hissing when he roughly kisses me within. Close. I can feel it. It’s like climbing up a mountain when you’re winded. I stand at the pinnacle. The tip of the mountain, looking down down down, my head light and loopy.

“Cum for me.” I shatter. Tumbling, heels over head, down the mountain. That need again. That desperate need to bite and bite and bleed him, fills me. My mouth aches and I do the only logical thing I can think of. I bite him. I taste his blood on my tongue as he hisses. A rumble in his chest vibrating against me as he continues to slam into me. When I pull my mouth from his chest he releases my thigh, carding his large hand into my hair and kissing me. Licking me. He devours me, thrusting ever faster, so much harder. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain and it’s so heady, my body so needy, I fall again.

Jaedason crashes into me, his nails pricking my skin, his grip harsh. He bites over his mark on my neck and starts to fill me. Lodged so deeply within, if I were not already pregnant, I definitely would be now.

~~~~~

Aithír . I find myself rolling the word over on my tongue for the millionth time in so few days. They are my baby’s aithír’s . I swallow, my hand caressing my tummy. It’s only been a few weeks and I’m not thin enough to see a difference, but I feel it. In my breasts, and these stupid cravings.

I groan looking at the gross blob on my plate.

It really is disgusting. I don’t even know exactly what it is, but Burgrol assured me it is a common craving among women pregnant with an Orcling. I feel like it should be a prank. But I know it’s not. How? I can’t get enough of it.

It smells like a dirty sock and looks like someone mixed my lumpy vanilla pudding/jello with their dirty feet. Like the “grey stuff”. I shiver. But even if it does look like that, I can’t get enough of it. It tastes like the smooth sweetness of caramel melting on your tongue with a hint of tartness being the odd lumps in the concoction, like little pieces of soft cooked apples.

I told Burgrol not to tell me how it’s made because I might throw up. Although, maybe that decision was too hasty because my imagination is coming up with so many terrible scenarios.

I take another heaping bite and groan, just as U’snar walks into the room. He raises a brow at me and smirks as he notices I have my nose plugged while I’m eating. “Ach, there Little Lost is! I looked forever for you, heart.” My own melts at the endearments because I feel in that connected part of my chest that he means every single one of them.

“U’snar! What are you doing here?” My smile rounds my cheeks, I’m so happy. “I thought you had a little mission to go on?” His eyes shift and there is discourse in the cord. “Did everything go okay?” I ask with concern.

He shakes himself and smiles at me. Everything is to rights. Maybe it was my imagination? “Yes, Little Lost.” He crouches before me and rubs his nose against my own. “All is well.” I hum in approval. It’s more like a purr that I’ve come to develop but I think of it as a hum. Like theirs .

U’snar gently rumbles at me. It soothes any of the aches in my body immediately. My body languid and almost noodle like. “Mmmm. It’s like getting a massage but with your voice.”

He grins at me before deepening his growl. Immediately, my thighs are tightly closed as I feel myself slicken with readiness. “U’snar.” I whimper a reprimand.

“Let me care for you.” He cajoles. “Let me lick you, pretty lost.” And he lays me back on the bed, my legs splayed before him. He’s practically drooling before me. I’m still sore from a sexcapade Jaedason and I had went through the night prior but no matter how sore I am. No matter how much I think I’ve had enough, these Orcs teach me that I can still go a bit more. Or even, a lot more.

So he licks me. Against, between my petals. Around and on my nub. Again and again. My body on fire with its need. With want. Hotter than a furnace. And he douses me with a hose, bringing down my flames again and again until I’m a depleted mess on the bed.

He stands above me and I whimper. I want him inside me so much. But he’s too high up to enter me. I shift my hips in the hopes he’ll plunge within but his hand caresses his heft. Up and down and up again. I moan, gripping my breasts in my palms, pinching my nipples as I watch him pump himself over and over. He watches me watch him and his harsh grip tightens further as he pumps again and again. Quicker. More. I reach a hand to my overly sensitive nub, hissing as I bounce on the bed. Wanting to get away, but wanting just one more. To meet him.

We both moan as we crest the hill together. My back and his seed arches in nearly the same angle. He splashes me with it, lathering me with it before kneeling and pressing the head to my slit and jettisoning a couple ropes within me.

I’ll never understand my love of this but being covered by their spend. Their seed spilling on or in me in whatever way I can get is the pinnacle of my day. Sometimes several times.

When we are able to catch our breaths and U’snar is done drawing images on my body, we clean me up and I finish my craving meal.

~~~~~

I laugh at a joke Burgrol makes when Hani walks in. She usually avoids me after our first interaction. Even if I don’t hold it against her. My relationship is odd. For humans. For humans it’s probably gross or weird. But Burgrol has told me in no uncertain terms that I am fine. Just as my mates have.

But today, she doesn’t see me and flip a U’ie/about face to avoid me. Today, she is holding a small basket and her cheeks have a pink tinge to them. Either she ran here or she is embarrassed. Neither would make sense.

“Are you—

“Here!” She presses the basket into my arms before blurting, “I wanted to apologize. Not because you’re an evil wicked thing but because I overreacted. I’m pregnant too. My emotions are everywhere. I freaked out and I’m sorry.” She takes a deep breath as I blink at the basket. Burgrol ushers me to a table so I don’t place my woven basket on his workspace. Ours. Because even though at home I wasn’t much of a cook or baker, here, with my big burly bud, I’m decent. Plus no one cares about presentation. It’s all about ‘is it filling’.

I gently caress the basket. It is beautiful. Not like the manufactured stuff at home. This… this is homemade.

“Did you make this?”

Hani’s face flushes a brighter pink. Her tawny skin looks like someone stained her with brilliant rosé water. It makes her pretty blue eyes seem brighter than before. “No. I mean, I did. But it was during the summer. There are reeds and ocean plants that will come to shore. We gather them and dry them for different things. They are pliable so I use them for basket weaving.”

“You use seaweed for this??” I gasp in awe. “Do you guys eat it too?”

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. “We do. But it’s very salty.”

“Oh I would kill for some dried seaweed. I hope it tastes the same here!” I am giddy. Holy shit. Maybe they have sushi! She gives me an odd look but I honestly don’t give a damn. “Can I look at what’s inside or should I wait until I’m alone?”

Hani shrugs, the flush back in her cheeks. I give a silent inward laugh. Gosh she is so pretty. If my mates didn’t dote on me so much I’d probably be more jealous of this pretty woman. But, I’m also looking at myself from the lens of my modern upbringing. They don’t have that here. High society makes the fashion ‘fashionable’. But there aren’t fad or diet mags so it takes a long time for any news to go anywhere and it’s not like poorer regions would care. Or for example a nomadic tribe or tribes of Orcs. When you’re a farmer, why would it matter if fashion says satin is in? You’re going to wear what is most comfortable while still being the social norm.

Which, sadly, is dresses. I mean, I like dresses but give me some leggings during hot times. My thighs will thank me.

I lift the covering Hani was using to hold everything in the basket and find a plethora of little things. Precious things. A bar of homemade soap. Soft things that make whatever is inside of me that creates nests quiver with excitement.

“I heard that you go into heat and I remembered hearing how much you guys like soft things for nesting.” I didn’t think her face could get any redder but the mentioning of my heat really does it. “I also overheard you talking to Burgrol about chocolate.” My eyes bug. At the bottom of the basket is indeed chocolate. “It’s not very sweet like the one you described as it would go bad faster but—

I squeeze her in a hug. Pregnancy hormones on overload. She gave me chocolate . “You are a godsend.” I disengage the hug and rush back to the little droplets of dark chocolate. “I’m going to have to savor these.” I take one and bite into it. It is so fucking bitter but I’ve been here for what? Two months? I’ve never gone this long without chocolate. I groan. “Yes… this is the stuff. I once read a book about aliens who came to earth for necessary medicine. The women lied. It was chocolate and coffee. But they weren’t wrong . They just were misleading. If it got me this though, I’d probably mislead my mates too.” I laugh. When I see Hani and Burgrol’s extremely confused faces, I laugh harder. “Ignore that. Oh lord, I don’t know why I let that slip.”

Hani shakes her head. “I told Garret you were odd and he didn’t believe me. You act like you weren’t born here.” She shrugs a small smile gracing her lips. “It’s okay though, we’re all a bit odd here. I mean, regular humans don’t fall in love with Orcs do they?” She giggles, winking conspiratorially at me. “Or parts of them.” My cheeks flush and I nearly choke on the other piece of chocolate while Hani takes her leave with a wave and a cheery, “See you next time!”

I pack my basket back up and smile at Burgrol. “I’m gonna take this to my rooms. Either I’ll come back later or I’ll send one of the guys to let you know.”

“Wait.” Burgrol tries to quickly wipe the dough off his hands but I know that isn’t happening for quite a bit of time.

“It’s fine.” I smile. “I’ve been here a while, I know my way around.”

“If you are sure?” His face tells me he isn’t sure I can find my way out of a shoe box.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine!” I wave and leave the kitchens. Taking a right because we always take a left when entering the kitchen.

Taking a few more turns and up a gentle rise, I am glad I am nearing my rooms. It should be on this next right. I turn and find a corridor. Uh…wait a minute. I step back and try to retrace my steps. A left should bring me to the kitch—nope not kitchens. That is an empty cave room. Fuck.

I’m lost.

I drop my head down, chin to chest, a humourless laugh escapes my constricting throat. Fuck. Just absolutely fuck fuck fuck. I’ve been so good. Mates escorting me everywhere as I mentally documented all the turns for two months. And I still get lost. They are going to be so disappointed. Not that I don’t remember the way but that I decided to go off on my own.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

I feel the darkness spilling inside of me. Spreading like a poison in my brain down my spine and into my extremities. I’m paralyzed. I can’t…

“-key?”

My head jerks, smacking into the wall. A pained sound spills from me but I look towards the voice. “Are you lost?”

“Nu.” It’s a child. Not Ys’ari, as the voices are quite different.

“I’m lost.” My voice catches in the darkness.

“Halp yuu?” I hum like my mates, in agreement.

“Please?”

A soft giggle fills the air around us. It really is the cutest sound I think I’ve heard in a while. Even cuter than Ys’ari’s. A small hand grasps a few of my fingers. “ ‘um-on.” The little voice encourages, tugging. I stand up as I sniffle and let the little… Orcling, I surmise as the claw tipped fingers indicate, leads me through the dark.

“Do you live here?” He makes a chuffed sound almost like a cough. “Do you have a name?” Another chuff. I snort. He giggles. “What is your name?”

“Ar deh an.” Ardehan? Odd. But Orcs seem to have odd names.

“Who do you live with? Your dad?”

“Aye there.” He tries to enunciate. I shake my head. That sounded suspiciously like ‘Aithír’. I shake my head.

“Oh yeah? Is that your daddy’s name?” I can almost feel him shaking his head. I hum. The boy hums back. My lips quirk at the corners. “Oh!” I gasp when we turn a corner and are instantly standing in the light. “How in the world did I miss this?” It is definitely a grumble and the little boy giggles again. He’s such a happy baby.

I look down at the little Orcling in front of me with his black hair with brownish tinge, his grey green skin. He looks over his shoulder at me and I trip. Worry sparks flecks of green in his golden eyes.

What?

~~~~~

We are sitting in my rooms. My and my mates’ rooms. My mates and our son’s room.

I look down at my son. For that is exactly what he is. When he is very very obviously my mates’ child. A child I was not informed about. A child that happened upon me in the darkness of the mountain.

Secrets. I inwardly scoff. U’snar mentioned he had secrets. That everyone had secrets. And boy did he!

“Arawn, do your Aithír’s have toys for you to play with?”

He shrugs his tiny shoulders. As if he doesn’t know. How doesn’t he know?

My simmering anger must have finally found its way down the bond because for a long time now, that tether has felt hot and strained and only now do I feel apprehension and concern that is not my own.

When my mates arrive, it is to my foot tapping on the floor in order to rid myself of this excess embitterment and our son looking quite nervous. If this were in a show, I’m pretty sure my mates would be thinking the boy got in trouble. But no. The baby isn’t in trouble. It is them. They are in trouble.

With narrowed eyes I watch the shocked males freeze in the entryway. “Hello,” I greet with a strained smile, my eyes spitting. “ Would you look at who I stumbled across in the darkness of the mountain!” I gesture to the child before me. “He’s so cute, with his golden eyes and his beautiful black hair. And would you look at his complexion ?” I do give the boy a genuine wide smile because he truly is a gorgeous child. I stand up and pet the boys hair, as he smiles and leans into the action. I look at my mates with mock surprise. “I mean, he almost looks like my darling mates to perfection! It’s such a wonder.”

U’snar swallows. His expression strained. The bond a tightrope tether. Jaedason is also looking at U’snar. But with an expression of disbelief.

I shake my head when neither male says anything. “Dramatics aside, I want to know why I was kept in the dark.” My anger dissipates like a cloud of noxious fumes into the windy air. Leaving me barren and confused.

“Ach, why?” Jaedason murmurs, arching a brow at his brother.

U’snar’s hands reach up to his face and he rubs it fiercely with a moan. “We discuss this after Arawn goes t’ nursery?”

I nod and U’snar picks up the child and they leave the room, our son chatting away at his Aithír.

I look at Jaedason. “Just because it seems you left things up to him, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Because I’m positive that you are also capable of using your mouth to speak.”

Jaedason snorts, rolling his eyes in a way that I’m pretty sure he got from me. He then hums in a sort of agreement. “Correct. But Ay thought U’snar told you.”

My turn to hum as I pull my lips between my teeth, biting down on top of them momentarily before U’snar comes back and cuts off my reply. “I’m sorry!” He rushes.

Jaedason raises a brow at the volume of U’snar’s voice. We might be in a cave but noises can travel, bouncing off each and every wall to whatever destination the sounds wish. He grumbles some apology before he comes closer to me still standing next to the table. “I’m sorry.” He sighs before sitting down and getting to just about eye level to me. Jeeze why are my guys so tall? “Arawn, is Jaedasons.”

At the same time Jaedason says “Ouers”.

“Ouers,” U’snar corrects. “Arawn is ouers.” His face is pinched with tension and worry .

“You lied to me.” My lip wobbles and he pulls my hands out from their crossed position in an attempt to close myself off from him. I resist for but a moment, until his eyes, warm and honeyed, plead with me. I grumble nonsense about never again looking at my guys in the eyes during an argument because they cheat. His lips quirk in a very adorable fashion. I secretly hate him.

“Ach, I did. Did no’ know you would love us so. Wished t’ speak t’ Jaedason ‘fore youer heat.” U’snar explains.

“But it came too soon.” I supply. He nods.

U’snar continues, “Later, we spoke o’ retrieving him from Narod.” In our peripheral we see Jaedason nod.

“Your brother.” I add. Lordie how I remember that one I don’t even know.

Another nod. “Narod lives at ‘he head o’he mountains. We live at its belly.” Mountain range. Narod lives at the beginning of the range, and we live in the middle. I have seen maps and that is what U’snar is referring to. Since the mountain range is called An'Tsirga, which is their version of a snake. Though, from the drawing, their snakes are like the version of what we believe snakes were like when dinosaurs were around. Almost lizard-like but without hind legs. “Arawn was sick. Couldnae travel.”

“So you left him with Narod?” I ask as my brows pinch in confusion.

“Ach. Yes. Safe with Narod. Safe in the Mountain. Narod brought Arawn home t’ us. He wandered off an’ found you.” U’snar finishes.

“He barely arrived today ?!” I gasp.

“Ock. We were in a meeting no’ long ago. ‘Fore my fool brother rushed out like a keeva had got his way into ‘he stores.” Says a new voice. I look up at a broad burly dark green male with lighter green spots dotting his skin. He’s just as tall as Jaedason but like more ‘hulk’ build. Holy shit, he is the hulk . At his arched brow, I realize I said that aloud. “Ay donnae know what this ‘haulk’ is.”

I give him a very very strained smile. “Just a big green man who is often seen very angry.” And Narod seems quite angry. His black brows meeting in a perpetual ‘v’ of annoyance. He does a gruff hum that is more of a growl than a hum but it mimics Jaedason’s and U’snar’s so a hum it is. “Well… It’s nice to meet you? I’d shake your hand in greeting but mine are occupied.” I lift my U’snar clasped ha nds. He makes another gruff hum as if to say ‘I see’.

He abruptly turns to Jaedason. “Beau’iful.” He states his brow frown gone as they quirk at his brother, his eyes suddenly sparkling with mischief.

Jaedason rolls his eyes. “Aye. Very.” Holy crap, is this a popcorn moment? I feel like it’s a popcorn moment.

Narod smirks. “Ye share again then?”

“Of course.” U’snar mutters but Narod ignores him as he continues to prod his older brother.

“So tiny though. Ye must work t’ get your prick in brother. Ay remember a time when we shared. All the women screamed when they saw yer–

“Stop.” Narod’s full grinning now. “‘Fore Ay pummel you ‘til you have no’ teeth t’ smile with.” He growls glowering. Oh lord this is a popcorn moment. Heaven help me but I’m loving this.

Narod laughs. “Try brother. Only reason Am no’ chief is because Ay donnae wan’ it.” I mean, looking at him, I wouldn’t be surprised if Narod could beat my Jaedason. I’m not talking trash. Jaedason is built. But he’s slimmer than Narod. Less muscle. “Mayhap ye meet me for trainin’. Ay gander ye hav’nae sparred in suns!”

“We have a training ground?” I murmur to U’snar.

“Ach, several.” He murmurs back. Both of us watching the brothers like we’re watching a ping pong match. “Narod is annoying, yes?”

I snort. “No. I’ve never seen this side of Jaedason except when we first met. And even then it was more monosyllabic.”

U’snar chuckles quietly at my fascination. “Ach, is entertaining. ‘Cept when they growl at each other. Spittin’ blood.” My surprised eyes meet his. “Ach.” He nods. “Donnae hold punches.”

I mean, I guess it makes sense if they are almost equal. “If you guys fight, can you just leave bruises? I don’t think I can watch a bloody battle.”

Jaedason snorts before extricating himself from their little power show. He bends until our noses touch. “Ay will pummel him t’ bruises only.” A light peck on my lips before he grabs a curious looking Narod who is eyeballing the affection Jaedason is so obviously showing me. “Come brother.” He grins. “You wish t’ fight? Let us fight.”

Narod’s eyes widen. “Oh ye’re much willin’ today, ock?”

Jaedason’s grin broadens. My heart palpitates at the almost manic glee in it. Oh, Narod is about to get trounced. “Ach.” As Jaedason drags his brother out of the room, I hear Narod mutter about how this isn’t how it is supposed to go. His brother should be annoyed. Not annoyingly happy.

U’snar snicker snorts next to me. “You would like to see?”

I turn to him. “In a moment.” A sultry saucy look on my face. U’snar’s eyes seem to darken with lust and need. “First,” I step closer to him. Wiggle my hands free of his grip, I glide them up his arms and over his shoulders. He wraps his hands around my waist, his fingers nearly meeting.

“First?” He smirks devilishly at me. All heat and an empty clenching of my womb.

I mentally shake myself. “First,” I cup his jaw with my small hands. “I must correct a mistake.” I yank on his ears and pull his face to mine. He winces at my grip but doesn’t try to pull away. “You will never keep a secret of this magnitude from me again or I swear to all that is mighty I will get you close to cumming and I will stop. For weeks. I don’t care if I put you into a rut, I will lock you in a room without me. I am your mate. Your wife. Your love. I deserve to know.”

He jerks a nod, wincing. “Ach. Understood Sunkissed.” He cups my cheek and kisses me so tenderly it brings tears to my eyes. “I’m sorry.” He whispers against my lips. “I love you, Little Lost.” My heart melts. God, I love him too. Before I can say just that, he tugs out of my grasp and pulls me along. “We see Jaedason trounce Narod. Come, Little Lost.” My earthy mate beckons with a quirk of his head.

And trounce him he does. No effort. Well, some. But not as much as Narod uses to defend.

Sweaty, bleeding from a few scratches and a busted lip, my citrus mate gives me a soft reassuring growl when I loudly congratulate him. All my nervous and pent up energy giving outlet. “Oh my gosh! Look at that lip. You poor mate of mine!”

Narod pouts. “Ock, yes. Poor mate.” He grumbles. My eyes narrow on him and he raises his hands in a universal surrender. “Ay willnae garner yer ire, lass. But Ay cannae see how ye overlook me.” I roll my eyes at him. Although there aren't a whole lot of women, those that are single are fawning over him and cooing about his beautiful physique and his poor body being ruined by the chief.

‘Ruined’ by the chief. Jaedason didn’t break any bones. Although, Narod will likely have a scar on his left nostril, depending on his healing. His lip is bloodied and he too has many scratches upon his limbs. Stray claws and all. Probably a wounded pride. A couple of bruises.

Speaking of bruises. Green skinned bruises are not pretty. That sallow almost over ripened banana look humans get? It’s like that but times a thousand. I don’t understand how it could be times a thousand but they sure do manage it.

Jaedason hisses as he stretches. His bruises form like flowers in bloom. I cluck my tongue, my hands skimming the blotchy skin. “Jeeze. You guys don’t know how to hold a punch do you?”

U’snar snorts. My eyes narrow on the Orc and he smirks at me, winking from his seated position in our room.

Once finished with their verbal after fighting banter, we’d gotten our food delivered to the room, Narod took little Arawn for dinner since his highchair was delivered to the kitchens. We’ll have to order a second one that way the one in the kitchens can be used by any of the people in the mountain. I sigh. So much. So much needs to be done but I don’t even know where to start.

I wiggle my arms in an effort to shake off my melancholy; to my males looks of confusion. I’m sure they are chalking it up to me being from “aerth”. “Now, how am I supposed to do this again?” I ask. Jaedason is laying down tummy first, naked as a jaybird, on our bed/nest. I have found that it’s sort of a combination of the two. If I try to strip the extra comforters and pillows, not only will my mates get a bit upset, but they’ll also find or trade for new ones to see if I just somehow didn’t want the last batch anymore. U’snar’s room has essentially turned into storage at this point because of it. Just holding my extra bedding stuffs.

But, I’ve also found that I enjoy it quite a bit. Having a nest. It is soft and comforting and makes my insides feel warm and somehow protected. Like being wrapped in my mates arms at night.

“Well,” U’snar begins pointing at the container in my hand, “You need t’ take that ointment an’ rub it on his skin. It helps ‘he healing process.”

“Uh-huh.” I look at this big beast of a being and wonder how the fuck I’m supposed to get to all of him. I bite my lip and mull it over before shrugging and climbing on top of his back with a muttered apology. Truly, this is the only way I’ll be able to get to any of him. My cheeks flush as our naked flesh connects in the most nonsexual way. But that my body seems to hum in a very sexual way. I bite my lip in order to gain a choke hold on my horny emotions. I get that getting oil out of our daily clothes would be tedious but underclothes maybe? I mean… fuck I love his skin beneath mine.

I balance the container on his back and between my legs as I lean forward trying not to graze or brush myself against his bruised flesh. “Okay, I’m going to start now. Alright?” Jaedason murmurs a soft hum of assent. So, I start massaging the ointment into his skin and muscles. I’m no pro by any means and honestly, I don’t even know if I’m doing it right, but his moans of pleasure and soft growls seem to be telling me that I’m giving him some form of pleasure, if not relief. Therefore, I continue.

I move from his upper back down to his waist and lower back. My slick hands gliding over his poor bruised skin. “Is this okay?” I ask tentatively. Hoping I’m not hurting him. He nods after he moans. My pussy clenches as if begging him to notice me. “If you say so.” Again, I continue. The back of his arms and massage his humongous hands. His legs and feet. “Alright. Time to–

“Ach, no.” U’snar interrupts. “You forgot.”

“I didn’t–”I look at where he’s pointedly gesturing. “Oh my god it’s just an ass. He doesn’t even have a bruise on–Fine.” I grumble a red flush staining my cheeks and I give a half hearted massage slash fondling of his beautiful and firm ass. “Okay, now you can roll over.” As he does, I feel a fluttering in my tummy. For there, standing at attention is his massive prick.

“Start at his legs, Little Lost.” U’snar growls. And so I do. Legs, to hands, his arms and shoulders. Finally, I’m sitting on his chest, my sexual frustration mounting with every minute of slickened hands against his warm skin.

When I’m finally done with his delicious form and I’m about to hop off, Jaedason’s growl makes me whimper as it vibrates into me from my cunt up. Nipples peaked, I grit, “What?”

“You forget.” And to emphasize what I have forgotten, it thumbs my rump. I go to stand so that I can turn around and grab him. “Ach, no.” He grasps my hips. “You are slick enough.”

“What?” The gasp is startled from me as he bends his knees, pressing me down onto his chest, and pushes me onto his prick with a fierce thrust. I squeal with delight and surprise. “Fuck me that is so–oh god Jaedason.” My moan turns into a mewl.

The wet slap of our lower halves fills the air around us, as my nipples slip and slide deliciously against him. I can smell the lust and the haze of need around us. But not just from the two of us. I watch as the seated Orc across from us takes himself into hand as he watches his brothers prick be devoured by my creaming cunt. Just the sight of him, jerking his prick back and forth in time with his brothers thrusts, makes my head spin and my climax crash through me.

Jaedason strikes erratically within me; until finally, he lodges himself against the mouth of my womb and the spray from the head of him casts me into yet another orgasm. In the same instance, the head of U’snars prick jerks in his hand and sprays forward onto the floor. Something inside me whines.

Not at the mess. The fact that his seed was wasted.