The Orc #2
But I can't let it go. It bothers me that things don't add up. My mouth, with a mind of its own, keeps prodding. "It's just, you always talk of their destruction, but no one's ever actually said—"
"Be quiet, stupid girl!" Devis snaps. Other elders chime in, and Ergo, with Skyler wrapped in his arms, shoots me a look, silently encouraging me to stop talking. So I do.
When the sun fully sets and the sky bruises purple, and the mood around the fire has lifted, I excuse myself without a single person noticing.
In my tent, I crawl under my furs and listen to the sounds of laughter filtering in through the thick leather walls; to the tales of men fighting orcs, saving the women and children from certain death.
Tales of blood and gore and mayhem. Stories that have been told so many times, I could repeat every word.
But are the orcs really as violent as the elders claim? I've seen the tracks myself. I know they are big and powerful. What stopped them all these years from coming into our village?
Maybe I am as foolish as they say. I'm lying here, listening to these violent stories, and my mind still wanders carelessly.
Here in the dark, alone and under the covers, I can let myself think those inappropriate thoughts, of forbidden things. The same things that have been teasing my brain and body all day long, ever since I saw the tracks this morning. The same things that would surely have me excommunicated.
It's all I can think about. The orcs. And how big they must be.
Most of us cycled through each other, some more than others. And although most of our village finds me off-putting, I still have plenty of nightly visitors.
But lately, I've needed to ward off the attention. Maybe I'm just getting older, and still not finding my place here is weighing on me. It's not that I don't want sex. I do, I always do. That's part of the problem. I've yet to find anything that satisfies me.
More. Bigger. Fuller.
My mind circles back again, to the thing I should not be thinking.
If the footprint I saw earlier today was anything to go by, I knew there was no way I could ever actually fuck an orc. It wouldn't just split me in half—it would be a complete physical impossibility.
And yet...
And yet, I can't stop thinking about orc cock.
Were they ugly? Strangely shaped? As massive as I imagined?
The thoughts swirl, keeping sleep elusive. It doesn't help when Skyler sneaks back into our tent with Ergo. They don't even try to be quiet. Eventually, I'm too tired to ignore the pull of sleep. The last thing I remember is the rustling of furs, skin slapping, and Ergo's guttural grunts.
Having no real interests or skills, the elders collectively decided to give me the job of foraging.
According to Devis, it's one thing even I can't fuck up.
And since I share sleeping quarters with Skyler, and she's never seemed as bothered by me as others, I've followed her lead over the last year, learning about mushrooms and berries.
What to pick, when to leave them to ripen.
This morning, though, she excitedly told me that the elders had asked her to stay home and continue working on a long-term plan for gathering food, in case we lose the north to the orcs. But we always travel in pairs, and the other foragers had already left to scout the new locations.
Skyler gave me clear instructions, but I would be alone today. She seemed a little concerned that I wouldn't have anyone with me, but I assured her I would be fine and tried not to take it too personally that I was the only person leaving camp alone.
The sun shone through the canopy as I followed the trail, casting patterned shadows on the forest floor. I kept getting distracted, finding a bunny, and then a fox, following them into the brush before remembering I had to keep to task.
In my arms, I swung a woven basket, one I didn't make, so its form was round and deep, perfect for foraging.
I tried to pay attention, searching for the telltale signs of wild berries.
It took some time before I confidently identified a patch.
Carefully, I knelt, examining the leaves, just to triple-check they weren't the poisonous kind.
I once accidentally collected an entire basket worth of poisoned berries, but luckily I had Skyler with me and she noticed before we returned to camp. It was better to come home empty-handed than with berries that could kill you.
I plucked only a few from each bush, leaving plenty for the birds, just as Skyler instructed.
It's barely mid-morning. Despite the dense forest, the sun already felt thick and hot in the air, and it was like walking through a blanket of humidity. I thought longingly of the waterfall at the tip of our northern trail.
And of the orc's tracks.
I'm all alone out here in the middle of the forest. No one would know if I went north. I haven't been gone that long yet. It wouldn't take much time to backtrack and still collect berries along the way. There's even a promising mushroom grove we found a few days ago but didn't have time to explore.
I should keep going, following Skyler's map. That's what she would want me to do. What the elders, what Devis expects of me.
I take a few steps. Pause. A few more.
And then I look down at the handful of berries in my basket. A familiar hollowness settles in my chest, my shoulders slumping with the weight of insecurity. If Skyler were with me, we'd have full baskets by now. We'd be on our way back to camp to drop them off before venturing out for more.
Why can't I pay attention? Why can't I focus on the task at hand without getting sidetracked?
I take another step. My mind and my heart are at war, one part urging me not to do anything stupid that will get me kicked out of our village, sent to live alone in the forest to fend for myself.
But the other part of me thinks: would that be so bad?
A few more beats, and then I give up all pretense of foraging, and I'm walking north. Like magic, my mind stays focused as I cut through the woods, searching for the orc tracks.
Every single step thrills me. This is reckless. If the elders found out, they might never forgive me for this transgression.
But the temptation is too strong to resist. I search for over two hours until I'm back on familiar terrain, a few miles north of camp, close to our usual trails.
And that's where I find it—the subtle depression in the forest floor, broken twigs and branches…
the footprint. It's just as big as I remembered.
A surge of excitement rushes through me as I stare down at the tracks.
It's not that I had expected to find an orc, but as I stand there, alone, with nothing but forest creatures to witness my insanity, I let my mind wander to the forbidden, just as it had in bed last night.
The mere thought, the fantasy of finding a male that big, has me practically shaking, pressing my legs together, squeezing my pussy to stave off the empty need building inside me with every step I take.
Why wasn't I satisfied, like the others?
Why did I need more?
Why could a man like Tika or Ergo not give me what I needed, when every other woman they bedded slept satisfied beside them each night?
I follow the tracks for a few yards, not really thinking about where I'm headed or why.
I actively ignore the array of emotions that accompany the excitement: shame for disobeying the elders, for putting my own selfish needs before my community.
But I can't deny the feeling inside me that grows brighter with each step I take.
I don't actually want to find an orc, I tell myself. The thrill of knowing it exists, that it's so close to me, is enough.
The tracks lead further north, and after a short time, the sound of running water has me slowing until the steps disappear completely, nearing the edge of a cliff.
The waterfall is the furthest my people usually venture. The light breaks through the clearing, the afternoon sun beating down heavily, but with the water nearby, there's a light breeze, and it's less humid than under the canopy of the forest trees.
I lean over the edge of the cliff carefully, listening to the roar of the water churning below. The orc is long gone, or if he's not, there's no way I can follow him down below.
Disappointment pinches my chest. Which is stupid.
I shouldn't have even come this far. Truly, I didn't actually expect to find an orc.
But, I'd gotten so worked up with excitement, the blow that this idiotic fantasy of mine will never actually lead to anything has me slumping to the ground. Under the shade of a broken, weather-beaten tree, I sit, listening to the waterfall, contemplating how boring my life is going to be.
I'm destined to have unfulfilling sex, forage for berries and mushrooms, listen to my bunkmate get railed by the same guy I fucked three weeks ago, for the rest of my life.
Uncharitable thoughts fill me with shame.
Worst of all, my body responded so intensely to the large tracks that my pussy is still aching with need. I can feel how slippery I am, and I haven't touched myself in days. I stare at the berries in the basket, half-full because I'm the village fuck-up.
I need to orgasm. I need a release, to cleanse my mind and body, then get the fuck out of here. Then I need to regroup and find a way to be satisfied like everyone else.
Closing my eyes, taking in the sound of the water, the whir of wind through the leaves, I bend my knees, lean against the tree at my back, and slip my hand beneath my shift.
My fingers are cool, the sensation against my hot, soaking wet core a pleasant contrast. I dip my finger into the pooling slick, breaking the seal of my pussy, breath hitching when my fingertips graze my clit.
I circle the bud, slowly at first, teasing out the pleasure, doing my best to ignore the tugging disappointment that I'm all alone, and still empty.