Chapter Ten
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Jasmine
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I honestly have no idea what I'm doing or whether this new life I'm living is real. I mean, how can it possibly be real, right?
But my adventure continues. I started with three orcs in my house, then learned I was fated to be an orc mate, and got my brains fucked right out of my skull—I may have gone in a virgin and come out with a lifetime of experience in twenty-four hours—now I'm their bride, and I'm still not sure if this is a fever dream.
Oh, and my birthmark—my heartfire sign—seems to have reset back to a comfortable spot, at the three mark. All they had to do was claim me as theirs before that one moon was engulfed in darkness. Guess I'm not dying... as long as I stay here, though.
It's now been ten days since I first arrived here. Not once did I think about home. Well, not that there's anything back home anyway. I may have told them I have plenty of mates when I thought "mates" meant "friends," but I lied.
Penny is my only friend, and she's too busy with her family to notice I haven't checked in yet. I'll have to find a way to let her know I'm okay, though.
Oh, and the other thing I left home: a mafia crime lord who will kill me on a whim if he so decides. What kind of life would I live, always on the lookout for when I'm going to be taken out?
I'm just an ordinary, average girl trying to make it to old age.
But I'm not really just an ordinary, average girl right now.
I'm an orc wife. It's not like we had a wedding or anything. I gave them tusks; they give me pleasure and protection from the elements.
And man, are there elements. Everything can kill and will kill me if given a chance. Their land is so desolate, barren, hard, and dry. The curse the warlock laid on the orcs of Kraukug is just so sad and breaks my heart.
Their elder couldn't save everyone, so he saved the bloodlords, the royalty of Kraukug, and hoped for the best.
I also learned the reason they couldn't grow anything and instead lived off something that looked like flour, which they turned into tasteless bread, was because of a pest problem.
Except the pests are giant things that look like bears and would eat anything that grew from the ground. For all the power and strength of the orcs—I know they could fight off those pests with their bare hands—fighting them was not a solution. They multiplied at an obscene rate, apparently.
But now, with their tusks grown in, those same pests cower down and scamper away, never to return again.
I've learned to understand these orcs too.
And asked a question I should have asked much sooner.
How are they able to speak English? Their elders taught them the language, apparently.
Humans are considered a threat to them and their war stance is to learn everything about the enemy especially the language in which they communicate. Lucky for me, I guess.
Alexander showed me the lay of the land and how to plant things. His patience is legendary, and when my first shoot started to show, he said I was gifted, and I beamed the whole day long.
I love gardening. What? It's amazing how everything grows within days here in Kraukug. I planted potatoes and carrots the other day and had a bounty to pick from today. I call them potatoes and carrots because they look like potatoes and carrots, except both are green and, thankfully, edible.
Marquis does nothing but tease me, pushing my boundaries day in and day out. But he's a master in the kitchen, and he taught me how to make salves and tend to the many cuts and wounds they get from just one day on their land.
Tristian teaches me how to fight. He has no patience, and we end up fighting ourselves. He's convinced I'm going to encounter a creature and be killed if I don't know how to defend myself. I do love annoying him, though.
I wear the dresses I was gifted, all neatly laid in a coffer made of rough-spun cloth and completely shapeless.
My shoes are boots, similar to the ones my orcs wear. I haven't thought once about my shoes back home.
I've just set the table for dinner. Tonight we're having stew made with potatoes and carrots. I also love my routine. I'm getting way too cozy here in this fantasy world. I don't want to wake up.
The door swings open, and in step my orcs. Somehow they're more rugged, sexier, and more everything. My gaze slides down their bodies, still damp from the bath they take in the grotto before coming in for dinner.
They've made me come so many times, and it's never enough. I drop the dish towel and make a charge for them, jumping into their arms and letting them have their way with me. It happens every night.
Marquis carries me to the bedroom then lifts me up onto his lap so that my back is against his chest, my pussy spread wide by the sheer girth of his body, and my legs hanging over each of his thighs.
He's placed me in the gap between his stomach and his extraordinarily thick cock, trapping me to him; the incredible weight of his shaft against my open pussy locks me in. He's so big; the length and thickness of his cock covers nearly all of my stomach.
"Rub yourself against my cock, mate," he growls in my ear.
Dear god. Heat spreads from my cheeks to the rest of my body.
My nipples harden. My lips tingle. My clit pulses.
Tristian and Marquis, naked as well, pump their cocks as they watch me, their gazes traveling from my lips to my breasts to my parted legs, where my pussy is completely shadowed by Marquis' enormous girth.
I'm so hot I might pass out. His cock becomes sticky with the deluge of wetness streaming from me.
I move up and down, catching my favorite vein on his shaft, the one he can make pulse whenever I slide my open pussy against it.
I swallow a gulp of air, feeling my greed grow. Mindlessly, I wrap my hand around the head of his cock, using him like a lever against me, pressing him closer, teasing my clit.
Tristian and Marquis bring their cocks to my mouth and suck furiously on them, as if I'm dying and the ribbons of pre-cum seeping from them are my lifeblood.
I twirl my tongue around them and shudder when they tap my swollen lips to open wider.
My jaw aches in the most delicious way. I never want it to stop.
My franticness to come builds and explodes as an orgasm pours from me all over Marquis' cock.
He reaches between my thighs, pulls his cock away from me, and parts my folds before he gently places the hot boulder that is his length inside me, but too soon he removes himself. I cry in frustration, but then Tristian takes his place and impales my pussy in one swift motion.
My shuddering body spins out of control when Marquis lifts me and plants his wet cock into my ass, my body so conditioned to grant them full entry now.
Alexander stands toward the side of Tristian, then guides the head of his thickness to my clit. My body knows what's going to happen. Deviant thrills rush through me.
Alexander sucks my clit up into the slit on the head of his cock and squeezes. My eyes roll back into my head. Marquis and Tristian spare me no reprieve as they fuck me roughly.
All three of them are so huge, I feel as if I'm drowning against them.
Alexander captures one of my bouncing breasts and sucks as hard as his cock sucks on my clit. I'm going to come with so much abandon I might never be the same again.
"And this is what you're doing?"
For a moment, I think I may have said that, but no, it isn't me.