Chapter 14
Clover
I take a long shower, thinking about everything, letting the warm water run down my body for quite a while before I finally turn it off.
I guess I’m getting used to wasting water. After my shower, I wrap myself up in a robe and walk down the hallway toward King Lix’tuk’s bedchamber.
He hasn’t turned out the lights yet. I hope that doesn’t mean I’ve kept him up waiting for me. I’m not sure why he would be.
As I get closer to the door, I feel a slight tingle between my legs. My body remembers what happened before I went to bed last night. The spanking hurt, but what he did after more than made up for it. I’ve never climaxed that hard. I didn’t even realize I could.
The door opens and King Lix’tuk is seated on the edge of the bed, just like he was last night, wearing a loincloth. There are two empty bottles of grog on the floor beside him and he’s holding a third. He’s still drinking. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t gone to sleep yet.
“Couldn’t find anything better to put on than a bathrobe?” he asks, sipping his grog.
“Um, I… I thought this is what I’m supposed to wear,” I reply hesitantly.
“I had your clothes put in the room next to the bathroom,” he growls. “Thought you’d find them.”
“Oh!” I say, my eyes widening. “I didn’t look in there, I’m sorry. I thought we were still waiting on them to arrive.”
“No, I’m the king. I don’t wait for anything. She sent more than just clothes,” he rumbles, then gestures to a burlap bag next to his feet. “But I suppose the bathrobe is fine for tonight. You can put it in the pile over there and lay across my lap.”
“You’re going to spank me again?” I swallow hard and look down. “But I already got my Reparations Penalty.”
“That penalty is paid, little human girl. Need I remind you that you spat coffee all over me this morning? I know you didn’t do it intentionally, but you’re still going to get a spanking for it,” he growls, patting his enormous thigh.
“It’ll help you remember to be more careful in the future.
After that, you get to see what’s in the bag. ”
I hesitate, watching as he gestures for me to disrobe and downs the rest of his grog. My bottom twitches, followed by another twitch in my core that doesn’t horrify me as much as it did earlier. I look at the bag nervously, wondering what could be in it.
My fingers move to the knot holding my bathrobe in place and I just let it fall to the floor. I kick it toward the pile, preserving some modesty with my hands. I don’t need the cool breeze to know I’m wet.
As I shuffle toward his waiting lap, I notice his loincloth is tented.
The sight of that sends a drop of arousal down my inner thigh.
I press them together to hide it as he reaches for me.
I don’t fight him at all. I let him pull me into his lap.
This time, he positions me directly against the bulge in his loincloth.
I feel a twitch against my hip, then his hand settles heavily on my back. I’m not going anywhere.
“This won’t be as bad as your Reparations Penalty,” he rumbles, groaning a little as I squirm against his erection. “And the more you do that, the quicker this will be over.”
I freeze, processing what he said. He wants me to rub against him. This may not just be about punishment. He’s had a lot of grog. The movie definitely stirred up a few things. If this is what he wants, or needs, I’ll… it could be a lot worse. There’s still a loincloth between us.
“Squirm, little human girl,” he growls, slapping my ass hard enough for me to squeal.
“Ow!” I kick my feet and squirm as the pain registers and some softer slaps come down, more like pats than actual punishment.
“Spitting coffee on a king,” he says, his voice more like a playful scold than anger. He pops my bottom several times. They sting, but they’re not painful. “Even your ancestors weren’t that foolish.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I mewl, rubbing against his cock, feeling it throb through the fur, like it’s caressing my hip.
“I bet those stains will never come out of my armor,” he grumbles, smacking my bottom a little harder.
“Aaiiyy! I’ll clean it!” I say, my hips moving in unison with the harder slaps that pepper my ass.
“That was understood,” he growls, smacking my inner thigh, his finger almost brushing my wet folds.
“You don’t have to spank me to make me squirm,” I whine, moving against him. “You could touch me like you did last night. I promise I’ll squirm the entire time.”
“Humans always put their needs first, don’t they?” he chuckles dryly, smacking my ass a few more times, then stopping. He lightly squeezes the heated flesh, caressing it. “Spread your legs.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I sniffle, not caring if he said it was unnecessary.
He moves his hand and I let my thighs part, gently grinding my hip against him as I beg for his touch like a human girl, lewdly displayed. I don’t even blush this time. The fire in my core is too hot and desperate.
I wait for a finger, but a second later, he slaps my folds and I squeal, jolting on his lap.
“Noooo! Aaahhh!” I wail, kicking and clawing at his lap, but his hand has me pinned in place. His other is still between my legs, and it keeps my legs open when I squeeze them together.
He doesn’t do it again, and that allows me to breathe.
“Calm down,” he rumbles, finger lightly caressing my folds. “Guess human girls don’t like that. Orc girls do.”
I grimace, groan, then relax my thighs. His finger is calloused, but his touch is almost like velvet against my wet skin. Much gentler than last night. He caresses my folds, teases my clenching entrance, and settles on my clit.
“You just caught me off guard,” I reply softly, moving against his cock while he sends ripples of pleasure through my core. “Just… warn me.”
“Why? Humans rarely listen to warnings,” he chuckles, his finger continuing those slow, maddening circles.
“I barely feel like a human after watching that movie,” I admit, feeling him twitch under the loincloth. “You treated some of your prisoners better than they treat us. Well… in the early part of the war.” We’re apparently chatting as I’m sprawled over his lap and he caresses my most private places.
“Still propaganda. Can’t believe everything you see, hear, or read,” he retorts, spreading me wider so he can see everything. He stares long enough for me to squirm again before he finally releases me. “Now, let’s see what is in the bag.”
He reaches down and picks up the bag, putting it on the bed beside him.
I watch nervously as he opens it and removes a collar.
The leather appears to be softer than the one I’ve been wearing, and there’s green velvet along the inside, which makes it a lot more comfortable when he puts it on my neck.
There are even a few gemstones near the metal ring on the front.
“Does that feel better than the other collar?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, turning my neck some. “It doesn’t chafe me as much.”
“Good,” he says, removing a leash from the bag and attaching it to my neck. “On your knees. Let’s see if you can walk like a proper pet now that you’ve got a proper collar and leash.”
I swallow against the velvet and slide off his lap, landing on my knees.
This is how pets walk? I can’t tell if he actually enjoys this or if he’s just humiliating me because he’s drunk.
Strangely, I don’t feel as humiliated as I should.
If he wants to keep me as a pet, it’s better than the life I used to have.
I’m also even wetter once I’m on my hands and knees with the collar around my neck and King Lix’tuk holding the leash.
King Lix’tuk stands up, holding my leash. He gestures for me to move, then he parades me around the room on my knees. He even makes me crawl across the bed a few times before he finally takes me back to the fur at the foot of his bed.
“We’re not done yet,” he growls, pulling me back across his lap with the leash as he sits down.
“Did I do something wrong?” I whimper.
“No, there’s just one thing missing to make you a perfectly proper pet,” he chuckles, his words slightly slurred.
Before I know what is happening, his fingers spread me open again. I groan as I feel the air caress my wet folds and bottom hole. A second later, I feel something warm and wet between my cheeks and squeeze them shut.
“No, no, little human girl,” he growls, forcing my bottom open again.
He reaches into the bag, and I see him pull out what looks like a tail. It’s long and the black fur looks similar to his loincloth. The smooth black base is several inches long and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to wear it until I feel pressure between cheeks.
“Wait! What? What are you doing?” I cry out.
“Just relax,” he growls, applying more pressure as he rubs the plug in his pooled saliva before pushing it slowly into my ass.
I groan from the pressure and the burning stretch. It’s not pleasant, and there is a lingering sting after my body adjusts to the intrusion. It not only feels strange inside me, but every time the pressure makes my muscles twitch, the tail swishes against my skin.
“Now let’s see if you can be my good little pet,” he says, pushing me off his lap and tugging my leash until I’m on my hands and knees again before he stands up, towering over me more than ever.
Once again, King Lix’tuk parades me around the room, giving me commands to wiggle my ass and prance for him.
I practice making the tail swish and sway for his pleasure.
I’m sure this is meant to be demeaning and humiliating.
Or maybe it’s just entertainment for him.
Something to keep his brilliant mind occupied while he drowns memories with grog.
I’m not entirely comfortable, but I don’t hate it.
Being turned into an entertaining pet for an orc king is better than facing his whip.
Gift? Pet? Does it even matter. This is my life now, and if he wants me to crawl around with a tail, then that’s what I’ll do.
He torments me by walking me around and making me follow a few commands.