Page 5 of Healed By the Orc

Rover was a very suspicious son of a bitch. He always made sure our clan homes were kitted out with the newest safety features. That went for the safe houses scattered throughout our territory, too. I just needed them to lose their visual line of sight on me, and then I could still take her to my intended destination. The stream had been just outside of the Ironheart lands, but now I determinedly swung back into it. The stones were on the border, and we’d been traveling along it, but a few hours extra to our travel time wouldn’t matter.

“Hang on tight, my lovely little human. I’ll take care of this.” It was gratifying when she clung trustingly to my arms, no sound leaving her lips as I sent my bike soaring and tumbling through the sky and dipping in and out of the woods. They were on the ground, moving much slower than we did, and soon we’d outrun them.

Chapter 7

Hannah

I felt like I’d barely recovered from my coughing bout when the world went a little crazy around me. Oddly enough, I felt completely safe in Blade’s capable hands. He had not guided me astray yet, and he’d proven how amazing he was at steering that hover bike thing through the trees. Of course, I had all that faith only because I hadn’t realized yet what exactly was chasing us.

Minotaur. I wasn’t quite sure why, but my mind had a lot harder a time accepting that those were real. Orcs still looked mostly human. Blade had long pointed ears that he’d liberally decorated with silver piercings. His skin was green, but other than that, only the tusks that stuck from his luscious mouth made him different. A difference that he’d already shown to me didn’t matter when it came to kissing. My pulse sped up just thinking about the smoldering make-out sessions he’d seduced me with.

These overlords were something else, though. They were huge, even compared to the orcs seen running alongside them. With thickly muscled legs and big hooves for feet, long cow-shaped tails whipping behind them, and chests so big they put bulls to shame. The horns that topped their bull heads were massive and so sharp-looking, too. They were terrifying to behold, and utterly inhuman and alien.

I clung to Blade’s chest and gazed down into the woods and behind him for any sign, any hint. They were still racing after us. They were on foot now, but I’d seen the silver glint of something even further back once. A vehicle of some kind that would swoop in to move them faster to where we were if they needed it. What options did we have? Blade was risking himself by helping. It didn’t sit right with me, even if I wanted nothing more than for him to stay by my side. I didn’t know what I’d do without him. Flounder through those woods until I collapsed, and they caught me, most likely.

When I hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse for some time, Blade slung his flying motorcycle down into the woods again. In silence, we flew for a long time beneath the verdant canopy of the trees. I was extremely grateful that he’d taken a moment to grab that blanket, despite those scary overlords approaching. It kept me warm, and soon I felt drowsy from the gentle motion of the bike, too.

I hadn’t been sleeping well for a while now, my mind troubled with my health and my impending death, according to the doctors. In Blade’s arms, it was easy to forget all that and just linger in the protection he offered. It even felt like I was with someone who cared, someone willing to put his own life in danger to keep me safe. It was a heady feeling, and I was smiling as I slumbered.

“We’re there, lass,” Blade murmured against my ear, and I roused sleepily and blinked into his dark brown eyes with their otherworldly gold sparks. Where? I had a faint recollection of him talking to me during the journey; explaining where we were going. But I had not registered much of it. He knew it from my confused expression and his ever-present smile grew bigger, his dimples flashing at me.

“This is one of the many Ironheart safe houses scattered throughout our territory. It is safe. My brother has sensor scramblers installed everywhere. They won’t be able to track you here.” I lifted my head to look around at this safe house and gaped when I realized we were still hovering midair, right next to a giant tree.

A house sat among the massive branches, or rather, a small, cozy cabin. It was dark inside, but there was just enough daylight left that filtered through the leaves above to illuminate it. Round windows, a curved door with a gleaming brass doorknob. The door sat on a small wooden landing with just enough space for Blade to park his flying motorcycle. The house nestled against the thick trunk of the tree like a birdhouse, with its entire roof covered in lush thick moss. It blended, it looked cute, and I instantly imagined what it might be like to live in a tree.

The interior was a little cramped for Blade, but still felt spacious to me. It was a single room, one corner partitioned off with a beautifully lacquered and hand-carved room divider. There was a big fluffy bed and a kitchen against the wall, some chairs, and a small wooden table as round as the windows. It was cozy and warm inside, and when I followed Blade’s lead and kicked off my boots, my feet sank into something that wasn’t quite a carpet. It was more like a thick, spongy moss, but dry and warm at the same time.

“Wow, this place looks amazing. Are you sure we’re safe here for the night? Don’t you have a family to return to?” The words rushed nervously from my tongue as my eyes took note once again of the big fluffy-looking bed. I had this sneaking suspicion that Blade would insist we share that, and the way my belly fluttered told me I was not opposed to the idea.

He was dropping his saddlebags on the table and had his back turned to me. In the warm lamplight inside the cabin, the shadows played lovingly over his muscled physique and the intriguing tattoos that covered him. I couldn’t help it. He was just so sexy and I was extremely drawn to him. That was bad; I shouldn’t get attached, shouldn’t let him get attached to me. It wasn’t fair.

“Yes, and no. No family. I’m exactly where I want to be,” he declared, and the smoldering look he cast over his shoulder left no room for doubt. I suddenly knew that he was going to pull out all the stops tonight. Maybe I should give into that for once, walk on the wild side and all that. Just once before this stupid disease claimed me.

He made us a quick meal of reheated stew he’d pulled from a container in his bags, then livened it up with fresh herbs that grew on the windowsill. Afterward, he urged me to take a nice warm shower behind the room divider, and he offered up another of his shirts for me to sleep in. That all seemed so normal, and like he wasn’t planning on ravaging me at all. I was on pins and needles, tingling with excitement by the time I exited the shower unit. He wasn’t going to just pretend to be a stranger now, was he?

When I’d curled up under the blankets, he’d already slipped behind the beautifully carved divider for his own turn under the water. But I couldn’t sleep, aroused and confused at the same time. I tried to focus my mind on more important things, like reaching those stones he’d mentioned tomorrow so I could try to go home. In the cozy warmth of the cabin, I was starting to wonder why I even wanted to leave. Blade was right, there was nothing waiting for me on Earth. Nothing at all.

Chapter 8

Hannah

When the shower cut off, all my thoughts stilled and centered on one thing only. Blade had turned down some lamps, and now I realized what a show I was getting through the divider. Some parts were semi-transparent and I could see his body silhouetted as he dried himself. The curl of his thick biceps, his swimmer’s trim body, and then I gasped when he turned and his cock cast a shadow. A huge shadow, and definitely erect.

“Liking the show, my sweet little Hannah?” he asked with a low, husky drawl. My nipples perked into diamond-hard points at the sound and I felt my core spasm with a sharp lance of pleasure. It was so naughty and illicit to be stealing a glance like that, and then to get caught in the act? He groaned loudly, “Yeah, you do.”

I didn’t know how he could tell that from all the way over there, but heat scalded my cheeks because he was right. At least he didn’t seem to expect an answer, my tongue was all tied up in knots. Add a dry mouth to that; he stepped out from behind the divider, completely nude and unabashed about it.

Golden light painted his green skin around the side, illuminating his impressive pecs and six pack. It dipped along those V-shaped lines along his hips, down to the shortly cropped dark hair from which his thick cock rose. His cock was a beautiful, dark green bar with silver glinting at the tip: piercings. Of course, he had his dick pierced. After the tattoos and the many rings in his ears, I shouldn’t be surprised.

“You didn’t think I had forgotten about you, did you?” he drawled as he crossed to the bed and placed one of his knees on the edge. The bed dipped, and I rolled toward him with a squeak, my breathing already quickening from my excitement. I shook my head at him, eyes wide. I was no virgin, though it had been a while, but I felt like that under his ardent gaze.

His dark eyes were not so dark in this light. They sparkled with gold light, and felt like they burned a path along any of my exposed skin. Then he fisted the blanket and started pulling with a smirk. “It’s like revealing a present,” he growled. “A gift just for me. Are you going to let me unwrap you, my pretty lass?”

When I nodded again, he gave the blanket a final yank and growled when he discovered that I was as naked as he was. I’d slipped off his shirt once I’d crawled under the blankets, determined not to let myself back out of this. I knew I would regret it forever if I didn’t take what Blade had to offer. “I thought I’d have to convince you, but you’re all ready for me, aren’t you, lass?”

His hands felt rough against my skin, the perfect kind of calloused abrasiveness that sent all my nerves tingling. He palmed one ankle and pulled, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Then he slid both of his hands in a caress along my calves, up along the outside of my thighs while his thumbs pressed close to the crease of my hips, to my core. “So pretty, and you smell so good,” he murmured.

I had eyes only for his cock, which rose in front of me, eagerly aiming toward my core. It was huge, and a set of silver bars crossed at the base of the thick, mushroom-shaped head. Bumps rose along the thickly veined shaft, and from his dark nest of pubes, a second appendage protruded, something that curled and moved like an extra finger, or a tentacle.