Page 10 of Healed By the Orc

I squirmed again when he managed to wriggle his clever fingertips beneath the fabric of my panties. If I didn’t put a stop to this, he’d fly me into town soaked, and possibly with his fingers still inside of me. I had a feeling my orc had no shame when it came to that, and a wild streak a mile wide. I wasn’t quite ready for that, but when he flicked a fingertip over my clit, I jolted against him.

His cock was a thick, blazing hot brand against my lower back. I felt him outlined against my flesh even through my warm coat and my core spasmed on nothing as it remembered just how good he felt when buried deep inside of me. “That’s it, Hannah. We’re five minutes out. You can come that fast for me, can’t you?”

His tone held such a challenging note that, against my better judgment, I did not put a stop to this. I spread my legs for him and arched back against him. Fine, he could pleasure me, and then he could greet his village with a cock stand because we definitely didn’t have time for that. He laughed, “I like that smirk, devious mate. Now come.” His fingers flicked through my folds, then one thick digit pressed into my core.

The thrumming of his finger along my clit, the deep hum of the hovercycle beneath my thighs, and the protective heat of him; all of it was a heady combination. Add to that the thought that we could arrive soon and be discovered right in the act… That orgasm he wanted from me, it burst rapidly, spreading like wildfire through my limbs.

I was panting, a dull ache in my lungs with each breath I took. It scared me, but Blade kept insisting that I would be alright, and I wanted to believe that. Besides, how could I not feel happy when I was so pleasured and protected? When he seemed to savor every moment with me, I felt loved and like I was never going to be alone again. That was exactly what I’d dreamed of having one day.

“That’s my lass,” Blade drawled smugly as he gently freed his hand from my core, and then my pants. I saw him do it, wiping my wetness along his chest before he licked the last drops from his fingers. Heat stole into my face. Why did he do that? “Just making sure all the orc ladies know I’m taken,” he grinned while waggling his brows. That irreverent, playful look was back in his eyes, and I fought an answering grin that wanted to rise despite my mortification.

I wanted to tell him I didn’t appreciate that kind of flaunting, that was embarrassing, but he flew us down beneath the canopy of the huge trees at that moment and all words fled my mind. This wasn’t a town. I had been imagining quaint wooden cabins sitting around a village square or something, reminiscent of the tree house we’d visited, with only hints of their advanced technology.

This wasn’t that, though it was similar to the tree house. Mostly because the entire town was made up of tree houses, but they were each as different as the next. Some were cottages sat politely against the trunks of their tree, with mossy roofs and warm light spilling from the windows with flower boxes. Others were sleek and modern homes, and some were even more sci-fi with shiny silver roofs and solar panels.

Each building seemed connected by walkways that floated in the sky, suspended by absolutely nothing and lit up by jaunty, colorful lanterns. On the ground beneath the trees, shops and market stalls sat next to playgrounds and flower gardens. I could see through the trees the hints of glass buildings that were delicately placed around and beneath the trees, the greenhouses in which they grew their medicinal herbs.

“Woah, it’s so pretty,” I said, pressing a hand against my chest to ease my breathing. “Which house is yours?” I asked next, eagerly scanning the tall trees to discover if I could find it. Would he live in something modern or something old and cozy? What was his style? I found that I couldn’t predict it because Blade was never predictable.

“That one is ours,” Blade said with obvious pride, filling his tones as he circled around several trees to make a flyby. He pointed at something that was all gleaming wood, moss, vines, and flowers. It couldn’t be called a cabin, it was far too big for that and it defied all logic that it could hang there against the side of a towering tree and still blend in tastefully at the same time. It looked like a family home and then some. “Rover is at the office so much that the family home is pretty much empty. So it’s ours. Do you like it?”

Yeah, I did, but I couldn’t keep looking. The waving orcs quickly snatched my attention, smiling at us from walkways, front porches, and even the ground below where orclings and market visitors were playing and shopping. Blade took us down for a landing at what had to be the town square I had been picturing before, only it was round and the floor was moss and flower-strewn.

There, we were quickly surrounded by eager greeters, but two stood out the most. One was an older orc woman with thick gray hair and a bright smile as wide and free as Blade’s. The family resemblance was clear, even with her leathery, wrinkled skin. I would bet good money that this was his grandmother, a woman I’d learned had raised him and his brother and had ruled the clan with an iron fist for years.

She elbowed her way to the front with a loud cackle and yanked Blade and me into a warm, welcoming hug. “Ah, look at you, lass. What a pretty mate you found yourself, Blade! Come, we’ll take good care of you. Follow me!” She was already pulling me into the crowd of greeters, and while Blade was saying hi and slapping shoulders, I was whisked away.

My eyes lingered on the one other person that I’d instantly noticed in this crowd. A tall orc with a very dark expression, his brows lowered deeply over his brow, and his dark hair smoothed back neatly from his widow’s peak. That had to be Rover, the current clan leader, and Blade’s older brother. He was even wearing a suit, all neatly pressed and forbidding black. The two were night and day when they stood next to each other and shook hands in greeting.

Then Blade pulled Rover into a tight, backslapping hug and I caught sight of the hint of a grin on Rover’s face. Oh, yeah, there was that family resemblance, definitely brothers. “I am happy to see that one of my grandsons found his mate. But if anyone needs a mate, it’s that one. I fear he’ll never unbend if it doesn’t happen soon…” Blade’s grandma sounded forlorn for only a short moment. Then she grinned again and started urging me further along the mossy path. “Never mind that. Let’s get you taken care of so you can enjoy tonight’s festivities.”

She swept me into a small building at the foot of a tree, and I was transferred from a cozy, fantastical village straight into the future. The interior was all white and soft green, with glowing screens and high-tech machines surrounding a comfortable chair. It was the kind of chair you could veg out in, or even nap. The kind with a support for leaning back and raising your legs. Only this one was white, covered in buttery soft leather.

“I am Mina,” the woman said kindly as she assisted me into it. “And that’s Conquer, our best healer.” She pointed at a male standing against the back wall with his arms clasped behind his back. He looked nothing like a healer to me, or a doctor. He looked like Blade did, bulging with muscles and tattoos, down to the feral glint in his emerald eyes.

“Ah, you got started without me!” Blade announced as he barged into the building right behind us. “Con, good to see you are back!” The two orcs clearly knew each other, but the one that was supposed to be the doctor didn’t say anything, just slapped Blade’s shoulder in one of those manly greetings. I wasn’t sure what to think about all of this. The advanced machinery, robotic arms, and glowing screens did make me think they could actually do what Blade had promised.

It wasn’t until my orc mate snatched up my hand and came to hover protectively at my side that I relaxed into the seat. “Just lie back and close your eyes,” he said, “And then think about soft fluffy sheets and all the fun things we’ll get up to when I take you home.” To the sound of his husky laughter, and the amused cackling of his grandmother, the machines started their work.

I fell asleep in seconds because I trusted Blade would look out for me. When I woke up, everything would be different, a good different. It would be the start of the rest of my life, our lives, and I couldn’t wait for the adventures that would still be waiting for us.

Epilogue

Blade

My mate was fidgeting with the folded note she was carrying, nervous enough to make her face go pale. I knew what she feared; the stones wouldn’t work again, and she’d be left with her letter and her feeling of guilt. I wished I could assure her that it would work, but this was a gamble, a madly concocted idea in the middle of the night.

“You’re not nauseous, lass?” I said when I noticed her shift a hand to her belly to press it against the still-flat surface. After her healing, we’d shared the party my grandmother had organized, and then I’d bestowed her with the pretty gifts I’d asked her to arrange. That had followed a very wild, very pleasurable night, and the result had been the orcling now growing in her belly.

I couldn’t believe my fortune at how I’d gone from one lonely orc, just taking a ride to clear his head, to mated with a little one on the way. Hannah was right; it had happened fast, and I loved every minute of our adventure.

Pushing her hand away, I cupped her belly, hoping I could feel my offspring kick. I’d been doing that every day this week, but so far, no luck. Hannah said it was too soon. She was only four months along, but I knew my orcling would be strong.

“No, I feel fine. The morning sickness has passed,” Hannah said, twirling the envelope in her fingers. She pressed her free hand against my fingers on her belly and offered me a grin. “Let’s just get this over with. No point dawdling.” She slipped from my grasp with a laugh and danced out of the way to reach the mossy stones.

This was the faithful clearing where she’d claimed me as hers; we’d taken a slow three days to fly back to it so she could attempt to deliver her letter. I’d make the journey home with her in one afterward, so she could get back to town in time for the spring festival. Turns out, my Hannah was very good at planning events and she’d happily stepped into the role of my grandmother’s assistant as the town’s event organizer. I couldn’t be prouder of her, and how well she fit in.

I followed close on her heels, making sure she could not slip on the mossy rocks. Then we stood together as she pressed her letter against the stone. I felt like this was coming full circle. She had healed; what if the stones sent her home, rather than her note? With a sense of urgency striking me, I placed my hand over that envelope with her. The stones would have to take me too.

I loved my Hannah, and I loved the little orcling growing in her belly. I would go to the ends of the worlds and beyond to stay at their side.

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Hannah

The idea was crazy, conceived during a silly crying jag. I would have put it out of my mind, but Blade had insisted on doing it, on trying. I loved him for that. Just like I loved my life on Mirock and the future we were building together. It felt silly to risk the stones simply for a note to my cousin, but I knew I didn’t want to leave; the stones wouldn’t take me. At least, not according to orc lore.

Blade stood at my back, his arms around me. I felt safe, cherished, and I felt like I was home. He kept one palm spread over my belly, possessively hugging me to his hulking form and claiming his orcling at the same time. The other he cupped over my hand against the stone, like he was unwilling to let me go as far as an inch, in case I disappeared. I think he was more worried about that than I was.

“I wish,” I started awkwardly, and then I cleared my throat and continued with a firmer tone. “I wish that this letter finds my cousin. I wish she knows what happened to me so she doesn’t worry.” Neither of us truly expected anything to happen, or at least, I didn’t. So when the paper crackled beneath my fingertips, jolting me with a spark, I jerked back in surprise.

The paper fluttered through the air and then vanished like magic. Blade and I both stared, not uttering a single word. Then something fluttered in my belly, followed by a stronger flutter. A kick. It shouldn’t be possible, but this was an orcling. “Ah, lass…” Blade sighed. “Did you feel that? Our orcling is going to be strong.”

THE END

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