Twins for the Wild Orc

I couldn’t envision a modern human woman wanting to live with a monstrous-looking wild orc on the edge of the wild zone. Every wilder in my tribe is either unmated or a single father. It is a sad situation. Many regular orcs live on the commune with a human Bride who lives at their hearth, feeds them home-cooked meals by hand and loves their sons.

I am jealous.

Many modern orcs, like my cousin Alden, have migrated and now live amongst the humans in their communities. Alden Overlook is an example of a wild orc who taught himself over time to act modern and eventually he found a female who accepted him. She lived next door to him, and she didn't have to leave and come to the commune to stay with him.

But I ca

A year ago, I went on a business trip by myself, trying to be mindful of my effect on humans. I was supposed to go with Rogan, but my father’s Bride fell and broke her ankle, and he needed to drive his mate down the hill for medical care. I wanted to stay or reschedule but my father sent me alone because he called the negotiations “low risk.” And it’s always better to go out amongst humans alone or in groups of two. Anything else can ignite a mob.

I drove a truck past the towns I knew and onto freeways and to Bangor.

For the first time ever, I was taking an overnight trip out in the human world. I ended up at a place called a hotel. There were the requisite gasps of fear when I stepped out of the truck. Screams echoed from small children and senior citizens when I walked into the lobby. I tried to ignore these humans and made sure I offered a smile and tried to appear non-threatening. I simply checked in and asked for the key and paid. Luckily, they knew an orc was checking in and this was an orc-friendly establishment.

I went to the meeting that same day in a tall building. It went well. I negotiated favorable terms for the continued boundaries of the land of our commune. I am an expert in orc law, and even though I look wild I am highly articulate in both ancient orc and human speak; this is why I was sent.

That evening I walked past a place called a bar.

I'd heard of these establishments but had never been inside one. A pint of ale sounded wonderful before hitting my bed. Tomorrow I would return to the commune. I made a fateful detour into that quiet, half-empty hotel bar, hoping to find a pint of orc ale. And immediately found a lone human female seated nearby.

She was simply the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. Long, thick brown hair. Sparkling blue eyes. A slender, curvy figure, but not too delicate. She wore a black dress and fancy shoes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

I’d met many human females over the years and none of them affected me the way this female did. A few young unmated female lawyers had worked alongside me at the meeting with the government and again, nothing but professional discourse.

I was drawn to this female’s scent and the sound of her voice. I should have run back to my room immediately the moment I realized I was reacting abnormally to this particular female. But the moment I inhaled her scent I was already too far gone. The scent doesn't lie.

I have heard it told that a male can have more than one female match in his life, but it has never been documented that there is more than one at the same time. A male latches on to one female until her death or if she has chosen to leave for so long that eventually over many years her scent fades from that male's body, from his mind and from his senses to the point where it leaves room for another to replace it.

I sat down next to her and expected to hear the requisite human scream. Maybe she'd get up and move away. I began to entertain ancient thoughts of kidnapping and carrying her away by her hair. I could throw her in my truck and take her to my cabin in my commune and fill her with my sons. And in time, after I pleasured her so often, she’d realize that she wanted to stay. I was amazed at how quickly these ridiculous, primitive thoughts entered my mind. But none of my chase receptors clicked and had to be pushed away, because luckily it was not the dark of winter and I could remain sane.

She moved closer and gazed at me with heat, her arousal thick in the air between us.

After this shocking realization that this female wanted me, the Wild Orc with tall horns and hair so long I had it tied up on the top of my head, I was all-in. The mug of ale was ignored and all I wanted was to strip her bare and sink inside of her heat.

Soon she was so close her thigh brushed mine and her forearm touched mine. She looked into my eyes and purred, “Let's go to your room.”

Of course, I said yes. I'm not a fool.

She attacked me in the elevator, pushing me back against the wall and basically climbing me, moaning with desire. I lowered my face, and she captured my lips.

It was my first kiss.

We ended up in my room and I did strip her bare, trying my best to not tear her clothes. Her bare breasts, soft stomach and curved hips caused my shaft to harden and leak. I lost my virginity that night and did my best to fill her with my seed again and again.

I made sure she constantly screamed with pleasure. I was much larger than her, but I worked hard to make sure she was always wet and ready to take my shaft with ease. Finally, I passed out next to her, with my female in my arms, assured she was satisfied, bred and mated. The next morning, I would discuss and explain her move to the commune.

But I awoke the next morning alone in my room, with her long gone, and roared with rage.

I ran half-naked down to the lobby and demanded to know who she was, but no one would tell me, or they didn't know. Because I didn't know her name, nor did I know what room she was staying in. I didn’t even have her cell number.

Had that been her plan all along?

How could I have been so enthralled to have not acquired this basic knowledge? I bred a female whose name I didn’t know, nor did I pause to tell her my own name or what commune I lived on. My trust was that strong. My mind and body that certain that she was my Bride and that she felt the same about me.

I felt I'd been tricked and made a fool.

Had it been a human scam?

The reason why I had acquiesced so easily was because I could smell her arousal too. I knew she felt the same as I did. Why then would she leave?

But this has happened before to many, many a male. I am not the first nor will I be the last. What I'd most feared ended up happening. An orc’s fear is to end up a single father. This is common, as to almost be expected. The worst fear of all, is that a female would run away and not leave the son with the father. And that is what happened to me.

It can't be said she didn't leave me because I kidnapped her, dragged her by the hair or did any of the stereotypical things my ancestors have done. But I must have done something wrong because she didn't stay, and the worst part is she has taken my son with her. Maybe as a human she didn’t understand orcs don’t pleasure mate, we only mate with our Brides in order to fill them with our seed and see their stomach swollen with a son. It is instinctual. I thought she knew that I was breeding her, but maybe she didn’t know? I was so far gone I never explicitly told her I was giving her my son.

Kidnappings have always happened since ancient times. Males took human females into dark caves, far from revengeful mobs of humans with pitchforks and torches, and kept the female long enough to give birth and only then allowed the choice of leaving. I refuse to kidnap a female. My father ba