Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
As I drive the iron spikes through the first timber, holding it in place, the vibration of each blow trembles up my arm and into the knotted muscles of my neck. When this structure is complete, I will not stay here. I will sell this to another member of the clan and move as far down this subdivision street or back to my old structure in camp until this erection problem resolves.
I will go see the medicinal healer if necessary. There must be a cure for an unmated rising cock in the history of our people because this is no way to live.
I let myself become lost in the work, the hard blows of the hammer, the pounding noise as I smash the spikes harder and harder, willing that fucking distracting scent to leave me alone, and yet, somehow, hating the very idea that it might.
There is a buzzing inside my head as I work, the muscles in my shoulders burning as my temples pound along with the cadence of my hammer. Harder, harder, faster, faster, until there’s another pounding inside my head and I’m sure I am on the verge of losing my mind.
“Tigor!” Mol stands in the cooking area of the structure where I’ve already torn out the human kitchen and replaced it with barrels and thick shelves as expected in an orc home.
“What?” I grunt, slamming the spike through the timber as I pant, sweat beading on my brow.
“There is someone knocking.” Raven points toward the front door.
“Orcs don’t knock,” I counter as Raven raises her eyebrows in agreement on a shrug.
Mol comes to stand at my side, it is now well past mid-night and someone coming to knock in this mostly abandoned neighborhood smells like trouble. Mol nods toward the door, reaching out to fist a long metal pry bar as I move to flank him as I reach for the knob.
“Back.” He points at Raven. “Call for Oran and Athaan. Go, now!”
A new, harder pounding on the front door snaps my attention back as the straps down my leg tighten unmercifully against my cock and I feel a warmth dripping down the inside of my calf.
“I know you’re in there!” A female voice echoes through the living space and into my core. “I can hear you. Like I’ve heard you for a week! No one can sleep with you over here—”
I tug the knob without thought, instinct like fire in my veins as I swing open the door and the world turns upside down.
The earth is moving under my feet as I look at the small female from next door standing less than an arm’s length from me. Her scent overtakes me. Overpowers me as I hear nothing but the racing blood in my ears. Her face is red, eyes the color of the dark mead narrowing as angry little lines furrow her forehead.
“I’ve put up with your banging and sawing and growling as long as I’m gonna. Now, keep it the heck down! People are trying to sleep.”
Mol stands wide-eyed to my left, staring at me, pry bar in hand as vague sounds come from behind me but my focus is on her.
“I—” My mouth turns dry, the words choking in my throat as pulsing blood drives down into my erection until I almost double over. “I—”
Before I can finish, there’s a snap and metallic ping. Then another ping and the pain in my cock lessens for the first time in days.
“What the—” The female in the doorway ducks as half a metal buckle flies out from under my kilt, bounces on the floor and hits her in the chest.
“Uh oh…” Raven says before I see her step into my vision, eyes squinted, hands on her cheeks. “We got some big dick energy going on here.”
Another snap of metal and another broken buckle lands between my feet. The relief washes through me as my mating cock wrestles with the final strap of resistance, snapping it and sending the buckle it in two pieces onto the floor between me and the female at the door.
“Mol,” Raven says as she grabs his arm, looking down at the front of my kilt.
“What the hell!” The human female looks to Raven, then back to me. “Is that…holy sheets! It is! Big dick energy, orc style!”
I drop my hammer, look at the ceiling and let out a roar as my cock and I both heave a sigh of relief.
Chapter
Two
Emmie
The sting from where that errant buckle nicked my chest is right over my heart, which is about to crack through my chest wall.
I cross my arms over the System of a Down t-shirt I nabbed from a street vendor in town a few weeks ago. It’s older than me and the fabric is precariously thin but right now, the way my nipples are tingling and hardening into peaks, I’m grateful it’s even trying to cover the effect this enormous green being is having on me.