Epilogue

SITA

T hough the winter is cold, it passes surprisingly quickly when you spend as much of it in bed as we do. I can’t get enough of Gurrek, and he’s just as addicted to me.

“Look at how lovely you are when you take my cock,” he murmurs, clutching me close as he strokes in and out of me, my body still stretched to its limit. Then he likes to sit back on his knees and look at where we’re connected, running his fingers over my spread lips, rubbing my clit as he takes his time to nurse my finish out of me. He is an attentive lover, always searching for new ways to bring me pleasure. Gurrek even commissions a phallus from the potter so he can lie down and stroke it inside me while I suck his cock deep into my throat.

Ever since our first time, he hasn’t brought up the topic of younglings again. He also doesn’t spend his seed inside me, and I wonder what he’s waiting for but decide not to press. I’m happy having him all to myself as it is, and I’m not yet ready to share.

I explain our situation to Merka, who suggests visiting the village apothecary. He carries a kind of leaf I could chew that ought to help, just in case.

I work hard at learning and perfecting my craft, weaving simple designs in blankets and scarves and then selling them alongside Merka’s wares. She’s proud of how much progress I’ve made, but I still learn new things from her every time we work together. I have much to perfect.

In the afternoons, I continue helping in the forge and delivering Gurrek’s orders, learning even more about the other orcs who live in our village. Some evenings I visit Lassa, and once, she even takes me hunting with her—but I’m too clumsy and loud, and I scare off all the wildlife before she can even let off an arrow.

She simply chortles, calling me an elephant, and gives me beer and cider until I’m stumbling home into Gurrek’s arms.

Soon the days grow longer and warmer. There are more sunny afternoons, and just as many rainy ones, until the snow starts to melt off the mountainsides. Gurrek keeps a close eye on travel conditions, but it makes me immensely guilty that he’ll be leaving his work to come home with me.

One afternoon, there’s a knock at the door of the forge, and I answer it to find Rulag standing there. He’s shaved again, as his new wife prefers. After only a few weeks apart, he found he couldn’t live without her.

It was a marvelous ceremony. As we watched them kiss under the wildflower-covered trellis, Gurrek suggested we hold another ceremony of our own, perhaps with my family in attendance. He wants to do it right.

Rulag looks down at his feet as he stands in the doorway. “Gurrek. Sita.” He sighs as he raises his head. “I will be sending an expedition soon down the mountain to see how the winter went. I believe you wanted to visit your family, did you not, Sita?”

My joy almost explodes out of me. “Yes!”

“Then we’ll take you. I considered your idea, and perhaps we can develop a relationship with the village to our mutual benefit.”

I’m utterly thrilled at the prospect of going to see them—and I won’t have to pry Gurrek away from his forge. I’ve saved up my coin and used it to buy new clothes for my mother and brother, and I’ll be able to bring them plenty of money from our savings.

I’m so thrilled with this outcome that I throw my arms around Gurrek, and he chuckles as he hugs me back.

“Yes, well,” Rulag says, clearing his throat. “We’ll be leaving in a few days, weather permitting.”

After Rulag departs, we decide I will make the journey back to my village with Lassa as my companion. She has many furs to trade and thinks it could be good business for her.

When the time has finally come, Lassa and I take turns pulling our cart down the mountain, only to find that a new bridge has been erected over the river and the shores have been built up to protect the village from flooding. This new development stirs optimism in my heart that Van and Mother made it through the winter safe and sound.

When the orcs arrive in the village, they are met with surprise and shock, and a few humans even come out wielding weapons. But I assure them all that we come in peace, and we’ve brought more goods with us to trade.

“You will not demand payment in flesh,” I told Rulag firmly when we left home. “If any of the villagers want to come, that is an option to them, but not a requirement.”

He huffed at my rules, but after some arguing agreed to them. I believe that I can make life among the orcs sound appealing enough that a few young bachelors and bachelorettes might just consider coming on their own.

I’m definitely going to tell them about Gurrek’s stove.

Van is the first to run out from the front lines to greet me, throwing his arms around me. He’s grown much taller over the winter, and I worry that the clothes I brought him may not fit. Good thing I asked the clothier to leave deep hems for letting out.

“ Sweeta !” Van’s sweet eyes are moist with tears. “You’ve come back! Oh, I thought I’d never see you again.”

My mother is close behind him, taking my hands in hers and kissing the backs of them. Then I wrap them both up in my arms, my relief at seeing them healthy and cared for overwhelming me.

“It’s only temporary,” I tell my family. “I came to visit, and then I’ll go home.”

Van’s smile falls. “What? You’re going to go back?”

“I have so much to tell you.” I take his hand in mine and lead him back toward our house, the one where I grew up. “I hope you’ll keep an open mind.”

As a peace offering, and to encourage other villagers to do what I’ve done, Rulag brought lots of goods to share. Reluctantly, old Mason gives the orcs housing at his inn, and they stay for a few days in case any young humans decide to take Rulag up on his offer. After I’ve told my long tale at the pub, one young man and one young woman decide to make the trek across the river and up into the mountains. It’s frightening and new, but I promise that when I’m back in the village, I’ll teach them Orcish, and Rulag will help them find professions while they acclimate—and they can always return home at the end of the summer if they so choose.

It is my mother, out of everyone, who is the most reluctant to accept that I’ve found a life, and a family, up among the orcs.

“It was just your desperation talking,” she assures me. “You were forced into a position where you had to love him to survive.”

I sigh and rub my temples, unwilling to explain for a third time that I fell for Gurrek on my own. When I hand over the money I’ve saved up, I make sure to let her know that my new husband contributed as well.

“He is your family, too,” I tell her. “And I hope that you’ll come and visit someday so you can see the wonderful life we’ve made.”

Mother is reluctant to agree, but at last, I convince her and Van to make the trek in the autumn so they can participate in the harvest festival. I know the fun, games, and decadent food will turn the tide in Gurrek’s favor.

Still, after the orcs leave—Lassa remaining at the inn in order to escort me home—it’s hard to want to say goodbye. I miss Gurrek immensely, but there are so many things that need doing around my family’s home that I feel obligated to stay and help them. Lassa, annoyed that I’m taking my time, begrudgingly chips in so that the work might get done faster.

“Gurrek will be missing you,” she says in Orcish, my family casting us suspicious looks whenever we speak words they can’t understand. “Is this really necessary?”

“I want to go home with a clear conscience.” I owe him nothing less than my full attention. “Help me nail this board and we can go sooner.”

With a huff, Lassa does as I ask.

GURREK

The moment Sita leaves my sight to head down the mountainside, I miss her. The ache in my heart only grows the longer that she’s gone.

When Rulag and the rest of the contingent returns without her—two more humans in tow—my stomach begins to churn. What if my worst fears have come true? What if my wife has chosen her family and will never come back to me?

I know I should believe our love to be stronger than that, but still I crouch over my anvil, trying to find that calm and collected place in my mind where I can banish my anxiety. She will return.

The days drag on, and I grow antsier with every passing hour. Have I given my heart away to someone I’ll never see again? Our bed is too big and cold without her, and the house much too quiet. There’s a half-finished blanket on her loom, though, and I cling to the hope that what we have is real, and at least she’ll return to finish it.

My dread only grows as the weather turns warmer and full spring settles on the land. The snow has vanished, leaving green shoots growing up out of the ground. It’s just when I’ve begun to lose hope that she’s coming back when I hear Merka shouting.

“Gurrek! Gurrek!” I come out of the forge to see what the fuss is about, and Merka rushes up to me, yanking on my sleeve. “Come!”

A thrill washes over me as I follow her to the main square, where sure enough, I find Lassa and my small human greeting all our clanspeople. While Lassa rushes into her beloved’s arms, I stand there, staring at my wife. After so long apart, I am not sure how to welcome Sita home.

But when she finds me standing among the crowd, a huge smile overtakes her face and she breaks away to sprint toward me. I hold out my hands to her and she leaps into them, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my face all over.

“I’m sorry I was gone so long,” she says, her eyes full of unshed tears. “There was so much to do. I came back as soon as I could.”

I shake my head, my worries gone now that she’s with me again. Without any further ado, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her home. I don’t even set her down when I’m inside the door, not until we’re in our room and I have her spread out on the bed before me. She smiles so broadly when I crouch down on top of her I fear I might cry myself.

I take my time removing her traveling clothes, even though she begs me to let her bathe first.

“No.” I am too famished, too desperate for her, to wait. “You are mine now, sweetling.”

She giggles and brings me down toward her so, at last, I can bury my mouth in hers again. Her lips taste so sweet that I’m hard and stiff between the legs.

She has come back to me. She loves me. She wants to live our lives together, I am certain of that now.

We strip off our clothes, and she’s already arching her hips towards me with eagerness when I gently stop her.

“Can we discuss something?” I ask, though my need to reunite with her is nearly overwhelming.

“What is it?” She sounds impatient.

“Do you...” I clear my throat, sure about the words I want to say but unsure how she’ll receive them. “Do you want to have younglings with me?”

Sita blinks, the question clearly taking her by surprise. But then her face transforms into a brilliant, happy grin.

“Yes!” She kisses me again, harder this time. “Of course I do, Gurrek. I want to have a family with you.”

It settles something deep inside me to know she wants to start that sort of life here, in our home, with me.

“Good.” I lower my hips so my cock brushes her belly. “Then tonight, I’ll fill you up over and over again, until my seed is dripping from you.”

Red spreads across her face, all the way down her neck, and she nods eagerly. “Please. Please give me your youngling, Gurrek.”

I groan at her words and spread her legs wide for me so I can lick her there. She insists I lie beside her so she can bring my cock into her mouth at the same time, and we lick and suck one another until we’re both nearly ready to burst.

“Gods, I have to have you,” Sita moans, her small cunt gripping my fingers tight after her mighty orgasm. “Please!”

I smile at her, relieved to have my needy wife home with me again.

“It has been some time.” Slowly, I start to pump my hand inside her again. “It will be a tight fit.”

She gasps at just the suggestion.

“Fill me up,” she says, stroking my cock expertly. “I want to be full with you.”

My need eclipses all rational thought as I spread my seed around her small entrance, rubbing her clit and her soft lower lips with the head. Then, unable to contain myself any longer, I start to push inside her.

“Oh, sweetling.” I lower my head to touch our noses together. “Will you open up for me? Will you take me?”

She nods furiously. “Yes, I want to. I need to!”

I groan at her words, and squeeze farther inside her, taking it slow despite all my instincts demanding I claim her. That I seed her, filling her with my spend until she’s swollen up with me, her belly full of my youngling and her round breasts heavy with milk to feed it.

“I love you,” I murmur in her ear, withdrawing just enough that I can slowly push back in.

“Gurrek.” The tears in her eyes finally fall, and she buries her face in my throat. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

SITA

My beloved orc, my husband, my everything. I moan as he feeds me even more of his enormous cock, stretching me as wide as I think I can possibly go. But I’ll need to take even more of him, and I’m not sure I can after all these weeks apart.

“Gurrek,” I whimper as he taunts me with just the head.

“Patience, sweetling.” He thrusts shallowly, urging me wider and wider for him. “Breathe and look into my eyes. Let me inside you.”

His pupils are huge and dilated as I gaze into them, and I hold fast onto his face as he presses farther inside me. The stretch is so intense that I shiver and tremble under him, trying to relax but struggling to accommodate an object that size.

“I know you can take me,” he croons, stroking my hair. “I know you can.”

Then, he slides in an inch farther, and I moan as my body gives. Oh, how it feels to be with my orc again. He’s already filling me so full, fuller than I think I can bear, but I know I can accept all of him.

“There we are.” He nuzzles me, caging me in with his huge arms. “I will fill you up with my cock, and then all of my seed. Your body is a wonder.”

Again he withdraws, and again he pushes in deeper. I stare down at where he’s spreading me wide, so wide it seems beyond my ability to imagine.

“Oh, Gurrek.” My tears are flowing now, joy at being reunited with him, pleasure at feeling him inside me again, relief that he was still here waiting for me when I returned. “I love you. I love you. I—” I’m cut off when, suddenly, he pushes in the widest part of his cock, and my whole body clenches.

Gurrek groans above me, his teeth gritted as he tries not to go off too soon. He breathes deeply.

“Take a breath for me,” he commands, and I do, trying to calm my rapid panting.

He strokes again, burying even more of himself in me, and I’m so full with him I think I might burst open. It’s the most magnificent feeling possible, and I moan and writhe as he thrusts, pulling himself out and then sinking back in until I’m screaming his name.

“Yes, sweetling,” he grunts, fucking me harder, every pump of his hips making an obscene sound. I’m so wet that he glides easily in and out, until I’m so close to the edge that I’m nearly biting my tongue. There, he digs deeper, pinpointing the place in me that will surely make me burst open.

“Gurrek!” I sob, racing closer and closer to the light at the end of the tunnel. “Please! Harder!”

He slams into me with all the power built into his perfect body, and it strikes me like lightning. I scream, digging my fingers into his flesh, and he moans as I tighten all around him.

“Fuck!” He shoves himself through, sending me soaring even higher. “I’m going to put a youngling in you. Right now.”

He swells, filling me even fuller—and then a rushing heat streams out of him. I cry out as it fills me up to the brim, spilling out of me as he makes one final thrust.

We’re both panting, fully spent, as Gurrek falls to one elbow on top of me, his big belly pressing me down into the bed. My pulsing cunt continues milking him, and he buries his face in the hollow of my neck, groaning.

At last, the foggy cloud of our lovemaking ebbs, and I can see my handsome orc again. He hovers over me, kissing my cheeks, my nose, my forehead.

“I can’t wait to see your belly big with my young,” he murmurs, pulling me even closer to him as his cock remains lodged deep inside me.

I nuzzle his face. “We’ll make such beautiful babies.”

He grins down at me, his face full of affection. “Many of them, I would guess.”

“Let’s find out how the first one goes.”

When at last Gurrek pulls out, his seed spills down onto the blanket. He cups me between the legs, gently pushing his spend back inside me, and lifts my hips onto his lap. Eventually, he collapses at my side and pulls me into the strong circle of his arms. There, he studies the necklace around my neck.

“Thank you,” he says, bringing me even closer. “Thank you for returning to me.”

I smile against him. “I will always return to you. But I should warn you that my family is going to come visit in a few months.”

He chuckles. “I hope they like me.”

“How could they not?” I kiss his lips, then stroke one of his curved tusks. “All they need to do is see how happy I am here.”

“Good.” Gurrek yawns, drawing the blanket up over us. “I can’t wait to meet them. Hopefully by then you’ll be carrying my youngling.”

I curl up closer, leaning into the crook of his neck. “I’d like that.”

We fall asleep that way, wrapped up in a bubble of our joy, ready for whatever the future brings.

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