Episode Twenty-Four Dhar
A zael
Nadira is considering a contract with this mannerless, boorish beast? My browridge rises toward my hairline as I wordlessly ask her if she's lost her mind.
"What are you, anyhow?" she asks, once the three of us sit back down.
"Orc."
"Name?"
"Dhar. Yours?"
"I'm Nadira. He's Azael."
His answer? A grunt.
Nadira's scrubbing her face with her hand as if she has an itch. Meanwhile, she's assessing the ugly orc. In my opinion, the chittering insect was a step up from the green male whose body is so thick and wide he needed a bigger stump upon which to rest his ass.
And his face. Repulsive. Where my nostrils are close to my face, his reside in a prominent nose. Has Nadira even considered how hard it will be to navigate kissing him with those thick tusks sticking from his bottom jaw?
At least I won't have to worry he'll try to pleasure her with his mouth. We'd all have to agree that would be off-limits. It would kill her. And don't even get me started on the monstrous green color of his skin.
Nadira tries to look at him but can't hold her stare for long. Her gaze flicks to the long line waiting for their interview, then she forces her glance back to him.
"552 males, huh?" she asks.
"As I said, give or take."
"They'll all fight?"
"If I give the word."
"And you'll give the word?"
"If it won't be a slaughter. I need assurances you've done the proper recon. If you haven't, I can arrange that."
"No other questions of me?"
"Only one. If I can't fit my cock in your hole, I need to be released from our agreement. Yes?"
She closes her eyes and I can practically hear her internal speech as she calms herself. The male is a pig. No, that's not fair to pigs.
"Yes." Nadira says simply. "I also have conditions."
"Of course you do," he mocks.
Another deep breath on her part, nostrils flared this time, then her response.
"Azael and I are already mated. Our bond is to be respected at all times."
He nods. Too easily, in my opinion. I doubt he knows what she means. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure I do, either.
"That means you do not pull your cock out in public. You do not discuss our bedroom activities with anyone but us as your mates. I will not dispute your claim to my…," she looks heavenward, "hole, but it will only be in private. And since it's obvious you have no idea what the words ‘be respectful' mean, I will continue to educate you about their definition."
He makes a show of giving her conditions a great deal of thought. All the while he's looking at her chest as if he can see the luscious teats hiding under three layers of clothing.
"Yes," he says, then holds up a thick green finger. "Wait. You misspoke."
"What?"
"You said hole. That was a mistake. You should have said holes."
Nadira quits moving. She doesn't simply pause, she actually ceases all activities of living, including breathing and blinking. I lean closer, at the ready for her to discuss this with me. My hand is on the hilt of my sword in case she gives the word for me to kill the fucker.
She simply says, "Yes," then says, "pull your cock out again."
He quirks a brow in question, as do I. She just ordered him to shove it back into his pants.
She stands, chin tipped up, arms across her chest, lips thrust out in displeasure, as she waits.
He rises and this time, rather than pulling his cock out of the opening, he drops his pants to his ankles and displays his flaccid green prick at her request.
"On the table." She points to the plank with one finger, her arms still folded across her chest. "Make it hard."
His head tips back in surprise.
"I'm… not in the mood." Instead of being sheepish, he makes it her fault by blustering, "My cock doesn't take orders."
"I can't have a mate whose cock won't get hard!"
As her chin thrusts even higher in defiance, I wonder what her game is. She's never acted brazen like this before.
"Cocks don't work that way!" he bellows.
"Oh? Cocks don't get hard on command?" She sneers, then leans forward. Even though he's several heads taller than her, she doesn't flinch from his enormous presence. "Well, my pussy doesn't work that way, either. It can't ready itself on demand. You'll get sex when you're nice to me." She sniffs. "And it wouldn't hurt you to take a bath."
My hand tightens on my sword handle, waiting for him to attack either one or both of us. Instead, he puts his hands on his hips and guffaws so loudly I imagine everyone in the rendezvous can hear him over the sound of the drums.
He's still laughing, still naked as he bends at the waist with the hilarity of the situation, then stands straight and tall again. Perhaps his cock can get hard on command, because there's no mistaking it now. I have a pang of jealousy because that green monster is thicker and longer than mine. Then I push my envy down. It's so huge it could never cause her pleasure, only pain.
"Pull your pants up, orc," she says, trying to hide her mirth.
I must admit, that entire interaction was funny.
"All your males are with you? Here?" she asks.
"Aye."
"You're nomadic?"
"Aye."
She leans and whispers into my ear, "I think he and his males need to move closer to our village. Not in the trees, mind you. I can't imagine how much havoc they'll wreak there. But close enough that he can… live with us."
We hadn't discussed the issue of fitting four of us into my small hut in the treetops, but it makes sense we'll have to live together.
"One more condition," I say, looking at him through my lowered brow, hoping my disdain for everything about him is obvious. "Fart outside."
He finds this hysterical and laughs for far too long, then stands and pats me on the back as if we're now the best of friends.
"You and I will be mates, too," he says. "We'll get along." Looking at Nadira, he adds, "You have another mate to pick?"
"Yes."
"I'll organize my males and be back soon to meet my other new mate."
With that, he leans back at the waist and stretches with a loud grunt. After pulling up his pants, he saunters off.
"Asshole," Nadira says, her lips compressed, as she watches him stride away.