He Submits to His Hunger

I reacted first.

I pulled my greatsword free from its scabbard. The drunk man who had been walking towards us noticed us just in time to look surprised before I cut him down. When I swung my sword, I severed his head in half. His skull broke easily from my strength. He stood there, the top half of his head cleaned off, blood spewing from the opening like a geyser. The body shuddered for a brief moment before collapsing forward.

A shrill scream cut through the night. The two other adventures grabbed their swords, but Myev was faster. Before one of the adventures could unsheathe his blade fully, Myev had already impaled him with her greatsword. And while it was unnecessary to do so, she lifted him up from her sword until his feet dangled in the air.

Myev laughed as the adventurer coughed up blood. The person who had been sitting next to him was frozen with fear. I turned back to the last adventurer, who had grabbed the girl and was now running in the opposite direction.

I chased them. If they alerted the Templars to our location, we would be in grave danger. I easily caught up to them.

The adventurer pushed the girl away and yelled for her to run, which she did. He swung his sword at me. I parried and jabbed. He deflected my thrust and put a safe distance between us. He was less **** than his colleagues had been. It was also clear that he had experience dealing with orcs.

"You won't pass, monster," he said.

I pretended to not understand him and swung my sword downwards. He sidestepped, but he was counting on me trying to lift my sword again, an opportunity he would leverage to attack my back. Instead, I dropped my sword and pivoted my hips. While he was lifting his sword to attack, I punched him in the solar plexus. He folded almost immediately. I then pushed his face into the dirt.

And squeezed.

He cried in pain as his skull crushed in on itself. Blood oozed from where his eyes had caved in. Shards of his skull poked from between my fingers. Then silence.

I wiped my hand on my robe and reequipped my greatsword. I looked around but the girl had escaped.

I felt Myev approach from behind me. Blood was smeared across her face and clothes. A wicked smile gave her previously intelligent eyes a sinister look.

"Did you deal with them both?" I asked.

She scoffed, partly annoyed that I felt the need to ask. We started running in the direction I last saw the girl escape in. She had gotten a decent-enough head start but she couldn't outrun two orcs. And while it was too dark to see her, we could still _smell _her.

And she smelled incredible.

I had been too distracted by hunger and the moral dilemma of killing humans for food to realize it earlier. When I looked over at Myev, I could tell that she liked the woman's smell, also. Her eyes were dilated and she was breathing much harder than our run would have warranted. I knew that female humans acted as a kind of aphrodisiac for male orcs but I was unaware that female orcs could be affected, as well.

As the smell grew stronger, a part of me wondered what I would do when we inevitably caught this woman. Ruhk would **** her. And, combing his memories, Myev would likely join him.

I had never **** anyone in any of my lives. But, I was Ruhk now. And Ruhk had **** plenty of women.

My heart pounded. My crotch stirred with excitement.

I wasn't sure if this was a line that I wanted to cross.