We Find The Village

After the week-long journey, I finally begin to see what looks like a small village with some small fires in it. Pointing towards it, I ask Dagul if that is his village, and he gives an affirmative nod. He tells me that when we get there, I shouldn't be afraid; the other orcs won't touch me unless he allows them to, so as long as I don't give him any reason to, I'll be okay.

We arrive at the village, which is surrounded by somewhat rudimentary stone-built walls with sharpened pikes at the top to dissuade any from climbing over. There are small windows for archers to be posted at, and a large wooden gate in the middle acts as a barrier to keep out intruders.

"Dagul, is that you?" one of the archers calls out.

"Yes, Shakra, I have returned from my final trial and have come to claim my place as Chief of the tribe," Dagul responds confidently.

"Who is that elf? Why is she with you?" the archer asks, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.

"This is my mate. We have mated, and she agreed to come with me to serve me," Dagul explains, his voice firm and authoritative. The last line sends a tingle down to my nethers, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through me.

"How do I know it is really you?" Shakra asks, still cautious.

"Orcs strong together," Dagul replies, his voice deep and commanding.

At that line, the gate begins to open, and Dagul motions for me to come forward with him as we walk in. I take notice of the village and its structure. The village seems to be divided into four areas: the first being the lowest is a barracks and training grounds for the soldiers, the next looks to be a marketplace with various shops and vendors, the third seems to be a bunch of homes, with the last being a large, almost palace-looking longhouse which has its own small guard standing by and training.

As we walk into the training area, we are surrounded by a bunch of orcs, both soldiers, and non-soldiers. Looking at the male orcs, most of them are still massive, looking physically strong, and even the women look to be just as strong as the men; they have little to no feminine features. In fact, if it wasn't for their breastplates, it's be difficult to identify which is which.

An older-looking orc with very spiritual-looking attire approaches us, "Dagul, you have returned! Oh, what joy this brings us."

"Yes, Itzera, I have finished my trials and have returned, ready to become the Chief of the village," Dagul states, his voice filled with pride and determination.

"I see you have also brought someone else with you. Who is she?" Itzera asks, her eyes narrowing as she looks at me.

"As I told Shakra, this is my mate. We have mated. She has agreed to come here willingly and will earn her keep here as well. None are to treat her any differently than another orc unless I say so. Understood?" Dagul's voice brooks no argument, and the orcs around us nod in acknowledgment.

The orcs begin to shout from the crowd, "She is an elf! She will make a great mate! She'll become horny for Orc cock!"

"Quiet down! Of course, Dagul, you understand we must be cautious of elves, but if you have broken her, then it is of little importance," Itzera says, her voice stern but respectful.

"DAGUL!" From the crowd, his name is shouted, and out comes running an orc. She jumps out from the crowd, instantly hugging Dagul, "Oh, I've missed you so much. I knew you'd..."

Her eyes meet mine, and she pauses, "Who is this? Is she your... mate?" Dagul nods his head, and she quickly takes off in the other direction, disappearing back into the crowd, her expression unreadable.

The old orc beckons us once again, "Come, Dagul. It is time for you to return to your house. I can only imagine the poor conditions out there. I still have much to tell you." We head up through the city towards the longhouse that I had noticed earlier. As we head up, I notice many of the male orcs are looking at me in lust, ready for Dagul to give the word and let them have their way with me.

"The house is yours by birthright, this much you know, Dagul, and now that you have returned, there is but one last step to be completed. Which I am sure you have prepared for, but... Is she ready?" Itzera asks, her eyes flicking to me.

I notice she nods towards my direction, so I speak up for once since arriving here, "Ready? Ready for what?"

"Oh... You haven't told her?" Itzera asks, looking surprised.

Dagul looks at me then back at the old orc, "Do not worry, she will be ready when the time arrives. She is strong."

"As you say, my Chief. It is not my place to doubt your judgment. Well, anyways, here you are. I am sure you and your mate would like to get familiar with the place, or at least she will," Itzera says, her voice trailing off as she turns to leave.

"Thank you, Itzera. Come, let's enter our new home," Dagul says, his voice filled with a mix of pride and anticipation.

I follow Dagul through the doors, and inside it isn't much to behold, really. To the left is a huge bedroom with a bed almost twenty times the size any orc would ever need—undoubtedly, as Chief, Dagul can enjoy many women. Along with a large bathroom and bathtub as equally big, the dining area is large with a table that only seats two, and in the other direction is a room with a bunch of maps, armor, and weapons in it, probably a war room.

Dagul drops his belongings in the war room before turning to me. "So, what do you think?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he waits for my response, his eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and curiosity.