▪️B A L D U R▪️

"Fuck! That's right, take every last inch..."

The name of the chambermaid eluded me as I watched her enjoy herself. She was short and voluptuous, her hands gripping the edge of the table, her body trembling in ecstasy while she pushed back in time to meet every thrust.

My eyes observed the way her top had been pulled down, exposing her large pendulous breasts while her skirt was bunched up around her waist. The skin of her backside was red, a large handprint marking her while she revelled in being bent over.

With a whimper, she arched her back, wanting more, her brown braid swishing about.

"Look at you, you're making such a mess..."

"I can't help it; you make me feel so good, please don't stop!"

A low rumble sounded at her words, "Do you want to come again?"

"Yes please!"

The chambermaid gasped as she was hauled up against a muscled chest, the resounding echo of wet flesh slapping against each other increased with her moans. Within seconds she was screaming, her body tensing as she fell apart.

"Finish me off with that wicked mouth of yours..."

Grinning, she quickly turned around and dropped to her knees, her hands holding on to the strong masculine thighs in order to help balance herself. She wasted no time in wrapping her lips around the glistening, hardened length in front of her, gagging as her throat was fucked with powerful yet precise thrusts.

When the Orc's climax approached, he groaned loudly before sagging back into the nearest wooden chair. The young woman moaned while she finished cleaning him up with her mouth and tongue.

"That's a good girl, I'll see you again tonight, yes?"

She nodded eagerly; her face flushed as she quickly straightened out her clothes before picking up the basket to resume her responsibilities about the castle. However, as she turned towards the door she gasped, dropping the basket, and the dirty clothes within it spilled onto the floor.

"King Baldur! I–"

Raising my palm to silence her, I said, "Save it, go tend to your duties."

"At once, Your Majesty!"

When she closed the door behind her, I let out an exasperated sigh and looked at my best friend.

As much as Khagra the Ruthless was a mighty Orc warrior, he was also known as Khagra the insatiable as his appetite for sex was voracious.

Unlike myself, Khagra was a full Orc. His lineage had never been crossed with neither human nor fae.

Both sides of his head were shaved, exposing the intricate tribal tattoos that decorated the skin of his skull. His dark hair was combed back into a long braid that went almost to his waist and as my eyes met his, I saw him grinning, those hazel eyes of his full of mischief.

"Seriously, Khagra? She just started working here yesterday! How is it that she's on your cock already? Gods, you work fast..."

The tip of his tongue licked his right lower tusk before he replied, "What can I say, everyone loves me."

"Have you fucked every human in this castle?"

Shrugging, "Just about, you should try it..."

I wrinkled my nose as my eyes trailed over the exposed grey skin of Khagra's torso.

There was no distinction where he chose to get his dick wet; male, female, human, fae, orc. Once there was a warm and willing hole, Khagra would find himself ten inches deep; his roguish good looks and charming personality were a deadly combo.

"Get dressed..." I rasped, moving over the fireplace.

I could hear his deep chuckle behind me, the sound of his clothes rustling soon to follow. My eyes narrowed in on the dying embers in the hearth before I felt strong hands resting on my hips.

At his touch, I sucked in a breath while Khagra pressed his body up against mine and I resisted the urge to lean back into him.

"You seem tense this morning, let me help ease your worries," he whispered.

"Not every problem can be solved with fucking..."

He gently kissed my neck, making my words trail off, "No? Seemed to work for us in the past."

I huffed out a laugh.

"Fuck, at least wash your cock off before you attempt to bring it near me."

"Jealous?"

Snorting, I replied, "Never!"

I could feel his smile widen as he continued to kiss the column of my neck.

Khagra and I had been friends before either of us could walk and had been inseparable ever since. We had done everything together and shared everything, from each other's deepest secrets to our sexual partners as well as our bodies. I trusted Khagra with my life, which was why he was the general of my army and my second in command.

The feel of his right hand moving towards the front of my pants pulled me from my thoughts.

"Let me make you feel good," Khagra said, palming my crotch.

I grunted at his touch, momentarily allowing myself to enjoy the way he squeezed me before I exhaled softly and moved my body away from his.

"Not right now, we have work to do," I said, running a hand over my short beard.

"Work, work, work... That's all that you do these days! You're King now, Baldur, there's no need to push yourself so hard anymore."

Walking towards the large windows, my eyes looked through the glass panes to admire the part of my kingdom that was visible from this angle. The castle was situated on an elevated ridge, allowing for an unobstructed view of everything around it. I observed the way the morning sun shone down on the expansive forests that stretched out to the horizon, nestled between the various mountain ranges. I found myself getting lost in the view before me.

The rich tones of the forest always called to me and I could lose myself for hours among its vibrant greenery.

When Khagra walked over to stand next to me, he said, "Your father is dead and in spite of those who doubted you, you were able to kill all of your brothers and claim the title of King. You need to relax, Baldur, the Fae Queen is long dead, taking her magic with her. The fae are no longer a threat–"

"But Alaric is still out there and he won't stop until he redeems his family. You forget, by blood, he is their King!"

"A beggar King you mean..." Khagra snorted, then added, "And yes, he might be rallying a small army, but their attacks have been more annoying than anything. Not to mention the kidnappings of the human children have all but stopped in recent months. The fae's magic is weak, Baldur, they're no match for us, and certainly no match for you and your magic."

Looking down at my hands, I shook my head, "You know that I hate using this power..."

"Perhaps, but as long as you have the ability to absorb the souls of others, no one would dare strike against you."

This was fae magic, a gift from my grandmother it would seem.

No one knew how I ended up with the ability, but my father claimed that it was further proof that the Orcs were meant to reign over the Isle of Wrobel forever. This sort of magic was last seen during the great war and with the death of the Fae Queen, Nissa, it was thought that such a gift had died with her, never to re-emerge again.

Since magical abilities were hereditary, it was obvious to me that Alaric and I were related somehow. I could not help but be wary of what capabilities lay dormant in his own blood, which was why it was important that I kept vigilant and never lowered my guard.

"You worry too much," Khagra stated, pulling my attention back to him.

Scoffing, I replied, "And you don't worry enough..."

"Mark my words, one day you'll realise that you spent too much time worrying about useless shit, when you could have been enjoying yourself. I mean, the kingdom does need an heir at some point, and I know for a fact that you haven't been looking at potential mates."

Inwardly groaning, I briefly closed my eyes, "Anu's beard! Not this shit again!"

"What? I'm just worried about you and that big cock of yours. When was the last time you even had sex?"

Ignoring his question, I retorted, "We have more important things to discuss. Have you sorted everything for our trip to the village later?"

"Of course, I can't wait to see the Foros girl, I heard that she's an interesting one–"

Waving a hand in the air, I interjected, "She's hardly a girl and honestly, I don't care! Jaerano is a good man, it's the only reason that I'm taking the tribute instead of skinning that son of his."

"Your father would have skinned him alive in front of them before killing them all and taking her as a sex slave."

"Good thing I'm not my father then..." I scowled.

My best friend raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching. I just knew that he was going to say something to piss me off further so I quickly continued to speak before he could open his big mouth.

"Jaerano holds a lot of influence within the village and has always paid his tributes on time. Whether the fire to the fields was an accident or not, exterminating an entire family that has always paid their dues and taxes, sometimes in excess I might add, is just stupid! In fact, I didn't even want her, but to refuse their tribute would send the wrong message to the other villages."

Khagra nodded, "I agree, we need to keep the humans in line. But don't think I didn't realise that you tried to change the subject. What's her name again? Ah yes, Izara... Have you figured out what you're going to do with her yet, besides taking her as a handmaiden?"

"I'd rather not make her my personal servant if I can help it, I don't need a human following me around. But I heard that she's good with herbs, so I was thinking of leaving her with Crothu and Dura."

"She could learn a lot from them. Do you think she really poisoned her husband?"

I shrugged.

"From what I've heard about Ballor, I don't blame her, I wouldn't want him rutting into me either. If she was indeed behind his death, then she's definitely skilled enough not to get caught. It's not often we get humans with medicinal capabilities coming up to the castle."

Grumbling, I folded my arms, "That's because most humans hate our very existence and the ones that don't are either bending backwards to worship us or they spread their legs, hoping to win favour and live out their days being catered to."

"I know that you're still bothered by what happened with Avilon–"

Cutting him off with a hiss, I glared, "How dare you speak her fucking name!"

Never being one to let my anger deter him, Khagra continued, "It's been over ten years, Baldur! Don't you think that it's time to move on? I know you have your reasons for hating humans, but not all humans are like her–"

"Enough talk of this! We leave for the village soon," I snarled before storming off.

I slammed the door on my way out.

Leave it to my best friend to always push himself up into my affairs, whether I wanted his opinion or not.

Realistically, I knew that I needed to start thinking about producing an heir. But I just wished that Khagra realised that it was not as easy as he was making things out to be.

Due to my magical abilities, most female Orcs did not want to be with me. Their superstitious beliefs about those with eyes like mine, coupled with the kind of magic I was capable of made me undesirable to them. It did not matter that I was the fiercest warrior on the entire isle, they trembled at the very sight of me and feared for the lives of any potential children we would have together.

This left me with fae or human options.

Unfortunately, Avilon left an ache in my chest that I could not ignore. Her betrayal had cut deep and it was hard for me to look at another human female with any potential interest without seeing her wretched face.

As for fae, I was not my grandfather; sleeping with their kind had never interested me.

In moments like these, I hated the fact that our empire had practiced fratricide, resulting in all the eligible male heirs to fight each other until only one survived. This would have put less pressure on the new King to produce future ears.

I had not wanted to kill my brothers, but they definitely had no issues with seeking to detach my head from my body. The five of them had ganged up on me, hoping to take me out of the competition early.

However, I was not called Baldur the Butcher for nothing.

My skill with a blade was well-known, and even though I managed to wound them, I had acknowledged that five against one was not the best odds. Up to that point, I was one of the rare Orcs that had the ability to manipulate the air around me, using the slicing power of the wind to enhance my blade's lethality.

During the fight, however, my brothers had gained the upper hand. Just when I thought I would meet my demise, something unexpected had happened when my brothers backed me into a corner.

It would seem that my full magical abilities had not been realised until that moment.

Everyone watched in horror as I sucked the souls out of my brothers, rendering their corpses into dried and hollowed-out husks. Their tortured cries had echoed across the arena, the wind carrying their shrieks as they all died at my feet.

In fact, often time, whenever I closed my eyes, I could still hear them screaming out my name.

"Fuck..." I muttered, remembering that day.

Shaking my head, I made my way out of the castle and headed towards the nearby forest.

My thoughts floated back to Jaerano's daughter and I frowned slightly. I had not had a human handmaiden since Avilon, choosing to keep my distance from those that resided in the castle.

If Izara did indeed have a knack for poisons, I definitely did not feel safe having her handle my food.

It was in that moment that I got an idea.

After not personally having to deal with a human during all these years, it was not as if I had any need for one and I figured that I could just give her to Khagra or some other Orc.

I mean, what was the point of being King if I could not do what I wanted?

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A/N: How are you liking the Orc King so far?