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“What did he say?!”

"The breeder isn’t claimed?"

“But the ritual—”

“Impossible!” The braided orc Shakil gave a strained laugh as he drifted to Dalthu’s side. "That's right, impossible. We all saw, didn't we? We witnessed the ceremony—"

“You were tricked. We were all tricked by that . . . that . . . “ Baronk stabbed a finger at Samson. “Gubuk.”

Dalthu stepped in front of Samson, blocking him from view. “Watch what you say.”

The altar on the platform was otherworldly in its beauty. Carved out of a single slab of marble, its surface gleamed like white moonlight. Dalthu swiftly walked over to it and set Samson down, the cool edge of the table hitting the backs of Samson’s legs. “Lie back, little tiger.”

Not breaking eye contact, Samson obeyed. Dalthu stepped in between his legs and grabbed his ankles, swiftly pushing them back until they were up next to Samson’s own head and his buttocks were raised high up in the air. 

“W–wait!” Blood rushed to Samson’s head and his cheeks flushed bright red. He hadn’t expected this, to be posed so lewdly, his legs spread open for all to see. 

Dalthu’s words echoed in Samson’s mind: “It’s our turn.”

Samson’s eyes flicked over his shoulder. The door they’d entered through was less than ten feet behind him. If he was going to make a move, it would have to be now. Samson tensed his muscles, preparing for a burst of energy to escape when something hard gripped the back of his neck. It was Dalthu. 

“Trying to disobey me already?”

Samson knew eventually it would be impossible to see in the dark cave and he’d have to give in and hold on to Dalthu for guidance. But for now, he would continue his small act of defiance by refusing to take the orc’s hand. As they walked through the tunnel in silence, Samson gave his escort a sideways glance. 

The orc warrior was handsome, Samson had to admit it. He was blessed with a strong jawline that complemented his masculine features. A straight nose and full lips finished the composition. If he didn’t have the customary tusks and pointed ears, Dalthu would have been the envy of every man in Samson’s village.

Within minutes of Dalthu leaving, Samson was back in the giant tub. Behind him, Dalthu’s human mother, Rachelle, was humming a bright tune while scrubbing his back. 

“We have a little bit of time,” she said, taking a bowl of water and rinsing the suds off. “Not as much as I’d like, but don’t worry, we’ll get you ready.”

Yes. I certainly wouldn’t want to be late to any more of this nightmare.

“Where did he touch you?” 

Dalthu lowered his head between Samson’s legs, and Samson could feel the orc’s hot breath puff urgently against his skin. It tickled the sensitive area. 

“Here?” The orc delivered an experimental lick across Samson’s asshole. 

“Show me your ass.”

Dalthu moved toward Samson with the instrument. It looked like a wineskin, but instead of wine, this one held soapy water. A hollow reed was attached to the swollen bladder. If you applied pressure to the sack, the tube would direct the flow of water wherever you liked. Samson was certain he knew where Dalthu planned to direct it, and he was certain he was not going to like it.

As Baronk pulled back to thrust his entire length into him, Samson squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable pain. Then . . .

RARRRRGHHHH!

Samson’s eyes snapped open with a gasp.

Dalthu?!

Samson struggled against his abductor, kicking his legs against whatever he could. He was thrown to the ground. His arms were pulled behind him, and it felt like a giant weight was placed onto his back. His face was pushed into the dirt and he couldn’t breathe.

“Stop fighting and I’ll let you breathe.”

The next morning Dalthu was strangely reserved. He re-wrapped Samson’s ankle and assisted him onto the back of their wolf, but otherwise did not touch him more than he had to. It made Samson anxious. 

The last night’s adventure had shaken him to his core. He couldn’t stop thinking about the things Dalthu had done to him and the overwhelming pleasure he’d experienced. It was unlike anything he’d ever known. Just thinking about it was causing him to shift restlessly in his seat.