Mermaids are Menacing (Book 2) Complete

12.) Hunger

                    ****Warning ******
This chapter contains sexual content.
<since you wanted spice and it was going to take awhile to get there, I give you this chapter.>
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I knew I was dreaming, it happened often these days. Knowing I was asleep but not being In control. It was winter and I was hunting with my brothers, but in the dream I was Spruce. I wore his clothes and saw through his eyes. The snow on the ground crunched under my boots with each heavy step.

The blood of the newly fallen deer was bright red against the white snow. When I looked behind I saw that my brothers were slow, following my footprints. Every where we walked an indention was left, ugly dying grass poked up from beneath the crushed muddy snow. I breathed warm air on my hands. My breath flowed out as a puff of white vapor. Unfortunately the deer had been caught through the gut with an arrow. I cursed under my breath. It's bad for the meat and makes for a messy clean up.

The deer didn't struggle but layed on itside breathing heavily. Its eyes shifted around wildly at our approach. It was Hawthorns catch, it was his place to end the life mercifully. But when I looked back I found a Hawthorn I had never seen, not the man I knew but a child. Lankey arms and legs, his brown hair tied up in a knot at the back of his head. Skin only lightly browned in the sun. He was a snotty, crying, sensative creature. The Hawthorn in my memory was tall, fuller, darkened by years under the sun, tending goats and cows. This brothers eyes were puffy with tears. His hand trembled holding the knife awkwardly.

Little Thorn has to learn to hunt, he needs to be able to feed himself. I worried he didn't have the heart to do what needed to be done. I came up behind him and folded my hand over his. Grasping the knife in his fist tightly. I walked forward pressing him to the doe.

"One swift movement." I reminded him. "We can't leave her like this."

"Feel her ribs here." I said pressing  his left hand against the rising and falling chest. The feeling of a pounding heart pulsed up through my fingers. "Look for a gap."

"There, you feel it." I pressed Thorns little finger in an empty space. Thorn whimpered and when the knife raced towards the heart, I suddenly woke up. Another strange dream.

I swung gently in my hammock, it hung inside the hut by the rafters. Despite the dream ending the pounding sound continued. When I sensed movement, on reflex I looked. I wish I hadn't because the image was seared into my brain.

In the two weeks I lived with them I had come to realize that they had a very good relationship. Gorza and Ortha were in their section of the round hut. Gorza was standing naked with her back to me. Orthas legs were  draped over Gorzas muscular green shoulders, firmly held in place between Gorza and the wall. The sounds or squelching and sucking came from between Orthas legs where Gorzas face was buried.

Orthas moans and the wet licking was incredibly loud to my sensative ears. One of Orthas hands was lost in Gorzas short hair and the other held onto a rafter. Ortha grinding up and down jiggled her green breasts and unfortunately the rafter that I was being held up by.

I got up quietly and walked out of the hut without disturbing them. There had been a time when I wondered how my sister and her wife were intimate. I'd seen them kiss and hold hands sure but I really didn't really see how they could have sex when neither of them had a dick. Living with Orcs has been very...enlightening   although I would have liked to stay in the dark about the finer details.

It was still dark outside. Morning was coming but not yet here. I felt the slightly cool air on my face. It was time to do my morning run. Running felt good and I was faster than ever. At first I felt embarrassed at witnessing my housemates private moments and ran, now It has more purpose.

Hunger. Growing new appendages must have been a taxing problem but I feel the need to eat more than I ever have. Even when I was pregnant with my baby boy, it was never this bad. Then again Cerastes never let me get hungry or I should say he never let his son be hungry. When my brothers were growing they were monstrous bottomless pits that were never full. Keeping the cold store filled was a full time job year round.

I often wonder if I'm finished growing and what new body parts might appear overnight. I might wake up one day with different legs or wings. The thought is both thrilling and terrifying. Why is my body like this. My theories rose and fell like sand piles on the beach. Never being confirmed or denied, there was no one to ask.

In day dreams I pictured myself growing wings and flying back to the mountain, taking Vee and flying away with him. Of course there were lots of holes in that plan, it was something that would never happen even if I did have wings. But the desire to see my Vee never went away. I shook my thoughts our of my head. The task at hand was what needed to be focused on.

Hunting. There were not many big creatures in the woods. I found a wild pig occasionally. There meat stank and was mostly made of muscle tissue but Gorza was always pleased when I brought one back. Rabbits were what I found most often. It's what I was stalking now. These rabbits are small brown creatures. Only large enough to fit in one hand and even then they were mostly fur but they were good in stews if you managed to catch enough of them. These rabbits dug burrows under trees and shrubs poking their heads above ground occasionally to check for predators.

Once I sniffed them out, it was usually  only a matter of pulling the small creatures out but there were some cases where I had to collapse part of the cave system to flush them out.

Today I built a fire and sat in the woods with my newly caught rabbits. Pulling the rabbit inside out and peeling off the fur in a single piece. I put the innards aside to use in traps later. Trapping meant less running and more energy. Rabbits are lean meat, not much fat but still delicious. It would have been better in a stew but I was to hungry to deal with the time it would have taken to prepare. The rabbits weren't enough to fill me up but it took the edge off.

Orcs eat twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. I wasn't used to this. I snacked often and had three meals a day in the my village and in the mountain food was available all the time. It was good that Vihar was there, where he was able to eat as much as he wanted.

The meals I received from the Orcs were small in size since I was the lowest ranked women in the village but it was better than nothing. They shared what they had and I was grateful. Having at least two promised meals and a roof over my head was what I needed but I still wanted to build my own house as soon as possible. It's not like I had any place in particular that I needed to be, I reasoned. Where els could I find a people who would welcome me looking like this. I rubbed my fingers over the tiny black protruding horns at my hair line. The Gorza and Ortha were really good to me.

I often found myself comparing Gorza to my sister Maple. Gorza didn't wear her hair in a mohawk braid but they both had wives, looked after me. I wonder if Maple never brought a child in because she had spent most of her life raising her younger siblings. I should bring something back for Gorza and Ortha, breath knows they worked up an appetite. Let's hunt a little bit more before I go back for the morning meal.