Fated To The Orc King

Chapter 8

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"I still can't believe you didn't kiss her last night!" Khagra uttered, while elbowing my side.

Letting out a sigh, I did not bother replying, knowing that he would only give me more shit. I could not afford to have Khagra breathing down my neck and if I verbally responded right now, he would see straight through my lies.

Squaring my shoulders, I remained silent while continuing to walk next to him. My eyes focused on the canopy of trees up ahead, allowing myself to get lost in my thoughts.

Last night had been unexpected.

As hard as I tried, over these last few hours, I had failed to get Izara out of my mind. When I saw her in the hot springs, I could have never anticipated how things would turn out.

Needing some alone time, I had planned to go relax myself beneath the warm waters, but upon seeing her there I immediately became enraged, remembering our encounter that morning. After making my presence known, I had intended to confront her about her actions during breakfast.

The last thing I had expected was to have her pushed up against a wall, with my own body pressing into her, my lips itching to taste hers.

Fuck, I had really wanted to kiss her and the notion had not sat well with me.

When Izara first came to the castle, I could barely stand the sight of her as seeing the way she handled herself during the trip from her village had intrigued me. To think that she had the gall to stand her ground in the face of two mighty Orc warriors.

Over the past few weeks, however, I found that intrigue growing, much to my distaste. I would purposefully do things to try and push her away, hoping that she would get fed up and beg Khagra not to have her serve me my meals anymore.

The only problem was, the crueller I became, the less affected she seemed to be.

Within the first few days of doing her duties, Izara would keep her distance while she brought me my food, bowing her head in respect. I would yell at her and accuse her of all sorts of nonsense, which she never responded to. However, by the end of the second week, there were times when I could see the crack in her defence, her mouth twitching to say something.

It was sometime during the middle of the third week that she lost her composure and lashed out at me and to my utter surprise, I found that I liked it.

Craved it almost.

This then led to a vicious cycle, one where I would purposefully provoke the shit out of Izara until she was forced to break her perfect composure and snap at me.

As a result, I began to notice things about Izara I normally would have ignored. From her personality and the way in which she would treat those around her. Then there was her body; with Khagra's teasing comments, I was forced to notice things like the smooth skin of her neck or the enticing dip of her waist.

I had never seen Izara naked, but last night, her wet smock had left nothing to the imagination. The fabric had clung to her sinful curves like a second layer of skin and I had found myself irritated by how my own body had reacted.

Izara was taller than the average human female that resided within the castle. With wide hips, thick thighs, and a large backside that just begged to be spanked, Izara was the kind of woman most males would give an arm just to get a taste of.

I knew that she was somewhat self-conscious about her slightly rounded stomach and I silently wondered how she would react if she found out how much I wanted to nuzzle my face against her soft flesh.