Fated To The Orc King

Chapter 21

▪️B A L D U R▪️

"Fuck, that's it..." I moaned.

Khagra's grunt reverberated through the air, a guttural sound that punctuated the intensity of his exertion. Above me, his figure remained in constant motion, a mesmerizing display of fluidity and strength.

His muscles were taut, tight with concentration and my bed creaked slightly with each movement, bearing witness to the force and determination behind each motion. The sound served as a subtle reminder of the power contained within his body, as if even the furniture acknowledged the raw energy emanating from him.

Panting, I exclaimed, "Yes! Right there, deeper!"

"I'm as deep as I can go, Baldur, what the fuck!" Khagra panted, his eyes staring into mine.

Tension coiled within me as my back arched while my fists instinctively clenched at my sides, the pressure building with each passing moment. I could feel the muscles in my arms tightening, my knuckles whitening as my grip grew firmer.

"I swear on Anu's beard if you don't keep still, I'll end up tearing you wide open!"

"Wouldn't be the first time!" I countered with a gasp.

Shaking his head, Khagra mumbled, "Now who's being a brat? I'm serious Baldur, I need you to keep still while I get the last splinter out, I've almost got it."

After flying Ormr this morning with Izara on Draug, I had come down to the training area to spar with a few of the younger Orcs. I usually helped the wind magic users in particular, teaching them how to control their abilities.

Sometimes, like today, Khagra would assist me and we would put on a fighting demonstration.

Unfortunately, I had been distracted.

When Khagra had unleashed a devastating combination involving a fire attack and wooden spears, a move aimed to overwhelm and consume me, I had not been fast enough in evading his assault.

My mind was still up in the sky, remembering how elegant Izara had looked while riding Draug the Dreadful. If I was being completely honest, I was still trying to wrap my head around the notion of that moody and disgruntled Amphitere.

Draug was a powerful beast, not that I had any doubts in Izara's abilities. But I never thought I would see the day that Draug would allow anyone to ride him.

Yet, seeing Izara with him in the open air today made me realise that the Amphitere had been waiting for her. There was no other explanation and while the bond between a rider and its Amphitere was still something of a mystery, there was no doubt in my mind that Izara and Draug were destined to ride together.

To witness the union of Izara and Draug was something that I would never get tired of seeing. Draug, with his majestic wings unfurled and eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom, stood as a testament to the depths of trust and respect that had been forged between them. His size alone was enough to inspire trepidation in the hearts of many, yet here he was, submitting to Izara's command and allowing her to mount his formidable back.

It was a moment that defied conventional belief, a spectacle that transcended the boundaries of imagination. I had known Draug as a force of nature, a being untamed and unyielding, never once submitting to another. Yet, in the presence of Izara, his demeanour shifted, embodying a rare vulnerability that whispered of the unbreakable bond they shared.

Today had been their first time up in the open skies and though they might have started out a bit shaky, they quickly got into a rhythm that almost made me jealous.