Lost to the Orcs (Oyeon Orcs)

Chapter Fourteen Grilled Cheese

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: GRILLED CHEESE

They take me outside hours later, my body sore and needing a different kind of stretching. I’m pretty sure I smell like just pure sex in a bottle. Or at the very least straight come that leaked from a freshly pouring cock. Because even though they have me, even though I’m marked, freshly mated and pregnant, they rubbed their excess into my skin like lotion before gently washing me with a bit of water so that it doesn’t flake over on my skin in the sunlight.

Ys’ari joins me as I walk around and try to see if any of the Orc’s need any help. Few allow me, but I think the ones that do only let me because of the big scary Orcs trailing behind me and looking rather fearsome. I beat several rugs and furs to try and get out the dirt that has trailed on them from boots or bare feet. When I feel too tired to continue, I convince my males to go back to work. That nothing would or could happen to me with all these Orcs around to watch. Eventually, they kiss me each in turn before taking their leave.

I notice they talk to a couple Orcs near the entrance who nod. Watching us closely. With a roll of my eyes, I allow Ys’ari to take me to his brother where he is curing hides.

It’s some disgusting smelling blend that I will not ask for the ingredients. Although, the boy asks me if I wish to know and grinned like a fool when my green face said no. He even tried to pester me to ask him like any young boy would when someone that they like finds something to be gross. It made me roll my eyes and laugh all at the same time .

Ys’ari whispers in my ear that there is pee in it and I gag telling him, “No, no, no, I did not want to know!” The toddler falls into giggles.

“It makes these furs really soft.” The boy adds, obviously hearing what the little boy had whispered. “These furs will be used as blankets for beds or clothes for kits.”

I scrunch my nose at the boy. “I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m not used to all of this.” I wave my hand at the curing furs and the others being beaten or sewn in the light of the afternoon.

The boy turns his head at me. “Everyone must do this.”

“Not where I’m from. We have chemicals and manufacturers. There are whole companies that have machines that do it for us. We just buy it.” I shrug. “Most of us don’t even know how it’s made.”

“I do not know what are muhsheens, Kimehculls, Man you fakchur roars.”

I purse my lips. “Yeah, those probably aren’t really words you or anyone here would know. Even if you or anyone did go with a dream weaver, they’d not know the words. U’snar thought my world had hard water that we put on buildings. But it’s just reflective glass.” I sigh. “There’s so much from home I’m going to miss.”

“Like what?”

“Cheese for one.” The boy starts to laugh. At my frown he laughs harder. “What?” I growl.

“We have cheese! Who doesn’t have cheese?” As he holds his sides he begins to wheeze.

“It wasn’t that funny.” I feel my lips purse in a pout.

“You’re so strange.” He continues to laugh.

Placing my hands on my hips, I mock glower down at him. “I’m betting you guys don’t have fridges though so how do you keep it cool?”

After wiping his eyes of tears he’d spilled, “Inside of course. We keep it cool and dry.” He chuckles as he stands. Shaking his head in bewilderment. “Cheese.” He nearly giggles and continues curing his leathers. “Ys’ari, why don’t you see if the chief can get the lady some cheese?”

The boy hopped up from watching the show on the grass and took my hand. “Com.” He grins. If I have a baby that is half as cute as this little Orcling I’m going to be one lucky momma. I wave at some of the Orcs around and the one or two humans who have been eyeing me as the little child takes me to my mates.

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I get my cheese. In fact, I go straight to the kitchen (with my dearest U’snar, who had come back to check on me while Jaedason continued with business) because I needed to ask around and see what kind of foods they actually have. Because if they have cheese do they have tortillas? Flour? Bread? Buns? Can I teach these people how to make burgers? Burritos? Do they have pepper? Salt?

What I find includes, flour of a kind. I don’t think it’s wheat flour. It could be corn or some other plant that they use. We have bread, I’m not surprised with that one because what people do not have bread in any sort of era? No buns and no tortillas. So burgers are out. For now. But because we do have cheese, bread, and butter or well, maybe it’s fat, I get to at least make U’snar and me a grilled cheese sandwich.

I’ve never seen an Orc, or well, anyone, so happy over a simple dish. But U’snar scarfs down his portion and looks longingly at my own. I tell him to back off and that if he wants more, I can show him how to make it. Which eventually turns into teaching the cook and Jaedason who comes to investigate U’snar and my whereabouts.

“Where did you learn this delicacy?” Jaedason asks. Licking grease off his fingers. I’m enraptured by the movements of his tongue and when he notices, he starts to lick slower. It ends up with me imagining something completely different being licked and having to be snapped out of my day dream. “Little Lost?” He smiles indulgently at me. Indulgently wicked because he knows exactly why I’m so ‘lost’.

“I—” My voice cracks and is husky, so I clear it. “I learned from my mother. Really anyone and everyone learns this where I come from at a young age. It’s usually the families that aren’t well off though, as it’s easier to procure some butter, bread and cheese than it is meat stuffs. Unless you go for the really cheap, ‘you’re not sure where this comes from’ kind of meat. Then there’s that in abundance. But really, you should learn about where your food comes from and what exactly is in it.” I stop the word vomit with a bite of my food.

“You trade for these items? You do no’ make them yourselves?” Jaedason questions, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Well, some people make them. But really, we have other focuses. I was an artist. But not traditional. It was like…”

“The strange metal boxes with ‘he clicking an’ strange magic?” U’snar asks. I forget that he’s ‘been’ to my world and can sort of describe some things.

“Computers. But yes. I was super good at it. I could sell my art and live off of it. Pay for my house, all my bills, and food.” I shake my head. “I digress. There are so many occupations as there are people. So, we didn’t have to trade items for other items so much as we paid for them with a currency decided by those in charge. We didn’t need to make the items because we could buy them.” I shrug. I polish off my third grilled cheese. Damn these taste so good.

I feel two pairs of eyes boring holes into me. When I open mine, entering reality from my bliss filled world, I see U’snar and Jaedason’s golden gazes blazing and beautiful as they stare at me. I smile at them and lick my fingers.

Jaedason harrumphs as if he hadn’t been doing it to me not that long ago. Payback, she’s a bitch. I wink at him and he shakes his head. U’snar shoves his shoulder playfully and he shoves his brother back, a look of begrudging amusement adorning his lips.