Lost to the Orcs (Oyeon Orcs)

Chapter Twenty Three Punishment

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: PUNISHMENT

Jaedason

It takes much persuasion t’ get my mate in a mood where she would willingly give ouer son t’ Narod. Thankfully, after ouer conversation ‘he other day, it is easier t’ speak with her about these things. About letting Narod take ouer kit. About taking a moment for us.

Lying in bed, Ay kiss her arm as she’s seated, lost in her mind. Haugen, an Orc like Irf but only in that he has some kind o’ magic. Science, my mate calls it. Is enough t’ see if someone needs more care o’ no’. But they cannae take away pain, o’ bring you t’ another world. Ay watch him with lazy eyes. Watch my mate. Waiting.

“She is well.” Haugen states after checking her pulse. “Orc spend is safe for the kit, if you worried. It can help with pain and ease the birth. So I donnae see any reason t’ stop you if you would like t’ continue sexual activities.”

Ay smirk at my mates flushed skin an’ ‘he press o’ her lips t’ stop ‘he gasp. “Ay’ll keep that in mind. An’ punishment?” Ay ask while wrapping my arms around my mates waist an’ pulling her t’ me. Her head jerks t’wards me, eyes narrowed with ire.

He nods t’ me, “Och, I donnae see why that would be an issue.” Tapping two fingers t’ his chest, he takes his leave.

With his statement o’ good health, Ay can do what my mate needs.

“I think I misheard you.” She grumbles, eyes flinty an’ annoyed.

Ay smile, rows o’ sharp teeth for her t’ see. She shivers in my arms. “No, you hear fine little mate. But if you forget, Ay’ll remind you.”

She flushes an’ clears her throat, “Uhm, what are you talking about?”

My smile turns int’ a grin. “Shall Ay demonstrate? You werenae safe, little mine.” Ay release her from my arms an’ stand up, looming over her. My claws gently caress her cheek. “You left ‘he mountain withou’ telling me or U’s. Ay’ll make sure you donnae do this again.”

She shakes her head. “Nah, I’m—I’m good.” Her breath comes out in soft puffs. Ay can smell her muted excitement.

A chuckle leaves me, “Was no’ request, little lost. Ay guide you. Teach you why you should tell us. E’ery time you leave ‘he mountain.” Ay trail a clawed finger down her throat before coming back up so Ay can cup her jaw.

“It was one time. Shouldn’t I get like a get out of jayul free kard?” She grumbles.

Ay hum, “Ay donnae know these words. Thus—

U’s clears his throat at the entrance o’ ouer rooms. She narrows her eyes at him. “What are you doing here? I thought you were taking Arawn to Narod.” She crosses her arms across her chest, both ouer eyes hone in on her breasts before she huffs in irritation an’ drops her arms.

He smirks at her, mischief in his eyes. “Apologies, sunkissed, Narod met me an’ took Arawn t’ ‘he nursery t’ play with ‘he other orclings.”

“Met you where?”

“Ach, is no matter. Come, Arawn is safe. Trust us.” She arches her brow a’ me. “Come, pretty mate.” Ay hold out my hand for her an’ she stares a’ me as if it’ll show her exactly what is going on in my head. But alas, she is left bereft an’ confused as she places her hand in mine.

She grumbles. “I’m not sure I’m going to like this punishment.”

Ay hum, “Punishment is no’ fun. Is lesson.” She pouts as Ay pull her t’ U’s who was holding a strip o’ cloth. Ay turn t’ her with an arched brow. She grumbles under her breath about males being pains in ‘he ass. But she leans forward so U’s can tie ‘he cloth around her head, covering her eyes completely .

Ay turn t’ U’s, speaking in ouer tongue. She might be learning it, but she is nowhere fluent. “ Did you get it ready? ”

He nods. “Ach, everything is ready. ”

“ Please, Meiksya, double check an’ wait for us. There are things Ay must care for first. ”

Still holding her hand, we leave ouer room. “Little lost, you have fears? Deep an’ dark?”

Her lips pucker in thought. “My deepest fear?” Ay hum, my thumb caressing her wrist in approval. “Dying.” Am surprised by this answer, the After is beau’iful an’ full o’ love. Why would one be afraid o’ it? She continues in a rush, “Some people believe in a god or gods where I come from. Some people believe there is an afterlife where you are judged for your sins or your heart is weighed and found worthy or not. And then, others without faith or proof, like me, aren’t sure what happens. We believe, when you die you just die . So it’s not even dying per-se, it’s the lack of existence after the fact. That I just disappear. The person I am. The thoughts in my mind. Everything that makes me me is just gone? How is that fair? It’s just—” She sighs cutting herself off, fingers twitching in my grasp, “Sorry. If I’m not lost thinking I can babble away the silence.”

My tongue clicks against ‘he roof o’my mouth with annoyance. “Ay like youer voice. Donnae feel embarrassed, pretty mate. Youer thoughts an’ youer mind are a delight t’ hear. Continue, please.”

A flush creeps across her cheeks, but she continues, “I just hate to think about it, because it just sends me straight into a panic attack. Tomorrow leads to next year; to the next 10. Then, a further future. Suddenly I’m old and my children are grown with babies of their own. And then I’m just dead. It’s endless darkness. And I—I start hyperventilating.”

Ay can see her spiraling, so Ay stop ouer walking an’ take her shoulders in my hands. Ay gently blow int’ her face, like Ay’ve seen her do for Arawn when he is having a ‘melt down’. “Breathe little lost. My sunkissed, breathe.” Ay caress her shoulders an’ upper arms with my palms. “Would you like t’ stop? Ay take off ‘he cloth?” Ay lift a hand t’ stroke ‘he edges o’he cloth. Ay weel rip it off if she asks. She takes deep breaths, softly counting. When she reaches ten she shakes her head. “Ay ken you need structure, pretty mate. Centered on t’day. Now. E’entually, we learn that futures no’ bad. T’day is gift o’he mother. T’morrow is full o’ blessings ouer father. Future is kept for ‘he kits.” Ay cup her cheeks in my palms, bending down, Ay gently press my lips t’ hers. Ay pull back before Ay can make it anything more. “We work on t’morrow. Later. T’day, Ay punish you, ach?”

Ay smile down at her, e’en if she cannae see. My amusement at her rolling her eyes beneath the cloth, unmeasured. “Such sass, pretty mate.” Ay hum disapprovingly, tapping her nose. Her lips thin an’ she whispers nonsense o’ reading minds. “Ay ken from youer lips. Lips are very expressive.” My thumb glides across her lower lip. Ay watch her contemplate nipping me.

“So what is my punishment?” She asks, her cheeks flushed a healthy glow.

“Ay havenae decided yet.” Ay lie. Humming. “Come, little lost, We find youer punishment, yes?” Placing her hand in mine once more, Ay tug her along down the hall.

She groans after a moment. “You don’t even know what it is?”

Ay laugh, t’ ‘he startlement o’ an Orc woman. She glares at me. Ay roll my eyes as we continue. “Ach, Ay know it woman.” Ay stop walking again, in plain view o’ anyone walking down this hall. She bumps int’ me, her head reaching ‘he beginning o’ my chest. Ay take her chin in my hand, tilting her head up. Ay can smell her anticipation, body taut with it. “Ay ken ‘he punishment for my pretty lost. Ay weel show you. Again an’ again, if Ay must.” Ay pull away walking again, “Come, Ay take you t’ youer punishment, but first, we travel ‘he mountain.”

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We walk around for some time. Talking t' each Orc we come across. Asking about their tasks, their families. Many o’he ones Ay speak t’ donnae know ‘he human tongue as they donnae come from the mountain where it is mainly taught. Savannah, Ganák’s assistant, is female Orc much like my own mother who tries her best when we travel. But she has ne’er been able t’ get enough t’ join on ‘he caravan. They are content t’ get their lessons once o’ twice a season whene’er we visit their village o’ they come t’ ‘he mountain for shelter from ‘he cold.

E’ery now an’ then, Ay remember t’ gently squeeze her hand in mine. T’ reassure her, that Ay havenae forgotten her. That she is still fore in my mind .

Eventually, she sighs, “What are we doing Jaedason?”

Her use o’ my first name makes me hum with a slight bit o’ irritation. “What have you been thinking about?”

She shrugs, “Not much. Just wondering when we’ll get this punishment over with. If I’ll be working with Burgrol later. How Hani is doing. Things like that.”

Ay pull her in close, her cheek pressed t’ my front, an’ she gives a delightful squeak before nuzzling me. Smelling an’ scenting me. It slightly mollifies me. But no’ completely. Ay wrap a rope around her waist, looping it around her arms an’ tying it. She cannae move her arms further than a few fingers widths.

As she tests her bounds, Ay tie a leash, my fingers grazing her belly, knuckles grazing beneath her breasts. Her breaths hitch as Ay gently tug her forward. She stumbles an’ Ay grasp her arm, tsking. “Listen.” Ay step int’ her personal space, fingers grazing the underside o’ her chin once more. “Focus,” My claws gently kneed at her lower lip, “on me.” My fingers fall t' my side. “Now breathe, pretty Sunkissed. Listen. Focus. Breathe.” Ay tug her forward again. This time, she doesnae stumble.

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Sunkissed

I can’t seem to focus on Jae’s words, trying to decipher his words like before. I’m just listening to the cadence of his voice. It isn’t as deep as one might think or expect from him. It’s deeper than a human mans but it’s an obvious higher pitch and I rather like it. It’d be distinctive in a crowd. Or in a conversation. It’s all I care about.

Focused on that voice. The air that he breathes. The shuffle of his feet and occasionally I zero in on the gentle caresses of his fingers on my cheek when there is a pause in the conversations. Or even in the middle. As though he can’t help himself.

Is this my punishment? To pay attention to him? To focus on him so much that he’s my entire world. Or am I being led to it?

It makes me wonder why he wants me tied up like this. Trussed up. My insides quiver and I clench my thighs together. Cheeks flushed wondering if the female before us is scandalized that the mate of her chieftain is tied up, blindfolded and being led about like a pet .

I hear her make her excuses and then I feel Jae’s lips nipping at my ear. “Ay smell you.” He rumbles huskily.

I swallow. It is loud in the hallway. “Sorry.” I whisper. “I was lost in thought.”

He hums in a way I cannot decipher and boops my nose as he pulls away from me. “Focus, little lost. We are almost done.”

It takes just a few minutes more and suddenly, I’m surrounded by fresh air. We’re outside. The stones beneath my feet are warm. I take a deep breath, the nip of the cold winter coming is in the air. “Why are we outside?”

But Jae doesn’t answer me. Instead, he ushers me forward. Up rough steps that are more a natural formations of slate rock that they’ve turned into steps. When I reach a patch of grass or moss, something giving way beneath my feet, he stops me.

Before I can open my mouth and ask what the heck we’re doing, he shushes me. “Stay. Donnae move.” I hear him step away from me. Doing something. But I don’t know what. I’m on the verge of squirming and trying to get out of this rope ties when he comes back. “Now,” He tugs me forward and my feet step onto warm fabric. A blanket. “Let me seat you.” He gently lowers me down onto the blanket, my hands touch the familiar fabric. The scent of my nest in this open area filling me with comfort.

“What is this Jae?” I hear fabric rustling.

“Punishment.” And then, the world is bathed in light and I’m yelping in surprise. When my eyes clear, I look up and—oh, boy, do I look up. Well, not all the way up. My gaze is stuck about halfway up.

“Uhm…” I lick my lips. “You’re naked.”

His prick bobs suggestively before me, and my lips are suddenly not the only thing empty—I mean dry .

Jae smirks down at me. A smirk I thought only U’s could do. It makes my insides clench. “You flush so pretty, my mate. Youer slick scents ‘he air. Makes me spill so easy.” As if on command, the head of him wells up with drops of seed. I lick my lips once more. Staring.

I swallow, “Uh, so, HoW—” My voice is a high-pitched squeak and I clear my throat. Mentally chastising myself, acting like I’ve never seen his dick before. “So how is this my punishment?” I devour him with my eyes. Every beloved muscle and harsh angle. Every line of his well-defined body and I shiver with need. He sits and I frown as he pulls a basket towards him.

“You cannae touch.” U’snar’s voice murmurs beside me. I jerk in surprise but then feel my mouth further dry up. Because he too is extremely naked.

My eyes bounce back and forth between both males. Watching me. Me watching them. Devouring them. Can’t touch? OH. That is a damn shame. A real damn shame because fuck, I’d have licked them both up in seconds if I could have gotten up. I nod. “Okay. That’s uh—” I clear my throat again, my mouth watering despite it’s eager dryness. “Uhm, that unfortunate.”

Jae grins. “Also, must listen.” He taps his ear. “Let us take care.”

“Of?”

“You.” U’snar murmurs, slouching on a bundle of pillows or blankets. His body on full display. Dick twitching in the air as if beckoning me.

“Ach, we care for you sweet mate. An’ if you were harmed, we wouldnae know what t’ do. So you must care also, you ken?” Jae asks.

I swallow, there’s a lot of that going on and I’m upset it’s just saliva. “O-okay.” My gaze trails down their bodies. To their jutting pricks and the mess they’re making on the blanket. I’m pretty sure I’m never going to forget to tell them of my whereabouts again. Because this is fucking unfair.

They both take in deep breathes. Inhaling exactly what I think. And relishing in the scent. From the basket, Jae pulls out cheese, U’s grabs some berries. They alternate with one grabbing something, placing it out and then the other. Adding to the picnic they bring out a small thing of butter and what is and isn’t honey. Bread and slices of meat. My tummy rumbles. Although, they fed me not that long ago, this looks almost as delicious as their dicks.

“Eat.” Jae tells me.

I give him an incredulous look, raising my brows at him and wiggling my hands. He grins, plucking a morsel of cheese and butts it against my lips. I open them and he pops it in. His fingers graze my lips the entire time I chew. When I’m done, I automatically lick my lips and my tongue swipes his fingers along with any lingering crumbs. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to touch—” I lick my lips again and notice their wicked smiles. “Oh you sneaky little—”

Jae lifts me easily into his lap and pulls up my skirt over my ass. He traces my bare bottom. “No’ supposed t’ touch, pretty mate.” He chides.

“You put your fingers on my lips! It’s not my fault that I needed to lick my dry lips!” I glower at him over my shoulder. “If anything—” WHAP . “HEY!” U’snar chuckles, grinning toothily just like his brother. Jae rubs my burning flesh and moves to the next cheek. Giving it the same pressured smack. He spanks me again and again. Over and over. My bottom burning and tears pricking my eyes. When he’s done, his hands rubbing and massaging my abused flesh I growl, “You’re a brute.” Jae bends me in front of him. His hands on my hips, forcing my ass in the air before him. My face is in the blanket as he licks each globe. “OH! My god! What are you doing?!” I squeak. I squirm, but get nowhere without my hands.

“Jae makes you scream. Call his name. Focus. Breathe.” The words remind me of Jae’s when we were walking, and it makes me wonder if he was there the whole time. Helping me. Guiding me. Stroking my cheek. It makes this all so much better. Or so much worse. I can’t tell right now. Because between each sentence, Jae swipes lower on my haunches until he’s grazing my lower lips.

“Oh, fuck.” I pant, whimpering. Honestly, if I wasn’t weeping with need before, I am now. Jae plunges inside me. I didn’t know how close I was. I didn’t realize I as ready to fall. Hadn’t seen the climb and now I was shouting my release. Clenching on his tongue and I feel his hum of approval deep inside me. “Jeezus christ. Oh fuck me. Jae.” But he doesn’t. Merely laves at my nectar and cleans me with his tongue. Every part of me sensitive and twitching.

Jae sits me back down, but now, leaning against U’s, who has seated himself in my spot. They take turns feeding me. Making me lick the butter and honey or juices that have spilled onto their fingers. Jae doesn’t spank me again but occasionally he’ll trail his unoccupied hand against my bottom and it’ll reignite the burn. When all the food is gone, the three of us eating our fill, Jae kneels before me and U’s picks me up by my thighs. I squeak, as my cheek presses into Jae’s chest.

Jae grasps my head lowering me into a near 90 degree fold. His prick sputters against my lips and I lap up the delicious taste of him. Moaning and groaning mixing and mashing together into a symphony of need. U’s notches himself at my cunt. Rubbing back and forth against my clit. “Fuck.” I moan, teeth and lips and tongue grazing Jae. He groans, fingers trembling in my hair.

U’s breeches me and I feel my entire body shudder above him. “Please.” I beg.

Jae lifts my chin, his dick on my chin. “You. We care for you, ach?” I try to nod but am unable. U’s continue sinking me onto him. My fingers flex and fist with my agitation. “We’ll show you again an’ again if need be.” And then I’m seated on U’s and Jae is pressing himself into my mouth.

Fuck.

I swirl my tongue about him on an out stroke. He hisses and dribbles inside my mouth. “Ach, my sweet mate. Breathe.” I take a breath as told. Wondering for a second why, before he’s lodging himself against my throat. Making me swallow him. I moan. Clenching upon them. Both males join in.

Then, we’re a sloppy beautiful mess. Their hands pushing me back and forth. Back and forth. From one to the other. Full all the time. Loving every second of it.

When they’re erratically slapping flesh against flesh inside me. Thrusting and reminding me how much I am theirs, I clench up. Suck harder. And gasp and choke. Body shuddering as my toes curl and hands fist.

Jae pulls from my mouth, spilling against my face, my mouth, on my hair. My chest. The ropes tying me.

U’s fills me up. Until I’m leaking between my thighs. Spilling out from around his lodged heft.

“Fuck.” I whine.

Jae lifts my chin, hand messy in his spend there. Smearing it on my lips. “We weel show you again an’ again if we have t’. You are ouers. An’ we care so much for you an’ youer safety.”

Tears fill my eyes and my lips tremble. “I’m sorry.” I cry. Begging forgiveness for scaring them. For making them fear my end. “It won’t happen again.” This was the punishment. Not the spanking. Not the tying me up. Reminding me of who I am risking when I don’t speak to them. When we don’t talk. Reminding me, that I am not alone. That there are people who care about me.

“No, Ay ken it weel no’.” U’s murmurs into my neck. Into the bite he’s left on my skin. I shudder and his prick twitches inside.

Jae hums. “Ay ken, it is time for a bath. Donnae you, U’s?”

“Aye. I think youer correct Jae.” U’snar’s lips graze the top of my head.

Untying me, Jae and U’s take care of me just as they said they do. Cleaning me. Kissing me. Loving me. Reminding me how much I mean to them.