/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>>161509

Update when I can.

I got the rest of Tusktaker on my pastebin if anyone wants it broken up into smaller pieces. Small being a relative term, I didn't realize how big these updates were getting. http://pastebin.com/u/gundam80

Some rough stuff on the setting for this world. pastebin.com/k6iTFsHP

>>11848 A writefriend started a orc milf story and then it kind of died due to Jewsh's fucking up 8chan. I ended up giving the main female character from his story an extended cameo as Lorka's aunt.

>>150414 This anon was kind enough to make a Skyrim character based off Lorka.

Synopsis time: Lorka is a nerdy orc that comes from a very territorial orcish clan known as the Tusktakers that prize strength and hunting prowess. This is a problem because she enjoys scholarly activites more than hunting,having to hide how she really is from her clan for fear of being treated with disdain. Recently, she's opened up to her orc friends more and other than some occasional ribbing, they've been accepting of her.Thomas is a nerdy kid from school that has a slightly troubled past with a deceased father, and a mother that works abroad to support him. He spent most of his time alone and didn't really have any friends until he met Lorka. The two have been through a lot together but now their relationship will have to endure its biggest challenge, Lorka's father Jor'ak.

>>161516 continued from last thread, see http://archive.is/CIvii

“I asked you a question, you little punk!” Jor'ak growled.

Thomas was sweating bullets. A full grown angry orc dad was the last thing he wanted to deal with, especially since Jor'ak was unaware of his relationship with Lorka. Thomas and Lorka shared a panicked look before Radha sighed and stood up from the table.

“His name is Thomas, he's one of Lorka's classmates and her English tutor. I invited him over for dinner so I could have an opportunity to meet him.”

Jor'ak bared his teeth. “Why does she need help with that garbage! She speaks it just fine, she doesn't need to worry about that crap when I'm trying to get her a guild license for hunting.

Lorka winced as her father brought up his dream occupation for his little “bone splitter.” There was no way she was going to spend the rest of her life as a beast hunter. Hunting could be occasionally fun, but the monsters beast hunters had to kill were way too dangerous for her taste. She'd seen a lot of veteran hunters missing arms and legs, or as they called it “retirement.”

“Jor'ak, there is a lot we need to discuss. I think you have been so wrapped up in the future you want to give our daughter that you've forgotten she is going to be the one that makes her own choices.

Jor'ak didn't say anything for a moment, Thomas could see gears were turning in his head. “Thomas…I've heard that name before. Wait, you're that little weak runt Lorka used to screw with! The little pansy that spends all of his time reading books!”

Lorka jumped up from the table. “Father! Do not speak to him like that! You have no right!”

“Don't you dare tell me how to act in my house, Lorka! I come home to find a human here with no explanation and no word from your mother! Somethings going on , I can tell”

Thomas didn't know what to say. He was sure Jor'ak would probably snap him in half as soon as talk to him, so he did his best to stay quiet.

Radha placed a hand over her face as she shook her head. “This has all gotten so heated. Husband, love, can we just calm down and talk? There's a lot going on that we need to discuss. We can't do that if you are pointing fingers and shouting.”

The huge orc pointed to Thomas. “Then why is he here!? I want a straight answer, not some bullshit about him being a 'tutor'!”

I guess it's now or never, Lorka thought to herself. She walked over to Thomas's chair. “Thomas you should probably stand for this.”

He stood by her right side and Lorka placed his hand in hers as they both looked into Jor'ak's eyes. “Dad, I've been trying to think of away to tell you this for a couple months. Thomas is…” Lorka's voice chokes momentarily before Thomas gave her a reassuring squeeze, giving her the strength to finally tell her father the truth. “He's my Aru'ka.”

>>163431

>Lorka's voice chokes momentarily before Thomas gave her a reassuring squeeze, giving her the strength to finally tell her father the truth. “He's my Aru'ka.”

firetires please

my brawler bicorn waifu, she likes the taste of the mana from the more /fit/ monster girls, so in order to attract them she learned how to fight, now she can go toe-to-toe with ogres and (p)orcs

The Paintrain is late. That's what happens with trains.

>>163431 continued

Sorry for the long wait, wanted to do a super long update so I wouldn't have any awkward breaks in the middle of all this.

Thomas was expecting a lot of things. He was expecting Jor'ak to be confused or angry. Very angry. But the look that crossed the orcs face was more akin to betrayal.

“Is this some kind of joke, Lorka? Because this isn't funny.” Her father said.

“It isn't a joke. Thomas and I have been dating for the past couple of months. We fell in love and…I tried to think of a way to tell you about us, but you get so mad when humans get brought up …”

Jor'ak cut her off, his voice quivering with anger as he spoke. “So you thought lying to me and sneaking around behind my back with this 'human' was the answer?”

“Husband, please!” Radha exclaimed.

Jor'ak growled as he turned and pointed a finger at his wife. “Don't even get me started on you. You knew about all this and you kept it a secret from me. You are my MATE, Radha! How could you keep something like this from me?” Thomas could tell by the look on Radha's face that Jor'ak's words had cut very deep. He could see her shiver slightly.

”Dad…Father, don't be angry at Mom. I asked her to keep it a secret.” Lorka explained.

Her father gave her a cold, hard look. “I can't believe your throwing away your life on this little runt! What about the hunting guild? What about the clan?”

Lorka averted her gaze as she spoke, too ashamed to look her father in the eye. “I don't want to be a hunter, Dad! I only do it because it was something you loved, and because it was part of being a Tusktaker. I want to be a scientist and apply all the stuff mom taught me about plants from the Homelands. I'm sorry. I know that isn't what you would have chosen for me, but it's what I want to do.”

“So that's it? You're just going to cast aside being a Tusktaker…a real Tusktaker because of this little humie?”

Lorka bared her teeth in anger. “This isn't even about him! I've never wanted to be a hunter! I've had to hide who I am my entire life! I like reading and going to human movies that aren't just about fighting and hunting! I like science and literature and doing unorcy things! I like being with Thomas. He understands me!”

Jor'ak shook his head in disbelief. “I can't believe it's gotten this bad.”

“It isn't bad! There's nothing wrong with liking unorcy stuff! I can still be just as much as a Tusktaker and like humie things.”

“No, Lorka you can't! That's what I've been trying to tell you!”

“You're such a stubborn idiot! Why-” Jor'ak lept towards Lorka and slapped her hard across the face.

“Don't EVER talk to me like that! I am your father! I care about you! I'm trying to look out for you!”

Lorka was stunned, her hand covered the large green hand print that was forming on her face.

Thomas felt his blood boiling with anger. No one treated his Aru'ka like that while he was around! He was trying to be levelheaded, but he couldn't keep silent any longer.“Your daughter just poured her heart out and told you a secret she's been keeping in for years, and your solution is to slap her across the face and belittle her for the choices she's made?”

Jor'ak turned his gaze on Thomas, his crimson eyes filled with hatred. “How fucking dare you, you pale skinned little shit! You come into my house, trick my daughter into giving up on everything I've worked so hard to pass on to her, and then you act like I'm in the wrong?”

Thomas fear evaporated as outrage trumped self preservation. “Lorka once told me the most orcy thing you could do was to stand up for the people or things you hold most dear, no matter what. So does that make her the unorcy one or you? Because all I see is a father bullying his daughter into the life he wants her to live.”

Oh fuck. Why did I say that? Oh Jesus, he is going to murder me, Thomas thought.

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Jor'ak roared “Don't you dare fucking lecture me, boy!” Thomas barely had time to duck as Jor'ak threw a cross at his face. Before he could react, the giant orc followed up with a left handed hit to his sternum. Thomas's reflexes saved him from the full force of the punch by falling back slightly, but the blow still hit him with enough force to send him halfway across the dining room. He wheezed slightly as he clutched his ribs.

Jesus Christ, Jor'ak hit like a truck. If he touches me again, I'm dead, Thomas thought.

The massive orc let out a guttural yell as he lunged at Thomas. He managed to thrust his leg into Jor'ak's stomach, turning the orc's own momentum against him. Disturbingly, The pain barely even registered on Jor'ak's face as he reared back his fist in a hay-maker…only for Lorka and Radha to slam into him, knocking him off of Thomas. The two shook as he tried to force them off. He could easily escape…but only if he hurt Lorka or Radha. They were playing a dangerous game, gambling that his love for the two of them would outweigh his desire to harm Thomas. “Let me go!” he shouted.

“No husband! This has gone on long enough! You are an adult, and an orcish adult at that. He is a human teenager. Use some common sense. You could kill him!” Radha yelled.

Jor'ak's anger seemed to fizzle, replaced by resigned bitterness. He gave a harsh chuckle as he eyeballed Thomas. “So this is it,huh? Betrayed by my own family for this little gobshit.”

“I'm not betraying anyone, Dad! You're the one acting like a crazy person! Thomas hasn't done anything wrong!” Lorka exclaimed.

“So Lorka, what's next after this? You go to college, leave the clan behind while you rut with this little humie? Cut ties with your culture and become soft and weak just like your boyfriend? Become a black sheep to most of the clan? Give up on everything I've worked so hard to give you?”

Thomas felt his Jor'ak's words hit harder than his punch to the chest. Was his relationship with Lorka really hindering her this much? Was he worth all this trouble? He knew Jor'ak wasn't going to like him,but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

Radha growled at her husband “Jor'ak, how can you say all that? What about A'kua's mate?”

“Chuck worked hard to prove himself to your parents! He didn't sneak around behind their backs, he was upfront with what he wanted!”

“Dad…” Lorka tried to say something, to assure her father she wasn't going to turn her back on her roots and forget the clan, but she knew it wouldn't matter. He was beyond reason at this point.

Jor'ak sighed, and he relaxed his muscles. “Let me go, I'm not going to touch your precious 'human', I promise.” The two orcesses let him loose. The older orc walked to the door, picking up his bag of hunting gear before he opened the door.

“Husband, where are you going?” Radha asked.

“Out.” was all he said. A couple pictures fell off the wall as he slammed the door behind him.

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Radha looked like she was about to cry. “I've never seen him like this before. Thomas, I think you should leave. We probably all need a little space to cool down from all that.”

Thomas wrapped his arms around her back and gave her a big hug. She was surprised for a moment, but then her lips curled into a small smile.

“I am so sorry for causing all this.” he said.

“You didn't do anything wrong, Thomas. Thank you for standing up for Lorka. I think you make an excellent Aru'ka.”

Thomas blushed slightly as he let go. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“You too. Now run along home, dear.”

Thomas made his way to his car, with Lorka following closely behind.

He looked up into his Aru'ka's eyes and noticed a tear running down her cheek. He brushed it aside and gave her a concerned look. “I'm really sorry for all of that.” he said in a low voice.

“Like Mom said, it's not your fault.”

Thomas wished he could say something to reassure her, to tell her he could fix this somehow. Truth be told, he was just as scared as she was, but at least could show her he cared. He leaned up against her and gave her a kiss on the lips. Lorka was surprised for a moment, then she returned the kiss with ferocious passion. After a moment, the two broke their embrace and Thomas looked into his lover's eyes.

“I love you, Lorka.”

“I love you too, Thomas.”

She gave him one more kiss before he got into his car.

As Thomas pulled out of the driveway, he looked at Lorka in his rear-view mirror. She looked so forlorn, it made his heart sink. Thomas could tell she was shaken. He hated seeing Lorka like this.

“This is all my fault.” He thought to himself.

>>166593

>mu-onna milf story

Which thread is it in?

>>166807

Thanks anon!

>>166593

Great Work, Orc-Friend!

>>161516

>tfw I had to delete my Skyrim, all of the mods and characters.

>tfw my rendition of Lorka is being used.

>tfw I'll never be able to recreate her properly.

Really wished I saved a preset of her.

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“What? Why would you say that!?” What the hell was Thomas thinking!?

"Lorka, there’s no way your dad is going to accept me. He hates my fucking guts. I don’t measure up to any of his expectations as a mate for you.”

“How does any of that matter? I’m an adult in the clan’s eyes; I can pick anyone to be with. He doesn’t have control over me!” She exclaimed.

“Lorka, he’s your dad. Who’s going to pay for your college? Who’s going to help take care of you if you need to go to the hospital?”

Lorka’s nostrils flared in anger as she spoke. “Do you really think my father would be so stubborn that he’d ignore his own daughter if she needed help?”

“Do you really think your Dad is going to let you go into Plant Pharmacology after you told him you were dating a ‘humie’ and crapped all over his plans for your future?” Thomas asked in a hollow voice.

“I’m allowed to make my own choices!” Lorka shouted.

“I never said you weren’t, but your father doesn't have to like them. If he thinks the choices you’re making are terrible, and he does, he is going to try to stop you. Your dad thinks I manipulated you into leaving hunting and made you ‘unorcy’. The best solution I can come up with is to cut myself out of the equation. At least you can still have a shot at the life you want to live instead of holding you back."

“How can you talk like you're such a burden? The name I call you means ‘One who makes me Happy.’ I love you! Why do you think the solution is to leave?” Lorka was on the verge of crying. This wasn’t supposed to be how this ended, not after they had been through so much together.

“I love you too, Lorka. Love isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes when you love someone, you have to make sacrifices. Sometimes a relationship isn’t worth the strife it can cause.I’m not going to come between you and your family.”

Lorka was stunned. She couldn’t believe he was saying all this “Family? My Mom loves you; she’s been supportive of us since day one! Who gives a fuck about what my Dad thinks! We can show him that I can still be just as much of an orc while being with you.”

“Your dad doesn’t see it that way.” Thomas countered.

“My Dad’s a stubborn jerk!” Lorka spat.

“Lorka, you dad can be an ass but at the end of the day, he’s your father. A long time ago, I lost the chance to have a relationship with my dad. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you because of me.”

Lorka’s voice choked as she spoke. “I thought we were something special. How can you be so cold? ”

Thomas wiped a tear from Lorka’s cheek. For the first time, she got a good look at his face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. “This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I don’t want to do this. Being together with you has been the best, I haven’t been this happy in years. But if being with me is going to cause you more trouble than it’s worth, we have to break up.”

Lorka tried to hold it in but she couldn’t take it anymore. Tears started to cascade down her cheeks as she sobbed. Thomas hugged her and placed her chin on his shoulder. “Shhh, it’s going to be okay. You’ll find someone than can be a better Aru’ka than I ever was.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it! You’re my Aru’ka, I don’t need anyone else!” She bawled.

Thomas pulled a tissue out of his pocket and cleaned off her tears. “I’ll miss you, Lorka. Just promise me that you’ll make peace with your dad and get into that university we talked about, okay?”

“…I promise.” She sniffed.

“Thank you. I don’t think dragging this out anymore is going to be good for either of us.” He gave her one last kiss on the forehead. “Good bye, Aru’ka. ”

And with that, he disappeared into the woods.

>>171750

Orzh plz

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>>175467 continued

Lorka made her way up the stairs to her room, eager to avoid seeing her mother. Radha was usually a great comfort to her, but today was different. Lorka kicked open the door to her room and pulled out a small chest from her closet. It contained all the books she’d saved over the years, with authors like Shakespeare, Tennyson, Coleridge, Bradbury, and more recently Lovecraft, Burroughs, and Vonnegut. She took out a couple textbooks she’d need to study for college and began to make a small pile out of them next to the chest.

After a couple minutes of stacking, she heard someone give a gentle rap on the door frame. Her mother was standing her doorway, a concerned look on her face.

“Daughter, are you alright?”

Lorka turned away from her, pretending to be busy stacking her books. “I’m fine.”

Radha walked over to her daughter and examined her wounded knuckles. “You don’t look fine.”

Lorka jerked her hand back. “I said I’m fine!”

“You are anything but fine, I can tell that with my own eyes. Your knuckles are bleeding and it looks like you’ve been crying. And your father said Thomas broke up with you?”

“Yeah, he did.” She murmured.

Her mother's lips curled into a frown and she gave her daughter a sympathetic look.“I’m so sorry, daughter. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Lorka sighed as she closed the steamer chest. “Could you toss this out for me?”

“Isn’t that your book chest?”

“Yes.”

“Why would you want to throw these out? You love these!”

“Dad wants me to be a real Tusktaker. I’m giving up on this garbage. Only thing I need is my course work textbooks and some plant guide books. Everything else is just casual reading.”

“Lorka…you can’t really want to get rid of all this.”

“What’s the point Mom? I don’t have anyone to share it with anymore! It was bad enough when I was alone and I had them to myself…”

“But now all they do is making you think of Thomas?” Radha said, finishing her daughter’s sentence.

Lorka didn’t say anything but she could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

“I’m so mad at Thomas He’s such an idiot! We could have worked it out!” Lorka completely lost her composure as she felt tears dripping down her face. She was ashamed of herself, orcs weren’t supposed to cry when bad things happened to them; they were supposed to either fix their problems or get over it.

Radha embraced her daughter in a hug, pressing Lorka’s face into her bosom. Radha stroked her daughter’s hair as she continued to cry. Lorka continued to sniffle a bit but her mother’s warm embrace comforted her greatly. “I’m sorry daughter. I’d do anything to fix all of this.”

“I know.” Lorka sniffed.

After Lorka calmed down a bit, Radha fetched an herbal poultice and applied it to Lorka’s wound. Lorka had changed into a pair of comfy pink pajamas and was sitting on her bed while her mother tended to her wound.

“What am I going to do, Mom?” she said quietly.

“You are going to rest and try not to think about what happened today. Then I’m going to have a long talk with your father.” She said. Lorka always respected her mother’s ability to take charge, though she didn’t know if talking to her Dad would change anything.

She gave Lorka a reassuring smile as she finished applying the medicine. “Don’t give up yet, Lorka. Love can be hard sometimes. I know Thomas still cares about you. As long as you two still love each other, there is hope.”

Radha gave her daughter a peck on the cheek and started to walk out of the room.

“Do you still want me to take this?” she said, gesturing to the book chest.

Lorka nodded. Her books couldn’t offer her the escape she’d enjoyed in the past. They were just a reminder Thomas was gone.

“Alright, if that’s what you want. Good night daughter. I love you.” She picked up the chest with one arm and began to walk out of the room.

“Love you too, Mom” Lorka said. Her mother turned out the lights as she left, leaving Lorka alone in the dark.

Lorka tried to sleep, but she found herself tossing and turning, too stressed out to relax. Her thoughts kept coming back to Thomas. A strong orc wouldn’t let herself be torn up by this. She’d get over it, move on, and be better for it. So why couldn’t stop feeling miserable without him? Maybe they key was to be the person her clan and her father wanted her to be. Maybe she shouldn’t go into science. If she couldn’t have Thomas, she could at least have her clan. Her mind buzzed with plans for the future before her exhaustion caught up with her and she fell into a deep but troubled sleep.

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>>175469

>>175751

On stationfirst picture:

> "…It's fuckin' hot here, what the fuck are ya looking' at?"

> "…No, this ain't no 'signal', fuckass, it's supply fuckin' up an' me not gettin' anotha pair. Fuck off!"

> "…Kah Wah Ee FUCKING desu. There, ya perverted fuck, ya happy?!"

> "…Kid, ya notice these hips have big fuckin' scars on 'em? Ya keep lookin' down there every day of th' fuckin' week, so odds are good ya noticed th’ powerclaws too. Didn't Papa Snackbar El Raghead tell ya that means FUCK OFF AND LOOK SOMEWHERE ELSE?"

Found among personal effects of Private Wynne second picture

> "…Aw fuck no! THAT GOES IN THE TRASH! -muttered- Aunt Kirino, cousin Aina, why do ya do this to me, ya fuckin' whores…?"

Same day, same source third picture

"Oh FUCK you, Emi. Doe eyes? A ribbon and a SHEET, oh and ya lift th' Goddamn tail? Fuckin' REALLY?! I've seen fiddly cent spadetail hookers less easy than you! 'Innocent', my fuckin' moon-sized ASS. -muttering- …An' she was Gramma's 'Good One.' Fuckin' bullshit."

> "Why, God! Why couldn't I get a fuckin' NORMAL first-gem Nip family?! Why'd I have to get the fuckin' cumguzzlers, God DAMMIT?!”

> "…So, uh, you heard all that…and FUCK, you understood it-YOU DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING', YA FUCKIN'- …Wh-?! FU-…YES, KID, I LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN' PORN STAR UNDER THESE SCARS CUZ MY FAMILY WAS JAPANESE FOXSLUTS, THANKS A FUCKIN' MILLION FOR POINTIN' THAT OUT! -muttered- ‘pretty.’ Right…"

Want to roll with it further, or do something else with it?

>>178918 continued

A couple weeks later…

Jor’ak ran through the underbrush, panting loudly as the trees around him shook. The ner’xz was moving from treetop to treetop and soon the damn thing would catch him.

The beast had been far cleverer than the hunting party had anticipated. It pretended to take their bait and go after the decoys and then doubled back and started hunting the hunters. Jor’ak had been separated from the main group in the confusion and forced to fight it by himself. The monster had shrugged off his iron spear and managed to break his machete. The only weapon he had now was a small knife used to slit the throats of wounded prey.

He heard shifting coming from the branches above and a shrill trilling noise before pouncing on top of him. The creature looked like it belonged in a nightmare. Six legs, all muscular and filled with claws, like some tainted parody of a tiger, a head with too many eyes and too many teeth. His instincts saved him from a fatal blow as he leaned back and caught the creature in the stomach with knees.It gave him enough time to protect his throat.

Jor’ak said a silent pray to his God for strength as the thing started clawing at his face, the leather gauntlets on his arms protecting him from the brunt of the monster’s attack. He just needed to get to his knife before it claimed his neck…

All of a sudden, a war cry pierced there air. The ner’xz halted its onslaught, its head drawn instinctively up to scan for its challenger. Lorka let out another scream as she swung down from a tree, a massive iron studded club in hand. The ner’xz attempted to lift itself off Jor’ak, but he managed to grab the beast’s front legs. He couldn’t hold the beast for long. But he wouldn’t need to. Lorka’s club found its mark on the beast’s head, caving in the upper half of the monster’s head and sending teeth and eyeballs flying. Lorka rolled with the fall, standing up right with her war club ready, just in case the monster was still alive. The Ner’xz jerked and spasmed, blood spouting out of its head before Jor’ak grabbed the beast and broke its neck, putting it out of its misery.

Both Lorka and Jor’ak sat on the ground, exhausted and full of adrenaline but happy to be alive.

“You okay?” Lorka asked her father.

He ran his fingers over his neck. “That was…that was the closest I’ve come to dying in a long time.”

“I’m glad I got here in time.”

Jor’ak smooshed Lorka into his chest in a massive bear hug. “Yeah. Me too, Bone-Splitter. You did well. I’m proud of you.”

Lorka smiled with pride at her father’s words, though she couldn’t help but feel a small pang of sadness. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? Her father’s approval.The two waited in silence until the rest of the hunting party found them.

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“Thomas…”

“Thomas, when are you going to stop sleeping?”

Thomas opened his eyes. He was lying on the living room sofa, his head resting on Lorka’s lap. She smiled as he looked up at her. The young orcess was holding a small yellow book in her hands. Lorka must have been reading while he was asleep.

“Hey…how long was I out?” he said as he rubbed his eyes.

“About two hours. You were having a nightmare. You kept tossing and turning.”

Thomas sighed and closed his eyes again. It had been a particularly bad dream. But at least he was with Lorka. He smiled as he pressed his cheek against her soft thighs.

“Are you okay?” She asked, concern clear on her face.

“I just missed this, that’s all.” He said with a content sigh.

She laughed. “Missed this? You’ve been with me the whole time.”

“I know I just…You know what? It isn’t important. We’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

He looked over at the book she was reading. The King in Yellow, by Robert Chambers. It was an anthology; the first half being macabre horror stories and the second half being mostly romance. Such an odd book. The first four tales were threaded together by a supernatural entity, the eponymous King of Yellow.

“Which story are you on?” He asked.

“Just finished the Repairer of Reputations. It was pretty good. I saw the twist coming a mile away, but it was fun reading a story with a skewed narrative.”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite out of the King in Yellow tales.”

“Did you read romance stories too?”

“I did but, they just didn’t feel the same. And honestly, I really didn’t like The Demoiselle d'Ys. That story was too sad for me.”

“Why not? It was very well written.”

“I know it’s just…romance should have a happy ending. Tragic romance just isn’t as fulfilling to me as a romance with two people working together against the odds to be together.”

Lorka laughed “Sounds familiar doesn’t it?”

Thomas sat up and smiled. “Yeah, I guess it does, doesn’t it.” He leaned in for a kiss and then…

The front door splintered off the hinges. Lorka and Thomas both jumped to their feet startled by the sudden noise.

Jor’ak strode into the living room, covered in war paint and blood, a large ax hanging off his back. He snorted as he looked down with contempt at Thomas.

“She isn’t yours human. She belongs with her clan.”

Thomas tried to say something but he couldn’t. He put his hands around his neck in confusion as he tried to speak but nothing came out. It was like his vocal chords were paralyzed.

Jor’ak snorted. “Pathetic. He can’t even defend his Aru’ka. What a waste of flesh.”

He motioned to his daughter. “C’mon Lorka, we need to go.”

Lorka turned to her humie lover. “Just say something, anything, and I’ll stay with you.” She pleaded, her red eyes glimmering as tears begin to form.

He tried to say something but nothing would come out. He tried to tell her that he was wrong, that he didn’t want her to leave but he couldn’t speak.

She sighed and closed her eyes. Her clothes melted away, revealing her hunting attire. Her face was painted in the same war paint as her father’s, and the heartbroken look on her face was replaced with cold resolve. “You were right dad. Let’s go.” She said.

The two vanished into thin air.Thomas was alone, still trying to speak. Still trying to get his Aru’ka to stay.

>>186554

R E M O V E S H O G G O T H

>>186580

I see we meet again, Kiki-san! When will you just roll over and admit I'm the better meido?

OH HO HO HO HO~!

You leave us in suspense---there!?

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“I guess really it all starts when I married Robert. He was so cute when he first arrived from the Homelands. Always so confused by life on Earth, like a lost child. But he was gentle and strong and…I guess you could say he swept me off my feet. He’d wanted a child so badly. I’d venture to say Robert wanted children even more than I did. He was a very passionate man.” Cynthia said with a wistful sigh.

Thomas’s mom paused when she saw the blush spreading across Lorka’s face. “Maybe I’m getting a little too personal.” She said with a meek grin. “I’m sorry ,dear. Guess I’m just feeling a little nostalgic. Anyway, Robert wanted children right away. Within a year of our marriage, we had Thomas bouncing around the house. You should have seen him. Such a bundle of energy! My husband desperately wanted Thomas to be an outdoorsman like himself. He’d take Thomas to his work place and have him help do minor chores while Robert tended to the area.”

Lorka nodded. “Yeah, I remember him saying something about his dad being a park ranger.”

“He was excellent at his job. Believe me; I placed him in the position myself.” She said with a playful wink. “Thomas wasn’t quite the bookworm he used to be. Oh sure, he loved reading but he was much more social and willing to deal with people than he is now.

Before Robert passed, Thomas was shaping up to be the quite the hunter. He even managed to bring down a buck. We have the antlers mounted over the mantle.”

“Heh, I know about the deer. I'd Thomas over it all the time.” Lorka said with a small grin.

“Oh yes, that’s right! Tusktakers mostly hunt in the Homeland species game preserves. I don’t think Robert would ever let Thomas near any of those beasts.” She said with a shiver. “Anyway, that all changed in Thomas’s second year of Middle School. Robert wanted to take him on a hunting trip over night. I was really nervous over the idea, but he…well he could be very persuasive.” Cynthia’s expression darkened as she spoke. “I should have stopped them.”

Cynthia didn’t say anything for a moment. She looked troubled. Lorka could cut the tension with a knife. “What happened?” she said quietly, wanting to break the silence.

“There was an accident…a lightning storm caused the barrier around one of the Homeland preserves to malfunction. Some kind of beast got out. It was like a tiger, but with six legs and a too many eyes…”

“A ner’xz” Lorka whispered.

Cynthia nodded . “That’s what it was called. Thomas and Robert were cleaning some fresh kill when the thing appeared in their camp. They tried to get away…but Thomas broke his ankle running from the ner’xz.” Tears were beginning to form in Cynthia’s eyes as she continued. “I know my Robert. He wouldn’t leave Thomas to fend for himself. He did his best to hide our son in a hollowed out old tree, and then he tried to lure the creature away. Thomas told me he spent the entire night in that damp log, not sure if the ner’xz was still out there” Her voice began to shake as she tried to finish the rest of her story. “When they didn’t come back the next day, the authorities sent out a search party. Thomas was alive, his ankle was broken but other than that he was fine. They found Robert a couple yards away from Thomas’s hiding place, his body was tangled up with the corpse of the ner’xz. He’d driven his machete into the monster's heart before it killed him. ”

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Cynthia sobbed as she tried to recollect herself. Lorka placed her hand on top of Cynthia’s as she gave her a concerned look. “I’m sorry for making you talk about that, Ms. Cynthia.”

As the older woman dried her tears, she gave Lorka a sad smile. “He really was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband. It hurts to think about it sometime, but at the end of the day he gave his life to save our son. I’m really proud that I could call myself his wife.”

Lorka nodded. “Ms. Cynthia, I just want you to know, that’s one of the bravest things I’ve ever heard. If it’s any consolation, your husband would have made a better Tusktaker than most of the orcs I know.”

Cynthia gave her a proud smile. “You’re so sweet, dear. I’d love to have a daughter like you!” Lorka’s face turned red. “Oh my, you’re quick to blush, aren’t you dear?” Cynthia said, her playfulness begging to return.

“Anyway,” Cynthia continued, “times were pretty tough after losing Robert. I had to pick up more shifts at work till they transferred me to the traveling division. I didn’t get to see Thomas as much, but I had to keep moving around for work. It was awful, Lorka. Thomas began to retreat into himself. He blamed himself for his father’s death. I could barely get him to leave the house. My son had always been such an open person! But after that day, he just started to wall himself off from everyone. I didn’t know what to do! He spent three years like this, shutting people out of his life.And then you popped up… He started gushing about you whenever he got the chance. Thomas finally found someone that brought him out of his shell. I was ecstatic. Until…"

“Until my dad happened.” Lorka said.The young orc balled her hands into fists as she spoke, clearly frustrated. “And now Thomas thinks he’s not good enough for me! “

Cynthia frowned. “I just don’t know what to do with him.”

"I really wish I could patch things up with him, Ms. Cynthia. But how can I fix any of this when he just keeps shutting me out. I don’t even know how to deal with my own problems!”

“Thomas told me about what was going on. Dear…don’t you think you have the right to live your own life? I don’t know what I can say to help you; I have no idea what it’s like growing up in an orcish home. But…”She plunged her hand into her purse, pulling out a small, golden embossed ticket. “I saw this the other day and I thought it might be useful to you, if I got the chance to meet you.”

Lorka took the ticket out of her hand and examined it. It was from the same art gallery they’d visited on their first date. She let a gasp as she read the event’s name. “This is for the same orc that did those amazing landscape paintings!”

“My tickets are yours! I’m too busy to go that night anyway.”

Lorka's jaw dropped.“I don’t know what to say!”

“Say you’ll go. It might give you what you need to straighten out this situation.”

"This is such an amazing gift.Thank you,Ms. Cynthia!”

She giggled slightly as she patted the young orc on the shoulder. “Not a problem, dear.”

Lorka got up from the couch."I should go. Thomas will probably be back soon, and…don't think I'm ready to talk to him just yet."

“Oh, and dear? Before you go, I need to ask you something.” Cynthia handed Lorka her copy of Owen Meany. “Do you still want to leave this with me? Or do you want to take it with you? It was a gift, after all.”

Lorka frowned as she took it out of Cynthia’s hands. “I really don’t know what I want any more honestly. I came over here to put this behind me. Now I just…” She shrugged.

“Then if you aren’t sure, you should probably take this with you. You’ve got a lot to think about.”

“…I think you're right. I'll keep it with me for now. Thanks for everything Ms. Cynthia. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

Cynthia smiled as she put a hand on Lorka's shoulder “No matter what happens here on out, I think you were good for my son. I hope I was at least able to give you some insight."

"You did." Lorka assured her. At least now, she had some idea as to what was going on in Thomas's head.

After saying their goodbyes, Lorka departed for her house. Cynthia sighed as she reclined on here couch. She caught herself staring at a portrait of her husband. “I hope everything works out between those two.”

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Thomas sighed as he closed his copy of the Martian Chronicles. Another day, another boring lunch period. A couple of guys had invited him to hang out and try out some kind of new fighter on their handhelds but honestly, he didn’t want to deal with any right now. So here he was. Alone. In an unused classroom. Flipping through a book he’d read a dozen times.

Thomas found his thoughts drifting to Lorka and her friends. He missed playing games with Rakka, swapping bio notes with Loni…hell he even kind of missed Nerada. She could be a huge pain in the ass, but at least she was honest. And while he missed spending times with the rests of the orcs, he missed Lorka the most. He missed way she’d laugh at his stories. They way she’d banter with him over her taste in books. They way she’d press her body into him when no one else was looking. The way she…

“I want her back” he said quietly. Not like there was anyone to hear him. But there wasn’t anything he could do about that was there? He’d completely shut himself out of her life. There was no way she’d want him back…right?

Thomas was so lost in thought he didn’t notice the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway

Someone slammed opened the classroom door with such force that he almost fell out of his chair. A green snarling blur dashed from the doorway, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. He didn’t even have time to react before it pinned him to the wall.

“You little shit! This is where you’ve been hiding all this time!” A familiar voice growled.

Oh God, not Nerada. Not today. What the hell could she possibly want?

Thomas tried to play it cool as the snarling orcess bared her teeth. “Uh Hey Nerada, you’re looking well.” Fucking smooth.

“Shut it! I’m here for one reason and one reason only, and that’s to make your dumbass realize how bad you fucked up!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, I don’t know? Maybe the part where you broke up with my best friend and now she’s absolutely miserable. But you know what the best part is? She pretends that she isn’t. You ask Lorka how she’s doin’, she says ‘Fantastic! Couldn’t be better!’ Except for the fact that I’ve caught her crying a couple times when she thought no one else was around.”

Thomas felt like some had jabbed a dagger into his heart. Lorka was still crying over him?

Nerada let out an annoyed sigh as she saw the confused look on his face. “You know, for someone so smart, you sure are an idiot. Did you really think breaking up with her was going to fix all her problems?”

“I did what I had to do! “ Thomas yelled.

“No you didn’t! You made everything worse! Lorka doesn’t read or talk about nerdy shit anymore. She told me she got rid of all her books. Oh, and remember how she wanted to go to college? Well guess what, now she wants to join the clan head’s hunt party. Y’know, the one with the highest injury rate out of any other group. And then there’s her dad. Oh sure, she claims everything’s all right. But don’t worry you ‘fixed’ everything!” She spat.

Wait, Lorka gave up on college? She threw out all her books? And she was still having problems with her dad? What the hell, Lorka promised him she’d go to college!

“Nerada, that wasn’t what I wanted at all! Jor’ak hated me, he was making Lorka miserable. If I stayed with her, it would have just made the situation worse.”

“Bullshit!” Nerada exclaimed as she shoved Thomas against the wall. “You did it because you’re a fucking coward. You know why I didn’t like you until you started dating Lorka? Because you’d always sit by yourself and act all cool and aloof when the truth is, you’re just a huge pussy. You don’t want people to leave you alone, you’re just too afraid to deal with others. I thought you were getting better, and then the minute things started getting tough with Lorka, you just split!”

Thomas slapped her across the face, leaving a dark green handprint on her skin.

“Fuck you, Nerada! You don’t know anything about me! Do you know how much it hurt breaking up with Lorka? It was fucking terrible! I love Lorka! You think it was easy to stop being her Aru’ka!?”

Nerada’s eyes went wide from shock as she traced the mark on her face. Then all at once, her lips turned up in a toothy grin. “Finally! I was wondering when you were going to start acting like a real man.”

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Thomas’s anger turned to confusion as the orcess let go of him. He didn’t really know what to make of this situation. “Nerada, why are you doing all of this?”

The orcess rolled her eyes, “I thought you dumb-asses would have gotten back together by now. But oh no, you both just spend all your time moping and running away from your problems.”

Thomas looked surprised, “After you said all that?”

She sighed. “You fucking moron. You’ve spent the last couple months dating an orc, and you still don’t get it. Do you know the worst thing you can do in a situation like this? Giving up. Humans can intermarry with orcs. Just look at Lorka’s Uncle Chuck. You think he got a super warm reception when she brought him home? No, he didn’t! He earned his way into the clan. Sure, A’kua’s dad wasn’t as bad as Jor’ak but at least you could have given a tried!”

Thomas threw up his hands in frustration, “Nerada, how the hell would Jor’ak ever accept someone like me?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s a tough situation. But the least you two could do is figure something out together instead of just shutting her out and making this decision on your own.”

“You’re right…I didn’t know all this would happen. I really fucked up big time. God, how can I fix this?”

Nerada gave him a playful punch on the arm, “Duh! You fight for her, you idiot. Talk to her. Tell her you’re sorry and pray she takes your sorry ass back. And uh…listen. Sorry about all that mean shit I said. I was just trying to get you riled up. You’ve got a lot of potential. I knew that when you smashed a board over that dumb oni bitch’s head. You’re a lot tougher than you think.” Was she…was she actually blushing?

Thomas was shocked. Nerada had always seemed like just a school yard bully. But even though she was rough around the edges, Nerada was surprisingly compassionate.

“Nerada, thanks for telling me about Lorka. I’ve been thinking about talking to her for a long time. I didn’t realize that things would turn out this badly. I just wanted her to be happy.”

The bell for next period rang and Nerada turned to leave. “Well, I did my part. Now you’ve gotta go do yours. For what it’s worth, I hope you two nerds get back together. It’s been pretty boring without you around to keep Lorka from being a buzzkill.” She shook her head, “ Honestly never thought I’d miss her talkin’ about books.”

Thomas extended his fist towards Nerada. She gave him a curious look before smiling and gently tapping her knuckles against his.

“Good luck nerd. You better get her back.”

“I will.” Thomas promised. He was going to do his best to fix his screw ups and make his Aru’ka happy. No matter what.

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>>191326

I probably rushed that part a little bit. I might revise that section and combine some elements of it with this update.

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As the final bell of the school day rang, Thomas ran to his car. He’d spent the rest of the school day thinking about how he was going to talk to Lorka. This entire time he thought he was doing the right thing. But everything Nerada told him…She wasn’t going to college anymore? She was still having issues with her dad? And she was crying? He needed to intervene, to fix all the damage he’d done. “I’m such an idiot,” he thought as he climbed into his car. There wasn’t anything he could do about the past. It was time to move forward.

Thomas barely remembered to buckle into his seatbelt before zooming out of the school parking lot. This was it. He was going to get his Aru’ka back, fix all his problems, and finally move forward with his life. He almost ran a red-light, and he was going a good bit above the speed limit. But it didn’t matter. He was so close to Lorka’s house. He’d jump out of the car, and march straight into the house. Jor’ak would stand there with his mouth agape as he professed his love to his daughter and then…

And then what?

Jor’ak still despised him. He’d probably throw him out at best. At worst, he’d rip him in two. And Lorka…

What if she was angry at him for all the things he did “to help her”?

What if she hadn’t forgiven him for the way he’d broken up with her?

What if she hated him?

Thomas felt the adrenaline rush he was cresting on starting to wain as he saw Lorka’s house. When Nerada had confronted him, it had just been a primal reaction. The girl he loved was unhappy and suffering because of something he’d done and he needed to fix it, dammit! But now…he was coming back to his senses. He could see an orcish woman standing by the front of the house in the distance. Thomas felt the last bit of courage inside of him evaporate. There was no way he could do this. Not today. Before the orc had time to see his car, he made a rapid U-turn and drove back to his house.

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself, sweetie?” Radha asked her daughter as she tapped her fingers against the steering wheel of the car.

“I’ll be fine, Mom. Stop worrying so much!” Lorka told her.

It was the day of the gala event. Radha and Lorka were parked outside of the entrance to the art gallery. Lorka would have driven by herself, but her father was gone for the weekend on a hunting trip and her mother needed to use the car to do some errands. The older orcess opened her mouth to say something only for her to think better of it and shake her head. “I keep forgetting my little girl is all grown up now.”

“Ugh, Mom! You don’t have to say stuff like that.” Lorka said, clearly embarrassed.

“I know, it's just hard knowing my daughter doesn't really need me anymore.” Radha said with a wistful sigh.

Lorka patted her mother on the arm, “Aww, you know you’re always going to be my Mom. That’s never going to change.”

Radha smiled at her daughter, “You’re right, sweetie. Guess I’m just being sentimental. Anyway dear, what time do I need to get you?”

“I’ll text you. Shouldn’t be later than seven though.” Lorka said as she opened the door to the car.

“Bye sweetie, have fun!” Her mother gave her one last wave before speeding out of the parking lot.

After bidding her mother farewell, Lorka made her way to the entrance of the art gallery. She was surprised at herself; Lorka didn’t think she’d ever come back to the gallery. Not after what happened with Thomas. But, the chance to meet that orc artist was too tempting an opportunity to pass up. Lorka flipped over the golden ticket and looked at the writing on the back. “Nier’da Rogath Iron Tusk” How did an Iron Tusk ever become a painter? Their clan was completely centered around metal working. Going into arts or anything seen as “impractical” was seen as taboo in their clan. Yet Nier’da was accomplished enough painter to be featured at a gallery…It made Lorka wonder. She might be able to glean some insight from this Orc. Maybe she didn’t have to spend the rest of her life as a hunter. Well, if she could even get a chance to meet her. There seemed to be an awful lot of patrons attending the gallery. The artist would probably swamped with people talking to her. Still, it couldn’t hurt to try. It was better than sitting at home and moping.

Lorka handed her ticket to a small Kikimora at the door before walking into the gallery. The place was already jam-packed with patrons, men wearing expensive posh suits, the women dressed in scandalous dresses with deep plunging necklines and lots of jewelry. Lorka chuckled to herself as she saw a young man drop his drink as an older succubus gave him a predatory wink. Two older gentlemen toasted their wineglasses before being joined by a pair of danuki wearing gaudy dresses.

Lorka tried her best to blend in but well…orcs aren’t exactly the type to frequent art galleries. She caught more than one person staring at her. Perhaps the white evening dress she’d picked out wasn’t appropriate? Or maybe it was all the extra orc fixings her mother had added, like the kraz’nar fang necklace or the brass anklet over her left arm? Maybe the dren’a talon earrings disturbed them? She’d caught more than one young man eyeing her when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. Some of the women were whispering and pointing in her direction. One even looked like she was snickering. Lorka felt a red blush spread across her face as she looked around. Everyone looked so fancy and glamorous and she…wasn’t. She'd never felt so out of place. It was probably best to just leave. She didn't belong here anyway.

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As she turned to leave, Lorka brushed past a young man in a suit. She only caught a brief glance of his face, but something about it seemed familiar. No… it couldn’t be!

“Thomas?” she called out, more out of reflex than anything else. The man turned his head for a brief second before disappearing back into the crowd .

That couldn't be him, right? There's no way he'd be here. She wanted to just let the matter rest, but she had to be sure. Lorka tried to push her way into the crowd.”Excuse me, pardon me” she grumbled as she tried shoved her way through the throng of people. There, that must be him!

Her hand was almost on his shoulder when she heard a voice call out, “Scott? Where are you?”

The young man turned around, scanning the

floor for his partner, “Right here, Mei!” Lorka watched as a matronly Hakutaku moved next to her lover and gently slid her fingers in between his own. The young couple smiled before moving out of the exhibit hall hand in hand.

So that wasn't him after all. “Oof!” Without even realizing it, Lorka had stepped backwards, colliding with the woman behind her and sending the wine from the woman’s glass all over her dress. “I’m so sorry! I…”

“Goodness dear, you’re lucky I’m not Vani! She would have flayed you alive. ” The woman sighed as she examined the stains on her dress. Wait, that voice sounded familiar…

“Miss Tessa! I’m so sorry! I was on my way out, anyway.” Lorka said her face flushed with embarrassment. She was only in the art gallery for about fifteen minutes, and she’d already spilled wine over the curator’s dress. How could she be such an idiot?

The Wight gave her a motherly smile and simply snapped her finger. The stains on her clothing glowed a sickly shade of green before completely disappearing. “Honestly dear, it isn’t a big deal. And what do you mean you’re leaving already? Surely you didn’t think you were going to leave without visiting with me?” She said with a pout. Such a strange expression for such a dignified woman, “You and your little boyfriend didn’t visit me even once since our first encounter. “She said with faux indignation.

Lorka’s lips curled into a deep frown, “We uh…he sort of broke up with me.”

The wight’s playful expression disappeared, replaced by a look of embarrassment,“…I’m so sorry dear. I feel like a fool for committing such a faux pas.”

“Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know.” Lorka said quietly, trying to maintain a friendly demeanor. She didn’t want to make the curator feel bad.

“Anyway,” Tessa said, trying to change the subject, “Why would you leave? You can’t have been here longer than a couple minutes. I try to speak to each of my patrons at least once. And I know there’s no way you’d want to miss talking to someone as fabulous as myself.” A small bit of green energy surged around Tessa’s eye as she gave her orcish friend a mischievous wink.

Lorka shrugged, “I just don’t feel like I belong here, that’s all.” She really didn’t. This place was way too fancy for her. She was just a hunter after all.

“Nonsense!” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “You came to see Nier’da’s paintings, didn’t you?”

“Yeah! Well, it’s more like I wanted to talk to her. But with all these people around, I didn’t think I’d get a chance to speak to her.”

“Ah! Well, you’re in luck. I told her about you after your last visit. She seemed rather curious about you. I don’t think she expected another orc to appreciate her work.”

Lorka’s eyes sparkled at Tessa’s words. She might actually get to meet her! “Really! Do you think I could talk to her?”

The wight smiled, “Oh I’m sure she’d be more than happy to see you! Come with me, I know just where to find her.” Lorka’s tried not to squeal. She was actually going to get a chance to talk to Miss Nier'da!

Tessa snapped her finger, sending a pulse of cold energy through the air. The crowd begins to disperse as people felt the tension of her aura seep over them. Tessa gestured dramatically towards the door at the end of the room. “Shall we?”

Lorka nodded her head and followed the wight deeper into the gallery.

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“Ah here we are the main exhibition hall!” Tessa exclaimed as she beamed proudly at Lorka’s dazzled expression. The entire area was shaped like a circle, with dozens of people filling the place. Some of them were resting on small marble benches placed in the middle of the room, while others conversed among themselves. The rich satin carpeting and beautiful decorations were exceedingly opulent, but Lorka’s mind barely registered them. It was the paintings that had completely held her attention. Each one of them was breathtakingly realistic and lavishly detailed, featuring an alien landscape that seemed more at home in a fantasy designer’s concept art book than a realist landscaping exhibit. Even so, something about their names felt so familiar. “The Sol’kanar Swamp”. “Tel’Revura Theron”, “The Orenfen Jungle”. These were all locations from the Homelands! Her father and mother used to talk about their hunting trips into the Orenfen Jungle, and Tel’Revura Theron was the largest orcish city in the Homelands, a mighty testament to the legacy of the old Orcish Empire that ruled before the founding of the Clans. Lorka knew the Homelands were long gone, lost to the Aether Storms and the Great Magus War. Yet these paintings were so vivid and lifelike! It was like staring a lost world.

“This is really amazing, Tessa! I’ve never seen anything like this. ”Lorka turned to her side, “Tessa?” The curator wasn’t there. Concerned, Lorka scanned through the crowds looking for her wight companion. She was gone. Lorka frowned. Well, she must have gone to find Nier’da. Maybe it was best to have a look around. As she looked through the gallery, one painting in particular caught Lorka’s attention “The Tandar Forests”, the Tusktaker ancestral hunting grounds. Exotic fauna, including some species Lorka hunted, were dotted all over the background of the painting, hiding in the lush foliage of the dense jungle undergrowth. Near the center, four Tusktakers were visible, huddled around a small campfire. Each of them bearing unique hunting fetishes, tribal tattoos, scars, and animal hide clothing. The attention to detail was phenomenal. It was like staring into a photograph.

“I hope I did a good job conveying their facial expressions. I’m still not satisfied with how they turned out.” A feminine voice from behind Lorka mused.

The voice’s owner walked next to Lorka and let out a sigh. “Working with live orc models isn’t easy. Someone always gets impatient with the process and storms off in a huff.”

Lorka tried not to stare at the stranger. She was orcess, and quite a beautiful one at that. Her décolletage and toned stomach were visible thanks to the scandalous midriff baring dress she wore. It looked like it was spun from Arachne thread judging by the strong, smooth white threads. The woman pushed back a couple strands from her auburn red hair before looking at Lorka with her scarlet eyes. As her hands moved back, Lorka noticed the collection of iron rings on the orcess’s fingers, each wrought with intricate filigree designs, a sign of Iron Tusk quality. The woman smiled as she extended her hand towards Lorka “Nier’da Iron Tusk.”

Lorka locked eyes with her as they shook hands, “Lorka Tusktaker.”

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Lorka and Thomas stood there in the gallery hallway, unsure of what to say to each other. This was the first time he’d try to talk to her since they’d broken up. Why now? Why after all this time had he decided to show up when she least expected it and throw everything upside down again?

Lorka broke the silence, her voice coming out in a cold whisper, “Why are you here?”

Thomas held up his hands. “Mom told me you’d probably show up. I just wanted to talk. I…”

“Talk? Oh, you just want to talk after you left me in the middle of the woods and didn’t say anything to me for over a month? Ha! That’s rich.” Lorka felt anger and resentment coursing through her body. She hadn’t expected herself to be so mad at Thomas. A part of her knew this wasn’t productive, but she didn’t care.

Thomas sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, as though he was trying to regain his nerve, “I just wanted to clear the air between us. Please? ”

Some of the patrons around them began to whisper to each other. Lorka didn’t want to start a fight with Thomas in the middle of the gallery. She still cared about Thomas too. A part of her knew it would be best to just listen what he had to say. It was probably best to just find a quiet place to talk this out.

“There’s a rose garden out back. Fairly excluded. It should give you two the privacy you need.”

Lorka turned around to notice a familiar face. It was that vampire from before…Tessa’s friend. She thought her name was Vani, but it’d been so long she wasn’t sure. She gave Lorka and Thomas a disinterested glance as she took another sip from her wineglass. “Just don’t want you two causing a scene.” She muttered.

Lorka gave the vampire a wicked glare, “Fine. We’ll ‘clear the air’. Let’s go. “Lorka grabbed Thomas by the hand and led him out of the gallery, various patrons making comments about a lover’s quarrel as the two walked past them. Embarrassment wasn’t even a factor; she just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Luckily, finding the rose garden wasn’t difficult. They just had to follow the signs. Still, Vani was right. The rose garden was fairly secluded, with the plants forming a ring around a set of chairs and a bench. They would have plenty of privacy. Lorka folded her arms as she sat on the bench. She gave Thomas a harsh glare as he pulled up a chair in front of her and sat down, trying to maintain eye contact with her as best he could.

“I guess your mother only gave me those tickets so you could ‘surprise me’. Am I right?”

Thomas shook his head. “I didn't plan anything. She just handed me a ticket and said you’d probably be here.”

“So why now?” She asked bluntly, “After all this time, after everything you did, why do you want to make things right now?”

“Nerada cornered me during lunch one day. She told me things got even worse with your dad, and she told me about you were giving up on college.” Thomas explained.

“So? What does any of that have to do with you?” Lorka huffed.

“You made me a promise. You said you’d straighten things out with your dad and get into that pharmacology program you always wanted.”

“It’s my life, Thomas. You don’t get to break a girl’s heart and then get to demand things from her. If that’s wha-“

“That’s not why I’m here. I’m really worried about you Lorka.” For the first time since they’re conversation started, he averted his gaze, “Hearing that really bothered me. I know how much you care about your dad. And giving up on college…that just doesn’t sound like you.”

She let out an indignant snort, “So now you’re going to lecture me on who I’m supposed to be, huh?”

Thomas’s head darted back up as he waved his hands back and forth, “No no, that’s not what I’m saying either! I just…this is really hard.”

Her temper flared at Thomas’s words, “You think this is hard?” Lorka gave her old lover a bitter chuckle, “Try having your Aru’ka walk out on you when you needed him most. Trying giving up on everything you love to make your family happy because the one person you trusted more than anyone else turned his back on you. THAT was hard!”

Thomas just sat there, unsure of what to say, his eyes cast downward under Lorka’s withering gaze.

His voice was barely above a whisper when he finally broke the silence. “Want to know what else was really hard? Giving up my best friend in the entire world so that she could be happy, only to realize I’d just made her even more miserable.

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Oh my god. Why did she say all of that? Even though he’d been misguided, he’d broken up with Lorka to protect her. Now he was trying to make things right and she was just trying to cut him down. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, Thomas. I’m just angry. My life’s been a mess and I’ve been taking that out on you. That’s unfair. You’re here to try and straighten things out with me and I’m just acting like a petty bitch. I’m sorry.”

A look of relief flashed over Thomas’s face. “Please, tell me what you were going to say.” She said quietly.

Thomas sat on the bench next to Lorka, “I called you out here because I wanted to say…I’m sorry. What I did to you was really shitty. I thought I was making your life hell before we broke up. In my head, I was the anchor weighing you down. Your father was so angry…I thought that breaking up with you would fix everything. Your dad would forget about me and you two would iron out your problems. He’d help support you through college and you’d find someone better than me.”

He cleared his throat before continuing, “That that wasn’t the only reason I broke up with you. I kept telling myself it was, but it was also because…I thought I didn't deserve you. Until you came along, my life was absolute shit. You were the first person in a long time to make me truly happy. You were so beautiful, and smart and charming…and I felt like I didn’t deserve you.”

“But,” Thomas reached out and put a hand on Lorka’s “That was a terrible choice on my part. I completely cut you out of the loop because I thought that was the correct thing to do. I let my own personal issues get in the way of our relationship, and I hurt you and made everything worse in the process. It was a terrible mistake, and if I could take it back I would.” Tears started to stream down Thomas’s face as he gave Lorka a weak smile. “I love you Lorka. You’re the most important person in my life. Even if you don’t feel the same way, you’ll always be my Aru’ka in my heart.”

She’d been so foolish. This entire time, he’d been suffering just as much. He’d been misguided and stupid, but Thomas had broken up with Lorka to protect her. She felt so much frustration and anger lately and yet, her with Thomas’s hand on top of hers, she finally felt relief. All this time she’d been searching for an answer. What did she want most out of life? How should she live it? Her clan hadn’t helped. Cynthia and Nier’da had pointed her in the right direction, but their advice had only led her so far. But now, with Thomas next to her, she understood what she wanted.

This time it was Lorka’s turn to get misty eyed. She returned Thomas’s small smile with one of her own as she began to speak. “For the longest time, I’ve been struggling with who I am. I’m an orc and a Tusktaker, and I care deeply about those parts of my life. But I also care about humie thing. Literature, science, art…when you broke up with me, it hurt me so much. Every time I looked through my books, I kept thinking of you.”

Thomas leaned in closer, completely focused on her words as she continued. “Before I met you, Mom was the only person that ‘got’ me. Even then, she never understood me quite like you. When you left, it wasn’t the same. I was so angry and confused…I tossed all my books out because I thought losing myself in becoming a Tusktaker would give me the foundation I needed. Instead, it just made me hate myself. I was too weak to hold onto the things I cared about because I was so afraid of disappointing my dad and my clan. All this time I’ve been trying to become a real orc, an orc worthy of being from the Homelands. But that’s never going to happen because we aren’t on the Homelands anymore, we’re on Earth.”

Lorka sighed and put her other hand on top of Thomas’s, “I can’t be the person my father wants me to be. I have to live my life for myself, like a true orc.” She leaned in close to Thomas’s ear, “Do you remember the most important part of being an orc, Thomas?”

“Never giving up and always strive for the thing you want most out of life.” He told her.

She nodded her head. “And more than anything else in my life, I want my Aru’ka back.”

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Tears started to swell down Thomas’s cheek as he looked into his lover’s eyes. “Lorka I…” She interrupted him with a ferocious kiss as she took him into her arms.

“I just want you to know *kiss* I’m still angry at you. *kiss*

“Then what’s this?” Thomas said with a grin.

His orcess gave him a dour look, “Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Thomas was all too pleased to follow her command. His hand wandered over her breast, gently needing her flesh as their tongues intertwined. Thomas’s hand began to drift down towards Lorka’s waist. Before he could slip his fingers under her dress she stopped him.

“Hold on. Before we get back together I want to lay some ground rules.” She told him.

“Okay” Thomas nodded.

“One, if there’s a big decision, we talk about it. Anything, jobs, family, whatever. Don’t just make up your mind without me and decide it’d be better if we were apart.”

“Perfectly reasonable.”

"Two, my dad doesn’t own me. If he doesn’t like the fact that we’re together, too bad. But if you want to be with me, you have to respect him, even if he acts like a jerk. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything to you, but you’ve got to support me on this one.”

“Not even a problem.”

“Three, you’re my Aru’ka. I’m not ‘too good’ for you. We’re equals, and I think you’re amazing. So start acting like it.”

Thomas blushed at her words. “O-okay.”

“Four”

Thomas frowned. “Four?”

“Four," she said sternly, "And this is the most important one. You have to admit that Illustrated Man is better than the Martian Chronicles.”

Thomas gave Lorka an unamused glare, “I’m sorry, but that’s just too much to ask. I don't think this relationship can be saved."

Lorka’s lips cracked into a broad smile. She pinned her little humie to the bench and began to plant kisses all over his face.“I knew you'd said that. I missed you so much, Aru’ka.”

“I missed you too, Aru’ka.” he agreed.The two nestled in the darkness, their hands intertwined as the continued to kiss underneath the stars

Woohoo!

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Thomas fumbled with his keys as Lorka pressed herself against him, her tongue finding purchase inside his mouth as he tried to unlock the door to his house. Everything had moved so quickly. After their talk in the rose garden, Lorka had asked Thomas if he wanted to “catch up” at his place. She’d told her mother she’d be spending the night at a friend’s. Now she was here, doing her best to keep Thomas trapped in her embrace. The Tusktaker finally had her Aru’ka right where he belonged, and she wasn’t going to let him go for anything.

Her little humie unlocked himself from her embrace to take a deep breath, like a drowning man coming up for air, “Mom’s not here, she’s staying over at her boyfriend’s tonight. So we have all the time to- MMMMMFFF!”

Lorka pressed her lips against his, her arms taking hold of him in a bridal carry while she kept Thomas distracted. She didn’t say anything else to Thomas as they ascended the stairs, her Aru’ka trapped in her firm but gentle arms. Not that he was resisting. His hands traced the contours of Lorka’s bountiful breasts as he continued to return her kisses with equal fervor. She finally had her Aru’ka right where he belonged, and she wasn’t going to let him go for anything.

After shoving the door to his room open, she threw her little humie onto his bed. Thomas barely had time to catch his breath before orcess jumped onto him, her strong, curvy body keeping him from being able to sit up or resist her in anyway. Now came the fun part. Lorka began stripping off pieces of his suit, throwing his jacket behind her.

“Hey those are expensive!” Thomas tried to chastise his over-eager girlfriend, but she silenced him with another kiss. As she unbuttoned his undershirt, she noticed how defined his muscles had become. Her hand wandered over his stomach, feeling the taut contours of his abdominal muscles as she admired her Aru’ka’s body.

“I see you kept up with your workouts.” She murmured. Thomas turned his head away from her, somewhat embarrassed by her close examination.

“I didn’t want to give up on them. Even if we weren’t together, I knew you’d want me to keep up with my workouts. I guess it was sort of like a promise to finish something we’d started together.” He explained.

Lorka put a hand underneath his chin, moving his head back so she could look into his eyes. “Good Aru’ka. Now I don’t have to be as gentle with you as I’ve been in the past.”

Thomas raised his eyebrows, “You were holding back?”

Lorka chuckled at her lover’s ignorance, “Don’t worry; I’m sure you can take it.” she said with a salacious grin.

Before he could respond, Lorka stood up and undid the back of her dress, sending it to the ground. The only thing she was wearing was a black lacey bra and a set of frilly, dark panties. Thomas just sat on his bed, mesmerized by her beautiful green skin, well-toned abs, and thick full thighs.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you like this, hasn’t it?” He said quietly.

“It has.” She agreed. Lorka climbed on top of Thomas, her crimson eyes sparkling as she gave him another kiss. She grinned as Thomas unhooked her bra, exposing her impressive green hued breasts. The Tusktaker let out a soft moan as Thomas took one of her breasts in his mouth, gently stroking the edge of her dark green areolas before lapping at her nipple. She let out a shuddering gasp before forcing him back onto the bed.

Confused, Thomas tried to reach back up only to be pushed down again. “Not yet.” She whispered. Lorka quickly unbuckled his belt, stripping him of his underwear and pants in one clean motion. Her little humie shivered, though she couldn’t tell if it was from anticipation or the cold air. She hadn’t even touched his cock yet it was already extremely hard, almost painfully so by the expression he was making. Lorka licked her lips straddling him, shoving her muff into his face as she admired his erection. The over eager Tusktaker placed a small kiss on his glans, causing Thomas to gasp before she slid her tongue across his member.

“Are you just going to sit there?” She said with a small laugh.

The words were barely out of her mouth before he’d slid her panties to the side and began to lick her increasingly moist folds. Lorka sighed as she closed her eyes, allowing herself time to bask in the pleasure of her lover’s tongue. He’d carefully traced the outline of her slit, tantalizing her before he began to rub his tongue across her clit. Her Aru'ka was doing such an excellent job. Now it was time to reward him for his pleasurable ministrations. She gripped the base of his cock firmly before guiding it slowly into her mouth, making sure not to catch her lover with her tusks. She felt his body shiver underneath her before he began to redouble his efforts on her pussy with renewed fervor.

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Spurred on by her Aru’ka’s vigor, Lorka twirled her tongue around his dick as it slide up and down inside of her mouth. Lorka’s grip on her lover’s legs tightened as she felt herself inching closer to orgasm. She wasn’t going to last much longer. She felt Thomas’s dick spasming in her mouth. They were both so close. But this wasn’t how she wanted it to end. She needed him somewhere else. An animal hunger had awoken inside of Lorka, something instinctual. Something that wouldn’t be satisfied until her lover’s shaft was buried inside her womanhood.

All of a sudden, she took her Aru’ka’s dick out of her mouth and stood up. Thomas sat up as his orcess turned around, “Did I do something wrong? “In response, Lorka placed a foot on his chest and gently forced him back down. She gave him another lust-filled look before nimbly shimmying out of her soaked panties and tossing them onto the floor. As she stared down at him, Lorka noticed a blush forming across his face. He looked so cute and vulnerable …something about his expression set her heart on fire. Maybe it was the orcish side of her coming out, but she wanted to make Thomas hers, to mark him as her territory. And there was nothing he could do to stop her.

“Quite the opposite in fact, but don’t you think it’d be a waste to just cum in my mouth when you have this?” She told him as she spread her folds. Lorka couldn’t help but giggle at the flustered expression on his face.

She gave him a predatory smile before climbing on top of him, her pussy juices dripping onto his erect manhood as she aligned her slit over the tip of his cock.

“Do’th nar arum’da, Aru’ka.” She told him.

“What does that mean?” Thomas asked quietly, somewhat unnerved by his orcess’s sudden sexual aggressiveness.

“It means tonight I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand up.”

Thomas didn’t even have time to voice his concerns before she completely engulfed his cock with her womanhood. Lorka shuddered slightly, savoring the feeling of being connected with the man she loved. The orcess ran a hand across her lover’s flushed face, smiling at his cute expression. Then, she placed both of her hands onto his chest and began to move up and down on his cock, her movements easily lubricated by their intense foreplay. Usually, she would have spent a little time moving slowly to allow Thomas time to adjust. But today was different. Today she wanted to make him cum over and over again, to listen to his moans as she bucked on top of him. She wanted to rut with him like an animal, to claim him as a mate.

Thomas let out a ragged gasp as she came down on his member. Then Lorka did it again. And again. And again, the air filled with a lewd slapping noise as she rode him like a stallion. The lust-crazed orcess rocked her hips back and forth, constantly moving up and down on his shaft with an impressive degree of speed and dexterity. Her little humie was so overwhelmed by her warm, slick insides that he didn’t even try to kiss her or fondle her breasts. In fact, his hands were firmly gripping onto her buttocks, as though he was holding on for dear life. Good, that’s exactly what she wanted him to do. Watching the almost pained look on his face as she continued to rut on top of him like a wild animal felt amazing. She let out a ragged moan, pleased by the feeling of Thomas’s throbbing cock, her thoughts drifting to increasingly naughty acts she wanted to inflict upon her lover.

Lorka leaned in close to his ear, letting out guttural moans and saying dirty, salacious words to her Aru’ka in her own language. Thomas couldn’t understand all of it, but what little he did caused him to turn red with embarrassment. His Aru’ka continued to piston up and down on her Aru’ka’s manhood, her legs locked around his to ensure he wouldn’t try to push her down or escape. There was no chance that would happen anyway. She could tell by the way he rocked his hips, and by the soft quiet moans escaping from his lips. But she wanted him to feel it all, to be engulfed in pleasure as she spurred him closer and closer to orgasm.

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Finally, after what felt like twenty minutes Lorka felt herself coming over the edge. As she began to near the peak of her pleasure, she leaned down and began to nip at her Aru’ka with her tusks. Thomas let out a surprised yelp as she nipped at him. “Cum for me Aru’ka, fill me up with your seed!” She yelled as she bounced up and down on his cock.

Thomas let out one final moan and arched his back as he came inside of her, soaking her insides completely white with his seed as his Aru’ka’s pussy spasmed around his cock. Lorka let out a triumphant roar as she felt herself climax, each shudder of her womanhood causing an overwhelming feeling of pleasure to envelop her as she continued to buck on top of her lover. She didn’t stop pumping her hips until he was completely spent. Lorka let out a sigh as she reclined on her humie’s chest, her large breasts pressed into him as he panted for breath.

Finally able to catch her breath, Lorka looked into Thomas’s eyes, “So how was it?” She asked.

“Exhausting.” He told her.

“But satisfying right?”

Thomas smiled and gave his Aru’ka a kiss. “Very.”

If this ending seems truncated, it's because I have some more planned for this scene but I had to split it into 2 updates. Next update will be some more lewds, and then a bit of plot.

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Lorka sighed as she balled up another tissue and tossed it into the trash. “Man, you really came a lot.” She said.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one that forced me to cum inside.”

Lorka tapped him on the shoulder with her fist, “Oh don’t give me that!”

Thomas smiled as Lorka sat back on the bed, his head buried in her breast as she took him in her arms, “So what now?” Thomas asked his lover.

“Now? We rest. And then in a couple minutes, we do this again.”

“I don’t think I can take another beating like that…”He said as he rubbed his sore hips.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Lorka asked, concern clear in her voice. Looking back, she had been awfully rough. She’d let herself get carried away by her orcish instincts.

“I’m okay," He assured her, “I don’t think I can do that again though. Not tonight anyway.”

Lorka let out an indignant huff, “So now you can’t continue? I thought we had the whole night to ourselves!”

“That isn’t what I’m saying! We just have to go a little slower next time,” Thomas winced as he felt a twinge in his hips, “A lot slower actually.”

His orcess gave him an annoyed look before rolling over next to him. She began to play with his cock, fondling it as she looked into his eyes, “Remember what I said? I’m going to fuck you all night.”

Thomas nodded, “I recognized a little bit of what you said.” Thomas frowned as he looked at his Aru’ka, “What did you mean by 'I’m not going to let you go again’?”

Lorka stopped fondling Thomas and sighed . “Don’t worry about it Aru’ka, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Are you worried I’m going to leave you again?” He asked gently.

“No! I’m fine I…” She said, trying to avert eye contact as Thomas placed his hand under her chin.

“Are you sure? If something’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

“…Yes” She admitted, “I’m really scared. I didn’t know losing you could hurt so much.”

“Is that why you were so rough before?” He asked.

She nodded her head. “I wanted you to see how much you mean to me. It felt so good reconnecting with you. But a small part of me is afraid something else will happen and you’ll leave. What if something worse than Jor’ak came about and made things even more difficult for the two of them?”

Thomas took her hand in his, giving his orcess a reassuring squeeze as he looked into her beautiful, sparkling red eyes, “I was an idiot to break up with you, even if I thought I was doing it for the right reasons. If you don’t fully trust me, I understand. But I just want you to know, even if things are a little bit shaky, I’m going to do my best to be there for you.”

“Do you promise?” Lorka asked as she held out her pinky.

Thomas smiled as locked his little finger around hers and gave it a gently shake, “Cross my heart.”

She gave Thomas a small peck on the cheek, “Thank you, Aru’ka. That made me feel a lot better.”

“Good,” Thomas told her as he ran his fingers through her hair, “Besides, I don’t think anything’s going to be a bigger challenge than your father.”

His Aru’ka snorted and smacked him lightly on the arm, “Jerk!”

Thomas laughed and put his hand under her chin, bringing her in for a smooch. Lorka pretended to resist, but soon, she melted into his kiss, returning it with equal fervor. After breaking the kiss, Lorka looked into his eyes, giving him her best puppy dog stare. “Do you think we could go again ? Please?”

“We could, but I’m a little worried about something. I came inside of you…are we going to be okay?”

“Bitter Root, Aru’ka. Don’t worry. The stuff’s very potent.”

“You’re still taking Bitter Root?” He asked.

She nodded, “Yeah, it also keeps our hormones in check. You don’t want to see an orcess when she’s in heat without Bitter Root to take the edge off,” Lorka shuddered, “Poor Uncle Chuck! Aunt A’kua almost put him in traction during their wedding night!”

“That’s…wow. I hope that doesn’t happen to me. N-no that I wouldn’t want to marry you ever I just…”

Lorka silenced her nerd with a kiss before he could shove his foot down his mouth any further, “I’m holding you that last part, by the way.” She said with a devilish grin.

Thomas gulped as his face became flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m just teasing you! Don’t get so serious!” She laughed.

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“Anyway,” Lorka continued, “Now that you know we’re safe, would you like to continue?” she said as she began to move on top of him. To her surprise, Thomas rose up and grabbed her arms, gently guiding her back down on to the bed.

“Let me take the lead.” He told her.

“You don’t have to do that! I’ll just be more careful.”

He shook his head, “That isn’t the reason. I just want to show you how much you mean to me. ”

Lorka blushed, “Aru’ka, it’s okay. I know you love me.”

Thomas didn’t say anything. He moved to the edge of the bed, positioning himself between Lorka’s delicious, muscular legs. “Here,” Thomas told her as he parted her thighs. He leaned in close to her womanhood, running his fingers through her dark black bush before planting a kiss on the lips of her snatch. To his surprise, he pulled away with a thin trail of fluid.“I can’t believe you’re already this wet…I’ve barely even touched you.”

“You know I missed you, so now-MMMPFH!” Lorka‘s back arched as Thomas’s tongue found purchase deep inside her womanhood. She couldn’t contain her moans, the pleasure was too much. As Thomas skillfully maneuvered his tongue through her pussy, he began to play with her clit, gently rubbing it with his fingers as he tried to make eye contact with his Aru’ka. After another couple minutes, Lorka’s back arched as she let out a cry of euphoria, femcum pouring down her humie’s chin as she gasped for breath.

“You’ve…gotten better.” She panted.

Thomas smiled as he wiped away some of the musky fluid around his chin, “Maybe. Maybe you just missed me.”

“Maybe so.” Lorka agreed.

“May I?” he asked.

She didn’t say anything; she just gave him a sheepish nod. He gave her another smile before positioning himself between his orcess’s bountiful, green thighs. Lorka shivered as he ran his hand over her body.

“You really are beautiful. These wonderful thighs” he said running his hand over her legs , “these, well-toned abs”, his hand gently gliding over her stomach, “these amazing, giant breasts,” Thomas reached in and placed a kiss on each one of her mounds before looking into her eyes, “And of course, those beautiful sparkling red eyes.”

“What’s your favorite part of me?” she whispered.

Thomas ran his hands over the scars that crisscrossed her bodies. “I can’t choose. I love everything about you.”

“Even my scars?” she asked as he stroked the mark across her midsection.

“Even your scars.” He assured her.

Lorka felt herself tearing up. Hearing him compliment her like this…being so close with him after they’d been apart…it was too much. “Can you….can you please make love to me, Thomas?”

“Of course, Aru’ka.” He said his voice almost a whisper, “I’m going to go extra slow so we can enjoy ourselves, okay?”

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Thomas took his cock in his hand, aligning it before Lorka’s womanhood. He did his best to be gentle, penetrating her as slowly as possible. Lorka bit her lip as she felt every wondrous inch of him slide deep into her warm, moist insides. Before long, the entire length of her lover’s rod was inside of her. To her surprise, he didn’t start moving. His cock was buried all the way to the hilt but he was just sitting there.

“Aren’t you going to move?” She asked expectantly.

“I just want to stay like this for a moment.” He leaned in close, pressing his lips against his Aru’ka’s own luscious pair in a sumptuous kiss. His hand began to rove over her body, taking each of her bountiful, green mounds in hand and gently needing them as they continued to make out. Lorka felt her nipples becoming increasingly sensitive as Thomas toyed with him, his fingers just brushing over the tips long enough to make her long for more. He was teasing her. And it was driving her crazy.

As she broke the kiss, she wiped away a trail of saliva before shooting her lover a pouty look. “Enough playing around, Aru’ka. Just fuck me already!”

“If you insist” he said with a playful smirk. Lorka let out a moan as he began to rock his hips into hers, his cock sliding slowly, almost painfully inside of her. He was taking his time, allowing her to savor every inch. A wet, schlepping noise filled the air as he continued to move purposely inside of her. It was so different from earlier. Before, she’d been in control, and had caught herself in a primal frenzy, desperate for more pleasure. Now he was indulging her, making her feel comfortable as he forced them to take their time and savor every moment of their lovemaking.

She was so distracted by her pleasure she didn’t notice him intertwined their hands together. Lorka let out a gasp as he began to increase the intensity of his movements. He leaned in and gave her another kiss. She returned with equal fervor, this time rocking her hips in time with his movements. The orcess gasped as she separated her hands from his and wrapped her arms around his back, pushing him closer to her heaving chest as she stared into his eyes. Thomas continued to increase the intensity of his movements, each thrust corresponding to an equally ferocious kiss. Lorka continued to return his passionate ministrations with equal ferocity, nuzzling his cheeks when their lips weren’t connected. Their lovemaking before had been very pleasurable but…tonight was different. She felt connected to Thomas. Tonight, the only thing he wanted was her happiness, and by the same token that was what she wanted. To feel good together. And as his cock burrowed through her increasingly moist cunt, she felt an amazing sense of security and comfort. Even if she didn’t say it, even if she was just barely an adult by her clan’s standards, Lorka knew she found her mate, her Aru’ka.

As she looked into his chocolate colored eyes, she felt herself weakening. She wasn’t going to last much longer. “Aru’ka…I’m”

“I know,” he told her, “I’m close too.”

The air filled with a wet schlupping noise as he began to pick picked up speed. Lorka’s moans began to reach a fevered pitch as she pushed him even tighter against her chest, occasionally plant a kiss on his lips in between lust-filled cries of pleasure. As she felt herself nearing climax, she locked her legs around Thomas, pushing him even deeper inside. This was it. In this moment, their families, their heritage, orchisness or humanity…none of it was important. The only thing that mattered was their love. Lorka let out one final moan as she arched her back, her legs still tightly locked around her lover’s back as he shot his load deep within her, rolling his hips in time with each fresh spurt of cum. After he finally stopped moving, the two stayed connected, their love juices oozing out of Lorka’s snatch as she nuzzled her little humie.

“Yeh’v Taru, Thomas.” She whispered into his ear.

“Yeh’v Taru, Lorka” He agreed.

>>200410

>leglock missionary

while i want you to continue the lewds Orzh, I'm running out of muhdick pictures to post in the thread

>>200409

>eating a girl out after cumming inside

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>>200409

That is pretty fucking disgusting.

>>200489

>super absorbent

you mean like tissues?

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Man…didn't mean to gross anyone out. I tried to imply in the beginning of the update that some time had passed and Lorka just got finished cleaning herself up before they did anything else. Should have made that more clear.

Anyway, next update should be out soon, today or tomorrow. I have most of it typed, just need to tweak some stuff.

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Lorka let out a content sigh as she climbed out of the shower. “That was amazing Aru’ka, thank you for such a wonderful night.”

Thomas leaned in close to his sopping wet orcess and gave her a peck on the cheek before handing her a towel. As Lorka wrapped the warm, cotton fabric around her waist, her stomach let out a low rumble.

“Are you hungry?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah,” she admitted, “I didn’t really get a chance to eat dinner. Plus, with everything we did earlier…”

“You must be famished! Let me go warm up some food.”

“Can we eat it in your bed?”

He kissed her again, “Of course. Just wait in my room okay?”

Thomas threw on a bathrobe and made his way down stairs as his orcess finished drying out her hair. She felt so warm and secure. It was an incredibly comfy feeling. It felt so nice spending time with her Aru’ka.

And yet… they still hadn’t fixed things with her father. They’d reunited and reaffirmed their feelings for each other, but they would still need to confront Jor’ak, for better or for worse. Her father had been so stubborn.Thomas had spent so much time learning orcish. He’d picked up orcish cooking techniques and even knew a bit about the clan structures. He was trying his best to fit in with their world so he could make Lorka happy. Yet, he wasn’t what Jor’ak wanted, a strong capable man that could fight for Lorka if need be.

As Lorka mulled over her thoughts, she noticed something peeking out of Thomas’s closet. It was a compound bow. A rather nice one too, looked like a high end model. Lorka picked the bow up and began to examine it. Judging by the pull, it was a 60 lb. draw bow. Not bad. Would do the trick in most circumstances, especially against humie sized prey like deer or boar. She noticed some initials and a couple words in the Homelands language carved into the side. Interesting. A good luck talisman for a successful hunt.

“What are you doing?” Thomas asked as he entered the room. Her Aru’ka was back with a small tray of sandwiches. He frowned as he sat down the tray. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry! I just saw this in your closet and I wanted to get a closer look. It’s beautiful; whoever etched this luck talisman did an excellent job! Does this belong to you?” Lorka asked.

Thomas shook his head, “No, that’s my Dad’s. Well…it was my Dad’s.”

“How long has it been since you last shot?”She asked as an idea crept into her head.

“I haven’t done any hunting in a while. Sometimes, I’ll go out to a range with my Uncle Jerry and shoot a couple when he’s in town. Little out of practice honestly.”He admitted.

“Do you remember how to knock your arrows properly?”

Thomas snorted, “Of course.”

Lorka nodded her head. This might be the answer they were looking for, “Do you think you could go boar hunting with this?”

He shrugged, “Maybe? It’s been a while. Why, what are you planning?”

“If dad won’t accept you because he thinks you’re weak and frail, why don’t we prove him wrong? I know you’ve gotten a lot stronger since we’ve been together. And I think if you could bag a deer, we could easily kill a pretty big boar. Plus, they’re pretty over populated in the local area, so we don’t have to worry about hunting them in season. Uncle Chuck has a nice bit of private property we could use to hunt.”

Thomas frowned. “Do you really think that will work?”

She nodded, “It’s a tradition. When a Tusktaker is courting a mate and the father disapproves, the Tusktaker can go on a Nar’shazd. A “Hunt for Approval”. If the hunter proves their worth with a strong kill, the father will have to seriously consider the proposal. My father viewed my mother as a weakling till she dropped a massive boar on his doorstep, remember? Same basic concept.”

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Her humie scratched his chin, unsure of what to do, “I just…I don’t really thing I can do something like that. I mean, I haven’t been hunting in years and it was mostly small animals and deer. Knowing your dad, I’d have to bring him some kind of monster boar.”

Lorka put a hand on his shoulder, “You don’t have anything to worry about, I can train you and we can get you back in shape. I’ll be with you the entire time. It’s not conventional…but the clan laws don’t forbid me from helping you. You just have to be the one that makes the kill. As for size, any large boar will do. It doesn’t have to be some Dire Boar 400lb monster. It’s more about showing you can be dependable and provide food for your mate than killing the biggest animal ” She offered Thomas the bow, “What do you say? Up for the challenge?”

Thomas’s lips creased into a frown as he gave Lorka a concerned look, “Do you really think I can do it?”

“I don’t ‘think’ you can. I know you can, Thomas!” She assured him with a bright smile.

His lips slowly turned up in a smile of his own before he grabbed the weapon out of her hands, “All right!” Thomas said, “Where do we start?”

The Tusktaker pursed her lips, trying to make a mental note of everything they’d need, “Well, we are going to need to work on your aim and get you back into shooting. You should have enough upper body strength to keep the bow drawn for a bit…that’s important when lining up as shot. Then we need to go over some specifics about hunting boars. And we are going to need some night time hunting gear.I can get some equipment from the guild.”

Thomas gave her an enthusiastic nod, “Alright, sounds good!”

“Now,” Lorka said, “What are we going to do about your mother? I know I said I was staying the night, but won’t she be back in the morning?”

Her humie shook his head, “She’s going out drinking with Clint. She won’t be back till after noon. Not like I’m going to burn down the house while she’s gone anyway.”

“Good, that means we can relax.” Lorka climbed into Thomas’s bed and took a massive chunk out of her sandwich. “Now come here and keep me warm while we eat.” Her lover carefully placed the bow back inside his closet and slid next to her on the bed. They ate in relative silence, both of them exhausted but happy for the good food and company.

After they finished their meal, Thomas put the sandwich tray on his nightstand and turned out the light. Lorka placed her hands around her little humie and pulled him under the covers. Neither of them had bothered to dress again after the shower, not that Lorka cared in the slightest. Her stomach full and properly exhausted from enthusiastic lovemaking, and her Aru’ka by her side…that was all she needed. Thomas wrapped his arms around her, guiding her head onto his chest as they both settled in for the night. The exhausted orcess felt Thomas’s breathing become shallower until he finally fell asleep. As she felt his chest moving up and down, she thought of what her mother used to say every night when she was little, “Sleep tight, Aru’ka. May your dreams be free of worry and your nightmares cower in fear” She whispered before closing her eyes. After a couple minutes, her snores began to mingle with his as they spent the rest of the night in blissful slumber.

Sorry if the pic is a repeat, I only have so many cute orc grill pics.

I haven't added anything to my pastebin in a while because manually adding line breaks is very tedious . I'm in the process of adding all the content I have up to this point, with some minor revisions to dialogue and some plot holes certain anons have pointed out, like Cynthia forgetting the ner'xz's name.

>>201341

Thanks anon, I felt really bad about that. Last thing I want to do is ruin lewds for people.

I am also going to remove the eating out scene from the latest lewd update and replace it with a little more cuddling/foreplay.

>>201308

I sense epic montage incoming

>>201308 continued

After eating a small breakfast together, Thomas drove Lorka back to her house. They would be meeting after school for the next couple weeks to work on shooting. Lorka knew she needed to keep their meetings secret from her father. She didn’t want to lie to him anymore, but it was important to give Thomas time to train for the Nar’shazd.

Thomas put the car in park before giving his Aru’ka a kiss, “I guess I’ll see you afterschool Monday?”

“Yeah. We can go over the basics.” Lorka opened the car door and was about to step out when something got the better of her.

“Hey, Thomas?”

“Yeah?”

She leaned across their seats and planted another kiss right on his lips, “I love you.”

Thomas smiled, “I love you too, Lorka.”

Satisfied, Lorka stepped out of the car and watched Thomas depart before making her way into the house.

Luckily, her father was going to be out of town for a little while. Ruu’dzs were in season right now, and the large, flightless birds were prized for their livers used in a wide variety of medicable compounds. That gave Lorka some breathing room to ask around for equipment without Jor’ak becoming suspicious. A part of her was hesitant to talk to her mother about their plan. Radha bore the brunt of Jor’ak’s anger after he caught Thomas at their house. She didn’t want to put her mother in that position again unless she had to.

Sneaking in didn’t prove very difficult. Radha’s car was out front, but Lorka didn’t see her in the living room. Maybe she was in one of the backrooms? Trying her best to be quiet, Lorka took off her shoes and crept back to her room. Good she was home free she just…Oh shit! Lorka jumped back in surprise as she opened her door.

Radha was sitting on her bed, reading a book. She peered up from the small leather volume and gave her daughter a frosty look before slamming it shut and standing up.

“H-hey Mom, what are you doing in here?” Lorka asked, trying to play innocent.

“So guess what? I tried calling my daughter this morning to see if she needed a ride home, and her phone was dead.”

“…Oops.” Dammit, Lorka had completely forgotten about her phone in all the excitement.

“So then, being the caring mother that I am, I called Nerada’s house and reached her mother. And you know what? She told me you didn’t stay at her house last night. Imagine that! So.” She said with a very serious expression, “ What were you doing last night?”

“I’d uh…rather not say.”

“Oh fi’azd dar shav!” Radha was so annoyed she was speaking in Orcish. Never a good sign. “Daughter, if you keep silent, I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me as well as lying. Do you really want to be grounded until your graduation?”

Lorka sighed. She couldn’t win this fight. “I was with Thomas.”

“Oh so you were out gallivanting with…wait, what?” Her mother’s anger dissipated in a moment as she gave her daughter a surprised look. “Well… I didn’t see that coming.”

“Honestly, I didn’t either.” Lorka sat next to her mother and told her about the art gallery. She briefly touched over her conversation with Nier’da before launching into her surprise meeting with Thomas and their reconciliation in the rose garden. Radha’s eyes went wide as she told her mother about her plan to win Jor’ak’s approval in a Nar’shazd. “That just might work, daughter.” She said with an approving grin.

“I still need to get Thomas ready of course, but I don’t think it’ll be too hard.”

“A’kua and Chuck should be willing to help,” Radha said as she stroked her chin, “Chuck has a small cabin on the outskirt of town you could use to practice in secret, if need be.”

“I was going to ask around for a couple things from the hunting guild, but maybe you could help me get them.” Lorka pulled out a piece of paper with various supplies listed on it.

Radha gave it a once over before tucking it into her pocket. “Not a problem, daughter. I think Chuck has most of this equipment anyway. The lures and the feeder shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Good. Not like I can ask dad for his stuff, you know?”

She gave her daughter a sly grin before slightly elbowing her. “I’m still punishing you for lying and sleeping over at a boy’s house behind my back, by the way. Two week of washing dishes by yourself.”

“That seems awfully light…” Lorka said

Her mother arched an eyebrow, “You want to make it four weeks?”

“No No! Thank you mother, you are very generous.” The young orc told her.

Satisfied, Radha got off the bed and began to walk towards the door, “Come with me. There’s something I need to give before the hunt.”

Lorka gave her mother a confused look, “What is it?”

“Well…it’s more like two things. C’mon, I’m not going to spoil the surprise.”

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Radha led her daughter to the house’s storage shed, a small building just outside the house filled with various knick-knacks and hunting supplies the family didn’t have room for in the main house. Pelts and spears hung on the walls, while Radha’s spare sewing machine and herbal treatment kits took up their own small corner of the shed.

“Close your eyes daughter.”

Lorka did as her mother asked. Radha sat down a rather heavy object in front of Lorka and then began to move around more objects. “Can I open my eyes yet?” Lorka asked.

“Be patient daughter! I'm still looking.”

She sighed and waited impatiently for her mother to finish rummaging through the shed.

“Okay, now open your eyes!” She instructed.

Lorka gasped as she saw the surprise in front of her. It was her old steamer chest full of old books, the one she threw out after he breakup with Thomas. She fell to her knees and unclasped the simple lock. As she dug through the box, she noticed everything was exactly as she left it. All of her books…Lorka thought she’d never see them again. Emotions filled the young Tusktaker as she looked at her mother, “I thought I told you to get rid of these?”

“It didn’t sit right with me. Even if you and Thomas didn’t get back together, I knew you would miss them eventually.”

“Mom…” Lorka felt herself tearing up. “Thank you.” She whispered as she clutched an old volume of poetry to her chest.

Radha smiled as she leaned down next to her daughter and patted her on the head, “There’s something else too, daughter. A gift for you and Thomas.” She pulled out a long wooden box from behind her back. It was covered in protective runes and old orcish scripts from the Anu’Daz, the Bitter Leaves’ religious text. Lorka took the object from her mother and gingerly sat it on the ground before undoing the large, bronze clasp on the side. As she opened the container, her jaw dropped. Five wooden arrows, fletched with cockatrice feathers and bearing a broad silver-metal arrow heads, laid inside the box. Lorka carefully took one in her hand and test the tip with her finger. It was extremely sharp, so sharp she accidentally drew a little bit of blood. The metal seemed to shimmer unnaturally at certain angles, unlike any metal Lorka had seen from Earth. “This isn’t what I think it is, right?” She said in amazement as she continued to examine the strange metal.

“Mythril.” Radha said simply, “I had to sell most of what we had to pay for the house. We were going to sell those two, but I talked your father out of it. Those were the arrows I used on my own Nar’shazd, and I knew I wanted you to have them someday. I just didn’t realize you would need them this soon,” She said with a chuckle.

Mythril was incredibly rare, even back in the Homelands it was a much sought after material for weapons and armor thanks to its amazing properties. Not only was it extremely light weight and durable for its size, but it could also be used as a conductor for magical energies. Most of it had been traded with the Earth government for living space or cash. Some families held onto their old heirlooms, but they were few and far because of the desperate state of the Homelands immigrants. The fact that Radha had managed to save even this much was quite a feat. Lorka grabbed her mother in a bear hug before burying her head in Radha's shoulder.“This is the best present you’ve ever given me. I…I don’t even know what to say!”

Radha smiled as she folded her arms around her daughter's back,“Say you’ll make me proud. Prove your father wrong about Thomas and show him just what you two can accomplish together.“

“We’ll bag the biggest dire boar in the area!” Lorka promised.

Radha let out a laugh as she ruffled her daughter’s hair, “That’s the spirit!”

Lorka’s smile began to turn into a frown as a realization dawned on her. There was still one more issue that needed to be addressed. “Mom, I just thought of something. What if dad doesn’t accept Thomas even with a successful Nar’shazd? Could dad say it’s invalid because Thomas is a human?"

“In all my years as a Bitter Leaf and Tusktaker, I’ve never seen a parent turn their nose up at a successful Nar’shazd, human or orc. I am worried about your father’ stubbornness, but…I think I know someone that can help. I’m going to call an old friend and see what he can do.”

“Who are you talking about?” Lorka asked.

Radha nodded a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she spoke, “You'll see. He’s the ace up my sleeves, to use that humie expression. I was going to bring the idea up to you soon, but you beat me to it. I’ll take care of your father. You just focus on getting Thomas ready for the hunt.”

It wasn’t going to be easy, but Lorka felt like everything was coming together. With the arrows and her mother’s help, they might actually have a chance. Now the only thing left to do was train.

>>203541 continued

“In other news, the local authorities have noted some issues with the containment systems around the local Wildlife Preserve. Magi have assured us that no animals have escaped the premises but…”

Jor’ak snorted as he clicked off the news. Typical. The wards keeping the preserve safe were having issues thanks to the recent thunderstorms in the area. For whatever reason, lightning strikes damaged the magical energies keeping the beasts trapped inside the Preserve. The Tusktaker’s local hunting guild kept warning the Magi an accident would occur if they didn’t properly maintain their wards, but they always gave the same evasive answers. Jor’ak would have to bring this up again at one of the guild meetings. They couldn’t afford to lose the preserves on account of a bunch of incompetent wizards.

His thoughts wandered to Lorka as he cracked open another beer. She’d been…better lately. Not openly hostile, at least. Sometimes, she’d crack a smile or make a joke. It felt like she was getting over that human boy. But something wasn’t quite right. It felt like she was avoiding him lately, like she was keeping something from him. Jor’ak knew he’d have to address her behavior eventually. But for now, he was going to kick up his chair, sit back in his recliner, and turn on one of the good ole war documentaries and…

Jor’ak jolted in surprised as someone knocked on the door. The orc let out an annoyed sigh as he got up from his chair and sauntered over to the door. Whoever this was, it’d better be important. The Saur’duvian-Orcish Empire war documentary was coming on today and he wasn’t going to miss it because of some unexpected house guest. “Yeah, whatta ya want?” He muttered as he opened the door.

An older orc stood outside on the welcome mat, his body rippling with muscle, his skin covered in old scars and tribal tattoos. He wore a rather modest set of jeans and a well-worn alligator leather jacket. The orc looked rather old;his hair grey with age and his face covered with wrinkles. That didn’t stop him from being in impeccable shape for his age, with a large set of treetrunk like arms and a broad, muscular torso. He looked like he could hug a bear to death.“Is that anyway to great your elder, Jor’ak? I taught you better than that!” He said with mock anger.

Jor’ak’s annoyance turned to embarrassment as he realized the Clan Father himself was on the doorstep of his home. “Father Go’rn! I apologize for my rudeness, I…”

Go’rn chuckled at his words, “Don’t worry about it, my son. I did show up unannounced after all. Now, what do you say I come in and we enjoy some Thornvine whiskey together?” He said as a held up a green bottled filled with a pernicious looking green liquid.

Unpersuaded, Jor’ak apologized several more times for his rudeness before inviting the venerable chieftain into the house. Go’rn gave him another paternal smile as he sat down in a chair while Jor’ak went to fetch some drinks. Go’rn was like a second father to Jor’ak. The wizened orc had been an important source of guidance in his life and an essentially a grandfather to Lorka. In a way, he was the heart of the clan itself, providing sage advice and assistance to whoever needed it.

Jor’ak came back bearing a pair of shot glasses for the whiskey. He poured a glass of the potent alcohol and passed it to his mentor.

“So, what brings you here, father Go’rn? I wasn’t expecting you?” He said as he poured a glass of his own.

“Ah, don’t be so hasty, my old friend. For now, let’s drink and talk about the good ole days. Let us toast to our continuing good health and fortune!” Go’rn said as he held out his glass. Jor’ak nodded and the two clinked their glasses together, “Do’resh vu Thaht” they both shouted before downing their drinks in one gulp.

Thornvine made extremely potent alcohol. After the slightly burning sensation in his tongue passed, Jor’ak was able to enjoy the warm feeling spreading across his body. Nothing like a good draught of Thornvine with an old friend.

Go’rn let out a content sigh as he sat down his glass, “Just as good as I remember it! We’ll have to thank Mazogg next time we see her.”

“Yeah, she brews a mean whiskey.” Jor’ak agreed.

The two talked for about an hour, discussing the recent worries over the containment charms at the preserves and the ineffectiveness of the Magi watching them. A small matter concern Sloar skins was brought up, and Jor’ak found himself nodding his head in sympathy as Go’rn talked about the recent clashes with the humie hunting commission and the guild. The conversation eventually sunk into a bit of reminiscing as both of the orcs discussed the Homelands and everything they’d left behind.

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“Do you ever miss Tandar?” Jor’ak asked his mentor.

“It was our home! Of course I miss it!” Go’rn told his friend, “You could spend decades in that forest and not see everything it had to offer. Such an amazing place.” He said with a wistful sigh.

“Remember when I caught my first rabbit with dad?”

“You were so excited!” the orc elder said with a mirthful grin, “I remember when you went up to one of the girls of the village and tried to give it to her as a present. Your father wanted to make it into a pelt but you told him…

“It’s my kill, I can do what I want” the two said in unison. They both chuckled before partaking in another shot of Thornvine.

“It breaks my heart that I’ll never see it again, Chief. I have so many good memories from Tandar. Especially with Radha.” Jor’ak said.

“Ha! It wasn’t all sun shine and roses in the beginning! When the Bitter Leaves came to our village, you didn’t trust a single one of 'em, but that girl always had you dead in her sights. She’d follow you around everywhere bugging you until you said ‘Bitter Leaves ain’t good for nothing but watching plants grow.”

“A day later, she put a dire boar on my doorstep, and almost took me in front of the entire tribe.” Jor’ak said with a slight smile as he thought about his wife in her prime, “Radha always knew how to get what she wants.”

“She’s a good woman.” Go’rn said.

“Yeah,” Jor’ak agreed, “I’m lucky. She gave me Lorka too. I couldn’t have asked for a better wife. Though sometimes I wonder if I could be a better husband.”

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think? You’ve done everything you can to provide for your family.”

Jor’ak shrugged at the old orc’s words, “I dunno. I don’t think I’ve been much of a good dad lately. I think Lorka hates me, or at least she doesn’t trust me enough to talk about what’s going on with her right now.”

“Now why would she hate you? I know she loves you, Jor’ak.”

The orc winced as he thought about his daughter,“It’s more complicated than that.”

Jor’ak went over the entire ordeal from the beginning, describing Lorka’s increasing interest in humie things, how she tried to hide it but Jor’ak would catch his daughter reading humie books or doing rather…unorcy things. Then it had all culminated in her bringing that little scrawny boy and declaring him her “Aru’ka” after sneaking around his back for months. Jor’ak explained how he’d felt his own wife turned against him and his hurt and feelings of betrayal as his family kept such a big secret from him. Finally, he told Go’rn about Lorka’s increasing unhappiness and how she seemed unwilling to talk to Jor’ak about anything as of late.

“I know I overreacted, now that I’ve had some distance from the event. But it really hurt. Radha and I made peace over it, but…I was so stubborn I never really talked to Lorka about it. She just seemed to get farther and farther away from me. I should have been proud. She’s never been a better hunter. But then she says she wants to throw away all her ambitions of doing whatever humie science junk she wanted to do and it just felt…wrong? It didn’t feel like it’s what SHE wanted to do.” Jor’ak took another shot from his glass, letting the alcohol loosen his tongue, “I dunno Chief. I’m just at a loss for what to do.”

Go’rn didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking about his friend’s feelings before setting down his glass and beginning to speak, “So you want Lorka to be a hunter, but you don’t want her to be a hunter. Don’t you think that might be a little confusing for her?”

“No…it’s…I want her to be a hunter. I want her to carry on the tradition of our clan and make our ancestors proud. But…I don’t want that to come at the cost of her happiness. I know she cares a lot about that humie stuff.”

“ What does she want to do specifically?”

“I guess makin’ herbs and poultices like her mom, but applied with humie science in a lab. I dunno. Does she really need to go to college for that?”

Go’rn nodded his head, “If she wants to go into anything more advanced than a small, back market herbal supplement store, yeah, she’s gonna need a degree. But that isn’t such a bad thing, right? She’d still be following in the footsteps of her mom.”

“She was talking about joining your hunting cadre, you know?” Jor’ak told the elder.

He shook his head. “I was afraid of that. I didn’t want to turn her down. She’d never make it into my cadre, Jor’ak. ”

Jor’ak’s jaw went slack with shock, “What!? What do you mean? Is she not good enough!? I’ve spent so much time training her and…”

The older orc held up his hand, “Calm down, Jor’ak. Lorka is a very capable huntress, but she’s only wants to join to make you happy. Lorka’s always struck me as being different. She’s going to have to follow her own path, not the one her father’s laid out for her.”

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“When you first met the Bitter Leaves, you thought they weren’t ‘orcy’ enough. You said they’d never be anything than silly nature worshippers. Now yer married to one. You said humies couldn’t possibly fit into the clan, but you vouched for Chuck when his A’kua’s father was unsure of him. “Go’rn’s tone softened, “I’m not asking you to throw out your standards. I just want you to talk to your daughter and be a little understanding. If the boy is bad for her and doesn’t respect us, I say get rid of him. But everything Radha has told me indicates he wants to become part of her family. And as for her career choice…Lorka should do what makes her happy. Even if it seems odd to us.”

“Radha’s been telling me the same stuff for a while… I know I haven’t made the best decisions. You know me, I get all riled up over somethin’ and I just let it get the better of me. I’ll…I promise I’ll think about everything you’ve said, okay?”

Go’rn smiled, “That’s all I can really ask for. “He told him.

After exchanging a couple more pleasantries, Jor’ak shook hands with the clan elder and bid him farewell. As he eased back into his recliner, Radha entered the room. “Were you listening the entire time?” He asked. His wife nodded her head sheepishly. Jor’ak sighed and motioned for her to sit on his lap. He wrapped his hand around her waist as she reclined on his lap.

“I didn’t mean to go behind your back. I just want you and Lorka to be happy and I knew how much you respected Go’rn so…”

“Shhh.” Jor’ak told her. “It’s fine. He…told some stuff I needed to here. I didn’t like all of it…but he’s right. I’ve been very bad about communicating during this whole experience. I need some time to clear my head, but I’ll talk to Lorka soon, okay?”

Radha kissed her husband on the cheek, “Thank you husband.”

Jor’ak didn’t say anything else. The two cuddled with each other for a while, though Jor’ak found himself lost in thought. He was going to have to do something about Lorka soon, but he knew it was a delicate issue. If he screwed up, he’d just drive her further away. Hopefully, they’d be able to reach an understanding. After all, she was his daughter. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized he was placing his own aspirations for her future over her own.

“Hey, you look troubled? What’s up?” His wife asked.

“Just thinkin’ about Lorka.”

Radha squeezed his hand, “Don’t worry, one way or another, we’ll work it out.”

Jor’ak gave her a small smile, “Yeah.”

>>207695

>"She was wearing a black tank top with a heart and feather design in the center"

>Lorka is now a canon Ammitist too

>>207695 continued

If I make an mistakes on the hunting portion of this, I'm sorry. Tried to read as many things on boar hunting as I could.

The interior was exactly what you would expect from a hunting couple. The wooden floors were covered in animal skin rugs, and hunting trophies were mounted all over the walls. Much to Thomas’s surprise, there was a large dry erase board set up in front of the couch, covered in various diagrams and facts about boars. Even when she was talking about hunting, Lorka still managed to look like a huge nerd. Thomas chuckled to himself as he plopped down on the leather cushion while Lorka pulled out a pair of glasses and a pointer. A small tin of what Thomas assumed was sweet root sat on the edge of the board’s marker holder.

“Welcome to Boar Hunting 101!” She said with a proud grin as she gestured emphatically with her pointer.

“Man, you really went all out for this, didn’t you?” Thomas mused.

“I did not! I just wanted to make sure everything was clear!” She insisted before putting her hands on her hips and pouting at her boyfriend.

“So why the pointer and the glasses?”

“I just wanted to look professional. Plus, I thought you liked my glasses.” She said as she self-consciously played with her braid.

“I love your glasses. You look really cute.” That got her blushing. He wanted to mess with her some more, but he knew they needed to get started soon.

“So where do we begin, teach?” He said, trying to get things back on track.

“Okay!” Her embarrassment replaced with enthusiasm as she began gesturing to the board, “First things first, a lot of deer hunting applies to boar hunting. How much do you remember about stalking deer?”

“Well let’s see…” He said as he tried to remember what his father had taught him, “ Deer are easy to spook. Keep your eyes peeled on the ground for sticks and anything that could make noise. Usually we’d hunt with a feeder to lure them out into the open. It’s hard to track them through a thicket. Uhh…oh yeah the wind! Make sure your face is in the wind as much as possible so they can’t smell you.”

“Right! Well, most of it anyway. Here.” She opened the tin and threw him a sweet root.

“What’s this?” Thomas said with a raised eyebrow.

“Positive reinforcement of course!” She gave him a bright cheery grin.

Thomas gave her an incredulous look before biting into it. As he chewed the confection, his eyes widened.It was a lot softer than usual. Lot sweeter too. She must have packed in more sugar. It was probably the best batch she’d ever cooked.

Lorka went on to the next part of her lesson as Thomas continued to chew on the sweet root, “Now, like you said we need to stay away from the wind as much as possible when boar hunting. Their noses are very sensitive. In fact, you’re going to need this.” She said before holding up a small aerosol can that said B-Tech on the side. “This is an odor eliminator. Just spray it over your clothes and they won’t be able to smell you as easily.”

“All right, time for another question, Thomas. Are boars diurnal or nocturnal?”

Thomas already knew the answer, “Nocturnal, they’re night time foragers.”

“Right!” She said before tossing him another sweet root. Thomas took another bite. Man these were good! Maybe Lorka was on to something with this positive reinforcement thing. “That means you’re going to need what Chuck gave you. Open it up.”

Thomas cracked open the container, a circular device rested in the plastic case.

“That’s a green light for your bow.” Lorka explained, “Boars don’t react as strongly to green or red light. I can see in the dark, but you’re going to need that to line up a shot.”

After closing the container, he stuffed it into his bag, “Good to know. Since we’re hunting at night, is there anything else we’re going to need? ”

“We’re going to set up a feeder to act as bait. Boar usually stay hidden unless they’re attracted by food. I’m going to add a small red light to the bottom that’ll help illuminate the area around the feeder. Hopefully, that’s all we’ll need.

Thomas furrowed his brow in confusion, “Wait, a feeder? Aren’t we going to stalk them?”

“We need to lure them out. Otherwise they’ll just forage in the underbrush.” She explained.

Thomas frowned, “If you say so. I was just expecting there to be more action involved.”

“Boars are prey animals. Some of the males can be more aggressive, but they tend to run if pressured. Part of being a good hunter is knowing when to wait for your prey and when to stalk.”

“I guess…I just don’t think your dad would be very impressed with this.”

Lorka placed a reassuring arm on his shoulder, “Dad does this stuff too, especially when he’s hunting skittish prey. This is about actually catching something, not acting all macho and charging off into the brush like a dumbass.

Okay, Aru’ka?”

Thomas put his hand over hers and squeezed it, “Okay.”

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Lorka took her hand off Thomas shoulder and pointed to a small diagram drawn on the board, “Alright, this is the most important part of boar hunting. We need to talk about lining up a kill shot. Boars are quick to bolt if they feel threatened. Male boars might charge at you, but I haven’t seen too many come after a hunter. Dire boars on the other hand…well we won’t run into any of them. They’re all contained in the Preserve.”

“Why, what’s the difference? Aren’t they just bigger?” He asked.

Lorka and placed her hand on her hip as she tried to explain the difference to Thomas. “They aren’t just bigger. They’re usually twice as heavy as a normal boar and three times as likely to charge. Boars are usually scavengers, but Dire Boars will kill prey if it’s convenient. They’ve got wicked sharp tusks that can slice an orc up, and a couple patches of armored hide around their forehead and upper legs. Makes them very difficult to kill.” She explained. “Still, they have the same weakness as a regular boar.”

“Let me guess, heart and lungs?”

Lorka gave her “pupil” a pleased grin and tossed him another sweet root, “Very good!”

Thomas chewed on his sweet root as Lorka pointed to a small diagram of a boar, showing it from the rear at a slightly diagonal angle. “You need to hit them in this spot, near the front legs while they’re quartering away. That way, the arrow can penetrate cleanly and hit their heart and lungs. It’ll kill them almost instantly. There aren’t a lot of good shots if they’re quartering towards you thanks to their thick skulls. It’s all about accuracy really. You could have a 70 pound draw bow and take a couple arrows to put the animal down, as opposed to someone with a 50 pound draw bow placing an arrow in that sweet spot. That’s why you’re here. To work on your aim.” Lorka folded up her pointer and took off her glasses. “Any questions?”

Thomas shook his head, “Not that I can think of right now.”

“Well, that’s everything I have for today. I should probably go into more detail with you on stalking, but we’ll do that in the field. Now it’s time for the archery range. We’re going to do some target shooting and then maybe use a couple boar targets to see if you can get the angle right for the kill shot. I was thinking of having a shooting contest at the end to see what you can do under pressure.”

“A contest?” Thomas arched his eyebrow, “What’s the reward?”

She flashed him a knowing grin, “If you win, I’ll give you a special muscle relaxing oil massage.”

“Well that doesn’t sound like…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Lorka leaned close to him, allowing him a tantalizing view of her ample cleavage. “Nude.”

Thomas jaw dropped in surprise. Nude thick orc oil massage. The thought was too much to bear. He had to win. Beating Lorka would be difficult…but not impossible. Thomas was sure with a proper warm-up, he’d be able to put up a good fight. Her boyfriend’s eyes blazed with determination as he rose up from the couch, “I hope you’re ready to lose.”

Lorka giggled and slapped him on the back, “In your dreams, nerd!”

“You know how I can be when properly incentivized.” He told her.

“And you know how I can be when I’ve been given a little…competition.”

“Speaking of, what do you get out of this if you win?”

Lorka thought about it for a moment, tapping her finger on her cheek before her lips curled into a sharp smile, “You have to give me a foot massage.” She leaned into his air and gently nibbled on his ear lobe, “a naughty foot massage.”

“Deal. Now are we going to do this, or are we going to stand around talking all day?”

“That’s what I like to hear! Let’s go!” Lorka grinned as she took Thomas’s hand in hers and lead him out the back door.

I'll let you guys decide if Thomas wins or not. Majority wins.

Thomas. His reward sounded better.

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>Lorka thought about it for a moment, tapping her finger on her cheek before her lips curled into a sharp smile, “You have to give me a foot massage.” She leaned into his air and gently nibbled on his ear lobe, “a naughty foot massage.”

Lorka wins, Thomas needs to rub those green feet.

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Lorka wasn’t kidding when she said she’d converted the backyard into an archery range. 3 or 4 large targets were positioned in the back, along with a couple range markers and a rack of arrows. Two two boar target models were positioned to the side, with several small circles designated lethal areas. Curiously, there was a long wooden box next to the arrow rack covered in old orcish glyphs. Must have been important.

“Are you done gawking or are you going to get ready?” Lorka said as she prodded him gently in the ribs with her elbow.

“Yeah. My bad. What’s the deal with that box?” he said pointed to the object resting next to the rack.

“Mythril arrows. A present from Mom.”

Thomas’s eyes widened, “Mythril? That’s amazing!”

Lorka nodded, “I’ll show you what they can do in a little bit. First, we need to see if you can still shoot.”

Her boyfriend rolled his eyes, “I can shoot just fine, thank you.”

Lorka shot him an amused look,“Well let’s see then.”

Thomas set his bag down on the ground and pulled out his equipment. He quickly attached his sight to his father’s bow and set four arrows into the small holder on the side. Hollywood liked to promote the idea of people pulling arrows out of their quiver in between shots. Big mistake. It was a lot easier to carry a couple arrows on the side of the bow for a quick re-draw. After he finished securing the arrows, he attached a mechanical release to his wrist. Most hunters preferred to use a release over letting go of the bow themselves because it allowed for better control. Lorka frowned as she saw him put it on.

“Really? You need that little thing?”

He gave her a dry look, “Well what am I supposed to do?”

“Be a man. Don’t rely on a release trigger.” She teased as she pulled out her own bow, a recurve bow with several hunting fetishes covering its surface.

“Hey, you’re the one using a recurve.” Thomas said with an indignant huff.

“Not my fault my dad taught me how to reflex shoot instead of standing around like a sissy.” She teased.

Thomas grumbled as he took his position in front of a target. Okay. Feet spread apart. Lock release around the d-loop of the bow string. Pull back string, as close as possible to your cheek. Aim…and release.

The arrow arced through the air, blazing right towards the target. Thomas gave himself a satisfied smile as it sank into the blue of the outer ring. Not great, but not terrible either.

He turned to look at Lorka, “Not bad, eh?”

“Again.” Was all she said.

Thomas shrugged and nocked another arrow. This time, he sent it spiraling into the black portion of the ring. He frowned. Man…that was a bad shot.

“Again.” Lorka told him.

He sighed as he nocked his third arrow. This time was going to be different. Attach clip, pull back, and focus…focus. This time Thomas sent the arrow into the outermost black ring. Dammit! He grumbled in frustration as he nocked his last arrow.

“Easy.” Lorka told him, “Don’t get frustrated.”

He looked at her and gave a curt nod before drawing his bow. Alright. Just aim for the center. Remember what dad always said, don’t rush yourself. The target’s not going anywhere.

Thomas clicked the release trigger, sending the bow into the blue portion of the ring. He let out a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t as bad as his last two attempts. It wasn’t an embarrassing display, but Thomas couldn’t help but hang his head in shame as he walked to the target and plucked his arrows out of the target. What made it worse was Lorka. She didn’t say a word. She was just examining him, with her arms crossed.

“Guess I’m worse than I thought.” He mumbled as he returned with his arrows.

“You weren’t terrible. Just rusty. Your form needs work. Here.” Lorka unfolded her arms and moved next to Thomas. She was extremely close to his back, he could feel her breasts pressing into his back , “You need to move front foot here.” She tapped her foot against his heel, gently easing it forward. “You want your foot at a right angle to your target. Left foot should be slightly forward. It gives you better clearance while still being comfortable. Now, nock your arrow.”

Thomas did as he said and reattached his trigger release.

“Good. Now draw, quickly but carefully.” He stretched his arm back, moving his bow towards the target as he pulled the bowstring. “I see your problem. You’re using your biceps. You need to use your back muscles when you draw.” She placed her hands over his as she guided the motion of his arms. Thomas felt himself blushing as he felt her warm breath on the back of his neck. “Much better.” She told him. The orcess placed her hand over Thomas’s fingers. “You don’t want a death-grip on it; it’ll cause the bow to wobble. Just a light grip, with your index finger touching your thumb.” Thomas nodded and did as she said. Immediately, he noticed a difference in the bow’s stability.

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“Excellent. Now, aim carefully. You have to follow through. Don’t just forget about the arrow as soon as you've fired it. Visualize where it’s going to go.” She let go of Thomas and stepped back. “You can do it, I believe in you.” She assured him.

Thomas exhaled and adjusted his aim. Thumb to chin, center the target and…

He released, sending the arrow straight into the bulls-eye. Thomas let out a loud whoop as pumped his fist into the air.

“Good job.” Lorka said with a smile, “Now. Do it again.”

Thomas took his stance and shot again. And again. And again. He did much better this time, sending another two into the bullseye and one into the red portion outside the bullseye.

Lorka made him shoot for another hour. Thomas still occasionally made mistakes, but he did much better, scoring on either the yellow or red rings on just about every shoot. He felt his confidence coming back to him as he finished pulling out his last round of arrows.

“Excellent.” Lorka said as she cracked open the long case and pulled out a mythril arrow. “Now before we move on to the contest, I’m going to show you just what these can do.”

Lorka nocked a regular arrow in her recurve and took aim at one of the boar targets. Thomas’s barely registered the bow was drawn before she sent the arrow spiraling into its head. Damn, Lorka was a quick shot. Accurate too, the arrow as lodged dead center in the boar’s forehead. She motioned for Thomas to follow her to the target.

“These models are designed to simulate the thickness of a boar’s skull. Look closely.” The arrow was sticking out of its head, but it hadn’t penetrated too deeply. “That might kill it, but it isn’t very humane. The poor thing would be in agony for a while, or even worse, it might charge before it finally dies.”

She pulled the arrow out of its head and then moved back to the shooting line. This time, she nocked a Mythril arrow. It glimmered slightly in the sunlight before Lorka released it, sending a silver blur into the model’s head. As the two moved closer to examine the target, Thomas’s eyes widened. It’d penetrated cleanly through the head. The shaft was halfway inside the model. “Pull it out.” She said. Thomas did as he said. The whole was very deep; the head of the arrow had penetrated past the center of the brain.

Thomas let out a low whistle as he peered into the hole, “Damn, that’s impressive.”

Lorka nodded, “I doubt we’ll need them, especially against regular boars. But mom wanted to give them to us as a gift. You need to be careful, they’re not indestructible. At the very least, if they snap we need to retrieve the arrow head.”

“Now,” Lorka said, “Time for the competition. We’re going to be using the boar targets, one for each of us. Four arrows. Kill shot, Targets is going to be positioned quartering away as close as you can for each shot. Person with the most shots closest to the bulls-eye wins.”

“Got it.” He told her.

Lorka positioned both of the targets next to each other. She was going to go first. Thomas watched as she took her four arrows into her left hand. She didn’t use a side rack like he did. Thomas barely noticed she’d drawn before she sent an arrow straight into the target’s vitals. His mouth hung open as she gave him a satisfied smile. “Looks like I’m really going to enjoy that foot massage.” She said.

Thomas rolled his eyes and got into his shooting stance. Right left at angle towards target. Body relaxed. Clip the c-string. Pull back and aim…he exhaled as he looked down his sights. Now project where it’s going to go and…The arrow whistled through the air, landing straight into the model’s lungs. This time it was Thomas’s turn to grin. “I'm looking forward to experiencing an orcish full body massage.”

Lorka chuckled before drawing and firing another shot, landing another arrow in the model’s vitals. This time, Thomas played closer attention to her form. She was almost supernaturally quick, drawing the bow, lining up a shot and firing with fluid grace. It was really impressive. Still, Thomas couldn’t afford to lose. He drew back his bowstring and exhaled. “Just focus. Don’t let her psyche you out. You’ve got this,” he thought to himself. He loosed his arrow, striking the target right next to the boar’s heart. Not as clean as the first shot, but not bad.

Before he could even turn to look at her, Lorka fired another arrow. It landed right in the center. Damn, 3-2 right now. He had to make this next one count.

*Thunk!* He hit the boar’s flanks. Fuck, he’d let his nerves get the better of him. As he turned to look at Lorka, she’d already nocked and pulled back to fire. But this time, luck was on Thomas’s side. The arrow struck into the target’s side, but failed to penetrate the small circle with Lorka’s other three arrows. “Damn, I got too cocky.” She mumbled.

Thomas raised an eyebrow, “Too busy showing off?”

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“Don't get so smug, you're going to be massaging my feet in a few minutes!” she exclaimed.

“We’ll see. If I get this last one, it’s a tie.” He said with a small smirk, just to annoy Lorka.

“Well then stop talking and shoot!”

Thomas chuckled as he lined up his next shot. He was trying to appear confident, but he knew if he didn’t sink this one, it was all over. Still…Lorka hadn’t said what happened in case of a tie.

Just like before, he exhaled and relaxed his body. Don’t stress out, don’t worry. This isn’t a big deal, you’ve done this before. Line up the shot, pull back, release and…

Thomas let out a loud whoop as his arrow found home in the target’s bullseye. He’d been sweating the entire time.

“So I guess that’s a tie.” He said with a confident smile, trying to hide his anxiety.

Lorka huffed as she cracked open her case and toss Thomas one of the Mythril arrows,“Tusktakers don’t do ‘ties’ One last round!”

Lorka drew and in a matter of seconds, sent the silver arrow right next to the center of the target. She was off by an inch, but if she was any closer, she would have won immediately. Thomas had one shot, if he didn’t place his next arrow in the center, he’d lose.

This was it. Make or break time. Thomas said a silent prayer as he pulled the bow string back. He felt a single bead of sweat slide past his brow as he took aim at the target. “Don’t get psyched out. Just imagine you’ve already won, he told himself. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. And then with the twitch of is finger, Thomas sent the bow rocketing through the air.

Shit, he’d released it on instinct! He felt a knot form in his stomach as he watched the arrow descending towards the target, already in the middle of its arc. Shit shit shit shit! Thomas clenched his teeth. It was going to be close. His hands tightened around the grip of the bow, his palms already oozing sweat. He didn’t think the shot was going to land, a part of him wanted to close his eyes but Lorka had told him to follow through. This was it. Moment of truth.

*Thunk!* the arrow had embedded himself right in the center of the bullseye.

Thomas almost dropped his bow in disbelief. He turned next to Lorka. Her hand was over her mouth, shock written all over her face.

Thomas exhaled as he slumped to his knees. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath.

“So,” he said, “about that massage?”