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WILLO
I’m embarrassed, shocked, and angry all at the same time. The guard walking by my side is no nonchalant about having me pleasuring myself that I don’t know how to react. Instead, I just want to get home and shut myself away, hoping he doesn’t tell the rest of the orcs about what I was doing.
“I’m perfectly fine walking back by myself,” I hiss.
“I’m sure you are but there could be some other creature lurking around these parts. They might stop and stare too, but I can assure you they won’t be doing it out of admiration. They’d just be wondering how to go about planning how to catch their next meal.”
Did he just say he was admiring me?
As much as the guard annoys me, I can’t help but laugh at his joke.
“Admire huh? You’re pretty straight forward.”
“I like what I see,” he quips.
I dart my gaze to him as he keeps his line of sight pointed straight. The orc’s confidence is already enough to pique my interest but now that I look at him, my feelings of annoyance suddenly become replaced with a sense of lust and warmth. The stranger boasted eyes brown like mine, this being the first time I’ver ever seen an orc with that eye color.
Both his tusks are in perfect condition, their tips gleaming as though cleaned only recently. His black hair is buzzed short, fitting his square shaped face. Like every other orc, he’s ripped with every muscle seemingly wanting to burst from the skin, yet he doesn’t sport any scars.
Strange, I always thought scars were highly regarded.
“Well, I hope you enjoyed the show. It’s all you’re going to see of me,” I tell him.
“That would make two of us that enjoyed ourselves.”
“Oh shut up and do your job,” I snap.
“Take it easy would you? I assume you’ve come from the mines after your shift, so just relax okay? Next time, I advise doing what you did in the safety of your own home.”
“I advise you not to tell a woman what to do with her own body.”
“You got it,” he chuckles. “I never got your name.”
“Do you even deserve to know that? Are you going to tell all your orc friends about me?”
“I’ve barely got any as is,” says the guard, surprising me. “But if you wish not to share your name, I won’t force you.”
I look at his face from its side profile. The orc wears a solemn expression, now seemingly void of all his good humor. A part of me couldn’t help but feel pity for him.
“My name is Willo.”
He looks at me, his tusks rising as his mouth stretches into a warm smile.
“I’m Duma, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Willo. I’m sorry about staring at you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I reply. There’s something about what he said, barely having any friends… It seemed so vulnerable.
“Alright,” he says. “Come on then, we’re almost back at the camp.”
Duma escorts me back into the camp grounds, sticking by my side as if he’s some sort of personal bodyguard. We’re so absorbed in conversation that he seems to forget to part ways with me upon reaching the gate, but I don’t bring it up. Only when we reach my house does he realize he came this far.
He runs a hand over his hair, his arms glistening with sweat. Duma is blowing me away with each passing minute with both his charm and good looks. He’s certainly not hot-headed like the other orcs, and damn does he smell good, again another trait not shared by others of his kind. I’d never met anyone else who was so unafraid to make their attraction to me known.
“Say, would you mind giving me some water?”
I tilt my head, wondering if it’s a sneaky way to grab some more time with me but I wasn’t about to complain.