Chapter 1 Marked
My name is Asher Dreg, I'm fairly short with an average build. I have a fair complexion with brown hair and grey eyes. I'm 19, barely old enough to be away from home. I have no family to speak of, I was a war orphan. I was raised in the orphanage in a small village near the sea. I was alone for as long as i can remember.
Our Village were mostly farmers, fishermen, one blacksmith and an alchemist. I was training to be an apprentice alchemist, I didn't want to end up being farmer or a fishermen and being a Blacksmith was not an option.
My Master was a hard and strict teacher who doesn't take mistakes lightly, but he treats me like the son he never had though, so in a way I see him as a father figure.
I was out collecting herbs like I normally do when I felt something was off, the birds stopped chirping and it was eerily quiet. I got the feeling someone or something was watching me. I got my dagger out ready to defend myself when a big beefy green arm wrapped around my throat.
''Well well well what do we have here,'' Whispered the gruff voice.
My captor took a whiff of my scent.
''Mmmmmm nice,'' he said.
He put me down and I turned to see an orc double my size. He Had to be 7ft tall and he was all muscle. His face was handsome and rugged despite the protruding bottom fangs. His eyes were amber and I had trouble looking away from them, he had long dread locks aswell. He had a dark green complexion, he was wearing a hide shirt with fur hanging from the back, hide pants with two long daggers on the side, they might as well be swords if held be me, and hide boots.
''What's a little guy like you doing out here... alone,'' he said huskily.
''I um uh,'' I couldn't form words for some reason.
I turned ready to run when he grabbed my arm.
''Hey!! word of warning little human never turn your back on a lion,'' he said.
I didn't want to piss him off further.
''Sorry sir.'' I said.
''Don't apologize, next time don't run from me, because I'll hunt you down if you do it again, eh not that I won't enjoy it however,'' he smiled.
''What's your name human,'' he demanded.
''Asher sir, Asher Dreg,'' I answered shakingly.
''Don't call me sir, all that sir crap is for you humans, not orcs.'' he replied.
''My name is Wol'Thrag, that means lion's fang in Orcisher, I'm a hunter for my tribe and soon to be the next chief,'' he didn't look like wanted to hurt me so I relaxed.
''I'm a alchemist in training, I was just collecting herbs for my master sir - I mean Wol'Thrag,'' I said.
"hehehe,'' he chuckled. ''Just call me Thrag for short little guy, I don't know what it is about you kid, I don't let anyone call me Thrag, but for you I'll make an exception,'' he said.
''Well Thrag you're a really good hunter I didn't noticed you until you grabbed me,'' I said.
"I'm like a lion kid, the biggest mistake you made was you had your back exposed and these daggers are both my fangs and my claws,'' he said with confidance.
''If you were my prey you'd be long gone by now,'' he said.
He had that scary look in his face when said that, strangely enough I find it both intimadating and attractive.
''Hahahahaaaa!! relax kid we orcs don't hunt or eat humans there's no sport in hurting you,'' He said.
''Um how old are you Thrag?, I'm 19,'' I said.
''19 huh, yeah I pegged you being around that age... I'm 28,'' he said.
He's younger than I thought he was, for an orc I thought he was in his late thirties. Thrag and I spent a few more minutes getting to know each other. I told him I had to go before my master sent a search party for me.
He told me to come closer and hugged me close to his warm body and started sniffing my neck, it made me shudder and I moaned loud enough for him hear.
"There I got your scent, there's no where you can go where I won't be able to track you,'' he whispered huskily.
''Orcs must be part Royal Bloodhound,'' I laughed.
"There's alot of things I want to teach you or... show you,'' he whispered in my ear.
''We'll meet again, I guarantee it,'' he left and I went back to the village with The herbs I collected.
I'll have to go the village library to see if can look up anything on orcs.
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Damn that human's scent is fucking intoxicating, I wanted to pin him down and fuck the ever loving hell out him and that moan, fuck that moan he made when I sniffed his neck. My cock is still throbbing, it's starting to hurt like I need to be buried balls deep inside him. I find it weird that i'm attracted to him at all, I'm not one for humans. I mean prefer my own kind, preferably a women.
I need to clear my head, I'll have to speak with Sire about this when I get back to the fort. In the mean time I better bring a buck back like I promised the old man.
Hunting is my thing, hell it's every orcs thing, I like a more Hands on approach though, while others would use a bow and arrows. That shit is for weaklings who are afraid to get close to they're prey. I like sneaking up behind my prey and when I'm close enough I deliver the killing blow to the back of the neck. I bet I can give an assassin a run for his gold.
I made it back to the fort with my kill, the old man was already at the gate waiting for me.
''What took you so long whelp,'' he said with a smug.
''None of your damn business you old bastard,'' I said with snarl.
''Hmph what crawled up your ass?!!'' he showed a little concern.
I gave him the buck and apologized.
''I got something on my mind, where's Sire,'' I said.
''He's in the longhouse getting ready for the bloodhunt in a few days,'' he said with excitement.