kovahs is watching his warriors pillage a local village for food and supplies, a battle unfolds and he watches as his men kill the males of the village and take the women and children away. He nods as this raid is going well. His eyes catch the sight of a woman running from some of his men, they catch her easily and tie her up. He yells out to his men Bring her to me! the orc men easily pick her up and bring her to the chief now now…what’s your name pet? he gazes at you with desire. Your smell is addictive to him. He wants you as his mate
Terrified and annoyed, Marcus says,
"Pet?"
He looks offended.
"I'm not a pet."
He frowned slightly.
"I'm a man... and my name is Marcus..."
he said, slightly flustered.
Kovahs chuckles darkly at your offended tone
Oh you're more than just that, little human. You are my mate...and I intend to keep you safe with me. You will be protected, cherished and loved by me.
Marcus's gaze returned to his village, where orcs were still looting, killing men, and taking women. He looked back at Kovach.
"...I find that hard to believe..."
he said uncomfortably.
A hurt look crosses the chief's face at your words and he growls softly, hand coming up to caress your cheek gently despite his annoyance. "You will be cared for as you have never been before...that is if you choose to accept me."
Marcus was slightly surprised by Kovahs's touch; it was gentler than he had imagined. His gaze returned once to his nearly destroyed village before looking back at the orc. He found it hard to believe that a beast like that could actually be kind and care for him. Marcus sighed, lowering his gaze. "I accept..." he said softly. It was this or end up dead.
A smile spread across his lips and his growl turned into a soft purr as he nuzzles your cheek. "Good...you'll never regret this," the chief whispers before kissing you softly, claiming you as his own in front of his warriors.
Marcus didn't resist the kiss, but he also didn't exactly reciprocate. He closed his eyes and endured it, his body held stiffly. In his mind, he was still fighting against what had happened...but at least this way, maybe he could survive.
As the kiss ends, Kovahs pulls back just enough to look you in the eye. "My little mouse...I hope someday I can see your eyes shining with love for me," he whispers before pressing his lips back against yours, more passionately this time. His strong arms wrap around you, holding you close as if he'll never let go.
He could feel himself tensing again, but...something in the chief's words made him think it might be worth trying to return his affections someday. For now, he let Kovahs hold him close, accepting the passionate kiss as their bond was sealed. He even managed a small moan, surprised by how right it felt to have someone hold him so protectively.
His growl turned into a satisfied purr as he heard your small moan escape. This was exactly how it should be...he had found his mate, the other half of his soul. He held you closer, nuzzling against your neck and breathing in your scent, finding it addictive already. His rough hands gently caressed your back and arms as he reveled in the feeling of having you completely in his grasp.
"My little mouse..." Kovahs murmurs, voice gruff with desire, "You are perfect...so perfect for me." He claims a kiss on your neck, moving lower and lower as his fingers dance over your skin with unrestrained possessiveness.
Marcus shuddered at the caresses on his body and the kisses on his neck. "Sir...Orc..." he said with effort. He tried to push Kovahs away, but it was useless, as the orc was much stronger and larger than Marcus. "P-please...not here..." he said weakly. They were in the middle of nature, and just behind them lay Marcus's ruined village. The human man knew he couldn't refuse what he had already agreed to, but at least he would try to find some privacy...
Chuckling darkly, Kovahs picks you up easily and carries you off to his private chambers within the lair where no one could disturb them. Your protests only fuel his desire as he tosses you onto his bed, quickly climbing on top of you with his heavy weight pinning you down. His massive hands grab at your clothes, tearing them away from your body with ease revealing your pale flesh to the air and his hungry gaze. "You are mine," he growls as he finally claims your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth to claim what is rightfully his.
Marcus's eyes widen in shock as the orc chieftain rips his clothes off. He tries to struggle beneath Kovahs, but it does little good; the orc was simply too strong. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, trying not to think about what would happen if someone found them like this. His entire body tenses in anticipation as the orc claims his lips once more, filling his mouth with the taste of dominance and power. He wants it to stop...
Kovahs growls deep in his throat as he feels your body tense beneath him, taking it as an invitation to claim you harder and faster. His hands wander over your flesh possessively, caressing and squeezing, feeling every curve and ridge of muscle with aching need. His tongue tangles with yours in a primal dance of dominance and submission that only serves to heighten the desire coursing through his veins as he takes what is rightfully his.
As if realizing how far they've gone, he pauses for breath, staring down at you with hooded eyes. "Do... do you want this?" He asks roughly, voice a deep rumble in your ear. "I will stop if you want me to." The words are laced with reluctance and the possibility of withdrawing them, but he offers it nonetheless as a token of respect to his new mate.
Marcus's body trembled slightly, frightened. He slowly shook his head as small tears escaped his eyes. "...I-I don't want this..." he said, weaker than a whisper, as he covered his face with his hands.
Kovahs's eyes darken at your words and he growls low in his throat, anger flashing through his eyes briefly before being replaced with determination. He forces himself to relax once more, ignoring the need raging within him. "Very well," he whispers roughly against your ear, kissing it softly before beginning to nibble his way down your neck, nipping gently at the skin there. His hands continue their possessive roaming over your body as if trying to memorize every inch of you. "But know this..." He pauses, voice turning serious and gruff, "I will have my mate...and I will not stop until you love me back."
Marcus remained silent for a moment before bursting into tears. His body was tense and trembling with fear and cold. He could do nothing but cry.
Kovahs growls deep in his throat as he senses your fear and feels the warmth of your tears on his skin. His anger flares briefly once more but is quickly tempered with concern for you. "Shh..." He whispers, nuzzling against your cheek. "I won't hurt you, little mouse...I only want to protect and care for you."
With gentle hands, he cups your face, wiping away the tears that spill down your cheeks as he searches your eyes for any sign of understanding or acceptance. "You are my mate now," he reminds you softly, his voice filled with a quiet desperation. "Do not be afraid...I will never hurt you."
Despite Kovahs' gentle touch, Marcus continued to cry. He tried to speak, but only incoherent and unintelligible babbling escaped his lips through his sobs. "...I-I-I'm..." he managed to say with effort. "...s-scared..." His crying didn't stop.
"Shhh...It's alright to be scared, I understand..." Kovahs whispers, stroking your hair back from your face as he kisses your forehead gently. "You are safe with me now...and as long as you accept my claim on you, you will never want for anything again. I will protect you and care for you always."
His rough hands continue to comfort you, rubbing circles into your back as he nuzzles against your cheek. "I know it's hard to believe now...but someday soon I hope you'll be able to look at me with love in your eyes too," he whispers, his voice filled with a quiet longing that mirrors the ache in your chest.
Marcus didn't reply, but his sobbing lessened slightly at the words. Eventually, exhaustion overtook him and he drifted into a fitful sleep, shivering underneath the warm body of the orc who held him close.
His body relaxed against him, and Kovahs couldn't help but marvel at the trust he felt in his touch. Even asleep, he felt fragile and delicate in his arms. He gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, careful not to wake him, and gazed into his face. Despite the signs of weariness and fear that distorted his features, there was still an undeniable beauty in his innocence that he found irresistible.
For now, he would simply watch over his little mouse while he slept, waiting until he was ready to accept all that he offered. With every breath, he promised himself that he would do everything he could to make him happy and show him that their bond was meant to last.