I slid inside, and the fight went out of her. “Yes, my Queen,” she moaned.

I still didn’t let her wrists go. No holds barred, she had said, and that definitely included playing possum and similar trickery. Besides, she clearly enjoyed the dominance. I had no doubt that if she had won the match, she would have enjoyed dominating me as much as she seemed to be enjoying submitting now.

I was turned on, but I didn’t love the situation. Overpowering a woman and putting my cock in her might speak to some primal instinct, but it also set off all sorts of un-sexy alarm bells.

Then she came, her pussy rippling around my rod in a series of squeezes that distracted me from those thoughts and made me just want to slide in and out of her. My hips moved, and her hips moved, creating the slippery sounds of sex. I could smell her sweat – and a little blood – and knew she was very turned on.

But I needed to know more. No holds barred included magic, I rationalized. But I didn’t buy it. “Zargaza,” I said. “I have magic that lets me know what you feel, what you desire. May I use it with you?”

“The conqueror does not ask the conquered for permission,” she replied.

“The conqueror makes the rules and asks what she likes,” I retorted. “And the conquered answers rather than telling the conqueror how to behave.”

Her eyes lit up. Right answer, apparently. “Then yes, Abby.”

Sexual Empathy.

Yeah, she was turned on. And loving it. I didn’t need a spell for that. But there was something deeper in there, a slightly different flavor to what I’d felt with Kendala. As I suspected, she enjoyed being the dominant one, but above all she craved the idea of dominance, giving or receiving. I wondered if that was a part of the Orc mentality, the desire for someone to be on top, and the desire for that to be earned, somehow.

For Zargaza to have sex like this meant that she felt I was worthy of her submission.

I gripped her wrists tighter, and fucked her hard, knowing I was giving her what she wanted.

Her eyes met mine. “I know you used some spell. Did you like what you saw?”

“I did,” I admitted.

“I shall strive to be worthy of you.”

Her pussy fluttered around me, and I didn’t feel very eloquent. “Ditto.”

She wrapped her muscular legs around me and pulled me further into her. “Fill me,” she said.

“Are you taking maidenweed?” I asked.

“Of course not.”

“Maybe we’d better –”

“Fuck me, Abby.” The fire returned to her eyes. “Don’t you dare deny me your seed.”

On Earth, I would have pulled out and run, primal instincts be damned. But the rules here were different. Death happened easier, for one thing. Not far from here, and not long ago, the fields had been littered with dead orcs, many of whom I had killed, most of whom had been killed by my people. And now she demanded I help bring new life.

I fucked her hard. My hip bones slammed against hers. Our breasts squished together, and our tongues wrestled with each other, our teeth bruising the other’s lips. I let her wrists go, at some point, and she wrapped her arms around me tight. I was held fast, moving toward the inevitable.

Of course, I could

teleport away. And of course, I didn’t.

She came, again, her wet channel tightening around my cock, much like her arms and legs held my body. I knew she wanted it.

I gave it to her, flooding her with my seed in a series of potent eruptions.

“Yes, oh yes,” she screamed, her own orgasm going on and on, milking me of every last drop.

When the pleasure subsided, we panted for breath, our joined bodies slippery with sweat, and the smell of sex filling the tent.

She smiled at me, almost shyly. “Shy” wasn’t an expression I’d even imagined fitting on that face.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Part of me hopes you fucked a baby into me,” she said.

I put a smile on my face. Oh, yeah, consent during the middle of sex isn’t exactly – although surely she knew where this was heading before she’d even stormed into Inka’s. “And the rest of you?”

“Hopes you have to try again and again until you succeed.”

I relaxed, and kissed her, gently this time. It wasn’t that I wanted her pregnant, so much as that I really didn’t want her pregnant if she didn’t want to be.

“You’re so small. I mean, not in some places,” she said, groping my breasts. “More than a handful. But still – I never imagined anyone like you. So strong. I always figured it would be some six foot six orc, with big muscles, not a little five-eight woman, with big boobs and a big cock. I’m babbling.”

“It’s fine,” I told her.

“Queen Abby.”

“Just Abby is fine.”

“Abby. Will you come by now and then and we can do that again?”

“Until I succeed at making a baby with you?” I asked.

“Well … whether or not, I meant.”

“Sure.”

“Are you going to drag me out by my hair so that everyone can see that you have conquered me?”

“I, um, wasn’t planning on it. Is it required?”

“It’s traditional.”

“Naked?”

“Yes. Your cock glistening with my juices, my pussy dripping with yours, so that everyone will know.”

Other cultures, I told myself. I got up.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s do it.” I moved toward the entrance.

“You’re not pulling my hair,” she said.

“You can walk to the entrance, and then I’ll pull it when we walk out. For show. For tradition.”

She hesitated, and then nodded. “The conqueror makes the rules, hmm?” she said. She rose, and walked to the flap of the tent, and then bent her head, her long green hair flowing over it. I suppose she was making it easier for me, being shorter than her and all.

I would like to tell you that this was not my scene at all, that I had no desire for all of the orcs to see my smoking hot body, for one thing, and that dragging Zargaza naked out by her hair did nothing for me.

The way my cock stood at attention said otherwise.

Over a hundred of them were gathered around outside, the closest of them thirty feet or so from the tent. Every time I’d been to the orc village it had been full of bustle. A single idle orc was a rarity. But for this, they had stopped working. Some of them had hoes still in their hands – the implements, dammit! Others had rakes, pitchforks, hammers. The more I looked at them, the more I was reminded of a crowd of peasants come to deal with Frankenstein, except that they were the ones that were green.

I was a kind of Frankenstein, really. A created body, into which another soul had been poured. All of a sudden telling everyone that I’d fucked their chief didn’t seem like such a great idea. Especially as, given all the scratches and bite marks, it didn’t look very consensual.

But then they started cheering. “Queen Abby! Queen Abby!”

Zargaza got onto her knees, and started sucking our juices off my cock.

“Queen Abby! Queen Abby!”

What was the queen wave, again? Elbow, elbow, wrist-wrist-wrist. I tried it. It felt pretty good, but not nearly as good as Zargaza’s mouth. It provoked another round of cheers.

I pulled Zargaza off me, so I could look at her better. Using her hair, naturally. I didn’t want to violate any orc traditions. She looked up at me, and smiled.

What a weird life I had. Still, it seemed I’d gotten it right.

“Anyone here would be glad for you to fuck them,” Zargaza said. “Men, if you like. Women, if you want to make more babies. You have conquered us, and conquered me, and you are our Queen.”

Sure enough, a few of the orc women had taken their tops off, and were shaking their breasts at me, and some of the men were grabbing their crotches suggestively. They were all staying a good distance back, though.

I chuckled. “I’m good right now,” I said.

She touched my cock with her hand. “That’s not what your royal scepter says. It wants to parent the next generation.”

“Well, fortunately I don’t think with that part of me. Remind me to explain genetic diversity to you at some point – anyway, it’s better if I don’t. Does tradition stop me from dragging you back inside?”

She grinned. “No, Abby, it does not!”

So I did, and then we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.

The crowd had dissipated by the time I got a new outfit on and walked back to talk to Inka. The trading post had closed for business for the day, but of course I had a key in my bag.

Inka heard me and came out to greet me. “Hello, Boss. Sorry I didn’t come to cheer, but I thought you’d want me to keep working.”

“It’s alright. I just came by to make sure you were okay.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She looked confused.

“Well, I left rather abruptly with another woman right after we –” had sex? Made love?

She shrugged. “So? You’re my boss. She’s the chief. And what you left to do was good for my people. Why would I mind?”

I shrugged. “I wanted to make sure.”

“I took maidenweed,” she said.

“Ah. Okay. I should have asked.”

“With any other boss, I would have asked for permission to do so. But I was pretty sure that you’d tell me it was my decision. Was I right? I could have waited, but it’s more effective if it’s taken right away.”

“You were right,” I said. “You absolutely get to make that decision for yourself. No one should be able to take that away.”

“I don’t think I ever want kids,” Inka said. “That makes me strange doesn’t it?”

I walked over and held her. “No. I felt the same way, most of my life.”

She cuddled up. “Most people would think it makes me strange.”

“What most people think doesn’t matter.”

“I fucked Zargul, a few days ago,” she said.

“I don’t know him. Is he an orc?”

“Yes. Does it bother you?”

“No. Not if you had a good time.”

“It was good. Not as good as my time with you.”

Fifty percent better. “Don’t compare,” I told her. “Just enjoy each moment for what it is.”

“You’re not jealous?”

I shook my head. “I want you to live your best life, Inka. And I’m spread way too thin to tell anyone to be exclusive.”

She pulled back and put her hands on her hips. “Well, boss, if you’re not jealous, then why do you think I would be? I may be your employee, but I think I’m as generous and capable of sharing as anyone!”

I raised my hands. “I surrender.”

She laughed. “That’ll be the day,” she said. “Want some dinner?”

It would mean I would be biking home in the dark. But, I had a headlight, and I missed Inka’s cooking.

“Sure. Easy on the spice.”

“Always,” Inka said, which was less than reassuring. “I’ll start the fire.”

Ah, right. No induction stove. Well, I guess it would be more authentic this way. While she cooked, I bathed my cuts and scrapes in peroxide. Valeria could deal with them even if they became infected, but why take risks when I had a bit of everything in my bag? Without Lesseth there, though, things weren’t going to be neatly organized, and she would have to do some putting away when she got back.

The food was a rice-and-beans kind of thing. It was spicy, but it didn’t sear the roof of my mouth off, and it was pleasurable. Kinda like Zargaza, I suppose.

“You’re thinking about her,” Inka said, as she cut a few extra peppers for her portion and scattered them over the dish. “You could ask her to cook for you, if you like. But I suspect she’s not a very good cook. Not much practice.”

“Sorry,” I said.

She winked at me. “I’m just a lowly employee,” she said.

“That’s not how I look at it.”

“I know you have to get back home, but I’d like to do what we did again, sometime.”

I nodded. “Me too.”

“Well, then, I think I can help you not think about her too much.” She slipped her top off.

I don’t know why that was effective, especially now that I had a pair of my own to look at or fondle any time I wanted. But it was.