Orc Calamity - Chapter 31 I hate you so much

Xa’Gun salted the warm waters that filled his bath. He then wiped his body, and with a douse of water from the overhead spigot, he rinsed off.

He slipped into the warm waters and closed his eyes for a time, enjoying the cozy sensation.

The sun began to hide behind the mountains in the early eve, as Xa’Gun opened his eyes to find he had dozed off. Thankfully, he did not slide further in, least he inhaled water.

Getting up and out, he stepped out of the bath with his right leg, as a sharp pain in his thigh brought a sharp clarity to his mind from his previous sleepy state. Looking down at the angry blade wound on this thigh that dripped a small line of blood, Xa’Gun shrugged. He wiped off and put on his newest loin cloth. He had a number of them provided by Jukzuk along with clothing. What Xa’Gun wanted most of all was armor… This would have to wait until after his next match, as told by Jukzuk.

Xa’Gun didn’t understand the wait but didn’t argue, never the less. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, as he headed to the foyer where the aid kit was left by Hellie after she held bandage him last time.

Feeling the pain more pronounced in his thigh since soaking himself in the bath, Xa’Gun could only wonder if the salt made it better or worse. After all, it did seriously sting when he entered.

[Maybe I can ask fa-] Xa’Gun walked up to his pair of couches, as he paused to stare down into the eyes of Demze.

Demze smiled, “Seems you’ve become very comfortable here.”

Xa’Gun nodded, though he reddened slightly to be seen only in a loincloth, this was his burrow. More importantly, he didn’t really care for the feelings of this Orcess. Her eyes, her way of speech, her actions… They all told of hidden purpose and agenda.

He lumbered over to his couch opposite her, as Demze couldn’t help but notice the love bite on Xa’Gun’s neck.

Xa’Gun then sat down, as he reached for the aid kit. Demze narrowed her eyes in thought, as she watched as he got the kit and haphazardly wrapped his thigh.

“Xa… Gun… That bruise on your neck… Just where did it come from?” Demze smiled again.

Xa’Gun looked up to notice her eyes did not smile, much like the time he complimented Hellie.

As he stared at Demze, with hands just now finishing his wrap. He tied it off and tore off the remainder with pure strength.

“Just what does it matter to you where I got it from?” Xa’Gun spoke in a bad mood, it seemed that he had been influenced by his adopted father.

“Do you know what that bruise means?” Demze pointed to the spot.

Xa’Gun grunted that he understood.

[That fast hussy…] Demze dropped her head and massaged her temples. Xa’Gun didn’t understand the change of attitude. It seemed that Demze went from being angry to having a headache.

“Do you have any mead here… I could use a drink.” Demze finally looked up with tired eyes.

Xa’Gun nodded slightly, as he decided to go get it. As he got up, Demze rose and followed him into the cooking area of the burrow.

He opened a barrel that was brought that morning. It seemed a few tankards were already missing. No doubt Jukzuk’s partaking involved.

After getting a Tankard and filling it. He turned around to see Demze sitting at the table. He handed her the tankard and got his own to fill. After he filled his own tankard, he heard behind him, “Another, please.”

Demze handed the large tankard back to him.

Xa’Gun gave a questioning grunt, be Demze remained quiet. He shrugged as he refilled it and handed it back. As he took his seat at the table to wait for Jukzuk, Hellie, and Midka to show up, he witnessed Demze downing the tankard again.

He remembered just yesterday she drank only a little, but today she already downed two tankards? Was she just thirsty?

Demze’s complexion took a darker hue, as a few minutes of time passed between the two in silence. Xa’Gun didn’t say anything. Demze didn’t say anything, and the awkward atmosphere passed like that until Demze slapped her hands on the table as she stood up.

“What’s so great about my sister, huh?” Demze snapped, with a slackened, but angry face.

“Wot?” Xa’Gun questioned this new look of her… Why did her emotions change like the wind??? Was it her emotions or just her facial expressions. Was she just a bad drunk like Hellie???????

Demze went around the table to the side of Xa’Gun as she touched the wound on his leg slightly, as if to caress it.

“Is it because she’s got a fit body? More experienced? Shit… Is it because she’s just plain dumber than me? Elements I love her, but why do all the Orcs want to fuck her so badly?” Demze drew circles on Xa’Gun’s thigh, circling the wounded area.

“…She’s just her… She’s not you.” Xa’Gun spoke the best he could to answer the question.

“She’s just her, huh… And what am I? I have a pair of breasts… I’m just as jade as she is, and I’m smarter! I can guide you. I can make you into the most powerful Orc that has ever sat upon the throne of these mountains!”

“I-” As Xa’Gun was about to decline, he heard Demze ask, “Can you look that way before you say something stupid?”

“…” Xa’Gun wasn’t sure what he was supposed to see, but he turned his head to look to the other side of the cooking area.

Nothing of interest was found, but a sharp pain was felt on his neck. Startled, he stood up knocking Demze to the floor.

“Ah…!” Demze landed with a hard thump on her hip.

Xa’Gun slapped his neck where it stung. Demze looked up to see that the deed was done, as she smiled with a slight drunken look.

“I won’t go down so easily… You like me; you just don’t know it yet.” Demze giggled stupidly.

Xa’Gun felt the spot that stung slightly, as anger rose slightly. She had placed a mark on the other side of his neck to match Hellie’s… This was not just a provocation to Hellie, but honestly…

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?” Xa’Gun stomped heavily on the floor of the burrow. Despite being part of the ground that made the area, the cooking area shook.

Demze laughed again, “I said it before, but mostly because I want my sister to know that I have an interest in you too.”

Xa’Gun angrily stepped forward and grabbed Demze roughly by the shoulders, as he lifted her into the air to his eye level. Her feet dangled in the air.

“I DO NOT LIKE YOU!” Xa’Gun yelled.

“And I hate you’re so stupid and ambitionless… I hate you so much.” Demze smiled as she didn’t fight back.

“THEN WHY!”

“Because I want you.” Demze snaked her arms around Xa’Gun’s hands, as she easily contorted out of his grasp. Latching onto Xa’Gun’s large chest, she placed her face next to Xa’Gun’s ear. She spoke softly, “I hate you… I really hate you a lot… But I want you, and I need you,” She purred as she nibbled his ear.