Some of the fever was cooling slightly with reality.

This is just…foreplay, I thought. I mean, aside from the chains, Harry could've—

The finger that had been teasing my entrance plunged suddenly in, drawing a garbled little moan from my mouth.

Well. Harry's fingers couldn't compete with the orc's, at least.

"Tight little hole," the orc muttered, pumping the shockingly thick finger inside of me.

I leaned back at last, my head tucked beneath his chin, and stared down myself at the dim and blurry view of his hands on me, gentle and impressively large. And yet…

Maybe what you want really is too strange, I thought. The touch felt good, but not exciting, and the orc behind me wasn't much more than pleasantly warm and fragrant furniture, smelling like the woods I'd arrived in.

Suddenly, the touch stopped, both hands pulling away abruptly with the orc, leaving me stumbling slightly. His hand caught my hip, fingers still damp from being inside of me. I gasped as he spun me, the chains twisting above me and forcing me to go taut and high on my toes.

The orc's eyes were black with fine points of golden fire in the center, and they glared down at me, the harsh angles of his face barely visible by the candlelight in the corners of the large room—much larger than I'd originally guessed, with curious shadows farther off.

"Tell me, pet," he said.

I blinked at him, certain I'd missed the question. "Wha—I am…wet?"

He scoffed down at me, and I was surprised by the almost nutty whiff of his breath, unusual but not unpleasant. I'd known the features of orcs from passing them in the city, but I'd never touched one before, never had one focusing on me so intently that the glow of their gaze widened in their eyes and seemed to scratch sparks on my skin.

"Tell me," he repeated in a warning growl, head tipping.

Perhaps there was more to orcs than their physicality, because the fix of his eyes on me seemed to draw the words out.

"This is too…"

"Too much? You are uncomfortable?" One hand reached up to loosen the chains.

"No!" I cried, and his bare brows relaxed slightly. "No. I just expected this to be more…intense, and it's not yet. Which is fine, it's very nice—"

"Nice," the orc repeated.

My mouth hung open as my eyes freed themselves from the lock of his gaze to glance around the room. I was naked, chained, in a dark and not too drafty dungeon. Maybe nice wasn't the right term.

"You're being very gentle, careful, with…touching and, you know, um, fingering me," I said, my voice tightening to a squeak.

"You want my cock?" he asked plainly.

What I wanted now was to be let loose so I could dress again and go hide somewhere. But if I did that, I would never really accomplish the whole point of this week.