The Chief's POV

Once I had spoken to Princess Brenna, I went to the Great hall and plopped down in my seat that overlooked the large room. I rubbed my eyes and sighed. I was tired, tired of the way my men and I had to live. I was tired of being treated like barbarians by humans and physically exhausted, but I couldn't show my weakness to my men.

There was rising tension between the nearby humans and the South Orruk Horde, who hadn't been fairing as well as us. They lost more than we did during the Orruk Genocide. We were able to shelter in our mountains and hold off the armies. They lived in the plains in a kingdom similar to the humans. They were nearly wiped out during the wars because they were more accessible.

They were jealous of our stability and human females that sought refuge with us because we could provide more comfortable shelter. Most of the women here; were shunned by their communities. They had lived sad lives and came here as a last resort.

Some choose to be entertainers, servant girls, or marry, but we give them all the same respect. For most humans, it's all about status and money to them. The Orcs don't practice this. There's the Chief and his brothers.

Typically, the Chief holds authority, but we are all equal. To become Chief, you must challenge the current Chief and defeat him. I became chief at 22 and have been for four years now. I can't show weakness now, not in a time like this.

Just then, Paige dropped down onto my lap. Her tight round ass pressed onto my dick.

"What's wrong handsome," she said. She turned and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. She tugged on my arm, pleading for me to wrap it around her waist.

"I'm just tired," I muttered. "I've got a lot on my mind," I said.

"Let me get you an ale then." She called out to one of the servant girls to bring a pint over for me. "Why don't you turn in for the night?"

"I'd love to," I thought to myself. It was a custom for us to celebrate even the smallest of battles since there isn't much to be grateful for these days. "It'd be in bad taste if I wasn't here to celebrate," I said.

"How about I visit your bed-chamber tonight then? We can have a celebration of our own," she breathed sensually in my ear.

You could say Paige has a thing for me, but she and I were just friends with benefits, and she knew that. It seemed many of the women did. I imagine it's because of my position, so I never go any further than a physical relationship if they desire it. I've always made that interest very clear.

I have no time to worry about women. It's not that I'm against marriage; no one's piqued my interest.

"Not tonight," I said gruffly

"I'll leave you to it then," she said.

She stood up and pecked me on the forehead, and walked away. Gods, that ass is like a drug. My cock ached. My body wanted to pound out its frustrations, but there was too much on my mind.We'd given the humans another scenario to twist to their advantage, and now I had a poker-wielding princess across the hall from my sleeping quarters. I had her set up there to protect her, but now I'm questioning my safety.

I chuckled to myself. I pictured Brenna flying through the door with that thing. I'll give her one thing, of all the humans I've met, she's left the best impression, by far. Most of the women here seek protection from us, and the men I've battled talked a big game but died at my hand or squealed like a pig and ran.

I can definitely say she caught my eye. I thought more about what happened in her room, replaying the images in my head. She was dainty. She had long, thick caramel hair that fell around her in gentle waves. It had to be at least down to her ass. I wouldn't know for sure because I hadn't seen her from that angle.

She had big doe eyes that nearly matched the color of her hair. They looked like deep pools of amber. She had freckles dotted across her nose. She had petite lips, but they reminded me of lush flower petals.

"Gods, why am I thinking about this woman's lips? She'd never be interested in staying here. I'm sure she had learned to hate us by those cunts." I thought

Sten and a few other guys climb onto one of the tables after chugging down pints of Ale. They rallied the others and started singing.

"The fool, "I thought as I chuckled out loud.

Once he finished showing off, he stumbled over to me. "Come on, Jasper. Let loose. Here have another ale."

Sten had always been a good friend, almost like a little brother to me. When we were younger, he and I would get into some shit. Now I stay so busy and have to worry about everything and everyone. We haven't hung out much since I became Chief. He's still just as wide open as he was then.

"I can't tonight," I said. I wasn't feeling up to it.

"Be happy. We regained some of our homelands and scored a cute piece of ass." Oddly I felt angry when he referred to her that way. I didn't know how to explain it. It wasn't like me to care that much.

"you've got to admit, for such a small thing, she's got a fat ass. I bet she'd be able to birth an army of Orc." He joked

He looked at me with concern. Then, I realized how tense I got listening to him go on like that. "Why do I feel jealous over this woman?" I thought. "I've got to get out of here to think before I don't kick Sten's ass."

"You alright?" He asked. "what'd I do?"

"I'm fine, ya fucking bastard," I said, trying to play it off. "I'm just tired. I mean, I got stabbed in the fucking chest. I think I'm going to call it for the night."