Orc fragment #3
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wiseheartBehind the tag, as always. Family life among the Uruk-hai - or what they understand under it. I hope it isn't too mushy.
Uglúk visits his cubs – and gets laid
Females with cubs were temporarily housed in the halls under Orthanc itself. That way, they needed not to protect them from the lesser goblins and the Wargs that lived in the underground chambers, workshops and stables all around the wizard’s tower. The maggots from the Misty Mountains and their riding beasts were always hungry, and it was easier to keep them away from the cubs than to guard the nursing chambers all the time.
Krumhûr looked as smashing as always – even though she was called the Smasher for very different reasons. Namely, being one of the most fierce warriors, even as females go. Presently, however, he offered a rather… domestic sight, wearing a knee-length, woollen tunic that was wide open on her chest, as the two cubs were clawing themselves into the thick fabric of said tunic and latched at her teats like leeches. The little ones were apparently earnest feeders. Which was a good sign – it meant they had a good chance to fulfil their first cycle and be successfully waned.
Uruk-hai, regardless of gender, were not particularly sentimental people – that could have been the death of them – but Uglúk could not suppress a certain amount of paternal pride as he watched his progeny. The cubs were large for their age, strong and healthy and perfectly round, covered with the shiny black fur so typical for toddlers. The small bone knobs on their temples were almost grown together, forming the protective bone plates over their foreheads. Their claws were strong enough to hold them safely attached to Krumhûr’s tunic, despite their size and weight. They’ll be big, fierce warriors one day.
“They’re almost ready to be waned,” Krumhûr brushed aside the fur of one fat little bottom and showed an as-yet hidden bald spot. “They have begun to shed their fur. We should think about the naming, soon.”
Uglúk shrugged. “You gave them life. ‘Tis your right.”
“But they are males,” Krumhûr pointed out, reminding him that as the one who had sired them, by male cubs he had the same naming right. Uglúk nodded.
“We’ll speak about it. Have their fangs broken through yet?”
“Almost,” Krumhûr removed one of the cubs from the teat; unlike the wives of Men, Uruk-hai females had no prominent breasts, but during pregnancy and nursing cycle, their nipples grew about three inches, so that the cubs could latch onto them easily. She pulled down the cub’s lover lip. “See for yourself.”
Uglúk touched the hot and swollen gums carefully. He could feel the hardness of the fangs directly under the sensitive flesh. The cub whimpered and clawed into his hand with its sharp little claws, drawing blood. Then it sniffed with interest at the new scent. A red little tongue sneaked out and licked up the blood with obvious delight. The small, yellow eyes glittered.
“Smart little fellow,” grinned Uglúk. “He’ll eat flesh within the moon.”
“They’ll reach fully cycle by then,” said Krumhûr a little wistfully. “And though I’m glad to be back to the fighting troops, I’ll miss them.”
“They’ll be in good hands,” Uglúk shrugged. “That’s the order of things. You’ve done your duties towards them.”
“I know,” replied Krumhûr with a shrug of her own. “And once they’re gone, I won’t miss them anymore. I never missed the other one, either.”
“Do you intend to accept another mate in the next cycle?” asked Uglúk. “You still have four more fertile cycles.”
Krumhûr shook her head. “Nah, I don’t want to. I’ve got fourteen cycles behind me. I’ve mated twice. Three cubs are more than enough for any female. I want to fight again.”
“It will be good to have your sword back with us,” said Uglúk in agreement. “It seems to me that something big is about to come. Something much bigger than the usual skirmishes. The White Wizard is restless – and the escape of the Grey Fool is a bad omen.”
Krumhûr glared at him sharply. She was one of the few who knew that Uglúk had the questionable gift of foresight. This was something the Uruk-hai inherited from their Elven ancestors – a rudimentary end extremely rare version of it.
“What have you seen?” she asked.
“Blood and fire,” answered Uglúk slowly. “And a red dawn, drowned in darkness.”
“For yourself or for us all?” asked Krumhûr.
“I don’t know,” admitted Uglúk.
There was a long silence, while Krumhûr removed the other cub from her breast, too, and put them both back into their protective cage. There they could wrestle with each other, roll around like hairy little balls and play as they pleased. Uglúk watched them for a while. They’ll be waned and separated, given names and sent to the tutors, within the moon. The only place he will be seeing them in the future would be the training fields. He and Krumhûr will separate their bond and go on with their lives, fighting for their master and – in Uglúk’s case – looking out for new mates. That was the order of things for the fighting Uruk-hai.
“It’ll be an honour to fight on your side again,” said Krumhûr, as if reading his thoughts. “And it’s been an honour to be your mate. Your bloodline is strong. Your progeny is excellent.”
Uglúk sniffed the air discretely. Krumhûr’s scent told him that her nursing cycle was almost over, and she was ready for coupling again. Pregnancy and birthing took its toll on females, thus their body protected itself quite efficiently for several moons afterwards. But after about four seasons, the typical swells of the rear appeared again, opening up the body for further procreation – or just for fun.
Most females only mated once or twice in their life – just like the males, they lived for the fight, and being with cubs took too much time and too much strength of them. Fortunately, it was not possible to get a female pregnant by accident, and that left open the chance of coupling, just for recreational purposes. Uglúk reached out, feeling up Krumhûr’s backside for the swells.
“Speak not the words of release ere we said proper farewells,” he growled playfully, imitating the stilted speech patterns of Men.
Krumhûr giggled and pressed her bottom into his palms, showing that she was willing – and more than ready – to play. And Uglúk needed to work the heat of his recent duel with Âshwûsh out of his system.
Mating was a serious action that needed the partners to focus and harmonize their inner fire. A good shag to blow off steam, however, was an entirely different issue. Soon, they were rolling and wrestling and growling and laughing on the floor, playfully fighting for dominance – until Uglúk managed to roll Krumhûr under himself and mount her. A long, rough and merry coupling followed. Uruk-hai had great stamina and enjoyed a good shag at any given time.
Uglúk visits his cubs – and gets laid
Females with cubs were temporarily housed in the halls under Orthanc itself. That way, they needed not to protect them from the lesser goblins and the Wargs that lived in the underground chambers, workshops and stables all around the wizard’s tower. The maggots from the Misty Mountains and their riding beasts were always hungry, and it was easier to keep them away from the cubs than to guard the nursing chambers all the time.
Krumhûr looked as smashing as always – even though she was called the Smasher for very different reasons. Namely, being one of the most fierce warriors, even as females go. Presently, however, he offered a rather… domestic sight, wearing a knee-length, woollen tunic that was wide open on her chest, as the two cubs were clawing themselves into the thick fabric of said tunic and latched at her teats like leeches. The little ones were apparently earnest feeders. Which was a good sign – it meant they had a good chance to fulfil their first cycle and be successfully waned.
Uruk-hai, regardless of gender, were not particularly sentimental people – that could have been the death of them – but Uglúk could not suppress a certain amount of paternal pride as he watched his progeny. The cubs were large for their age, strong and healthy and perfectly round, covered with the shiny black fur so typical for toddlers. The small bone knobs on their temples were almost grown together, forming the protective bone plates over their foreheads. Their claws were strong enough to hold them safely attached to Krumhûr’s tunic, despite their size and weight. They’ll be big, fierce warriors one day.
“They’re almost ready to be waned,” Krumhûr brushed aside the fur of one fat little bottom and showed an as-yet hidden bald spot. “They have begun to shed their fur. We should think about the naming, soon.”
Uglúk shrugged. “You gave them life. ‘Tis your right.”
“But they are males,” Krumhûr pointed out, reminding him that as the one who had sired them, by male cubs he had the same naming right. Uglúk nodded.
“We’ll speak about it. Have their fangs broken through yet?”
“Almost,” Krumhûr removed one of the cubs from the teat; unlike the wives of Men, Uruk-hai females had no prominent breasts, but during pregnancy and nursing cycle, their nipples grew about three inches, so that the cubs could latch onto them easily. She pulled down the cub’s lover lip. “See for yourself.”
Uglúk touched the hot and swollen gums carefully. He could feel the hardness of the fangs directly under the sensitive flesh. The cub whimpered and clawed into his hand with its sharp little claws, drawing blood. Then it sniffed with interest at the new scent. A red little tongue sneaked out and licked up the blood with obvious delight. The small, yellow eyes glittered.
“Smart little fellow,” grinned Uglúk. “He’ll eat flesh within the moon.”
“They’ll reach fully cycle by then,” said Krumhûr a little wistfully. “And though I’m glad to be back to the fighting troops, I’ll miss them.”
“They’ll be in good hands,” Uglúk shrugged. “That’s the order of things. You’ve done your duties towards them.”
“I know,” replied Krumhûr with a shrug of her own. “And once they’re gone, I won’t miss them anymore. I never missed the other one, either.”
“Do you intend to accept another mate in the next cycle?” asked Uglúk. “You still have four more fertile cycles.”
Krumhûr shook her head. “Nah, I don’t want to. I’ve got fourteen cycles behind me. I’ve mated twice. Three cubs are more than enough for any female. I want to fight again.”
“It will be good to have your sword back with us,” said Uglúk in agreement. “It seems to me that something big is about to come. Something much bigger than the usual skirmishes. The White Wizard is restless – and the escape of the Grey Fool is a bad omen.”
Krumhûr glared at him sharply. She was one of the few who knew that Uglúk had the questionable gift of foresight. This was something the Uruk-hai inherited from their Elven ancestors – a rudimentary end extremely rare version of it.
“What have you seen?” she asked.
“Blood and fire,” answered Uglúk slowly. “And a red dawn, drowned in darkness.”
“For yourself or for us all?” asked Krumhûr.
“I don’t know,” admitted Uglúk.
There was a long silence, while Krumhûr removed the other cub from her breast, too, and put them both back into their protective cage. There they could wrestle with each other, roll around like hairy little balls and play as they pleased. Uglúk watched them for a while. They’ll be waned and separated, given names and sent to the tutors, within the moon. The only place he will be seeing them in the future would be the training fields. He and Krumhûr will separate their bond and go on with their lives, fighting for their master and – in Uglúk’s case – looking out for new mates. That was the order of things for the fighting Uruk-hai.
“It’ll be an honour to fight on your side again,” said Krumhûr, as if reading his thoughts. “And it’s been an honour to be your mate. Your bloodline is strong. Your progeny is excellent.”
Uglúk sniffed the air discretely. Krumhûr’s scent told him that her nursing cycle was almost over, and she was ready for coupling again. Pregnancy and birthing took its toll on females, thus their body protected itself quite efficiently for several moons afterwards. But after about four seasons, the typical swells of the rear appeared again, opening up the body for further procreation – or just for fun.
Most females only mated once or twice in their life – just like the males, they lived for the fight, and being with cubs took too much time and too much strength of them. Fortunately, it was not possible to get a female pregnant by accident, and that left open the chance of coupling, just for recreational purposes. Uglúk reached out, feeling up Krumhûr’s backside for the swells.
“Speak not the words of release ere we said proper farewells,” he growled playfully, imitating the stilted speech patterns of Men.
Krumhûr giggled and pressed her bottom into his palms, showing that she was willing – and more than ready – to play. And Uglúk needed to work the heat of his recent duel with Âshwûsh out of his system.
Mating was a serious action that needed the partners to focus and harmonize their inner fire. A good shag to blow off steam, however, was an entirely different issue. Soon, they were rolling and wrestling and growling and laughing on the floor, playfully fighting for dominance – until Uglúk managed to roll Krumhûr under himself and mount her. A long, rough and merry coupling followed. Uruk-hai had great stamina and enjoyed a good shag at any given time.
