#orc husband

[flowersandbigteeth]

Looking for a saucy medieval tradition to weave into your historical romances? Have no fear, foot-of-the-gallows marriage is here! Basically, if a man was about to be hanged and a woman stepped forward and said “I will marry this man!” he was spared because it was was seen as like “oh, she’ll rehabilitate him so we don’t have to kill him.” Now, I heard this from tiktok, so I could be wrong, and it could just be a folk tale or something that rarely happened in actuality. Either way, it’s a cool troupe I think more people should use (and I myself will be using). I think it would work really well with Orcs and Elves!

This is such an intriguing idea! I had to try it. If you end up writing it, tag me, if you are comfortable! I'd love to see what you do with it ^_^

I keep getting Orc ideas, and I can't resist them *feral invasive Orc thoughts* （￣ ｗ￣）Ψ

Orc (Saber) x GN elf reader

Word Count: 6K

TW: discussion of hanging, bad mother, sfw Orc fluff, a bit of melancholy with a happy ending, nonsexual mention of private body parts in the context of bathing

“Goodness, what’s this all about?” you grumbled, clutching your basket closer to you as you made your way through the crowd. 

The stench of rotten vegetables and too many people lingered in the air. 

“It’s a hanging,” a helpful imp beamed, hopping on his tiptoes to see over the crowd. Why people gathered all around to watch someone die, you had no idea, but more importantly, the crowd was blocking your path home. Industrious vendors selling ale and popcorn wove through the throng to collect what coins they could from the event. In the capital, everyone had a hustle, and few left the chance to make some money at the table. 

“Out of the way!” You shouted, shouldering whoever was unlucky enough to be in your way. 

The voice of the city guardsman who was reading off a list of offenses to the crowd drowned yours out, but with a few well-placed shoves, you managed to make it to the front. You were looking around, trying to figure out how to get across the plaza, when you glanced up to see a familiar face. 

“It’s you!” you blurted as your eyes locked with the brilliant chartreuse irises of the Orc standing on the gallows. 

He gave you a wan smile, lifting his tied hands to wave at you. His straight nose was up in the air as if all the rabble around him should be fortunate to have the privilege of watching him die. The thick olive locs you remembered being long had been roughly chopped short around his ears. Still, even dressed in an ill-fitting prison jumpsuit, he had a regal air about him. His barrel chest was puffed, strong muscles peaking between the frayed fabric. 

“Fifty counts of robbery…25 counts of counterfeiting gold coins…seven counts of horse theft…”

The Orc you’d met before’s name was Saber. He’d helped you get your broken cart into town one rainy afternoon…, and then he’d also stolen your necklace, which you’d realized after he’d disappeared. 

“As per the King’s edict, If any citizen pledges to save this soul from the gallows by way of marriage, please step forth.” 

Though he was handsome, no one raised their hands to save him. Instead, they all booed. Judging by the rotten vegetables hurled at him, he seemed to have robbed almost everyone in the capital. 

“Aye!” you shouted, hiking up your pants to pull yourself onto the stage. 

The guardsmen’s eyebrows shot up when you’d straightened yourself.

“I’ll marry the sorry bastard.” 

“Are you sure? He’ll most likely rob you and run off. He’s better off dead.” 

“I have business with this one,” you informed him, snapping your fingers. “Come on then. Let’s get this over with.” 

The guardsman shrugged and jerked the noose off of his neck, a little disappointed. The crowd wasn’t happy either, hurling insults along with their vegetables. 

“Quiet! Quiet!” the guardsman shouted after shoving Saber forward for the “ceremony.”

He took a deep breath, jerking a notebook out of his pocket.

“Alright,” he began, snorting. “State your name for the record.” 

“(Y/N).”

“Lovely elven name,” he murmured as he jotted it down. “Now then, do you (Y/N) take this here, criminal, Saber Wintermaple to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

You gave him a sharp nod. 

“I do.” 

He swung a lazy eye at Saber. 

“Do you Saber Wintermaple, take this kind elf to be your betrothed?” 

He gave you a bright smile. 

“I do.” 

The guardsman snapped the book closed, shoving Saber towards you. 

“I hereby declare you two duly betrothed under the King’s law. This Orc is your problem now, citizen. You’d better keep him out of trouble, or you’ll be up here next to him!”

He handed you the thick rope looped around the binding, keeping Saber’s hands tied, and waved you two off. The audience, bored without bloodshed, had already started dispersing, making it easy for you to tug Saber towards the road leading to the forest. 

“I didn’t know I made such a pleasant impression,” Saber said cheerfully, following you out of town.

You whirled around and jammed a finger in his face. 

“I wouldn’t describe it as pleasant. You owe me a gold necklace! Give it back, or you can work off the coin you owe me!” 

He chuckled.

“I’m fresh out of coins, little elf.” 

He scratched his chin and looked up, thinking. 

“I’m pretty sure I lost that necklace in a game of dice.” 

He shrugged. 

“You lost my only possession of any value in a game of dice?” 

You scrubbed your hand over your face, counting back from ten so you didn’t explode.  

“Maybe I should have let you die.”

Frowning, you looked over him from toe to head. 

“At least you look strong enough. I’m sure I can find something useful for you to do!” 

You stopped where the two of you stood in the middle of the trail and pulled a small charm from your basket. 

“I was going to use this on my coin purse since there was a thief on the loose, but it’s probably better applied to you!” 

You looped the charm around his neck, closing your eyes to whisper the spell. A gust of spirit wind, fluffed your hair as the magic twirled around Saber. When you opened your eyes again, there was a blue thread linking the two of you that only you could see. 

“What was that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on you. 

“It’s a binding spell, so you can’t run off with my stuff again,” you explained.

His eyebrows jumped, and he tugged at the little talisman around his neck. 

“It won’t come off.” 

You nodded proudly. 

“Exactly.”

He took a moment to examine you carefully, tapping his chin again. 

“Interesting,” he murmured.  

“What? What does that mean?” 

He smiled and shrugged.

“Lead the way, spouse.” 

You sighed, turning and pulling him through the bumpy trail in the woods to your little home. When you’d fled your homeland to the Capital, you’d been lucky to find an abandoned cottage outside the city walls. It wasn’t massive, with only the basic living quarters, but it must have at some point belonged to someone’s Saber’s size, as the door and counters were much too high. You’d spent much of the money you earned selling charms and ointments, buying stools and ladders to reach things. 

“You poor thing,” Saber sighed as you passed through the magic barrier you’d cast to keep your home hidden from bandits.

“You don’t need to patronize me,” you huffed. “You’re the one almost hanged and run out of town.” 

He ignored you, looking around. 

“I feel kind of bad for stealing your necklace now that I’ve seen where you live. This place is a mess.” 

You examined your home, trying to see it through his eyes. Every available surface was covered in books, alchemy equipment, or ingredients. Even the chairs were covered in cast-off scrolls, books, or charms. 

“It’d be nice to have a workshop,” you admitted. “But that’s much too expensive.”

You straightened your slumping shoulders and lifted your chin. 

“No matter, you won’t be spending much time sitting down. I’ve got loads of things that need doing.” 

He gave you a sharp nod and held out his hands. 

“You’ll have to untie me if you want me to work.” 

Pulling a small blade from your basket, you sawed through the thick binding. Free to move as he pleased, he wrung his stiff wrists as he perused your living room. Occasionally he would pick something up, then put it down again, finally crouching to examine a bucket filled with water. 

“What are you doing?” 

He peered up at the leak in the roof that was letting rainwater drip through. 

“This needs fixing, or the roof will rot out.”

Pushing off of his knees, he turned to you. 

“How long have you been living alone?” 

You blushed, embarrassed. 

“I dunno, my whole life, I guess. The elven town where I came from didn’t have an orphanage or anything, so when I was old enough, I took off toward the capital. It took a while to get here…but here I am. I thought there would be more…I don’t know…opportunity here.” 

“How has that worked out for you? Living in a house clearly not meant for you and marrying a man on the gallows.” 

You gave him an indignant snuff. 

“At least I’m not a thief!” 

He chuckled, leaning against a bookshelf, rolling a gold coin on his knuckles. Your eyes narrowed on it, and you reached in your pocket to find you’d been relieved of your day’s earnings. 

“Hey! You stole that!” 

He laughed, revealing straight white teeth, and jingled the other coins in his pocket. 

“Don’t worry, I can’t get away with it, right?” 

You sucked in a deep annoyed breath. 

“I have things to do. Make yourself useful and chop some wood. It’s going to be cold when the sun sets.” 

“Whatever you say, spouse,” he replied, giving you a sarcastic salute as you dropped your basket and hurried to the kitchen to get started on dinner. 

What had you been thinking marrying a criminal? You paused for a moment, eyes growing misty. You didn’t really think he still had your necklace, did you? You let out a sigh just short of a sob. Were you really that lonely? Maybe it hurt that he’d been so kind to you, just to trick you. You should have been happy to see him hanged, yet the lingering magic that followed all elves had whispered that you ought to save him. 

But why? You weren’t in any position to support a husband. Though you’d instructed yourself on the knowledge of various potions and charms, you weren’t the only one. The city was teaming with Academy-bred alchemists who far surpassed your skill. They had access to rare ingredients and an army of assistants. You had to scrape out a living selling your wares far cheaper than the competition even to get noticed at the market. Hustling day to day, you certainly didn’t have the time or money to pretty yourself up to find a partner. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you grumbled, returning to chopping tubers for soup. 

A thick THWACK, drew your eyes out the kitchen window to Saber splitting logs across the lawn. He’d divested himself of his ratty shirt, and every thick muscle was on display as he lifted the ax over his head and dropped it down again. The logs felt apart like they were nothing more than twigs under his might. 

Your eye focused on the dark, wet slashes across his shoulder blades where his jailors had beaten him. He must have felt your eyes on him because he glanced up and waved. Blushing, you hurriedly pulled the curtains, returning to your task. 

Unable to get his injuries out of your mind, you felt bad for making him chop wood while he was hurt. When you’d plopped the tubers into your cooking pot, you gathered up some healing and numbing salves, making your way out the door. 

“Need something?” he asked, looking up from his task. 

“Sit down,” you barked. 

A thick eyebrow rose, and he tipped his head. 

“Why? Planning on lobbing my head off?” 

You wrinkled your nose at him. 

“No, of course not! You’re massive. How would I even go about burying your body? I can’t have a rotting corpse stinking up the place. Just sit!” 

He leaned his axe against the stump he was using to brace the wood and sat down on it. You dug in your basket, pulling out some cleanser to clean the wounds. Beside the big ugly gashes, Saber’s skin was a smooth, pretty green, the planes of his muscles sharp and defined. The first brush of your hand on his back made him jump. 

“S-sorry,” you muttered.

“‘Ts fine. Just not used to people touching me. Go on.” 

You spread the thick gel you used carefully over each angry line. 

“What do you mean? You’ve never had a partner before me?” 

He paused for a moment before he jerked his head. 

“I had a girlfriend once, but she left me.” 

“Why?” 

“Some noble offered her his hand and well…I couldn’t compete.”

He sighed. 

“She was happy to keep me on as her side piece, but I’ve got too much of an ego to be someone’s toy.” 

Your eyebrows jumped at his candor, but you just hummed, plastering clean wraps to his skin so the wounds could heal. His skin was warm under your fingers, making the tips tingle. When you were done, you found yourself tipping forward on your toes to peck the back of his neck. When you’d realized what you’d done, your ears burned, and you coughed loudly. 

“Sorry, ah…sorry,” you muttered, unsure what to say. “You’re…ah…going to have to sleep on your stomach, so you don’t make these worse.” 

He swiveled around to look at you, smiling. 

“Thanks, doc!”

“I’m not a doctor.” 

He shrugged. 

“What’s the difference?” 

“Ten years of special-”

You shook your head, realizing he was teasing you.

“I think that’s enough wood for tonight. Come inside. Dinner’s almost ready.” 

He grinned at you, his stomach grumbling, as he scooped up some of the wood he’d cut and tucked it under one arm. You wondered how much they let him eat in prison, worried he was starving. 

“What’d my sweet little spouse cook for me?” he asked. 

“Just some sweet potato soup. It’s not gourmet.” 

He frowned. 

“No meat?” 

You blinked at him. 

“You have all the money I made today in your pocket. How can I afford meat with those few coins?” 

He nodded, appearing to be thinking through the problem thoroughly. 

When you returned inside, you dipped the two of you bowls of soup, filling his twice as much as yours. You assured yourself it was because he couldn’t work without proper nutrition, not because you liked him. 

“So how far does this magic thingie let me go?” he asked as you sat down at the table. 

“Why, trying to run off?” 

He smirked. 

“No, why would I want to run away from you?” 

He chewed on a big spoonful of sweet potatoes before he continued. 

“I’ve got a cute little spouse who makes me dinner and kisses my cuts.” 

Your cheeks blew up in flames, and you choked on a mouthful of soup. You tried to retain your composure by quickly wiping your mouth with a napkin. 

“A couple of miles in any direction.” 

“Wow, didn’t think you’d give me such a long leash.” 

You shrugged. 

“I can’t be right at your side every minute.” 

He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. 

“You don’t want me by your side every minute of the day?” 

Unsure if he was joking or not, you jerked your spoon at his soup. 

“Let’s…stop talking for a while. Eat up. You’ll need your strength.” 

While the two of you ate quietly, you did your best to keep your eyes on your bowl. Every time you happened to glance up, he was watching you with an odd smile on his face. Almost like satisfaction. 

You were relieved when you finally finished and could turn your back on him to rinse the dishes. 

“You can take the bed if you want,” you called over your shoulder as you stood on your tip toes to return the bowls to the cabinet. As your arm stretched, Saber appeared behind you, plucking the dishes out of your hand and easily placing them where they were supposed to go. 

“Where are you going to sleep?” he asked, extending a hand to help you off of the little ladder you were perched on. 

“There’s a couch in the living room.” 

He wrinkled his nose. 

“It’s covered in stuff.” 

You shrugged, trying to hurry past him. 

“I’ll clean it up.”

You found your feet swinging in the air as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” 

“My spouse is not sleeping on the sofa. I never thought I’d have a spouse, so I’ve got to take proper care of you.” 

He patted your butt for emphasis. 

“Are you crazy?” you snapped, only not banging on his back with your fists because he was injured. “We can’t sleep together! We just met!” 

Your body bounced on his shoulder as he chuckled. 

“You weren’t concerned with that when you insisted on marrying me!” 

“They were going to kill you!” 

He flopped you down on your bed, caging you in with his big arms. His head dipped to drag the tip of his nose along the length of your neck. 

“So you do like me!” he whispered into your skin. 

“I do not,” you huffed, pushing his chest.

Though your muscles did nothing to move him, he rose so you could scoot out across the bed. You quickly scrambled into the bathroom to change into your pajamas. 

When you came back out, Saber was slipping off his pants. 

“What are you doing now?” You gasped, cheeks heating at the sight of the thick shaft hanging between his legs.  

He glanced up, a slight smirk on his face as he folded his clothes. 

“I can't sleep in these prison clothes. I'll get the sheets all dirty!” 

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. He was right. He was filthy from sleeping on dirty straw in prison. 

“Come on,” you said, flicking two fingers at him. “You need a bath. You’re probably covered in fleas! 

Fortunately, your house came equipped with one large enough to fit Saber’s big body. With a flick of your fingers, the tub was filled, and with a few whispers of a spell, the water was hot. 

“Get in,” you said. 

Making himself comfortable, he looked back at you over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. 

“You tryin’ to watch? Naughty little elf!” 

You let out a long sigh. 

“No, I’m just going to ensure you don’t get your bandages wet, or it will all have been a waste. Supplies are expensive,” you huffed, picking up the sponge. “Now, sit still!”

Saber smirked but let you lift each of his arms as you scrubbed him. 

“So how did your old girlfriend take it when you decided you wouldn’t be your affair partner?”

He glanced at you, eyes ever thoughtful. His long look brought heat to your cheeks. 

“Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.” 

He shrugged, his jaw tightening. 

“She was rather smug. She spent her whole life wishing to elevate herself.” 

A long sigh slipped past his lips. 

“I could never make her happy. I lied, cheated, stole; whatever I could do…but she looked down her nose at all of it.”

Your mouth fell open. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. You don’t have to…”

He waved a thick hand, his warm palm gently landing on your head and lightly ruffling your hair. 

“Think nothing of it. It’s kind of nice to get it off my chest.” 

“So that’s why you're a crook? To make her happy?”

He smirked. 

“I was a crook. Now I’m a married man. I can’t get into trouble. I have a spouse who relies on me.” 

He pinched your chin. 

“Prison was difficult enough without knowing I was missing out on such a cute little face. Now, it would crush me.” 

Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you jerked your head away, grabbing the nearest towel and tossing it to him. 

“Careful, don’t jostle your bandages,” you wheezed before making your escape. “Whoever lived here before left some clothes in the chest by the door. They ought to fit.” 

You were so busy slowing your beating heart that you blew out the lantern and slid into your bed without thinking Saber would soon follow. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to feign sleep, when you heard his heavy footsteps approach. He paused for a moment, doing Goddess knows what, before he carefully laid down next to you. 

The mattress dipped under his weight, and your body slid into his. You heard him draw in a sharp breath as your warm forms pressed together. 

“Mind your wounds. Make sure you sleep on your side,” you whispered into the darkness. 

You felt him adjust slightly, and then a heavy arm draped over your waist. Despite yourself, it was warm and the weight felt nice. Comforting. Now that he’d used your soap, he smelled like home. His breath brushed the hairs on your neck and another arm slid underneath you to use as a pillow. You would have pulled away, but you’d never slept so close to someone before. 

Living on the street for most of your life, left you with scars. You didn’t realize how deep they’d cut you until Saber’s large body curled around yours. You felt safe. 

When you woke the next morning, the bed next to you was empty. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, wondering where he’d gone. Had it all been a dream? 

The pile of dirty prison clothes folded and placed on top of a chest proved that it had not. 

Breathing slowly, in the meditation you’d taught yourself, you stretched your awareness out, reaching for the blue thread. Saber was half a mile from you. You wondered what he could possibly be doing. 

“Orc things, probably,” you muttered, making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

It wasn’t like he could run off; there was nothing in that direction but trees. Through the window, you could see the sun up over the tree line, telling you that you’d slept much later than usual. 

Usually, you’d have left at sunrise to sell your wares in the Capital market, but it was far too late now. Instead, you grabbed an apple from the kitchen and started fussing with your alchemy materials. Now that Saber was living with you, you were sure you needed to straighten up so he didn’t break something. 

Walking across the room, you automatically skipped around the bucket on the floor; only the bucket was gone. You frowned, but looking at the ceiling, someone had replaced one of the boards with a fresh one. Had Saber done that while you were sleeping? 

You huffed, returning to straightening your books. At least he’s putting himself to work. 

You were trying to remember the order in which a pair of books written in ancient elven were arranged alphabetically when the bell above your door jingled. 

Since your home was hidden with magic, the bell told you someone was nearby. It was a charm you rarely used. No one had any reason to look for you. The most it had rung was when you ordered a special cauldron or tomb and happened to have the cash to have it delivered. 

Curious if a traveler was lost, you put your books down and wandered outside. 

“Morning, spouse!” 

Saber’s voice made you jump when he appeared hauling a deer on his shoulders. 

“What’s that?” 

He shrugged the creature off of his shoulders. 

“Meat!” he announced proudly. 

You nodded at him, your eyes catching on his bare chest, glazed with a sheen of sweat. 

“Where are you off to?” he asked. 

“Someone is here,” you murmured, forcing your gaze from the sharp planes of his muscles to continue down the path. 

A shadow draped over you, and you glanced up to see him looming. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m going with you. It could be someone dangerous.” 

You shook your head but continued on your way with him in tow. 

“Helloooo? Helllloooo?” 

A female voice was screaming through the trees. When you rounded the bend, your eyes landed on an expensive carriage and a beautiful fairy shouting at the top of her lungs.  Her pink hair fell in glittering curls around her shoulders, and matching wings emerged from her back.

“Damn it! Saber! Where the fuck are you?” 

“Can I help you?” you asked as you stepped through your magic barrier. 

Her eyes narrowed, but not on you. She looked directly behind you. 

“Saber! There you are!” 

She grinned, fluttering her winds and flying past you. Irritation immediately pricked your heart as the woman threw her arms around him. Turning around, you found him looking at her with wide eyes. 

“Melody…what are you doing here? How did you find me?” 

“I’m here to see you, of course. I heard you were going to be hung, but an elf saved you! I asked around the market and was told you’d been taken here. I was so worried!” 

When she cupped his chin with her delicate hand, you crossed your arms, eyes narrowing. 

“Not someone. Me.” you interjected. 

You marched towards Saber and grabbed him by the arm. 

“Saber is my husband. Who are you?” 

She wrinkled her nose at you, ignoring your question. Her hand slid down Saber’s chest despite you. 

“Is there someplace we can talk? Privately?” 

Saber’s shocked face tightened. 

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate ask in front of my spouse, Melody.” 

She scoffed. 

“You’ve been married…what? 8 hours? Saber, I think I more than deserve a little of your time. Especially as the mother of your child.” 

Your jaw dropped, and your hand pulled away from Saber. It was true, you’d only known him for a few hours, but a child was something he ought to have mentioned. 

His brow drew, looking between you and her. 

“What child?” 

She huffed, frowning at you. 

“Fine…If you must do this, this way.” 

She turned to the carriage and yelled. 

“Nora, bring the baby!” 

A maid climbed out of the carriage holding a small whimpering bundle. You gasped as the woman presented Saber with a little green newborn. 

Saber’s eyes popped, his mouth opening and closing as the maid pressed the child into his hands. 

“This…he…is mine?” 

Melody nodded. 

“Yes, and it’s time for you to take responsibility.” 

He glanced up at her. 

“You want to get back together?” 

She let out a cruel but trilling laugh. 

“Oh heavens no. I need you to take him. Dante hasn’t seen him yet. He thinks I’ve delivered his child. I had the maids tell him I was recovering for the past month so I could sneak him out. If he finds out I’ve been carrying your baby this whole time, he’ll throw me out on the street!” 

Anger roiled under your skin. 

“So what baby are you going to present to him?” you demanded. 

She snorted as if that were a foolish question. 

“I’ll get a baby from the slums. Plenty of mothers would happily give their child the life of a Lord’s son without question.”

She fluttered her iridescent wings. 

“It only need be a fairy child.” 

You could see the pain and confusion settle on Saber’s face. Stepping between the two of them, you gently pried the bundle out of Saber’s hands, looking at his cute little button nose and glossy baby curls. 

“Of course, we will take him, but on one condition.” 

She glanced at you. 

“What do you want? Money?”

You let out a tight chuff. 

“No. We never want to see you again. If he is our baby, he is ours. Don’t think you can change your mind and come running back here looking for him or Saber. The second you step foot in your carriage, this child and my husband are dead to you.” 

Her eyes jerked to Saber. 

“Saber. You can’t mean that. Of course, I want to see you…Dante, however, can’t know. You understand, don't you? This is everything we've dreamed about! You ought to support me!"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I grew up in the gutter, too," you hissed. "But I'd never treat someone the way you have treated my husband. He is too good for you and I won't tolerate you buzzing around us like a nasty fly."

She glared at you.

"He's my child! You're just jealous Saber and I have history!"

Saber's jaw locked, and he put his arm around you, giving her a disgusted grimace. 

“Have you named him?” he asked. 

She looked contrite but lifted her chin. 

“I…ah…it didn’t occur to me...” 

He nodded and glanced down at you, holding his child. 

“Then…I agree with (Y/N). You’ll never know his name. You’ll never see him grow. You’ll never return to ruin our peace.” 

“But Saber-” 

“Don’t say my husband’s name, either.” you snapped. “You thought you’d come here and drop all of your responsibilities in his lap and then keep stringing him along as a toy? It’s not going to work like that. You have your family, and we have ours.” 

You jerked your chin at her. 

“Make your choice. Either leave the child or be prepared to explain to your husband who he belongs to. Those are the only options.”

Her pretty face contorted into an ugly, wrinkled mask, and she lifted her skirt to turn on her heels. 

“Fine! It’s not like I want the child of a thief anyway!”  

Snapping at her maid, she hovered back to her carriage, and they disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust. You smiled down at the little baby, who’d managed to sleep through the drama. 

“Saber, I know I shouldn’t have spoken for you…I just- He deserves better than to grow up with the knowledge his mother believes him to be less than. Can you imagine him living as her secret? Sneaking around to hide him? If she passed him in the street, she’d ignore him to preserve her status. He’d be heartbroken. I won’t let that happen. I hope I didn’t overstep, but I’m not sorry for it.” 

He dropped to his knees, eyes wet, and pushed his head into your shoulder. His big arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tight.

“You said just the right thing,” he murmured, then turned his head to look at his son. “What should we name him?” 

You smiled at him. 

“Let’s talk it over over lunch.” 

The two of you walked back down the path together, both having a hard time keeping your gaze off the baby. He wriggled in his sleep, making you both see hearts.

“Maybe we should move,” you murmured. “Just to be sure…and to give him a fresh start.” 

He looked down at you. 

“You won’t miss this place?” 

You sighed. 

“No…this is just a house. We have a family now. He should grow up in a happy little town, not the capital…we’ll have to save for a few months, but I think we can do it.” 

“We don’t have to save. I have plenty of money.” 

You froze in your tracks, looking up at him.

“What? I thought you said you were broke?” 

He smiled down at you. 

“I meant I didn't have any coin on me. I didn’t just piss all of my ill-gotten gains away. I hid them. Follow me.” 

He tugged the two of you into the forest, walking quite a ways until you reached an oddly placed rock. Saber crouched down and uprooted a bush with a stiff jerk. Then he cleared the soil away, revealing a wooden chest. He turned the little dial a few ways until it clicked, and the chest opened with a creak. Your eyes widened at the hundreds of gold coins piled inside. He casually tugged the gold he’d lifted from you out of his pocket and tossed it inside with a metallic clink. 

“I think we can buy a nice place with this.” 

You were still completely confused. He rummaged around in the coins, producing the gold necklace he’d stolen. Standing, he fastened it around your neck with the nimble fingers of a thief.

“I thought you lost it gambling?” 

He shrugged. 

“I lied.” 

“Why did you keep it?” 

He gave you a long look.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. Something told me not to sell it.” 

“But…what about the rest? I thought you gave it all to Melody?” 

“I tried to…we grew up in the capital, in the same slums she wants to buy a baby from. It wasn’t ever about what I could provide her. She wanted to erase her past. She wanted a title…to be a lady, to be able to lift her nose at the very people she grew up with.

I started saving after she failed at her first attempt at seducing some highborn. At the time, I had this romantic dream that I could surprise her with a big house, start a business, and be the Lord she wanted so badly…but… as time passed, I realized I was already tainted in her eyes. She wanted the right blood attached to her money. It took me too long to be ready to pull away. Dante was the nail in the coffin, so to speak.” 

He tugged the chest from the ground, hauling it onto his shoulder before leading you back through the forest.  

“Even though I knew I wasn’t enough…I foolishly still loved her. I was a mess when he proposed. That’s why I got caught. I went on a bender that lasted most of a year…Fortunately, I never touched this. Maybe I held out hope since Melody still entertained my attention…but I got sloppy and ended up in jail.” 

His gaze dropped to the baby. 

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't have ever known about him. Anything could have happened to him if you hadn’t-”

He choked a bit, a couple of tears slipping down his cheek. You didn’t push him to finish his sentence. You knew what he was trying to say. 

“What about Arel?” you asked. 

“Arel? That sounds like an Elvin name.” 

You smiled at the little baby’s chubby cheeks. 

“It is…it means ‘treasure’.” 

He stopped, bending down to examine his son more closely. The baby’s eyes opened, and you saw that they were the same pretty chartreuse as his father’s. The two of them looked at one another in awe. 

“I like Arel,” he said, brushing a thick finger over his cheek. 

Arel’s big eyes grew wet, and he started to croon. 

Shock and worry bloomed on Saber’s face. 

“Is he okay?” 

“I think he’s hungry. I have some goat milk at home.” 

Saber straightened, and you had to almost jog to keep up with him, the two of you hurrying home to start your life as a family.

#orc fluff #orc husband #x reader #orc x reader #elf #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster x reader #sweet asks #monster fluff #fantasy fluff #fantasy romance #fantasy #x gn reder #orc x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #fluff #elf fluff #orc fic #orc romance #my ocs <3 #monster lover #my ocs #my oc character #original character #sfw monster fluff #sfw romance #sfw fluff

[monsterfuckingthoughts]

Orc Husband x Human Reader

Synopsis: Your husband is attentive to the needs of the mother of his child (aka you)

“Kilian,” you moaned.

Your husband rubbed his tusks against your shoulder, his breathing labored behind you as his cock hardened against your rear.

The two of you had spent the day confined to your bed. 

You were seven months pregnant with your first child and instructed by the physician of the stronghold to stay off your feet. This led to your increased boredom, causing you to send for your husband to entertain you. 

Kilian was more than happy to shed his clothes and join you, ridding you of your nightgown and eagerly taking in the beautiful body of the woman carrying his child. 

He cupped your swollen breast in his hand, allowing the leaking milk to coat his palm.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, aware of what was happening only to be quietly shushed. 

“It’s natural my love. Let me clean you.”

You nodded and he gently pushed you on your back. 

You bit your lip as your husband leaned over you, lowering his head to your chest and using his tongue to rid you of the spilled milk. He ran his tongue over your nipple, stimulating the hardened bud until you mewled.

“Does it feel good?” he checked.

“Yes,” you gasped.

So he proceeded to do the same to your other nipple until you were crying out for him to fill you.

And so he did, making sure not to harm you in the process. He thrusted into you until the two of you were covered in sweat, fucking you through your orgasm, per your request. 

“Kilian,” you whispered. “That was wonderful.” 

You were glowing, and he found himself falling in love with you all over again, wanting to protect you and your unborn child from all the bad things in this world. He wished these private moments could stretch for eternity. But he knew that wasn’t possible, so he pulled you towards him and held you close.

He couldn’t wait to build a family with you. 

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The End. 

#orc x reader #orc smut #monsterfucking nsft #pregnancy #orc husband

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Orc boyfriend head canons

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of war, mentions of hunting, brief mention of blood.

Minors Don't Interact!

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Big scary orc boyfriend whose taken down dire wolves with his bare hands terrified by a little mouse. His tiny human lover has to catch the mouse and put it outside while he freaks out.

He'll give you all the kisses in the world after that praising you for being so brave.

May or may not give thanks by burying his face between your legs for a few hours.

He likes bring you back his trophys of war and hunting, he knows he doesn't have anything to prove but he still likes showing off to you.

Loves rubbing his tusks against you while cuddling in bed. Heart eyes and smitten if you kiss his tusks.

Would die on the spot if he saw you wearing only pelts from animals he killed. Run back to that bed or else your getting railed on the closest surface he can find.

Is ok with doing you in front of all his friends but if your not comfortable with it he won't push the topic at all. He respects your choices

Will try to take you hunting though, mostly so he can show off but it's also a bonding experience for him.

Likes picking you up and puting you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes with his hand on your ass. He'll walk around your home and even outside if you let him.

He thinks putting a bear pelt down in front of the fire place with a couple of bottles of mead is the most romantic thing in the world and will pull this move any time he feels romantical or if you need a night of pampering.

He also thinks battling side to side covered in your enemy's blood is just as romantic.

Lord this man is bad at reading, he's more a himbo type. Sit on his lap and read out loud to him he will absolutely love it. His arms will wrap around you holding you close as you read to him. Better yet let him use your lap as a pillow while you read to him.

If you have hair long enough please let him brush and braid it he loves it. Do the same to him he finds it intimate and rather romantic.

Oh boy oh boy ask him about his scars and his tattoos, he'll spend hours telling you about them in great details.

In his mind your alredy married but if you explain to him you want a wedding he will be more than happy to listen to how you would want it and try to get as close to that as possible. He's going to go all out for the wedding sex too.

He has a tattoo in honor of you. May have more than one.

Would be so happy if you got a tattoo that had to do with him but wouldn't be disappointed if you didn't.

If you have any pets he treats them like their your children.

Will bread you in hopes of having your kids even if it's impossible for number of reason's. Still fun to pretend.

#monster fucker #orc boyfriend #gay orc #orc #orc x reader #orc x human #orc x male reader #orc x female reader #orc x nonbinary reader #orc lover #orc smut #orc slice of life #monster #orc fucker #should i give into my urge to write about big strong monster men and create the fanic i so strongly crave? #pretty orc man #orc man #orc husband #orc daddy #orc writing #orc romance #i just want to kiss a big strong orc man who will gently hold me in his big hairy arms

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Peace Offering

Yandere Male Orc x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Dub-con/Non-con, smut, cock warming, orc, general yandere behavior, escape attempt, all a big misunderstanding) Word Count: 3.4k (I think I dropped the ball a bit on the smut scene, if it seems a bit disjointed that is because I wrote the last 1/3 of the fic over the course of 3-5 nights and I apologize, I still think it is good enough to post and the rest of the story makes up for it in my opinion, I hope you all enjoy.)  For as long as you could remember the people of your medium sized town had been caught in a fierce and bloody feud with the woodland orcs that had come from the mountains and settled the forest across the river from your home.  The bad blood between your peoples had gone on for so long that no one even remembered what had originally sparked the conflict.  Almost all of your fellow townsfolk were content with their bloodlust and thirst for revenge, but not you. You had always been interested in other cultures and the orcs were no exception, you knew if you could meet with their leader you could broker a truce!  Whenever you spoke out your wishes for peace and diplomacy most of your fellow townspeople just rolled their eyes at you, thinking you were hopeless. Orcs, to them, were ruthless barbarians that had to be put down.  But you were not to be deterred! You would do your best to put an end to the attacks on one another and you’d learn about their culture in the process!  You studied every piece of information available to you on orc customs and culture, it was mostly stuff you had already known, but it still gave you more confidence in your self appointed task.  You spent weeks making the preparations for your diplomatic trek into orc territory. Everything had to be absolutely perfect. You painstakingly made the proper robe. Not only did the style need to be specific but the color had to be lavender, which was the color for cooperation according to your research.  Finally the day came when you were ready, you set off in your attire, gaining many odd looks as you left the safety of your town.  You crossed the bridge that lead from one side of the river to the other. Soon you came to the edge of the sprawling forest that the orcs called home. Despite your resolve you were still extremely nervous. Not just about meeting the orcs, but also of wild animals, and you did not even have a weapon on you as if the orcs caught you with one they might assume that you had malicious intent.  With a deep breath to center yourself you entered the orc’s land. You called out loudly and clearly the orc term for peace, they spoke very little of your language and you had to make sure they knew your trespassing into their home was because you were on a mission of peace.  You held your hands up in the universal way to show that you had no weapons and were no threat to them. You traveled for several minutes, seeing no signs of any orcs, but they saw you almost immediately upon entering their land.  Nrybul, the orc leader, gasped when he saw you. A soft squishy little human walking right into his forest dawning the ceremonial courtship robes and calling out the orc term for “gift”. Your intent was abundantly clear to him. You were offering yourself, or being offered by your people, as a gift/mate to him for peace.  He was intrigued and decided to watch you warily for a few minutes to determine if this was a new human ploy.  When the orc man had decided that you were probably safe he and the guards he was on patrol with made themselves known to you. You almost fainted from fright as three large orcs, weapons in hand, slammed down from the trees and landed a mere few feet in front of you.  They each had to be 7 feet tall. At least.  One of the orcs approached you. He wore a full set of dark plate armor. Rough and rugged, it had clearly seen many battles. The visor of his helmet was up revealing his red eyes and two large, almost tusk like, bottom teeth. This could only be the infamous orc leader that instilled fear into humans on the battlefield.  You could see why, that armor made his already intimidating size that much scarier. You were shaking and sweating nervously.  The orc said something you could not understand, but it seemed neither angry nor hostile. He took you by the hand and gently pulled you close before picking you up bridal style. You yelped a bit in fear from so suddenly being literally swept off your feet.  Nrybul could see you shake and sweating. Poor thing, humans were softer than orcs, but you were clearly far more fragile than most humans. It must have tired you out so much to make the long track here.  It was no wonder to him that you were offering yourself or being offered as a peace tribute to a strong orc. You were so soft and delicate. Clearly no mere human could keep you safe. You were even shaky and exhausted from just a little walk. He was kind of angry that your fellow humans did not give you an escort, clearly you had a weak constitution. But no matter, you were with him now, and he would gladly take up the task of being your mate.  You had no idea why their leader had decided to pick you up, but he did it very gently. Orcs were known for many things, but their tenderness was notably absent from that list, so you took it as a good sign. If they had been taking you as a prisoner you would probably be marched to their town at sword point so you forced yourself to try and relax in his hold.  Though you were by no means able to speak fluent orc you managed to get across your name to Nrybul on the way to their home and you also managed to discern Nrybul’s name.  Nrybul quite liked your name, as even your very name sounded soft and delicate in comparison to orc names.  He said your name several times over the course of your journey, almost as if he was savoring it or trying to embed it in his brain. You of course took this as a positive sign you must have made a good impression!  At long last you came within view of their town, strong wooden walls were erected all around the perimeter with a small guard tower near the main gate. The other two orcs that had patrolled with their leader left and returned to patrol.  As Nrybul approached with you the guard on duty motioned for the gate to be opened and Nrybul entered. His choice to hold a human in this manner, and your attire, granted you two many quizzical looks, though no one said anything other than a curt nod or awkward greeting to their leader.  Your own personal orc escort noticed you were no longer shaking or sweating so he figured you might like to walk a bit and stretch your legs. Nrybul put you down gently and allowed you to walk beside him.  He took you with him into a well lit mine where a few human prisoners were supervised as they toiled for ore. You did not know their names but you recognized them as people from your town, they had been captured during a mission into orc territory and presumed dead.    While Nrybul had a discussion with the orc guarding the humans you told the prisoners that you were trying to establish peace. They ignored you and laughed, assuming you would soon add to their ranks. They were stunned in silence when they were lead out of the orc settlement and set free.  He released the prisoners! You had done it, this was a sure sign that your attempt at peace was solidified. You took a few steps intending to go with the released prisoners back home but Nrybul grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you back into town before the gate shut with a resounding thud.  Nrybul knew you just wanted to escort your friends back home, but he really could not go with you and he absolutely would not have you going without him. What if you became fatigued again? You should never be without him attending to you if you are going to be outside the walls. And, preferably, that would not be a thing that happened too often.    He really wanted you to get a meal and rest, as tomorrow you would need to officially consummate the union of yourselves and the peace between your people.  You were extremely confused as Nrybul guided you gently into a large building that you could tell by the amazing smell inside was clearly a dining hall of some type. Maybe he wanted to share a meal with you to commemorate an end to hostilities? Or maybe this was more a part of making peace than it was a celebration of it, like a tradition that must be respected to make it official.  Either way, you had no intention of offending him and ruining all of your hard work so you let him lead you into the building and sit you down at a table as he left for a few good minutes. When he returned he had removed his armor, his attire was sleaveless, showing off his large biceps. You could now see his long red hair. He was quite handsome and you blushed and looked down quickly, hoping he had not caught you staring at him.  He set down a plate of food for each of you and then sat himself down a bit uncomfortably close to you.  You did not notice because you were looking away in embarrassment, but Nrybul was smirking as he had certainly caught you checking out his muscles and looks in general. He was very pleased, he was glad his soon to be mate was so impressed with him.  You started eating when you felt his left arm wrap around your waist and pull you a bit closer. You were unsure what this gesture meant to their kind, but it made you a bit nervous. But of course you could not offend him for fear of the consequences so you allowed him to keep you close while you just looked down and focused on continuing your meal of roast boar and vegetables.  Nrybul thought you were just so cute, acting all shy as he pulled you close. It really endeared him to you how you had been so determined to offer yourself to him despite being as feeble as you were. And now you were all shy and blushing. You were such a perfect mate for him.    When you finished your food you had expected to be allowed to leave. There was still enough daylight to make it home in time before dark. But Nrybul had a different idea of where your home was.  Nrybul held your hand and guided you once more. He lead you towards what was clearly his personal house. This was where you thought something may be wrong, from all the reading you had done you knew orcs did not allow strangers into their homes.  Could it have been possible that all of your gestures and behaviors had been indicative of a desire for courtship? He did seem to hold your hand a lot… But orc sex was rough and you were rather small, Nrybul was handsome, but you did not really intend to leave your friends, family, and home.  You noticed that a hunting party was coming back into the town and the gates where wide open. Screw peace, you did not want to upheave your entire life for it!    You slipped out of his loose hold on your hand and bolted across the town and through the gates. You left the trail so you would not be spotted so easily and headed in the direction that would take you home.  You did not spare the second that it would take to look back, but you heard him call out your name in the distance. You ducked low and made your way slowly through the bushes and weeds and crept away, hoping that they would pass you by on the trail and not bother to search off of it. Or at least not until you were gone.  Your heart was pounding, your legs were shaky, and you were sweating profusely both from the effort of getting away and from the anxiety that flooded you. You had not heard anything in a while so you started running as fast as your burning legs could carry you.  It looked like you were actually going to escape, the bridge would be in view soon and from there it would not be a long way to your home.  Suddenly though you were yanked back from behind, you screamed and kicked but Nrybul hardly noticed as he carefully put you over his shoulder and began the walk back to his town. You continued struggling for a minute or two, but soon gave up due to sheer exhaustion and the fact that he was clearly much stronger than you could ever hope to be. He was not even panting from the chase or from holding you.  Nrybul had actually been thrilled you had ran, as it is an old orc tradition that one mate must chase the other and capture them before their union is consummated. Not many still practice it, but it made him more than happy that you were so invested in immersing yourself in his culture. In fact, because of your efforts he was now sure that he absolutely loved you.  In truth though he was worried, you had demonstrated such a frail constitution earlier and were just so small and weak compared to a big orc man such as himself. He had actually been close to you the entire time, but he did not want to catch you too soon and make you feel like you were weak or unworthy of a proper chase. You had put so much effort into respecting his traditions, he did not need to show off and catch you immediately.  Nrybul decided he would wait a bit and when you seemed too tired he would snatch you up and then once he had you he would take you back to his bed for a nice, deep, well deserved fucking.  Soon enough you were already being carried back through the gates and into his town and shortly after you were entering his home. He wasted no time in rushing you to his bedroom and laying you stomach side down on his bed.  You dreaded what would certainly be a very rough and traumatic sexual encounter with a large orc.  That isn’t exactly what happened though. Nrybul had taken note of the fact that you were so delicate and would never risk hurting you. You were his little human mate, it would be dishonorable and cruel to hurt you. He gingerly removed your garments and appreciated your naked form from behind.  He disrobed then traced his strong hands along your sides down to your ass which he then groped.  Nrybul began massaging your ass cheeks. He figured the day had been very eventful for you and he was sure that you were eager to mate with him and make everything official, but he could tell you were very tense.  The orc pulled some special oil, a secret orc recipe, from a drawer and coated his hands before applying some to your shoulders, back, ass, and legs. It smelled strongly of spice with a hint of citrus. He firmly massaged your shoulders and neck first. The massage was very relaxing, but you were still extremely nervous.  He proceeded to massage down your body thoroughly. Leaving no inch of your back, butt, legs, or feet untouched by his loving ministrations. You realized that there must have been something in that oil he used because now you were very relaxed. At least physically. Despite your anxiety and fear your body remained at ease.  Seeing that you were feeling better from the treatment he had provided Nrybul decided it was time to start readying your hole so he could mate with his beloved (Y/N). He applied more of the special oil to your entrance, liberally applying it until you were dripping. He took one of his large thumbs and kneaded it into your hole as carefully as he could until he could slide in a few fingers into you easily.  The oil must have also enhanced sexual sensations because even just his fingers felt amazing inside of you. Nrybul massaged your insides until you were almost ready to come from his fingers alone, but before he did he stopped and lubed his fully erect cock.  Earlier you had your head buried in a pillow but when he stopped using his fingers in you you looked over and saw his dick for the first time. It stood, almost proudly, at a bit over 10 inches. But you were so eager and stretched now from him fingering your hole that you were now a little less nervous and a little more eager to have it inside you.  You would not have to wait long at all. Nrybul climbed on the bed with you so small and vulnerable below him. He lined up his throbbing cock with your entrance and prodded you before exceedingly slowly sliding into you. Despite the prior loosening it taking him fully still hurt a bit. Mercifully he kept the pace slow as he thrust in and out of your depths.  Quickly the small twinge of pain was replaced by waves of pleasure.  You heard Nrybul whispering your name gruffly over and over as he pumped into you. The orc was still going at a snail’s pace, afraid to hurt his tiny human, but it was agonizingly slow for you at this point.  You moved yourself back against his thrusts until he got the message. Seeing how you were handling him so well and how eager you were for his dick he began plunging into you in earnest. He still was far gentler with you than he would be with an orc partner of course, just a bit harder and faster than he had been with you previously. You whined in an exhilarating mix of pain and pleasure as you felt your stomach bulge out a bit from his sheer size penetrating you fully.  Disappointingly he pulled out, but it was only to flip you over on your back so he could see your face as he mated with you. Nrybul drove his cock back fully into you easily and continued at a steady pace, his large nuts smacking you loudly as you were fucked.  He started speeding up a little more as he stroked a strand of your hair out of the way and pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead. Then, as he thrust deeply and filled you thoroughly with copious amounts of warm orc cum, he slammed his lips roughly into yours and kissing you in a manner more in line with how you think orcs typically kiss.  You came hard while he kissed you as his still throbbing cock continued pumping cum into you. Nrybul kept you on his cock as he laid down and repositioned the both of you to be laying down. He laid behind you, holding you closely.  As he started to fall asleep with his stiff cock still firmly inside of you Nrybul could not be more content with the peace offering he had been given. He would have settled the costly feud between your town for much less than what he had received, but he would gladly accept and keep this perfect mate that had been offered to him.  You tried to squirm free from his strong arms and cock, but he did not even notice your resistance, leaving you to pout and accept your place as his cock warmer as he began snoring peacefully behind you.  The former prisoners would tell everyone you had them released and lasting peace would be cemented between your people, and all it took was accidentally giving yourself to a large orc warrior who wanted nothing more than to own you, baby you, keep you safe, and fuck you constantly.     

#yandere teratophilia #yandere monster x reader #yandere orc #Male yandere x gender neutral reader #orc husband #yandere orc x gender neutral reader #male yandere x gn reader #my oc #my oc Nrybul

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐫𝐜 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: also I cannot disclose his name right now because that is apart of the storyline. It's very cute how it's revealed...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛?)

Oh my god, this Orc is 100% affectionate. He loves running up behind you and grabbing you, twirling you around.

He just loves seeing a smile on your face, and that makes him extra affectionate. He just wants to kiss you, especially all over your face, making you blush.

He's also very physical, when on a raid he'll have you by his side, either holding your hand or having you on his shoulder.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡?)

You know how your relationship started - it was through friendship. He had broken the chains that your captors kept on you day and night. And gave you a harsh decision.

Stay here and be found by those who want you enslaved. Or come with him, and live a life of freedom. It took you a moment, but you chose the right decision.

That's how you went from being freed by him, to finding friendship, and then to best friends. He was always checking on you, helping you to acclimatise with everyone.

Blend in, learn their way of life. And he didn't leave it to other people to teach you, no, he taught you himself.

Some may say he was harsh at times, but you always knew he did it for your betterment. Everything he did was to make sure you were growing. Not stuck in a victim mindset.

He even went so far as to challenge one of the assholes who was making fun of you behind your back. He won of course, and no one spoke ill of you again. Because your best friend, your orc, was one of the fiercest of them all.

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒?)

OH OF COURSE HE LIKES TO CUDDLE. You live in the sand dunes, and cuddling makes sleeping a lot more comfortable. Also this Orc male is just so affectionate, any opportunity he gets to kiss you, hold you, keep you close - he takes it.

His favourite way to cuddle is when he's lying fully on his back, and you climb on top of him. He laughs at how you have to catch your balance every once in a while. You'll look up at him with an exasperated look and he laughs; a big belly one. And helps you stay still.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 (𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔?)

Yes he wants to settle down, but not quite yet. He wants to show you everything the world can offer first. Seeing as though you came from being a slave, you didn't know the world and what was in it.

He's very good at cooking, as that was how he contributed to the horde when he was younger. By catching food, by baking bread etc. He still bakes bread for the horde.

And because there isn't ... someone who comes to clean the tents, he learnt to clean up after himself. Yeah, he might take a day to fully clean his boots, or weapons, but he does get it done.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐼𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡?)

He couldn't. He could never say those words to you, instead, he would challenge someone he knew he couldn't win in a fight, and go out that way. He'd rather die than break your heart.

And if he did have to break up with you, it would generally be for a good reason. Probably to save your life. But still, he'd rather die than live without you. You've changed him and he's changed you - in the best way possible. You're a unit. A team. There's never one without the other.

*when challenging someone it's to the death btw

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞(𝐞) (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑?)

Loves commitment, and adores it, it's you who he's waiting on. He wants you to be ready, even though he is 100% ready to marry you. To bind himself to you forever. He isn't one to shy away from it. Doesn't understand why others don't want to have a life partner.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦, 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝑝𝘩𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦?)

Very, very gentle with you emotionally. He's been the one to open your mind and heart to new possibilities. He skyrocketed your confidence, he gave you both a real and hypothetical shoulder to cry on. He let you open up about your trauma - and walked through it with you. Advice? He's great at it.

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐬 (𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑠? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡? 𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒?)

Loves hugs, and loves 'em real good. He loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around him. Your warmth is a reprieve, even if it isn't cold, he loves to feel your warmth. When it comes to the other Orcs, he'll give them a clap on the back or a running jump when they've had a big victory.

But with you, he's kind, warm and gentle with his hugs. Oh, apart from the surprise ones. But he knows you love them.

𝐈 = 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐿-𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑?)

When he proposed to you, that's when he first said, "I love you." Because he knew the first time he said it, he needed to put a ring on your finger.

But he did want to say it a lot earlier than when he proposed. He felt it mere days after knowing you.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡? 𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠?)

He gets quite jealous when he sees someone HE's intimidated by, flirting with you. But when it's someone he sees beneath him, then he doesn't really care.

Unless you're looking at him with those 'help me' eyes, then he becomes incredibly angry and possessive.

He will kill anyone who makes you uncomfortable.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒? 𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑?)

Your first kiss was very gentle. He didn't want to hurt you with his tusks, but because (I know this is logic coming in here ew) your head-to-head ratio is very different, you basically fit in between the tusks. There was a lot of light, soft laughter. A lot of blushing, from the both of you.

He loves when you kiss his eyelids, especially when he's just about to fall asleep

His favourite place to kiss you is on your shoulder, or your wrists where the manacles were. You still have the scars from them.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡����𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛?)

Oh my god, your Orc is amazing around children. He thinks they're brilliant. They're such imaginative little creatures, and they say the most funniest things.

He'd love to have a huge family...but he doesn't know if that's in the cards for you two...

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚?)

He's always awake before you, having gone out hunting for breakfast, or helping to make breakfast when the meat was eaten at dinner. Sometimes he makes eggs, (his specialty is flat bread).

He always gives you kisses good morning - if you're awake to notice them or not.

He brings you breakfast in bed, because he knows how loud everyone is and he doesn't want you to feel overwhelmed at the beginning of the day

Oh, and he's usually humming everywhere he goes...

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚?)

Oh, nights are the best. When the candles have been blown out, and you both get comfy in each other's arms, he asks you which story you want him to tell. He's got an infinite amount. Some true and some not. He can make anything up on the spot, it's quite impressive.

You usually fall asleep to the gentle lull of his voice and the thud, thud, thud of his heartbeat.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 (𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠? 𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦?)

He isn't a closed person to you. He opens up to you, to encourage you to do the same. But with others, he keeps things to himself. Besides his history as a slave himself. He's proud of how far he's come. He doesn't want to overwhelm you with all this information about himself and scare you away.

(Not that it would, you accept everything he is)

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦?)

By you? He's as patient as can be.

By others? He's yelling, he's telling people off, he's telling people to hurry up - and then if you surprise him by standing behind him, then he's instantly quiet.

"Oh, dear, just making sure ... everything is going smoothly..."

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔?)

This is the stupidest question because he remembers every goddamn thing about you. From the smallest details, to your birthday, to your family's names and how they treated you. He always remembers anniversaries. Everything you say to him about yourself is like a little piece in this puzzle he's working on. And he feels so grateful that you open up to him.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝?)

When you officially chose him. Your wedding day - he always thinks of it when you're away from him.

The way you looked, the smile on your rosey cheeks. The way there seemed to be a glow about you, like a god had chosen to illuminate you for the whole day

The feast was mighty, as was the drinking

But the best bits were when you were alone. Not just the sexual bits, but when you both got excited to be married. To be recognised as partners forever.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑?)

10000000000% Protective. You've spoken to him about letting you do independent things while away from home, and he agrees to let you, but he's worrying the whole time.

He just doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. You're his treasure. His most prized possession. You're his love. His soulmate.

Your Orc protects with his body, with his bare hands. He would go down swinging without a weapon to protect you.

He never expects you to protect him - he's five times the size of you, and is very battle savvy.

But you protect him by keeping a level head, by not panicking if he isn't there.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐫𝐲 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠?)

He remembers EVERY ANNIVERSARY DATE, he loves giving you gifts and makes sure that he does an equal amount of chores (and does some of yours as well).

This Orc is CRAZY about you, absolutely head over heels in love with you

The gifts are always over the top as well, but they're always stolen (because of the raiding) but you don't care. You love that your new necklace or ring used to be owned by an asshole. Now they have a proper home with you.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠?)

Farting, and burping really loudly. He has no shame about it. Until you looked at him with a shocked look, but in a surprise twist - you burst out laughing. A true laugh, snorting, grabbing at your stomach. You weren't used to such brazen acts being done with a stone face.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠?)

...Surprisingly Orcs can be quite vain.

Now wait wait; I'm talking, about how their tusks look - some choose to accessorise them.

Some do their hair in special ways (specifically your significant other). Who absolutely adores his hair. He loves how long it is, and how shiny it is. It reminds him ... of his family. Of before they were enslaved.

In terms of comparing himself to other Orcs in the horde, he does realise that he isn't the prettiest, but he damn well is the most ... sexiest looking. Very masculine, and intimidating. And he likes that. He would rather look intimidating than beautiful.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 (𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢?)

HE WOULD DEFINITELY FEEL INCOMPLETE WITHOUT YOU. It would be torture, for him to be without you. To wake up and not have you beside him, to not see you there next to him. To walk the world without having your hand to hold. You're the only person he wants to walk the world with.

This isn't two halves of a whole type of thing, no. You were both whole and completely perfect beings on your own.

This is ... he would rather die, or live the worst life possible if you weren't around. He didn't know how much happiness his life lacked without you. Now that he's experienced it, he can't let you go.

𝐗 = 𝐗𝐭𝐫𝐚 (𝐴 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚.)

He really, really enjoys having his hair played with. Especially pampered; having it shampooed, conditioned, and braided. Like a mini spa day. OH, and he LOVES spa days. He will gather a bunch of oils, special tools and things and take you down to the river. There, you'll both cover yourself in oils and soothing ointments, to lay in the sun with the cool breeze wafting over you.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐮𝐜𝐤 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑒𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟?)

Oh c'mon, he's an Orc, there is nothing physically he would find disgusting. It would be how a person acts and how they treat others - that's what would turn him off or make him feel disgusted.

For example, someone unkind to those smaller than them, or who yell at children and the elderly with malicious intent.

He also hates those who are close-minded. Who are too traditional and conventional, who cannot see past their own opinions to let new ones in.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠?)

Snores.

Snores.

Very loudly snores.

And rolls over in his sleep, practically crushing you. He's much better at it now, the whole not accidentally killing you in your sleep thing, but he still sometimes forgets that there is a human atop him. It should be noted, that his snoring has become a lot more comforting. To you it means: I'm here, you're safe. You told him that during a fight one time and he broke down in tears.

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[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

1,2,7,8 with a warrior orc who is battle-ready and about to set off to war, leaving behind his pregnant human wife

https://itstheendofthegoddamnworld.tumblr.com/post/663839364948918272/monstobermonster-sentence-starters-nsfwsfw - Monster sentence starters

1) I’m worried you won’t come back to me.

2) I’m not afraid.

7) Please don’t leave me.

8) I want to keep you safe here.

“It is set in stone by the Chief. I cannot ignore his call.”

“You can’t possibly think of leaving so soon,” your pleas fell on silent ears, for the burly stoic orc was more stubborn to hear the sound of bloodshed than your words. “You will leave us now? Please, if not for me, but for our child. Please don’t leave me.”

The warrior was a foot taller than you, eyes calm with little to know what he was thinking. His demeanour changed when he held a battle axe in his hand. “It is my destiny to fight. A hundred battles is never the same as seeing you once more.” His touch was gentle, careful as he caressed your cheek.

You leant into his warm touch, his calloused hands were the reminder to you of the love you shared, and of the love you were growing. Your belly had swelled until you could barely see your feet, and you grew sluggish with the days passing, knowing the babe would come one day.

It was not the birth you feared, but of the one you had married for love, not duty. It was no surprise to you when you told him your worries, that you realised what you feared the most.

“I’m worried you won’t come back to me.

Your orc husband had softened at your words when he kissed you, as reassuring as the hand atop your belly.

“I’m not afraid,” he spoke, kissing your forehead. “For the Gods would not be able to keep me away from you, nor our babe. I fear no death, and you shan’t fear for me.”

“But—”

“I want to keep you safe here,” he was kissing your belly with the growing child inside, and your heart leapt from his words. “and I will continue to do so when I return.”

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[devilry-revelry]

Untitled - Male Orc x Female Human (Part 6)

Dropping this section of the lemony bit because this thing is taking me a decade to finish.

Minors do not interact

TW: Light bondage, light pain play, smut

[Part 1] - [Part 5]

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“Are you going to take everything I give you, and say thank you?”

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“You.”

The word acted as the starting pistol at the beginning of a race. In one moment Arzok was at her side, holding her gently in an effort to bring Riley comfort in the midst of her embarrassment; in the next moment Arzok was on his knees and shoving the blankets down towards the end of the bed. The sudden cold of the air had all the potential in the world to be sobering, but it wasn’t given the opportunity. Riley had all of a second to register the chill before Arzok’s hands found her thighs and she was pulled towards him. She welcomed the body heat even as the bedsheet chafed at her back and the oversized shirt she wore rode upward towards her shoulders. 

“Say it again, Riley. Tell me what you want,” Arzok rasped. As he spoke he parted her legs to accommodate the space for his hips. He helped wrap her legs around his waist then gave an intimate press forward. 

A steely erection undulated pointedly against her sex. It dragged out a ragged, “You!” from Riley as she arched her back and sought more friction. 

The almost predatory look in Arzok’s eyes faltered as they fluttered closed. Riley had just a second to wonder if she was being too cocky when she thought him to look nearly blissful. Something in the way his eyes shuttered, the way his lips parted then gave way to an almost loopy grin made her feel almost powerful. A regular ol’ human like her could bring a creature like Arzok to this – but he didn’t let her remain in power for long. 

When Arzok opened his eyes, there was a softness in his gaze that knocked her world off of its axis. Before agreeing to spend the weekend at Arzok’s house, Riley knew that the event would be a turning point in their relationship; for better or worse. The weekend would either be the start of something life-altering, or it would be the beginning of the end. Looking up into Arzok’s eyes as he leaned in for a (searing, toe-curling, silky) kiss, it was hard not to imagine a future with him in it. 

A gentle tug at Riley’s shirt had her sitting up and raising her arms as he pulled the material over her head. She was about to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him back in for another embrace but the material suddenly twisted at her wrists and Riley’s arms became caught up in the fabric. It would seem as though she had been lulled into a false sense of security when soft eyes and even softer kisses. 

Riley’s ballooning expectation for a relaxed first time together popped when she was shoved back against the mattress, Arzok pinning her tangled limbs above her head. The tenderness was gone. Arzok’s smile was playful and wicked. 

“When we are ready to take that step, I’m going to take pleasure in making sure you’re good and ready to take me,” he had said. “And I’ll make damn sure that you enjoy every fucking second of it, baby.”

Riley’s mouth began to water. She gave her wrists a cursory tug and found them to be rather stuck. 

“Arzok–?”

“This okay?”

She was unable to keep the frantic enthusiasm out of her response. She nodded too quick, said “Yep!” just a bit too earnestly. Bondage wasn’t anything she had put too much consideration into trying with previous partners, but she found that she wasn’t at all opposed. Not with him.

She was learning all sorts of things about herself this weekend, it would seem. 

“If you want to stop just say so alright?”

Another far too eager nod. 

“Good. Now let me take a look at you, baby,” he murmured as he loomed above her, but he wasn’t just looking. His head dipped down to her chest and he nipped at one breast, licked and sucked at the other. “Can I mark you up? No where visible. Not unless you ask.”

She liked the sound of that. She liked the idea of looking down at herself and seeing the proof of their time together and feeling it hours afterward.

“Yes, please.”

“Please, huh? Are you going to be a good girl for me, Riley?” As he spoke he dipped his head down over her torso. His long hair fell forward, tickling her flesh. “Are you going to take everything I give you, and say thank you?” Before she answered, his hot mouth covered her left nipple. He drew the flesh into his mouth so roughly Riley cried out. Her pussy ached sympathetically. As he sucked, his tongue worked the puckered nipple, and he didn’t stop until well after the pressure in her breast started to hurt and she whimpered and begged for him to stop. Arzok pulled away, breaking the seal of his mouth from her flesh with an almost cartoonish pop!

Riley whined as the ache in her flesh intensified. She thought the built up pressure had hurt, but the absence of it introduced a whole new level of throbbing hurt. Arzok licked at the flesh lazily, crooning quiet encouragement. And, holy shit, she liked that. The build up of aching hurt, the release and the chase of stinging pain and the eager pulse of her nethers. When he finally pulled away, Riley finally got to see the damage. Her nipple was swollen, and the flesh that had been victim to the insistent sucking was puffy, violent with its redness. There were indentions on either side of her breast from the press of Arzok’s tusks. 

Arzok would indeed leave a mark, and Riley was sure she was going to be feeling it for days. 

A lazy trail of kisses crossed from one breast over to the other. Arzok stalled, mouth hovering over her flesh. 

Dark eyes flickered up to meet hers. He looked like every ounce of a predator toying with his prey as he said, “Your panties are fucking soaked, baby.” 

He was right. Her pussy was aching almost as badly as her breast. There was a painful, pulsing need in her core and she was sure if Arzok so much as looked at the poor thing she would come undone. 

Tusks pressed against the outer swell of her breast as he sucked her flesh into his mouth. He suckled, nibbled, and licked as the hand that wasn’t busy pinning her arms started to roam downward. It tweaked her aching nipple first, then slipped down over the expanse of her torso. Fingertips skirted the outer rim of Riley’s navel, then proceeded downward to slip under the elastic of her panties. 

The heady mixture of pleasure and pain blossoming in her breast was interrupted when a thick finger slipped down between her pleasure-slicked folds. The pressure of Arzok’s fingers slid down, then back up to properly expose Riley’s engorged clit – and then he set to work, tracing tight concentric circles.

Her body’s response was immediate, and eager. 

“Arzok–”  Riley’s sex contracted so tightly she choked. “Arzok I’m–” When the contraction eased it it gave way to bright, resonating pleasure.

Arzok pulled free from her breast, integrating further stinging pain with her pleasure, and pressed his thick finger into her fluttering sex. Riley keened in delight, not anticipating the intrusion but welcoming it all the same. He pumped slowly, letting her feel every inch of his finger before he withdrew. On the next press inward he added a second digit. It was in this manner that he dragged her through the remnants of her orgasm. 

When she was finished, when she had finally come down from her high, Arzok pulled his fingers from her pussy. His smile was downright wolfish as he presented her with the proof of her pleasure. Her essence coated his fingers, obscene in the way that its wetness stretched between his digits when he parted them. 

“What do you say, sweetling?”

“Whoa.”

Arzok snorted his laughter as he said, “Try again.”

“Thank you.”

“Good girl.” 

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[terato-is-life]

The orc next door invites you for a date, but you are too weak of the knees to either deny or agree

#exophilia #monster x human #monster family #male monster x female reader #monster boyfriend #monster lover #female monster x female human #female monster x male human #monster girlfriend #male monster x male human #orc girlfriend #orc boyfriend #orc husband #female orc #orc #male orc x female reader #male orc x male human #male orc x male reader #male orc x female human

[dashreads]

#orc #tbr #orcs #half orcs #orc husband #orc boyfriend #all the orcs #just gonna read a bunch of orc smut

[monsterfuckingthoughts]

Orc Husband x Human Reader

Synopsis: You and your husband relish in the company of one another as old memories wander back to you.

You clawed at the furs on Kilian’s bed in an attempt to stay balanced. You stayed on your hands and knees as he fucked you from behind, with so much urgency you would have thought you were on the brink of death. 

“God,” you moaned. 

Your husband had been away for two weeks, traveling with his war council to facilitate peace talks with neighboring kingdoms in the region. Two weeks without your touch had driven him mad. His dreams were filled with you straddling him, bouncing up and down on his cock, breasts unrestrained, mouth screaming for a release. When he awoke he’d be forced to alleviate himself with the aid of his hand, not nearly as satisfying as sinking into you. 

So when he arrived back to the stronghold he needed you. And you needed him. The two of you hardly waisted a second. Not even fully removing your clothes before fucking. 

“Kilian. I’m coming! I’m coming!” you shrieked.

His grip tighten on your ass. 

“So am I,” he managed to get out. 

He hastily pulled you up and pressed the back of your body to his, taking the opportunity to cup your bare breast with his calloused hand. 

You let out a painfully delightful whimper as you orgasm spread through you. Closing your eyes you allowed yourself to relax as Kilian’s warm seed released inside you. 

~

The two of you completely undressed and laid beneath the furs in one anothers arms. 

“You were amazing,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“Let me accompany you next time my love. I don’t want to be separated from you like that again,” you begged.

“I know my darling. It was hard for me as well. But these missions can be dangerous. I’d never forgive myself if something were to happen to you.”

You kissed his pectoral and nuzzled closer. “I know. But the nights were so lonely without you in our bed.”

You kissed his nipple, taking his piercing between your teeth and giving it the smallest tug. 

“(Name),” he growled. 

You smirked pulling yourself up and settling on top of him. “I remember when you first came into my town. How handsome you were. How kind you were.”

He cupped your faced in his hand. “You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”

“We became friends, but then we became more.”

“I still remember the first time.”

“Under the stars,” you mused. “In the poppy field.”

He smiled, remebering every detail. 

The love in your eyes. The trembling of your legs as you wrapped them against his waist. How you cried out to the heavens, giving thanks for meeting him. 

“You had to marry me,” you teased. “To make an honest woman of me.”

“An honor I happily took.”

“I love you Kilian.”

“I love you two (Name).”

The two of you spent the remainder of the night reminiscing about your lives together. The blessing it was. 

#orc x reader #orc x human #orc smut #orc husband #monsterfucking nsft

[thecandywrites]

The Talisman Chapter 7

Woo, finally, we get to that sweet, sweet smut, and then we dive head first into the feelings, the conflict, the intrique! Join me as I light a match and watch as things get set on fire and there's pain, angst and pining and misunderstandings and false hopes, dashed to a million pieces. Mwahaha.

Chapter 7 

He opened his eyes and huffed to remember he had to return these before he got up and got them and the bottle of wine and went into his own cabin and opened the door to the rest of the ship to see his aunt Naxi there by the door, patiently waiting for him. 

“And?” She asked as she took the dishes from his hand. 

“It’s going to be a long road with her. She’s closed herself off. I feel Velena is still there, putting her own guard around Bon.” He murmured as he handed her the dishes. 

“Well in that case, the harem would like to know when and if they can receive seed from you.” She informed him. 

“Not anytime soon.” He shook his head no. 

“Your father had over two dozen sons by the time he was your age.” She reminded him. 

“I know. But, like I’ve said for the last three years, the talisman keeps me from giving any, just like it forbade my father and grandfather from giving any to any other woman, which was why we had to resort to the ground method for everyone else.” He answered back with irritation still clear in his tone. 

“If you do not give the harem seed, your brothers will surely take the harem over with their seed.” Naxi reminded him. 

“Then let them. Tell my mother to release the harem she has built up for me. I do not want or need it. My Hashimi is right there and I’m happy to have the talisman on her and her alone. The way Worlf and Velena vowed to Uviem so long ago.” He insisted as you listened intently on the other side of your door to the conversation before you silently asked your talisman to show you what Udwar was talking about and referring to. 

Uviem showed you the ceremony and translated the vows for you as Velena vowed that no other seed but Worlf’s would ever grow in her womb, as Worlf agreed that- not only would his seed never be planted in any other womb but hers, or else it should be dumped onto the earth, but also, that he would lay with no other than her, all the days of his life. 

And Uviem kept Worlf to his word. That his cock could not and would not ever be inserted into any other person, and that the very seed itself was practically poisonous, venomous and toxic to anyone touching it unless it touched the ground first. And that the only way he could father other children with anyone else, was that he had to masturbate to thoughts of Velena first, let his bare seed touch the bare ground before that part of the vow was fulfilled and then his many wives could take it and use their own hands to insert it into themselves. Because Worlf’s vow had also vowed that he could not and would not bring any other woman to her pleasure but Velena. 

The realization made you want to throw up in disgust and then, it was as if Velena was right there, watching this sick and twisted “ceremony”. She was saddened, disgusted yet in a way, smug. That even if Worlf broke his vows to her, that Uviem would hold the vow he made to them- true. 

“It gets worse.” Velena offered as she looked up at you pointedly. 

“How could it get worse?” You asked her before she grabbed your hand and pulled you through the tent flap into the large harem house, full of other women, with Udwar’s father doing the same thing for a harem of eager women in a courtyard, all of them practically locked up in a cage with only eunuchs to guard them as all of Udwar’s other brothers encouraged to plant their seed while they could into others, when they were barely sexually mature enough to do so. Udwar really was just a small child. Too young to understand what was happening. As you watched in horrified awe as these grown women, along with his mother try to hold him down so they could rape him. His mother telling him that ‘it was going to feel good’, ‘it was all natural’ and it sickened you to your core and you wanted to kill these women where they were. And it was like the talisman itself warned Ragnar who came in and stopped it, as Udwar had just barely had his pants ripped off of his own legs. Ragnar did kill the women where they were and told Udwar’s mother that if she ever did anything like this again, she would be next and that she was never worthy to be his mother and that she had become no better than an animal. Forbade her from ever touching him or being alone with him without Ragnar being present ever again. And how Udwar- never left his father’s side after that, unless it was to be with his grandmother while his grandfather satisfied the need for seed with his own harem. And how ever since, Udwar was forever scared and scarred in his mind after that. And it was because of that experience, rape of all kinds was outlawed and forbidden. Especially towards children. 

It literally sickened you as you watched as Udwar’s younger brothers, who did feel it was ‘fun’ and enjoyable, jumped head first into sexual maturity and took any who they chose as many more harems of women were added and the harem’s house soon had to be something of a palace for all of the women. 

The viciousness that was in it, was second to none. Not even Udwar’s ruthlessness in battle was any match for these women. And then to watch as Udwar’s mother gathered a harem for him when he was still, just a boy, had you throwing up in the nearest potted plant as if you were in that place with her. And you watched as Udwar was nearly tied down by these women, and nearly raped if it had not been for the talisman itself protecting him, even at such a young age, because it was as if the talisman knew he would be the next wearer. 

But that once he did put it on, his harem nearly tripled in size. As nearly everything in your room were “gifts” from everyone in the harem, eager to be the first to please you, if only to better their own position within the palace. And how, even now, they were practically like vultures, always circling, always looking for even the tiniest drop of seed, just to be the first to offer him sons and daughters. But while the other harems were nearly bursting with children, his was full of nothing but other women of all kinds and his mother, who was wanting to be Dowager Queen Mother and had worked tirelessly to “repair” the broken relationship since that incident. 

And how she practically stripped the best each woman had to give to you to entice you into the palace. And how, you would hopefully return the favor by using your half of the gold to build the harem a palace, practically made of it. Where gold would be in the tiles of the mosaics of the walls, the ceilings, the floors. Even the toilets. Where you would give birth to many sons on beds of golden silk and satin. Where not a speck of dirt ever entered such a place, more magnificent than any temple in the world. And where you would have more servants than you knew what to do with or could even hope to remember their names. 

You shuddered at the thought of such a life being yours. You opened your eyes to see vomit at your feet and quickly cleaned it up before you quickly collected everything that had belonged to the harem, and dividing it up by who gave what. And even gave everything that had been taken since and divided it up as evenly as you could among the other women in the harem, and making sure to put their names with them and put it all in trunks by the door before you practically exhausted yourself and collapsed into bed. 

You awoke in a dream, in that same golden palace as you were decked out in finery and had those same women become your servants as you were sitting to a banquet feast with Udwar’s mother, Katia, who was also decked out in finery and quite enjoying the service and attention. You were sure her crown was probably just as large and heavy as your own, while your head, neck and shoulders ached from it’s weight. 

“You need to eat Daughter, you’ve had 24 lean years, you’re far too skinny.” Katia urged you as you delicately ate little bites of food from your plate, but because no other was eating, you didn’t really have any appetite. 

“If only my sisters in the harem may eat with me, I do not wish to eat, while others watch.” You meekly replied. 

“Very well, leave us the Queen and I wish to eat privately.” Katia ordered the others until it was just you and her. 

“You need to get over it. Eating first gives you dominance. None of them would ever treat you with the same kindness or consideration. Every single one of those whores would leave you to starve if your positions were reversed.” She reminded you sternly. 

“I thought the dragon rider lives on in you. I heard tales from Worlf of how wild she was. But you’re practically tepid as lukewarm water. You are Udwar the Conquering King’s Queen- Siobhan. You should act so. Now eat so you can gain weight and you will bear him sons, since it is only through you that I am to get any grandchildren.” She chastised you before she finished what was on her plate and left you there, in a huge palace of finery and luxury, with a large table, nearly overflowing with fatty delicacies, but all alone before you put the plate down and didn’t bother to take another bite before you got up and could simply wander around your section of the harem, as if lost within it as you were your own thoughts. 

You heard a commotion and feared what it could be now before Udwar came in. 

“Bonbon?” He called out to you before you rushed to him and found the only real comfort in this entire palace, within his embrace as you couldn’t help but cry tears of relief that he was with you once again. 

“Is it over? Did you get it all?” You asked him as you hugged him and never wanted him to leave your side again. 

“I did. And I brought you the best parts, just for you.” He answered as he hugged you back and kissed you tenderly before he showed you down the hallway that connected his palace with yours, since you had heard builders for the last several months working, but did not dare leave your own quarters to see since you knew that Udwar was not there to protect you personally. But he was back, getting the last of the gold from the island, using his talisman to guide him. 

“Behold, a home away from home.” He offered as he showed you a replica of the house that was on the island. But was surrounded by gardens of all the plants that grew there. As even the land had been transported into an indoor tropical paradise, artificially made warm and even a bit humid to suit the plants as you watched as special streams of water flowed around the large room. And while he had his builders do their best to imitate the house exactly and even improve on it’s design, it still paled in comparison with the real thing. You felt even more homesick for it now, than you had ever felt before. 

Tears flooded your vision and Udwar mistook those for tears of joy. 

“I’m happy you like it.” He beamed happily and you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. 

“Any place that your head rests beside mine, is always going to be home My King.” You tried to flatter despite your breaking heart. 

“Well, now that I’m home, we can eat together. I can see that you’ve lost weight again. Did the others chase away your appetite again?” He asked, with concern in his voice. 

“Your mother did.” You answered as you self consciously hugged yourself, to hide the fact that your body was being practically drowned in this gown and jewelry.

Udwar only sighed and groaned. 

“I’ll be right back. Enjoy your new home, My Queen.” He urged as he left and had a talk with his mother about how she was treating you as you could practically hear her gripes and complaints from where you were. About how she was far too heavy to walk on the eggshells that your skin seemed to be as thin as. 

You took off the heavy crown and the jewelry and then slipped the dress off of your shoulders and even the undergarments and looked at the form that your head now called it’s body. Gone were the tattoos. Gone was all your strength, life, and vitality. You were now practically an empty shell, and a husk of yourself. There was no way this body was ever going to survive becoming pregnant, let alone giving birth. You could see your ribs and your spine on your own back, your hip bones jutted out from your pelvis. And while your calluses on your hands were gone, so was the soul in your eyes, because your soul had left you when you had left that island, and when you had hatched Chevron, from the very nest- now turned into a bassinet for your future children here- only for him to fly away and never come back. You crawled into the bed, and pulled up the covers and cried some more when they smelled like the ones back on the real island as you fell into a fitful sleep, remembering the wonderful times you spent on that island with Udwar, when you both had first arrived. 

And while you had wanted to stay, Udwar had too many responsibilities back here. And you loved him too much to be parted from him. So you insisted that wherever he was, you should be too. And that the home itself didn’t matter, only that where you rested your head and where he rested his- was the same place. And you had convinced yourself of that, the whole way back here. And when you got here with the first wave of gold and built this palace, you had begun to tire of everyone thanking you and insisting that you were the last blessing to make this kingdom complete. And everything was perfect and everyone was happy. 

But not for long. And soon the wealth and luxury was expected and demanded and spent as quickly as it came in. 

Soon, Udwar had to go back and get the rest of it, leaving you here in this palace of gold. And you had missed him terribly. And realized that you were in a palace of hundreds of other women, but not a single, true friend among them. And his mother was not good company, she was eager to make you up into her own image but she was a warrior in her own right, who battled bloody battles herself, but instead of weapons of steel and iron, she used ones of intrigue, plots, doubts and suspicions and motives and intentions, shadows and secrets. 

She was used to ruling in her own right and was happy to do so while Udwar was away, ruling in his name and because you did not care for politics, she practically ruled in your name too. Which only led to your own retreat within your own section of the Queen’s Palace. And you withdrew from everyone and everything and had made- for yourself, your own prison of gold. And you felt more alone now than you ever did after your own mother died. And now that Udwar was back, you sensed how he was no longer solely yours. You now had to share him with his own kingdom and empire. Let alone his mother and everyone else. 

But this artificial paradise was a sad imitation of the real thing. And it only made your homesickness worse and made you, sadly, long for the days before you ever met Udwar, and before you ever let him conquer the one thing you never should have let him conquer- you. 

Oh if only you could go back and convince yourself that you should have been strong enough to stand up for what you really needed. A real home, in the place you knew in your bones should have always been your home all along. 

You awoke from that nightmare and this time, you were back in the real home on the real island as you breathed a sigh of relief to be back. 

But the only thing with you in the bed, was Chevron, who was sprawled out on the bed, leaving you with only a sliver of the bed itself before you slipped from the bed and used the house’s artificial sun lights to lighten the house and move about in it. As you reached up and felt that your talisman was gone. You gasped and felt practically naked without it. 

“Udwar?” You called out but he didn’t answer as you searched the house and then left the house, calling for him some more before you ran from the house, to the other tower, only to find it was empty. Not a speck of gold was left behind. The tower itself was hollow and you could see clear up through the center of it to the stars beyond it as you soon could see in your mind’s eye, the last time you saw Udwar. It was when you both returned to the island, he had gotten his gold first, and then, because you had kept yourself withdrawn from him, he had honored the promise and the vow, of taking the gold but leaving you, alone there, to take ownership of the island as your home. 

The two of you went to the temple and returned the talismans, to free both of you from them. And then he had boarded the last ship with the last load of gold and offered for you to come with him as his queen, and you had politely refused. And instead, were insistent that you were happy and content and satisfied with your choice to stay here, but urged him to return to his own home and his own family. And simply watched as he sailed away, and had yet to return. 

And every time there was a storm and shipwrecks, you had kept the treasure with you, you built treasure chests and filled them, as if waiting for him to come back to claim it. But without the talisman, he really couldn’t get back, even if he wanted to. And you didn’t know when the last time you were with him was- but it felt excruciatingly long. 

When Chevron awoke, you saddled him up and used the same map that Udwar had made but left with you, with the invitation to come to him, should you ever miss him. You loaded up as much treasure as you could, and flew there, only to see Udwar, there with his harem, each woman now bearing a child. As it seemed he had finally fucked his way through them all, as he had too many children to try to hold them all. He had moved on, and while he was happy to have children of his own, you could also see that no matter how many women he had in his harem, each one looking more like you than the last, that he liked them, but did not love any of them. 

 You could do little but simply unload the treasure onto his own balcony, as he seemed to suddenly appear. 

“Bonbon? Is that you?” He asked breathlessly as he recognized your shape from where he stood. 

“Your Majesty.” You greeted as formally and respectfully as you could. 

“Oh, don’t you dare.” He tried to laugh off while he approached you, but looked at you as if you were a fevered dream like fantasy brought to life. 

“There were more shipwrecks. That had more gold. I know since you don’t have the talisman, that you can’t come and get it. But I came to drop it off, just in case you spent everything already.” You tried to excuse as you gestured to it. 

“You didn’t have to. There was so much there, that there is no way, if I had a hundred lifetimes, I would ever get to spend it all.” He excused. 

“So, was it just the gold, that you came to deliver or…?” He asked as he approached you, almost hesitantly, as if he moved too much, too fast, you’d disappear like a mirage, but even without the talismans, the two of you were still drawn together. As if the universe itself decided you were star crossed lovers. 

“Would you believe me if I said I missed you?” You posed. 

“Yes, because I’ve missed you like crazy.” He readily confessed. 

“Like what?” You asked. 

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your company, and your peace that I always seem to feel in your presence. And I’ve missed that damn talisman, and the tattoos and the feeling of knowing where you were, how you were doing, what you were feeling. And to a degree- what you were thinking, even when you didn’t need to say anything at all. I’ve missed being on that ship, sailing the seas with you, and finding that wonderful tropical paradise with you. And I’ve missed swimming in the pools with you. And going to Uviem’s temple. And I’ve missed having you, as the closest being in the world to me, right there beside me, to explore and enjoy practically the whole world with you.” He readily confessed, because if he didn’t say how he was feeling now, he was never going to forgive himself. 

“That’s funny, because I’ve missed the same things about you, much more than I’d like to admit. But I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed planning and working with you. I’ve tried to put mosaics up that grotto, but my artistic talent is incredibly lacking without your creative imagination- sparking my own inspiration.” You admitted as you approached him in turn before you were standing toe to toe and simply looking in each other’s eyes, able to see the beautiful soul beyond them. 

“The flowers are blooming again on the island. The air smells better than any perfume in the world. There is game enough to hunt in the jungle, more fruit than I could ever eat, hanging in the trees, ripe and ready to eat. The mouras stop by to get all the silver, leaving the gold untouched. They come to rest, and eat my surplus and even trade with me but are gone just as quickly as they come. Which, you know the mouras.” You excused. 

“So none of them stay? Even as lovely and sweet as you are?” He asked, as you could see the faintest of jealousy start to take possession of him. 

“Not for any longer than a meal, and a nap. Which, I’m happy and content with. Besides, there’s no room for anyone but Chevron and me in that house. He hogs most of the bed anyway. There’s never any more room in it for me to share it with anyone else.” You revealed as he seemed to breathe a small, silent breath of relief. 

“I see that your family has grown since we saw each other last. You now have more children than you do fingers and toes, have you run out of names for them all?” You asked as you nodded back in towards the palace. 

“Oh, no, my uh, my concubines seem to find all kinds of names for them.” He answered, a bit guiltily as his cheeks flushed darker in the bright moonlight. 

“What about your wives?” You asked. 

“I have yet to marry any of them, so I don’t have any wives, let alone- a wife, and actually my mother…” He began to groan in irritation. 

“Is she on your ass to pick a concubine to marry so that you have a full and legal wife, so that you can have a queen?” You guessed. 

“Yes, exactly.” He confirmed. 

“But you feel like, even if you did have a queen, what would be the point? Your mother’s been ruling in your name since you took on the talisman, and left to find me. And even if you were to marry any of those women, she would never really, truly rule beside you, because she would always be overshadowed and out trumped by your mother anyway.” You surmised. 

“Yes, precisely. But I doubt you would ever let her do such a thing to you right?” He asked. 

“I guess we’ll never know. Because I still don’t want to be your queen of your kingdom Udwar. I never did, you know that. You saw the vision that talisman gave us both, how miserable I would be. And besides, I’m a daughter of Neveah now. I can’t leave or abandon my home. But you are a King of your Kingdom. You can’t abandon it, nor your little ones either. So we’re at an impasse Udwar, just like we’ve always been. Both of us, feeling that we are where we are meant to be, even if that means we must spend our lives apart. We’ve both made choices, we need to live with the ones we’ve made. I’m as happy as I can be with my choice Udwar, I can only hope that you are as happy with yours as I am with mine.” You offered with an apologetic look. 

“But are you happy? Really and truly happy?” He asked, as he clearly doubted the truthfulness of your words.  

“I’m happier in my home, than I ever would be here in this palace, with your other concubines Udwar. I would never really be truly happy here with you, even if you were to marry me and make me your wife and make me your queen over them…” You began to counter before he reached out to gently grasp your face and kiss you, and kiss you like a man starved for affection his whole life as you couldn’t help but practically melt like the chocolate you were named after within his hold as you kissed him back, as if you had been starving yourself, but not for any food, but for love and affection. 

And in an instant you were both, somehow undressed and making love to one another, right there on the balcony, on a daybed, under the stars, with Chevron, taking refuge in the courtyard underneath. Both of you- eager to both pour yet take all the love and comfort from each other as quickly as possible, not wanting to waste a single second. You had barely orgasmed, and basked in any afterglow before you were eager for more, but this time, taking your time to savor everything. Every kiss, every look, every sigh, every keen, every moan. Everything about the other that you could sense. The look, the taste, the scent, and especially the touch. 

“I love you, Siobhan. My perfect Bon. My most delicious Bonbon.” Udwar professed. 

“I love you too Udwar. My conqueror and especially, my liberator.” You mirrored him as you were happy to lean into his touch as his hand cupped your cheek as you cupped his in your own. 

“Then stay with me.” He pleaded. 

“I can’t. It would kill me, slowly but surely. It would, you and I both know I can’t stay here and rule over…” You tried to argue before he silenced you with a kiss. 

“The only thing I want you to rule over, is my heart and my soul.” He professed. 

“Udwar, you were the King of my heart, long before you ever sat on that throne.” You mirrored as you lost yourself with him into passions. But yet, when he finally fell asleep, Chevron returned to you. 

“I know, I know, we need to go now before it’s too late.” You breathed in a whisper as you left the bed and could only leave Udwar with a letter. 

‘King of My Heart, as much as this pains me to write, I must tell you all of my thoughts, not just the pretty and loving ones. As much as you are the only rightful King of my heart, and as much as you claim I am the queen of your heart and soul, I can not be such things, because such things are incomplete. I can’t be the queen of your heart and soul if I can not also have your whole mind and body, which you have already given to others, especially your kingdom. 

You have already shared such things with everyone else you feel you have an obligation and a responsibility to. As much as I want you to come back with me and reign only over me, you have already made the choice to be King over so much more than that. And if my own heart and soul were not enough for you to be King over when we were both on the island, then there is never going to be enough for you to be king right here either, even if I were to stay. And as much as I want to say that ‘my home will always be, where both of our heads may lay’, such words can’t be true. 

Your home is here. Mine is on the other side of the world, outside Neveah. You had your chance and your choice to share my home with me and live with me in our own personal paradise of our own making, but you didn’t. 

And I can not call this place home, because we both know that this palace and especially those in it, would kill me. Not at first and not directly, but who knows how many years it would take for my own heart and soul to be worn away like the waves wash upon the sands and the tides take it out to sea. I have already suffered enough, I do not wish to add to such suffering, only for the very riches that you and those in your kingdom hold so valuable, but wash up with trash with me. What is any amount of gold compared to my own freedom? Compared with my own home? My own jungle forest and garden that give me more than enough food to fill my belly and the bellies of all those who come to me? Where I lack nothing, but you and your love. 

And because you now have children here, with your harem. I would never want you to abandon them, just for any child I would ever bear you. Because I would always fear that they and my own humble house- would never be enough, now that you have a whole palace of gold that’s already ten times the size my little island ever was. And we both know that any efforts to recreate it here, would only ever end in disaster. Because if you can’t have the real thing, you are always going to resent the imitation. 

I love you too much to ever want to resent you or this great palace that you’ve built, practically with your own two hands. Or resent the other concubines or worry about what schemes and intrigues they would plot against me and any children I would bear you. Children deserve better than that and you know it. They should just be children, they should play and have fun and have friends of their own. And not think like a politician from the cradle. Nor have their own mothers plot their own ascension to your throne, even if they have to step on the bodies of their own half siblings and wade through their blood to get to it. 

And as much as I love you and as much as I want to stay. I can’t. It’s not my pride, it’s my own heart and soul that that talisman has tied to that island because I’m its heiress. And I’ve inherited it, through and through. And the Nevehans have accepted me as inheriting it as a natural birthright too. 

And Chevron’s home is there too. I can’t ask him to give up his home as well. You and I both know that he would fly away and never come back if I were to stay here. And Chevron and I were always meant to be together too. 

I’m sorry Udwar, you chose your crown, your kingdom, and this palace and your other family over any you would ever have with me. And while the bed you’ve made for yourself is a fine and luxurious one, only you can lay in it and find rest. 

Because I can not. 

You’ve made the same decision that Worlf made. You chose a crown and a kingdom, over any love you have for me. I don’t hate you for your choice. I just feel sorry for you if they do not give you the happiness, joy and satisfaction you were hoping they would. 

But, when your children have grown and you no longer wish to rule on your throne, you know exactly where and how to find me. Because I’ll be there.” You offered in the letter before you slipped it next to his head on the pillow your head once laid on, you pulled yourself away from him and leapt off of the balcony at the same moment Chevron took to the skies as you had him fly you home, because your tears flooded your vision too much to see anything else otherwise. 

You awoke to dried tears down your cheeks, and a damp pillow, and a very heavy heart, but you had to deal with the things by your door. 

You slipped out of the room and found Naxi. 

“Good morning Hashimi Bon, are you ok?” She asked as she saw your bloodshot eyes. 

“Yes, well, no, I had a bad nightmare, that’s all. I um, I wanted to ask you about something I overheard.” You began as you simply took the dish of food she had put together for you as you stood there in the galley with her. 

“What did you hear?” She asked, a bit worriedly as she pulled you into the spice closet with her and shut the door behind you. 

“I heard that Udwar has a harem?” You posed, as if it was a question. 

“Well, his mother does have a house, that she keeps other potential mates for him, should his quest for you be as unsuccessful as his father’s quest was for your mother.” She answered carefully. 

“I wish to give gifts to such persons, so that they know that, not only was he successful, but that their own generosity that they might have shown me, is returned to them. And before we get to the island and get the mountain of gold, that Uviem has shown me in dreams, I wish to send a first wave. From the goods and treasures and spoils that Udwar has already gotten on his way to me. But, at present, such things are practically clutter in my room, even as large and lavishly luxurious as it is. I fear, I have no need for them right now and I will have no need for them when we get to the island, which will have an overabundance of such things there, that I wish to also send back to them, for surely they will have a need and especially a want of such things. For Udwar’s mother especially. I understand she rules in his name since he has been on his conquest. I wish for her rule to remain stable and well funded as it is well founded.” You tried to explain as pleasantly, flatteringly and as sweetly as you could. 

“Oh! Oh you don’t have to.” She tried to shake her head no with a pleasant smile. 

“Please, I insist, I can’t enjoy my room if I can barely move around in it, and fear knocking everything over and damaging such precious things. Is there any room on any of the other ships for it? Or perhaps anyone that would be from his mother’s home here that could take them either for themselves or for Udwar’s mother?” You asked. 

“I’ll take anything off your hand you don’t want.” Another young woman volunteered through the door before you opened it to see every woman on the ship, practically crowded around the door. 

“Yeah, me too.” Another said before Naxi could argue. 

“Then please come.” You invited before all of the younger, more eager women practically fled the galley and eagerly followed you to your rooms as you took away the notes and were happy to give them, all that they could carry and hold, thanking you for your generosity and were happy to carry out their arm fulls of treasures from your room and greeted Udwar and were eager to show him how generous you were and how wonderful you were and how, befitting the honor of being his Hashimi was as he simply blinked in surprise but when you appeared and confirmed your claims that such things had been cluttering your rooms and that you could not enjoy the room for what it was with all of this in the way and you feared damaging and were quite overwhelmed, then he seemed to accept it and agreed that you were indeed, very generous and that were welcome to keep such gifts and then slipped into your room once they left to see how they practically stripped it bare. 

“Ah, much better, I feel like I can breathe in here now.” You breathed in relief and closed the windows to keep the cool in but keep out the heat and humidity as you both seemed to sense some storms on the horizon, judging by the color that the sun had risen with that morning. Udwar noticed that you didn’t get rid of all the jewelry though, you kept all of the abalone and seashell and coral jewelry, and the jade and other semi precious carved stone jewelry. In fact, you kept more than he thought you would after such a dream from last night. Even though he feared if he told you that you had shared such a dream with him, you would never sleep again to keep your own dreams private from him. He did notice that just about every single bit of silver remained while you seemed to keep a few, small, discrete things for yourself. 

“You don’t like gaudy do you?” Udwar realized. 

“Nor ostentatious, obnoxious or flagrant.” You confirmed. 

“So all of that was…?” 

“It was too much. I do not need such treasures because the ones that will be on the island when we get there, will surpass them anyway. I do not need or want such things. When I said that you and those with you could keep all the gold on the island, I meant it. And any gold in my possession now, I’m happy to give to those who want and need it now. Besides, what would I spend it on anyway? You already provide me with everything I need and want as it is. Anything more is just…extra clutter for me at this point.” You tried to explain before he seemed quite touched, humbled and it warmed his heart that you felt that way. 

“I’m glad you trust me to care for you. It’s my honor and privilege to do so.” He insisted as he stood a little straighter with his chest puffed with a bit more pride as his smile seemed brighter and happier before his aunt came in and looked at the room in alarm. 

“Oh good, thank you for coming Naxi. Thank you so much for breakfast and for allowing your assistants to receive gifts from me. I’m happy they like them and enjoy them.” You offered to her. 

“Did…did the gifts not please you?” She asked worriedly. 

“Oh, they did! But at this point, they were an embarrassment of riches and I do not wish to hoard such riches all to myself. Or learn to rely solely on them. Udwar has already done so much for me and given me treasures that have no equal and no price. I wished to share such things with those who work hard and have earned them through their long terms of service.” You tried to explain. 

“Besides, I know if I have any other needs from here- until we get to the island, that Udwar will see to it that they’re met and satisfied. And I know we will be sailing close to his home on the way to the island. And if any wish to split off and return there and prepare for the mountain of gold to be moved from the island to his home. There will be a lot of work there, especially if such treasures will be used to build a kingdom of it’s own. I wish to invigorate such efforts now, and not have anyone else wait even longer for such rewards that are surely coming their way. Think of it like a small appetizer before a main course.” You expounded.

“Oh! Oh, now I understand. Of course Hashimi, of course. Yes. I agree, thank you so much for being so thoughtful and generous to such a cause. I did not think I understood you fully this morning then. But yes, if that is the case, then I think we can afford to send most of the delicate passengers back home, to make room on the ships themselves for such precious cargo.” Naxi urged Udwar. 

“I agree.” You chimed in with a hopeful look towards him. 

“I also agree. It’s settled, I will send who I can back home, with that explanation, and send the smaller passenger ships back, but keep the cargo vessels, and keep them freed except for funds to restock supplies on the way there.” Udwar found himself nodding along with such a decision and left to go relay such a message to the others. 

“I have a favor to ask of you Hashimi.” Naxi murmured once he left. 

“What is it?” You asked. 

“Udwar’s harem. In fact it’s just about every young girl, both on this ship and all of the others. His mother kept the most important ones with her and sent the more servant minded ones with him. But if he is to be the Great King that he has always been a promising Prince to- he needs to have many heirs to choose from. And as I’m sure you are aware, he needs to give seed in order for such seed to take root. If you can, at all get him to either give you his seed, if you will permit me, any excess, I wish for it to be shared with the others. Because the talisman keeps him from doing so himself, since his grandfather swore his seed would never be spilled in any other, and unfortunately, the god who empowers the talisman keeps that vow to all the heirs, whether they vowed that or not.” She tried to delicately explain. 

“I…will bring such things up to him when it’s time and when it’s appropriate and a comfortable subject for us to discuss candidly with each other.” You placated which brought a look and smile of relief to her face. 

“Thank you, so far, he seems to follow every word you say, and I see that you have come to understand that and are using it to better and benefit all who follow him. And you do not abuse such power, which is why you carry the honor of being his Hashimi so well.” She explained. 

“Thank you, I have unfortunately seen the disaster that comes with misuse of power and I do not wish to make the same mistake.” You explained as politely as you could before you heard the first bits of drizzle start to pour. 

“Oh I better go and make sure things are secured below deck, just in case this storm comes with large waves.” She offered and left your room. But your answer, while it pleased her in the moment, did not settle well with you and you paced around the room, letting your legs naturally get used to the rocking of the ship as you did so. 

“Hey, are you ok?” Udwar asked as he was returning to his room to get something, and was clearly wet from being on the top deck. 

“Yeah, go and do…whatever you have to do Udwar.” You tried to offer with a polite smile but he simply frowned and came into the room and shut the door behind him as he walked over to you. 

“No you’re not ok. I can feel how much anxiety is weighing on your chest, as if a bull decided to sit on it.” He argued. 

“I had a very bad nightmare last night, and I do not know if it was just a bad dream or a vision of a talisman or what.” You admitted. 

“Come on, tell me.” He invited as he had you sit with him on the couch suspended by the roof so that- it stayed stable, even with the rocking of the waves.

“I had another dream you were a small boy, and your mother and other grown women tried to tie you down and rape you. Your father came in and stopped it just as they got your trousers and underwear off. He practically slaughtered the women right there and threatened to kill your mother if she ever did that to you again and from that day on, you never left his side, except to be with your grandmother and uncles when he had to satisfy the need for seed in his harem.” You confessed. 

“It was like I was there, both watching helplessly, yet in the past, the dream was as if it was my own father, who I had never known, with other men who practically his own age doing the same thing to me before my mother could rescue me and kill him. But last night, instead of it being in my perspective, it was as if I was in yours. I was practically your skin and it was happening to me. If the talisman is showing me real events that happened in your past, how do you ever heal from that kind of trauma? How do you ever trust anyone? How do you ever forgive anyone for such a crime?” You cried before you both seemed to reach for the other as Udwar was actually crying too. 

“Years of time. That’s how. Yes, that really did happen. And it took years of time to heal from something like that. I still don’t fully trust my own mother, nor have I truly ever forgiven her for it. But she’s all I have. The other women in the harem were eager to kill me my whole life so that my half brothers would be king. My grandmother died shortly after that. And my mother never had any other children than me. So it’s only because of her that I got to be where I am, unfortunately. And she’s been the hand to feed and until I could hunt on my own, I couldn’t bite her hand so to speak.” He confessed. 

“I’m so sorry Udwar, no wonder you’re so defensive and vigilant about it. Does your aunt Naxi know?” You asked. 

“She doesn’t know the details, only that it happened. And while she is much better to me than my mother, she is still the sister of my mother and doesn’t believe my mother was capable of that, and insists that I was misremembering things, even though my dad told her what really happened.” He admitted. 

“Then I need to cuss her out for having the audacity to ask me to ask you for your sexual seed. I refuse. That is beyond inappropriate and disgusting and I will never, ever do such a thing to you, and I will never, ever let anyone else do that for you either. I wish I could cast a spell onto it that it was poisonous and toxic to everyone, whether it touched the ground or not, or even if I touched it or not. And came out dead so that it couldn’t be used without your consent period. And that the only time it wasn’t like that, was when you really wanted it to be otherwise.” You cried into his chest and clung to him. 

“I’m so sorry Udwar, I’m so sorry. I should have stood up to her for you. I should have told her to go to every circle of hell first before I would ever dream of doing anything like that to you. I should have told her that the talisman showed it to me when I was a girl, and I wished for such things for myself, and they happened to both of us.” You insisted. 

“While I appreciate it, just wait ok? I need her to keep cooking. Could you lie and say that I avoid it, even with you?” He pleaded. 

“Yes, I can do that. I can hold her off for as long as I need to- for you. I will hold them all off, I will be so jealous and obsessive, I won’t give them an inch, because I know they want to take a mile. Whatever it takes to protect you. I will be damned to every circle of hell if I fail you on this. That is an unforgivable sin to commit against any child. And absolutely should be given such a punishment for. Such people should have their hands cut off and wear signs in the streets and stoned to death for such a thing.” You insisted as you practically crawled into his lap and wrapped yourself as much around him as you could, as tight as you could as he did the same. 

“I may be half your size but I have the spirit of a dragon in me. I’ll spit fire at them if I have to. No one will ever touch you without your consent, not even me. This talisman ties us together, but you should keep me as close or as far away as you need to, I promise, my feelings will never get hurt because of it. You absolutely need to have your own boundaries absolutely respected.” You insisted. 

“Sorry, am I?” You asked as an afterthought. 

“Don’t you dare leave me now.” Udwar laughed through his own tears as he held you and kept you from retreating, which got you to bark a laugh through your own tears before you melted into his embrace again. 

“Blood oath or not, I swear I will never harm you, either directly or indirectly. I will never ask anything of you that is painful or uncomfortable for you to give. No matter how much pleasure anyone else would find in it. If it’s harmful, it’s harmful, in any and every sense ok? And if you do find such an activity with someone pleasurable, I will play as dumb and ignorant as I need to be. Or tell any lie I need to about it ok? As far as I’m concerned to everyone but you- ‘your seed is poisonous and toxic to everyone, whether it’s touched the ground or not, or touched me or not. And will not sprout in any condition or womb, even mine, so don’t even bother asking’.” You insisted firmly. 

“Ok.” Udwar happily agreed as he felt such a profound sense of relief that, at long last, he was truly safe. 

“Here, let’s shake on it.” He suggested before he pulled a small blade out before you took it sliced at your palm before you saw his own break open and start to bleed before you touched palms with him and shook them with him as you felt something else, rather strange happen for both of you, it was like the magic that Chevron’s egg had bestowed upon you, was shared with him as the talisman’s themselves seemed to grow and change, as did the tattoos themselves, before you both started giggling and trying to scratch at the other’s skin to relieve the itch there, pulling at the other’s clothes to get under the clothes. And soon the touches went from innocent scratches, to not so innocent touches. 

“Keep touching me.” Udwar whispered headily before his lips softly captured yours, as his hands simply pressed and rested on your bare skin of your back, under your clothes as you softly keened at the affection and were happy to kiss him back. 

“Are you sure? Are you sure you want me to?” You asked him. 

“You and only you. In the whole wide world.” He nodded. 

“Do you want me?” 

“Yes, you and only you in the whole wide world.” You found yourself professing before you kissed him back and deeper as your hands framed his handsome face while your pelvis ground down into his, in time with the waves that were rocking the boat. 

In only the last two weeks, your body seemed to transform into a woman with strength but very little body fat, to a very strong yet voluptuous woman, which meant you only filled out your clothes that much better. Your breasts swelled and grew heavy, your waist staying slim and pinched but now your hips and arse much fuller and fatter. And the way these Neveahan clothes fit you, you felt- left little to the imagination. But they were supremely comfortable and you grew more and more comfortable in them by the minute. 

It took some adjustments to get the both of you undressed, but still suspended on that couch hanging from the ceiling, but once his bare flesh was barred and touched with yours, now you felt you understood and appreciated the full meaning of ‘one flesh’. And for you to seat yourself onto him, was like finally feeling whole and full- after living your life in a near constant state of starvation. The talisman’s kept the two of you linked as well and you used the boat’s rocking to assist and enhance your lovemaking. 

You kissed every scar you could feel on his chest and neck. And were happy when you sensually bit and nipped at various pulse points that the talisman told you were good for it, as if he was a favorite lover of yours all along that you innately knew almost as well as you knew yourself. As it seemed the talisman had given him equal knowledge about you, and how to make love to you best. He did things with his mouth and hands and body that you had no idea could be done and would feel as good as they did. 

It was unbelievably pleasurable. Better than that chocolate bonbon ever was. You smiled when you realized this had long been a fantasy of yours, ever since you took on the talisman, that your conqueror would come for you, but that you alone would be the one to conquer him, especially like this, and that you would be loved, the way your mother always wished she could be, and wanted you to be, wholly, completely, without question or reserve. And feel and know in your very bones that you would never be betrayed, nor would ever betray in turn. To be loyal and be shown loyalty and fidelity without waiver. 

You were the first and only person Udwar wanted to be touched and loved like this by, just like he was that for you. And while the wait for this had been incredibly long, it had been well worth it. 

Just as lightning struck and thunder boomed, he hooked his hands behind your knees and pulled back, so that his cock buried itself as deeply into you as it could as your arms that were wrapped around his neck and shoulders held your upper body up and next to his. The action made your head lull back and a pleasured keening moan spill from your mouth. You were so exquisitely stuffed, yet you were greedily hungry for more. 

A dip in the wave saw your body threatening to pull off of him but the couch was so deep, practically a daybed, suspended, that his knees were planted into it, under you. He had more than enough purchase, and with the rise up with the next wave, he used the momentum to hook your knees over his elbows so that your legs hiked up and out, leaving your sex hanging and more weight for his hips to hike up into you. While his hands practically laced behind the small of your back, so you were perfectly seated as he leaned back onto his heals from this kneeling position. 

Udwar smiled proudly when his own portrait seemed to bloom on one half of your chest, while the other still held onto the picture of the island. But he was sure, that soon, the one would soon overtake the other, like an advancing army, conquering territory. Only the territory was your heart, love and affections and your own sense of belonging. 

He did not doubt at all that you were both destined to be together. He just needed the place in which you would both call home, to eventually be one and the same, and not separate places across the supersphere. 

You cried out in tortured bliss just as your orgasm bloomed within you and your whole body seemed to tense while your womanhood squeezed, and fluttered over him, the crash of thunder and the splash of the waves against the ship drowning you out, yet it was as if, Udwar’s senses had hyper focused on you. All of you. The sight of your face and body, the touch of your soft skin, and even the scratch of your calloused hands was sexy. The scent of your body was a scent flooding his nose and the taste of you, like chocolate, melting and coating his tongue. A taste, more divine than any other thing he had ever tasted. 

He laid back into the cushions when the boat rocked so hard, it pushed him off of his knees, but that was only to push you on top of him as he finally released and came inside you, his grunt and keen making him close his eyes tightly and his jaw to clench while, a lustful fire blazed in his heart and radiated out from the center of his chest, but it was like it was mirrored in yours. 

His body laxed into the soft couch with yours as you both had to take a few breaths to steady and recover as the feeling of you smile into the skin of his chest had him mirroring the smile. 

“Oh, you’re not hurting are you?” Udwar asked after a moment. 

“Nope. Poisonous and toxic to everyone, but me. The talisman told me so.” You grinned triumphantly  

“Oh, good.” He breathed in relief, before the rocking then took on a steady rhythm before you moved from over him to simply nestled onto his side, between the pillows and him, and with a blanket pulled over the two of you, it was perfectly cozy, with the splattering of rain on the windows beginning to pull you both down into sleep as he happily seemed to squirm and then settle to have you by his side, under his arm, with your head over his heart, that had only beaten for you for as long as he could remember as you finally, felt at peace, and maybe, just maybe, you could have hope that in the end, you would both get what you wanted, your mate, and the home you always wanted- being the one place you could both agree on being the one and only place both of you felt you belonged and could live happily together in, and never have to be parted from this moment on- from. 

All the while- the winds and currents both hurried you- in the storm itself, to the one place, you both began to dread going- his home- in the nation his father and grandfather before him had founded. 

#The Talisman #The Talisman Chapter 7 #Orc love story #orc husband #Orc fiance #Monster boyfriend #Monster husband #Monster fiance #The conquerer and the laundress

[devilry-revelry]

Untitled - Male Orc x Female Human (Part 1)

TW: Creeps in vans following women at night (?)

It's literally just fluff, 0 spice.

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“You’re bleeding,” Riley replied dumbly. “You just… You just tackled a van.”

The corner of the orc’s mouth quirked.

-

The meeting invitation appeared in Riley’s inbox at precisely 4:40PM. 20 minutes before she was due to clock out. It appeared with a cheery chime, as if it wasn’t delivering an urgent 4:50 meeting invite. 

The subject was listed in all caps, with a big red exclamation point:

TOMORROW’S AUDIT

Various department heads were also listed on the meeting invite, but their presence was notably listed as optional, while hers was listed as a required attendance. None of the other recipients showed up to the meeting. It was just her, and her manager that met in the conference room. Riley hoped that the minimal attendance would mean that the meeting would be short and she would get out of the office and to the bus stop on time. The meeting was brief, and ended in less than the noted 10 minutes. 

Her manager tacked on a cheery, “I’ll give you these three minutes back.” sort of comment as if she wasn’t off-handing a to-do list of hours worth of work that was due by the start of business the next day. While the work wasn’t difficult, it was endlessly frustrating. It was last-second busy work that wouldn’t have been necessary if the un-required-attendance team followed standard practice and procedures while going about their daily tasks. They didn’t, though. So Riley got to review the previous year’s files, and make necessary corrections and additions. 

A couple of extra bodies would have made the job fast but Riley was flying solo, and it took her hours to finish. By the time she locked up the office and got outside it was nearing midnight. The buses had most definitely stopped running for the day. While she had been considering ordering a ride, she ultimately decided that she didn’t live too far away. Her apartment was only a couple miles away, and it wouldn’t kill her to get her steps in. The evening was pleasant, warm and clear with a bit of a breeze. If it wasn’t for the too-tall buildings of the business district, she would have been able to see the moon and the stars. 

As pleasant as the evening air was, it was almost eerie. Riley had only ever been to the business district during business hours, where there was an almost constant bustle of people and cars milling about the street. After hours (before hours, in this case) it was a ghost town. The only thing that disrupted the quiet was the delicate clicking of her kitten heels–

And the sound of an engine, as a windowless white van cruised by her and up the road. 

Riley made a quiet, grim, joke about the van. It touched on kidnappers and free candy, and ended with her convincing herself that the driver was probably some blue collar worker that had a late night just like she did. 

A block later and she spotted the van again, this time doubling back the way it came. She wondered if the driver was lost, or if she was just walking so slow that the driver went and picked up some fast food and was doubling back to go home. 

The third time Riley saw the windowless van she cursed her manager so hard that she hoped that everyone in her bloodline felt it.

It was easier to believe that she had an overactive imagination than to believe that someone would be following her in an actual creeper-mobile in the middle of the night. She felt guilty when she attempted to snap a picture of the license plate as it cruised up the road and out of sight, still partially convinced that she was overreacting. She considered calling the police, and then talked herself out of it. What would she say, anyway? That someone was driving by a lot? And what would the police say? Could they even really do anything if nothing had been done?

On the van’s fourth pass, Riley realized that getting her steps in just might actually kill her. 

The idea of taking an alleyway shortcut surfaced, and she quickly stomped it down. A little more bad luck and going down the alleyway could result in her own missing person ad. Getting home as fast as she could seemed optimal, but then she couldn’t help but think about potentially leading the van straight to her apartment building and living with the knowledge that they would know where she lived. So she took a detour. It would tack a good 15 minutes on to her journey, but the new route would take her through the entertainment district. It would be well lit, and more populated. She would bypass a couple of bars. Maybe they stayed open late on weeknights. She could duck inside, call a cab, call the police, call her mom and tell her that she regretted ever moving to the city.

On the fifth pass, Riley was turning onto the main thoroughfare of the entertainment district. Unfortunately, the street wasn’t the thriving place she knew it to be on the weekend. It was just as dead as her primary route, and while it was better lit it wasn’t the beacon of light and music she had wanted it to be. 

The road she veered down was one-way, and while the van didn’t turn after her, it slowed in the intersection considerably before driving off. As soon as the vehicle was out of view, Riley pulled off her heels and started to run. She made it a single block before her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it pulse in her ears, and despite the favorable weather she started to shiver. Regardless of it all, there was still some part of her insisting that she was overreacting, that this sort of fear-response was insanely dramatic. Time crawled. Seconds felt like hours. Feet felt like miles. 

By the time an open bar came into view she felt like crying. 

Just outside of the streetlight, the exterior was aglow with wicked crimson neon, and there was a row of motorcycles lining the sidewalk. There were a total of two people lingering outside and they were very visibly non-human. One of the figures was distinctly draconic or reptilian in nature. A figure with sharp teeth, dark scales, and glowing eyes. The other could have been mistaken for a very big human if it wasn’t for the large tusks jutting up from his bottom row of teeth. They stood side-by-side, leaning against the building, each nursing a pint. 

There was a fresh wave of paranoia that surfaced (what if the driver had been herding her in this direction?). She mentally prepared for the worst, and desperately hoped for the best as she made a mad dash towards the bar. She got a couple feet into the street then came to an abrupt stop.

The van was in the intersection right next to the bar. The tinted windows were like black mirrors, reflecting the green glow from the street light, and the red neon from the bar. 

Riley backpedaled back to the sidewalk. Her entire body was quaking now in big fitful shudders. She wasn’t getting enough air. 

The streetlight flicked over to a flashing yellow. And then red. 

There was a whistle, loud and so shrill it made Riley flinch. Her eyes tore away from the van and landed on the two magick that loomed outside of the bar, just beyond the line of motorcycles. The orc had discarded his beer and had stepped away from the building. Even from across the street, Riley noted him to be huge – and he looked downright monstrous with the blood-red neon lining his figure. 

“You good, babe?”

The orc’s draconic companion set his drink aside, attention glued to the loitering vehicle. Riley followed his glowing gaze. 

The light had changed back to green, and the van was beginning to ease forward into the intersection at an intimidating crawl. Breathless, and feeling weak, Riley pointed at the van. 

And that was all it took. 

Riley barely even lifted her hand to gesture at the van, and it caused the orc to take a running charge at it. His long dark hair splayed behind him with the burst of speed. His face contorted in a vicious snarl. Tires squealed. The van lurched forward but it wasn’t fast enough. The orc had already closed the distance. 

He slammed into the driver’s side door. The window shattered. The collision was delivered with so much force that the driver’s side of the vehicle lifted off of the ground and for a moment it teetered on the passenger side wheels. There was a terrified scream, the van righted itself – and then it sped off into the night.

The orc stalked after it for a few paces, swearing in a language that was harsh and guttural. 

Riley watched, awestruck. 

Breathing was suddenly easier. 

When the orc turned towards her, his whole demeanor changed. He was no longer some rage-fueled beast charging into battle. He was no longer a snarling mass of anger and muscle. His movements were more gentle, his demeanor softening as he made a tentative approach. He treated her like a frightened deer who was ready to run. 

“Hey,” he said. His voice was low and gentle, the edges curling with something husky and rough. “Hey, honey, are you alright?”

Riley took him in as he approached. The massive, looming height. The tattooed sleeves of black on his arms that started at his biceps then faded as it stretched down towards his wrists. The tusks that reached up past his sharp nose, the stern brow that loomed over dark eyes. The blood. There was blood on his face, blood on the neck of his white t-shirt.

“You’re bleeding,” Riley replied dumbly. “You just… You just tackled a van.”

The corner of the orc’s mouth quirked, “Yeah, well. I think I had some alright reasoning. Looks like you might be bleeding too.”

“What?” Riley practically squawked. Her hand reached up to her forehead, feeling around the same area where he had sustained his own injury. 

The orc chuckled softly, “Your foot.”

Riley looked down to her nylon covered feet, and saw stamps of blood on the pavement. Awareness tore through the already dwindling adrenaline. Stinging pain blossomed in the pad of her foot. 

“Oh.” She lifted her foot, cursing as she saw another stamp of blood on the sidewalk. Tears began to prickle at the corners of her eyes. “Oh. Ouch.”

A big hand touched her elbow, warm and grounding. She looked up, up, up at the orc who now stood beside her. Jesus, he was massive. And quiet on his feet. 

“Why don’t we get you inside. We can get you cleaned up then get you home.”

Riley fumbled with her thoughts. She managed to stammer out a feeble, “You’ve already done enough, sir. Thank you, but–”

“Arzok,” he said. He stepped in a bit closer, his voice gentling even further. “I’m going to pick you up now. We don’t want you getting anything in whatever is already bleeding.”

“No, really,” Riley insisted. “I’m fine. I’m–”

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I– Riley–”

“It’s nice to meet you, Riley.  I want you to take a deep breath. Nice and slow. Good girl.” He smiled, and Riley’s nerves began to settle. “I’m going to pick you up. We are going to cross the street and go inside, and we’re going to get you cleaned up. Okay?”

Swallowing, Riley nodded. She took another deep breath. “‘Kay.”

Arzok dipped down and scooped her up into his arms like she weighed nothing. He strode across the street, calm and casual. Like he didn’t just nearly overturn a van by himself. Riley stared up into his face, barely even processing that the dragon that had been with him, told them that he called the police and reported the incident, and the plate number. Arzok replied in that language Riley didn’t understand, and then they entered the bar. 

Music blared into her ears as soon as the door opened. The smell of fried food and liquor assaulted her senses. If she hadn’t been on the brink of having a good old fashioned come-apart, it might have been a fun place to hang out but in the moment it was far too much. Riley turned her face into Arzok’s chest and took another calming breath. When she turned her attention outward, she was being carried behind the bar, and through the walkway near the kitchen. The smell of fry oil became especially pungent. He took a turn into what appeared to be an office space, and then on into the adjoining bathroom. It was a clean space, and well lit; likely reserved for staff. It smelled clean. Like air freshener with a touch of bleach. 

Arzok set Riley on the bathroom counter then knelt to dig through the cabinetry beneath her. Not a moment later and a first aid kit was being set beside him. He popped it open and dug through the contents for a moment. 

“So. Why are you out so late, Riley?”

“I–” The nylon on her wounded foot was torn away, shredding with a wisp of sound. Riley grimaced and recoiled, suddenly reminded that her feet were probably disgusting and dirty. “I can do this. You can go ahead and go.”

Still kneeling on the bathroom floor, his fingers circled her ankle and held her still. “Let me,” he said. “You can do me next.” 

Something about him managed to calm her worries, and she settled onto the counter. She was rewarded with a wink, then he was all business.

He opened a tiny-packaged towelette and started rubbing the asphalt and dirt from her foot. He tossed the soiled wipe into the trash, then unpackaged a fresh one to clean the cut itself. “Talk to me. Why are you out so late? And alone, no less…”

“I was given some last minute overtime,” Riley grumbled. “The buses stopped running a couple of hours ago. So…” her shoulders hiked up to her ears. 

“Shit, sweetheart. You don’t have a boyfriend who could have come to pick you up?”

Riley snorted inelegantly, “No.”

Arzok’s dark eyes met hers. He paused in his work, his hand still clasped around her ankle. He smiled slowly as he drawled, “Would you like one?”

The surprise was short lived, cut off by sharp acrid pain as he pressed an alcohol doused swab against the cut on her foot. Tears instantly gathered in Riley’s eyes and she tried to yank her herself from his grasp, but Arzok held firm. He crooned quiet words of encouragement until the pain receded. When he was finished cleaning the laceration, he wrapped her foot with a bit of gauze and medical tape. 

“Your turn.”

Arzok rose from the ground placing the first aid kit beside Riley. Before she had the chance to hop down from the counter, he placed his big hands on either side of her legs, then leaned in. He tilted his head just so, giving her clear and easy access to the cut on his forehead. 

It was daunting, being so close to someone so big – and yet she wasn’t afraid. There wasn’t a single alarm bell telling her body that it needed to fight or flee. It was strange, albeit quiet contentment. Riley rationalized it by summing it up to the fact that Arzok had tackled a van because she had pointed at it. And he potentially (probably) saved her life. 

Riley fretted after the cut first. She was concerned with the amount of blood. It was on the side of his face, his neck, his shirt. Despite the amount of blood, it was a small little cut. He’d been drinking, and it was a head wound. It was treated with an alcohol swab, which Arzok took without even flinching, and then Riley tasked herself with scrubbing away the blood. 

“So?” Arzok asked as she worked. 

“So what?” 

He smiled, turning his head to pin her with his dark gaze, but Riley took his chin in her hand and turned him away. He laughed, “So can I get your number, Riley?”

She pulled her hands away, physically recoiling with her surprise. “What? Why?”

“Because I think you’re fucking cute, and I’d like to take you on a date. Maybe I can be the one you call when you get saddled with more overtime.”

“You don’t mean that,” came the fast reply. It wasn’t that Riley didn’t think herself worthy of a man’s attention. When she picked the right clothes, and put a bit of effort into her appearance, Riley could pick up a man no problem. But her most recent visit to the dating pool didn’t end well, and beyond that she was wearing her work clothes, looking deliberately mousey and – after running for her life – messy. She looked disheveled, and on the verge of falling apart. 

“Yes I do.” He grabbed her wrists, gently guiding them away from his face. He stayed stooped over so he was eye-level. “Let me take you home. Let me give you my number and you can use it if you want to.”

Once again, Riley was quietly amazed that no alarm bells sounded. She didn’t wrestle with the idea of a stranger taking her home. It was one of those things that felt natural to do. This was the closest that Riley had ever been to an orc and she was only somewhat perplexed by her level of comfort. The amount of forwardness he showed should have been a bit more off putting, but Riley found it endearing. 

What were the symptoms of shock? What was the reverse of Stockholm syndrome?

“Fine,” she eventually said, obeying the curious gut instinct to allow the orc to take care of her. “But only because you tackled a van for me.”

Arzok smiled big, triumphant and charming, “Good fucking deal.”

[Part 2] [Part 3]

#monster boyfriend #orc boyfriend #paranormal #fantasy #fantasy romance #paranormal romance #orc x human #male orc #female human #male orc x female human #monster husband #orc husband #i had some pretty cute snippets of these two back in the day #before I deleted everything #no spice #all fluff #too much exposition #but i get concerned when I present stuff without context #the writing is bad #magick #emergence day universe #emergence #arzok #riley #nox

[terato-is-life]

Withou knowing, you end up trespassing the domains of a tribe of orcs, but they don't eat you or kill you.

They start treating you like royalty, and you have to choose one of them to mate with

#exophilia #monster x human #monster boyfriend #male monster x female reader #monster family #monster lover #monster girlfriend #female monster x female human #female monster x male human #male monster x male human #monster romance #orc girlfriend #orc boyfriend #orc husband #female orc #male orc x male human #male orc x female human