#orc love story

[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

[jeeaark]

oooooo are we sharing our half-orcs again? here's my guy Da'arios who I literally dreamt up, made in game and then have no idea what to do with story wise. He's pretty though.

Oh, he's very pretty indeed!

Who needs story deets when you got delts like that, ohoho~

#They're orc buddies too no take backs #It's always lovely to see more half-orcs #BUT defs halting the sharing after this I GOTTA FINISH THIS DANG STORYlasdjfksdf #but I do like to imagine after saving the world there's a little tavern all the half-orcs can hang out at and swap stories with #and workout advice #Greygold would like to stop drinking giant strength potions and have a natural 18 strength yes pls

[marlynnofmany]

Just a Rock

For all the time I’ve spent traveling through space, I haven’t spend much of it actually out in space. It’s unsettling. Inside the ship, I can forget how close the airless void is, how small our precious bubble of air. But outside, everything is black like some vast creature ate all the color in the universe first, then the air, and is now hungering for life forms too.

Sometimes those distant stars look like teeth.

These are the thoughts that tend to pop up when I’m in my exo suit, hoping that my thruster pack doesn’t run out of fuel before I make it back to the ship. But then an empty pack of chips will float by my visor, and I can refocus on business.

That’s how it happened today, at any rate. (And yes, “day” is a silly concept in the blackness of space.) We’d made a detour to see if we could pick up some extra funds by gathering salvage from a museum ship that had gone kablooey, but so far all we were finding was trash.

Paint jetted past in her own exo suit, upside-down to my frame of reference, then stopped to pull apart a jumble of carpet fragments. “They really did clear out the good stuff already,” she said over the radio. She swatted aside a drink cup with her tail, looking like a little space-suited dinosaur, a thought that kept me entertained for a good few seconds.

Captain Sunlight’s voice said, “Keep an eye out for scrap metal. That may already be gone too, but it’s worth a shot.” She was somewhere else in the drifting junk pile, or maybe back near the ship; I couldn’t tell. There was too much stuff in the way. This was a mildly alarming thought — out of sight meant out of safety — but I caught a glimpse of the Frillian twins posted as safety guards at the edge of the cloud, and my heartbeat settled a bit.

“Do you think anyone will buy some mildly used carpet?” Paint asked the captain. “It’s only in several pieces.”

“Let’s go with ‘no.’”

“What about some very exotic — what is this — napkins? Made with authentic Earth wood fibers!”

I looked over at that. “How can you tell?”

“Oh, I have no idea,” Paint said. She held up half of a wall placard. “But this is from the Earth exhibit, so maybe the napkins are too.”

I looked around at the trash in a new light. “Man, it’s a pity we weren’t here for any of the good stuff.”

“Yeah, and all these food packages are empty! We can’t even get you a slightly exploded taste of home!”

I waved my hand through a cluster of soda bottles. “I appreciate the thought.”

Paint jetted over to a different pile of whatever. “Hey, do you think any of this food trash was actually an exhibit? Packaging from olden days?”

“Uh, maybe,” I said. “Probably not. That’s not the sort of thing I’d expect on a multi-species museum ship. A janky little humans-only one, maybe. But even then, most people aren’t going to care.”

Something clunked against the back of my helmet. I hate that. Nothing like a reminder that I can’t see behind me like some species can. I toggled the jets to rotate in place, so I could find the offending object.

It was a rock.

“What’s this doing here?” I asked, closing a gloved hand around it and bringing it in for a closer look.

“What’d you find?” Paint asked, sticking out sideways from behind a twisted bench.

“A rock.”

“A meteorite rock?” she asked. “Oh hey, do you think it pierced the hull?”

“No, it doesn’t look like a space rock,” I said, turning the small gray-and-white lump over. It was mostly smooth, with a divot that would have fit a fingertip if I hadn’t been wearing the gloves. “Weird. I wonder if it was part of some Neolithic exhibit or something.”

“Can I see?” Paint jetted over to park herself in roughly the same orientation as me. She was very good with that jetpack.

I showed her the rock. “It doesn’t look like any gemstone I know. Maybe some kid had it in their pocket, then threw it away.”

Paint cocked her head. “Is that normal, for your young to carry rocks around?”

“Sure. You never picked up something you thought was neat as a kid?”

“Not a rock,” Paint said with exaggerated disdain. “A sweet-smelling seednut or herb, absolutely.”

“But look: it’s even got a little finger groove,” I pointed out. “You could stick it in a pocket and rub it for luck.”

“Could you?”

I smiled. “You could. You probably wouldn’t, but…”

“Why?”

I looked at the rock again, already fond of it. “I get the feeling that I couldn’t explain this to a point where you’d agree.”

Paint shrugged. “Probably not. But hey, we found you a souvenir after all. From probably the Earth section of whatever museum this is.” She grabbed a handful of colorful pamphlets drifting by. “The ‘Galaxy in a Bottle Museum Tour Ship.’ Who named that?”

My smile turned into a wide grin. “Humans.”

Paint grumbled about the unflattering comparison of an elite starship to a simple bottle. When she moved to toss the pamphlets away, I held out a hand.

“What’s that white one?” I asked. “It looks like a display sign.”

Paint flipped over the stack and separated the one I meant. “You’re right. Hey, it’s about a rock!”

I reached out a grabby hand. “Gimme.”

She passed it over. “Is it that rock?”

I read the title, then was gut-punched by familiarity. I’d heard about this. “Yes,” I managed, skimming the rest of the sign and holding the rock close. “This is Bethan’s Rock.”

“What?”

I fumbled to explain. “Ages ago, a kid visited a museum — a human kid — and learned what museums were for, then offered her favorite rock as a donation, so other people could appreciate it too.”

Paint cocked her head in the other direction. “And they took it?”

“Yes!” I must have looked a little wild at this point, but I didn’t care. “The adults agreed that it was a fine thing to donate, not to mention adorable, and the only one of its kind that I’ve ever heard of. More museums should house the occasional favorite rock, though I suppose they wouldn’t be as special if they did.”

“So just to clarify,” Paint said. “There isn’t anything valuable about this rock, except that one of your youths decided there was. And all the adults played along.”

I smiled down at it, careful not to let it drift away. “It’s the most precious non-precious stone I’ve ever seen.”

Paint stared for a moment. “It’s not even one of those shiny ones you like.”

I laughed. “I know!”

The captain called us back in at that point, having found one decent chunk of metal among the mountains of trash. We had a schedule to keep.

I folded the sign and tucked it into my suit pocket, but held the rock tight in my fist as I jetted toward the ship, working the controls with one hand. I was already thinking of the safest place in my quarters to keep it until we got ahold of the proper Earth museum authorities. Other humans would want to see Bethan’s Rock, after all, but it would be my honor to watch over it until they could.

~~~

(Inspired by this post. Long live Bethan’s Rock.)

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character of this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #science fiction #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #or possibly space magpies #pack bonding #you'd think I'd run out of ideas for this series of short stories #but nope! #not even close #it's fun #and while it was definitely not the original plan #now I may just end up writing a sequel novel that features The Old Crew #these were meant to be little throwaway moments #but THAT didn't last more than a single story #love these guys #anyway now should be safe to tag without spoilers: #Bethan's Rock

[shamanofthewilds]

Beautiful art of Gotosh and Zargaron that @orcdorc and I commissioned from the talented @kriskukko .

Its a fateful night at a luxury party where conversations are shrouded in the shadows of revelry and cigar smoke. Only their eyes tell the true story of an evening that will be unforgettable to only them.

#orc #orcs #world of warcraft #kriskukko #warcraft orcs #regency orc #period art #modern fantasy #a lot of work went into describing the purpose and meaning of this piece #A subtle not so subtle nod to the art that may tell a different story depending on who's looking at it #is this just art of two orcs talking? an ad for cigars? #Or is there hidden subtext rooted in love and yearning... #up to you #anyway kriskukko did an amazing job and this is by far one of my top favorite comisssions #art art for me

[mollyjimbly]

im just feeling amazed at the internet and how anyone can make a story and then a whole multiverse can grow from it, so many different ideas and au's and gorgeous things and memories. you can practically build an entire universe right inside your head.

im looking directly at you humans are space orcs ❤️ /pos

#i love creativity #i love #creative writing #oc's #original characters #original art #original character #story #world building #writing tropes #oc tropes #shipping #headcannons #ship dynamics #i love fandom #so much ❤️ #i kinda want to write #humans are space orcs #stuff #and incorporate it into a story??? #fun stuff #very fun!!

[buttercupchub]

So I know it's kinda weird, but would you be willing to draw fat Miguel with great big orc teeth?

Anon, you don't understand how much I love this idea. LIKE OMG-❤️

I had this plus little idea where Bogi is a mage and she accidentally stumbles into orc Miguel who's of course very grumpy and doesn't want her to be there. But Bogi as a mage and a great cook, makes Miguel some food and he immediately calms down and starts to like her. Maybe I draw more of them who knows❤️

#male weight gain #fat miguel #miguel tag #weight gain art #fat belly #gaining fat #gaining weight #fat miguel o'hara #chubby miguel #orc #orc miguel my new love #I'm already working on his story in my head like COME ON HE IS SO PERFECT

[sporksaber]

I dont think I've said this in it's own post, but I love the aliens have no idea what humans look like because of their suits trope. And I like to think that a galaxy traversing space suit would include ability enhancing elements, specifically a robotic tail.

Balance stabilizing robotic tails is something that already exists. And it seems like it'd be really convenient in space where gravity can shift and you never know what dangerous thing can appear.

So humans have these highly specialized space suits with tails and armor padding that makes them seem bigger and stranger than they are. No one expects that without the suit and mask and robotic limbs they're squishy beings with poorly evolved mobility.

#humans are space orcs #i love space stuff #cross it with prosthetics and mechanical biology that i wanted to study before i realized i hated school and got really sad? #immaculate #(please send related articles or stories if you happen to have them)

[buggienuggie]

With Humans Extinct The New Evolved Species Are Paleontologists

The extinction of humanity, the bipedal primates that swore to conquer the cosmos, the Adapters, was a great lost for the universe. Their talents to bond with others outside of their species, and their unrelenting habits to seek friendship is what got most of the species of the Universe to grow fond, or the equivalent of such relationship, of the primitive species.

They had grown to rely on their governments and laws too much, and the rule of extracting humans from space travel had begun a mass panic for those unwilling to go back to Terra, the planet they named "Earf". Their governments called upon the help of other species outside of Earf, putting a bounty on any Earfling that seeked to continue their travels in space. And when the other species refused, and rather helped the space otters (a nicknamed earned from a human fighting in Kortnak, a water planet with unrelenting fierce creatures that killed anything they considered a parasite... The human walked away with a Kortnakian as dinner under its arm) hide deep into the stars.

The Earf's government leaders began attacking any creature they considered a foe. And that meant anybody that got in the way of the retrieval of their fellow humans. As time passed, the original plan was long forgotten and soon it was just war that the humans sought. Blood and death were what they were after. They were strong in the beginning, sure, but after months, and years prior of accumulating enemies, it had become apparent that their numbers dwindled. And before Portunians, the Peacemakers of the Universe, could reach Earf it had been too late.

Saddened, angry, and passive creatures left the Milky Way. A restriction notice in their systems meant it was out of anyone's reach of contact (whether physical or through communication). No one was allowed to visit the dying galaxy, humanity's home.

And no one did. It had been 7 billion years since the extinction, a new species crawled the ground of what was once called Earf. Doe-eyed creatures with mass intelligence, their features very similar to those of humans. Creatures that learned to communicate telepathically, evolving out of the need for the hyoid bone. Their personalities? Not so much.

They didn't laugh, cry, or speak, and though they did feel emotions they did not find it necessary to express it. They became the creatures thriving off of humanity's issues, the history of what once was became their rules for what NOT to do. Though they did not understand how such primitive minds got in contact with other creatures in space, or how they achieved space travel, they themselves, the new walkers of Terra, grew frustrated with their lack of progress in that aspect.

So much so that they built machines to create visual movements humans made out of the fossils they found in graves, or what was left of them.

They were surprised when their systems began making a loud rakakakakak sound. They froze in surprise, their pupils narrowing in on the machine. Nothing. It was not smoking, nor shaking. Nothing.

Rakakaka

Again! The grey-skinned fellow watched the hologram of the human throw its head back, hand on its chest, and its shoulders rapidly moving up and down...

The human was making this sound...? The human was making this sound...

This is like nothing they've ever witnessed. The new species had thought of the many possibilities of how humans communicated, especially with other creatures in space, but not once had they thought orally. Of course!

However, the sound it was making did not sound pleasant, a sort of replica of what their train system racking up in the morning with rocks underneath its wheels sounded like, and the doe-eyed creature began to wonder if it was the reason why humans no longer lived.

#humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are deathworlders #aliens #story prompts #creative writing #writing #I dont know if this is good but i like the concept #i love the idea of a new species becoming paleontologists to study humans

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Strictly Pleasure - Part 10 (Jek x Heidi)

Summary: An awkward fresh-out-of-a-relationship woman and an orc that owns a sex store enter an adult theater together. She, intent on pushing her own boundaries. He, just looking to give her some sense of safety. Well, that and he wouldn't complain about having a bit of fun himself.

After they inevitably get interrupted, Jek deals with the problem while Heidi flees. Resigned, he believes he'll never see her again.

Thus begins Jek and Heidi's sporadic interactions until, eventually, they find themselves fumbling around each other daily at the very place it started: Strictly Pleasure.

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By the time they arrived at Strictly Pleasure, Heidi became increasingly aware of the situation. She wasn't just going to spend time alone with Jek. There were going to be others present. And his bandmates. They all would have seen what happened with Travis or would be up-to-date on it by the time they arrived at the sex shop. The thought made her stomach lurch.

Just an old biddy with bad taste in men - and alleged gold-digging tendencies - hanging out with rock stars who were once mega famous. Right. Totally didn't make Heidi look bad at all. 

She gnawed on her nerves once they entered the store, finding Jek talking to Gnadi while the rest of their rather large party milled about.

After confirming the theater was empty - thankfully, a slow night at the store according to Gnadi - Jek adjusted the theater settings for streaming capabilities. Since the rest of the band already had streaming capabilities, all that was left was to wait for the stragglers to come in. Which included Heidi. 

“Alright, the theater has been ‘reserved’ for the rest of the wee hours. We can stream some of our old shit or watch whatever vids you sweet fun things want.” Dorzi grinned and winked at his particular contingent of guests.

As the others filed into the theater, chattering amongst themselves, Heidi lingered in the shop with Jek. When most of the others were gone, she turned to Jek as she smiled through a wince. “Actually, is there somewhere I can lay down? I feel a little lightheaded.”

She couldn’t possibly mean to get them alone, Jek thought wildly. But he couldn’t stop the thought from latching to his brain, rousing his hope and eagerness. “Oh, sure. I got a futon in the breakroom. I'll come with you.”

“You don't have to.” Heidi’s eyes widened, raising her hands as if to stop him herself.

“It’s fine, c’mon.” Motioning for her to follow him, Jek led Heidi behind the front counter, passed a grinning Gnadi, and through a door into the back. Along the way, they passed boxes of additional lewd merchandise, posters, a shelf of DVDs, and racks of clothes before passing through another doorway. As she tagged after Jek, her heart skittered in her chest. All of the reminders of carnal pleasure, of risque fun, of sex tainted her thoughts.

Heidi wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't quite what she found. It was a small breakroom, similar to what one would find at any other business, smelling of lavender thanks to an outlet air freshener. A kitchenette area provided a counter with a microwave and a sink. A fridge took position by the sink, reminders and other memorabilia tacked onto the front with magnets. Opposite the kitchenette was a sitting area, the area denoted with a rug. The infamous futon sat in the middle of the room, clearly part of the sitting area and facing the television that hung on the wall. Other chairs and a coffee table took up the remaining empty space on the rug.

There were no scintillating posters, no pin-up calendars tacked to the wall, no sexual toys, no bowls of condoms and assorted lubes. Just a breakroom, removed from anything sexual. It was a bit of a relief to know an area not dedicated to sex existed in Strictly Pleasure.

Jek watched as Heidi looked around, not sure how she was gauging the area. He half-wondered if she was unimpressed. They had talked about the futon and made illicit little jokes, but - overall - it was just a breakroom. A breakroom where sex might have happened in the past, but one could say that about just about any breakroom. At least from Jek's perspective.

“Thanks, you really don't have to stick around with me. After everything with Travis, I just…” Under Jek’s quiet look, Heidi trailed off, struggling to find the right words. When the silence dragged on a little too long, she sighed and dropped herself onto the futon. In an effort to not meet his attention, she leaned over to slide her purse behind her foot and under the futon. “He said some things that made me self-conscious and I just didn’t want to be around a lot of people.”

As Heidi spoke, Jek shrugged off his pin-covered jacket and folded it, placing it on one of the kitchenette chairs before edging closer to the futon. Easing himself down beside her, Jek waited until Heidi sat up straight again before replying, “I don't take what fuckfaces say seriously, y’know.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re a rich and famous former rockstar and now you own your own business.” She frowned, waving her hands to indicate the store as she choked down bitter feelings and a faint burn at her eyes. While with Travis, she had relied on him. Not out of malice, but because she thought that was what lovers did. They supported each other.

She was a mom and for much of their relationship, she was trying to give Malachai the emotional support and presence he needed. Not wanting to dwell on those past tribulations, Heidi redirected the conversation toward something joking as she leaned back. “Although by owning a sex shop, you’re not exactly burdened by typical professionalism.” 

Jek snorted and turned to her, his left arm lying along the back of the futon and, consequently, her shoulders. His thumb unintentionally skirted against her, a sensation burning along his arm, through his body. Leaning a little closer to Heidi, he peered over his glasses at her. “Big words for someone sitting on my Fuck Futon.”

It was only then that Heidi realized the two of them hadn’t chosen far ends of the futon to sit on. They both sat, more or less, in the middle. His heat bled into her side, coaxing goosebumps to her skin. There was a heat between them that wasn’t simply ambient. It made each breath burn down her throat and filled her lungs with anticipation.

“As I was saying. Not burdened by typical professionalism.” Hiding the effect he had on her, Heidi smiled and shook her head, almost laughing. But her expression flickered, her eyes averting from Jek for a beat. Once again, she realized he was stuck here with her while his friends were enjoying further adult entertainment and other companions. Brief flashes of the first night in the theater antagonized her thoughts. How she had stopped before it got to anything too good. Heidi wasn’t sure the same wouldn’t happen again, given how hard her heart was already beating. She might disappoint him, if he was hoping to have a long-awaited finish.

Jek noticed how her expression changed and waited for her to say what was on her mind. As he waited, his eyes drank in Heidi’s form once again. Once more, he silently thanked whatever force convinced her to leave the hoodie at home. The swell of her breasts, her stomach, her hips all sang a siren song of temptation to him. It made his fingertips itch to touch her, to sink into her. How warm and soft she’d feel under his hand, under him. 

Clamping down on that thought, Jek tore his gaze from Heidi. Fuck, he had to pump the breaks and get himself under control. 

Misreading the tense aura cloaking him, Heidi picked at her fishnets and muttered, “If you want to go and have fun in your theater, don’t let me stop you. I’m sure I’m not more fun than whatever is happening in there.”

Heidi silenced herself as Jek waved his hand to brush off her concerns. When their eyes met again, she wanted to melt into the futon as a soft smile played across his lips. “It’s alright. I’d rather be here.” 

Relief fluttered through her, easing an unacknowledged strain from her own muscles. She couldn't exactly believe Jek was entirely alright with babysitting her, so she prodded a little further. “Most people would be eager to relive their glory days and get lucky, in the process.”

“If I went in there, my bandmates would kill me.” Jek laughed as he leaned against the back cushions, hands behind his head and his ankle crossed at his knee. He shot her a roguish grin, smile lines wrinkling at the corners of his eyes. “I’m a fan favorite.” 

As it struck her earlier in the night, Heidi got the impression he made the same pose a million times over. There was a calculated sort of carelessness around him, trying to be the unflappable cool guy. It was weirdly adorable in a way. She still couldn’t relent to the carefully crafted image. “Ah, well, pity for you, I’m not a fan.” 

Jek raised his eyebrows as he lowered his arms, his lips parting with a devilish smile as he leaned closer to her. “Wanna go into the theater and change that?” 

“Hah, nice try, but I’m still buzzed. Can’t really consent.” Without thinking, she pushed against his chest. The brief contact shot through her arm, making tingles coast down her back.

“Same, but my theater has multiple enchantments on it, including a sobering charm.” Jek let her push him back, her touch making his own heart stutter and his breath catch. Like most humans, she was small compared to him and clashing thoughts - of testing how much she could take, of coddling her - weaseled through his thoughts. 

Despite the tilt of his thoughts, his smile shifted from sharp and sexy to something more serious. “Can’t have people doing things while under the influence of anything. Goes hand in hand with the ‘no recording’ rule.”

Her eyebrows arched high, a quiet challenge glittering in her eyes. Okay, so he covered recording and inebriation, but did he take care of the most obvious and potentially long-lasting issue. “Got an active contraceptive spell too?” 

Tilting his head toward her, Jek only flashed a rakish grin in an affirmative response. Who did she think he was?

Unable to stifle her seemingly constantly delighted smile, Heidi snorted and rolled her eyes. “You really thought of everything.”

"My gram did, I just refined it and kept it up-to-date.” His shoulder lifted in a half-shrug, giving credit where credit was due. Granted, there were always new spells and enchantments or better magic users to pick from every year. He made sure to read reviews, do his homework, and keep the protocols as up-to-date as possible, though.

For a second, Heidi thought he was joking again, but the easy way he said it made her second guess herself. "Your grandmother?" 

“Yeah, she owned this store before me.” Giving another shrug, vague amusement tilted the corners of his lips upward. There was that curious gleam in Heidi’s eyes that made his stomach turn to butterflies. “I took it over when she retired, since I was looking for something out of the limelight.” 

“Why’d you even step down?” After seeing the way Jek acted that night, Heidi realized she was surprised he hadn’t continued performing well past his prime. Little hints of his capability had always slunk into view.

“Eh, well, you know the rockstar lifestyle, right?” Rubbing at the back of his neck, Jek turned his gaze away from her, looking off into a far middle distance. It had felt so long ago. Hell, it had been so long ago. Crazy nights, trashing hotel rooms and partying well into the next day. Showing up drunk to rehearsals and shows. Getting fucked up on whatever party pills or recreational drugs someone brought. It was a wonder he hadn’t died. Not to mention the people he got involved with, the scars they left.

His eyes slid back to Heidi, gauging her reaction as she thought as he wondered how much he should really tell her.

Feeling his eyes on her, Heidi could only imagine what he’d been through. No privacy, the paparazzi everywhere, and the tribulations of fame in the music industry. A lot of celebrities struggled with addictions, stalking, assault, and more. With her voice dipping with care, Heidi said, “Drugs, booze, and sex?”

“Yeah, that and more. Party hard.” The words were said with a heavy dose of dryness as he raised his fist, index and pinkie fingers extended. After shaking his hand a little bit, he dropped the gesture, his arm once more extending along the back of the futon and against the back of Heidi’s shoulders. “I cleaned up my act, kinda, when my kid was born. When our music careers were winding down, I needed something stable and something to do. Nothing too wild, but nothing too straitlaced.” 

“What about your kid’s mom?” As soon as the words were out, Heidi wanted to bite her own tongue off. Gods, that had to make her look too eager. 

Amusement glowed a little brighter in Jek’s eyes as he cocked an eyebrow. “Ah, interested in that, are you?” 

“Well, I am sitting on a Fuck Futon with you.” Shooting him a wry look, Heidi patted the futon’s cushion.

“Fair enough.” Nodding, Jek took a breath to consider how to word himself. Over the years, he had reiterated similar retellings during interviews, it shouldn’t have made his heart beat as hard as it did now. 

“Me and Ruby - Ruby Red, the singer - were on and off for years. Never really good for each other.” Jek shifted under Heidi’s attention, his lower stomach clenching. None of this was a lie. As much as he tried to make things work with Ruby, she was never committed. Lying, cheating, trying to coax him back into the party scene of drugs and alcohol. Over the years, he’d learned how to talk about it without sounding angry, without the ache of those years sinking too deep. “She didn’t want to quit touring and doing her thing, but Jade needed one of us around and Theoretical Menace was winding down.”

Vague memories bubbled up in Heidi’s mind. Ruby Red and Theoretical Menace. Her friends must have gossiped about the two musical sensations. Or maybe Heidi had just heard about them through the cultural zeitgeist over the years. Something tickled at the back of her thoughts, but her attention was more focused on Jek.

At that moment, he seemed a little less robust than previously. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked about his kid or the mother. She could have just researched it later. Still, Heidi was glad she asked. He cared about his kid, put his career aside to make sure she had what she needed. It only made Jek seem all the better. “So you quit the music life, made time for your kid, and took over your grandmother’s sex store?” 

“Well, Theoretical Menace did a few more tours when Jade got older and was fine with me being gone for stretches of time, but yeah.” Another easygoing shrug before he motioned to the room, the store, at large. “Most of my retirement has been here.”

Casting a look around at the breakroom, Heidi nodded and gave an acknowledging hum. 

“One more question,” Heidi said as she turned to Jek, smiling as he seemed to perk up beneath her gaze. Picking at the back cushion, her lips tilted into a slight teasing smile. “Is this your grandma’s Fuck Futon or…?” 

“All my idea, baby,” Jek chuckled as he shifted himself toward Heidi. He vaguely realized one of her legs curled onto the futon when she turned toward him. She was closer than he thought she was, almost tucked against his side. Almost, but not quite.

“Hate to say it,” Heidi mock frowned, pursing her lips in a way that Jek found too distracting, “but I get why you’re a fan favorite.” 

“Hate to say it? Ouch,” he gasped, holding a hand over his heart as a comically over-the-top pained look crossed his face. 

Realizing she was feeling too warm, a small voice in Heidi’s head chided her. There was no way Jek was flirting from genuine interest, just amusement. It was already clear he and his friends invited people back to Strictly Pleasure whenever they were out, wasn’t it? “I doubt you actually care that much.” 

“You’d be surprised. I am a very sensitive softie,” he laughed, waggling his eyebrows to mask how true he found the statement to be himself.

Heidi snorted, her eyes trailing conspicuously to his groin. “Yeah, you look real soft right now.”

Unable to stop himself as the path her eyes took made his insides burn, Jek leaned closer. His voice dropped low, a playful growl to his words. “Keeping looking and I won’t be.”

The gravel in his tone razed along Heidi’s back, bringing a flush to her cheeks. She couldn’t help laughing, averting her gaze to avoid seeing the smugness in his eyes. “You always have something to say, don’t you?” 

“Well, if you want to shut me up, then you should kiss me.” Immediately, Heidi’s attention snapped back to him, her eyes wide. Jek felt like the wind was knocked out of him. Shit, that was too much. And it was immature. What sort of grown man says such a thing? Pushing himself into a straighter position, giving Heidi some space, he apologetically winced. “Shit. Sorry, forget I said that.“

The blush burned too hot on her cheeks for Heidi to feel the cold disappointment ooze through her, though her stomach somersaulted. “You don’t want me to?”

Swallowing while feeling like he was on the edge of something dangerous, Jek’s gaze flickered away from Heidi before quickly returning. “I thought you were too buzzed.”

“I'm not going to regret just kissing you,” Heidi spoke before she really thought about the answer. Something about Jek’s expression, like he too was navigating waters that could buoy him or drown him, echoed in her chest. Covering her own surprise at herself, Heidi fell back to teasing and wrinkled her nose while still smiling. “Well unless you’re really bad at it. I might regret it then.”

As she unintentionally poked at his pride, Jek’s eyes narrowed. Oh, if that’s how she was going to be, he could play. Shifting until his back met the futon’s arm, Jek brought one foot up onto the cushions and braced his left elbow on his knee. His other foot remained on the floor, legs spread enough for someone - namely Heidi - to crawl between them. 

“Well, come on and find out. If you dare.” With his right hand, he motioned for her to come closer. Despite the ease Jek radiated with his eyes half-lidded and his smirk twisted behind his tusks, his heart thundered in his chest as he waited for Heidi’s reaction.

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#exophilia #exo writing #orc #orc romance #orc x human #monster #monster romance #monster man #monster x human #monster boyfriend #paranormal romance #romantasy #contemporary fantasy #romance #love story #strictly pleasure #jek #heidi #:3c #Happy Holidays from me to you #:P #Enjoy the part that wasn't supposed to be released for two more days #next part is available on Patreon tho!

[luimagines]

Another request because my brain has decided to start working somewhat the chain finding someone not from their world

This one... Is very vague. So don't mind if I take many creative liberties XD

Masterlist

Part one will include Wild, Legend and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Wild

Wild wasn't sure if he was meant to be looking at this person at the moment.

She had a high ponytail, with their quiver and shield strapped to their back. The sheath which held her sword rested at their hip, a very familiar sheikah slate was hooked on the other side.

She was blond with blue eyes and burn marks all over the side of their face in a very familiar pattern.

Wild gulped and stuck a hand out, trying to mean no harm. "Uh, hi. Why do you look like me?"

She eyes him with suspicion and slowly puts her hand in his. "I could be asking you the same thing."

"Hey Cub, have you seen- oh god there's two of them." Twilight fumbles out of the surrounding foliage. He blurts his words without thinking and points.

The girl eyes him with just as much suspicion, borderline glaring at him. Twilight shrinks back somewhat, not expecting this. "Hello...Can we help you?"

"You look familiar." She mutters and but shakes her head. "Where am I? Who are you people?"

Twilight coughs. "My name is Link and his name is Link. We're... actually not from here. But you can call me Rancher or Twilight. I respond to both. He goes by Champion or Wild. What's your name?"

She takes a step back, very purposefully looking them both up and down.. "...My name is Linkle..."

Twilight looks just as lost as Wild feels. Wild shakes his head, smacking his cheeks for good measure. He hopes that there's no triggered memory because of this. That would really bad at the moment.

"A new hero maybe?" He ventures tentatively. "We're going to have to tell the others."

She looks even more on guard. Her hand goes to rest on the hilt of her sword. "Others?"

Twilight nods, putting his hands up. "We have a group of others named Link...We're all heroes of Hyrule. Sound familiar?"

She doesn't relax but she nods. She makes no move to follow them though. "Where's Prince Zelden?"

Wild frowns. "Never heard of him....There's Princess Zelda though but she's not here right now."

Everything about her reminds him of himself but it's never been so... off. Is it because she's a girl or too similar to him? Wild cant figure it out.

He looks over Twilight as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He's getting a headache. Wild isn't sure why though. She's his look alike- Oh wait, that might be why.

Wild offers his arm like any good gentleman (Sky would be proud). "We all have questions, I'm sure. Together we can both try to figure out what's happening. Would you like to join us for lunch? I was about to start the fire."

She slowly reaches for his arm and nods. "...Yes. I'd like that actually. Thank you."

Twilight shakes his head. "I'll let the boy know we have company... Please don't set anything on fire."

"...I need to start the fire though."

"You know what I mean."

The girl next to him giggles. "I have a friend just like him. She tells me the same thing all the time."

Wild smiles. "She sounds fun."

Legend

He had to crane his neck to get a decent look at them.

They were huge, as big as a hinox. They had four arms and a massive maw full of razor sharp teeth. They has large scales on their body in a brilliant green color. The closest thing Legend could compare them to were beatle wings but they must much larger and hard as a rock.

"Admiring my armor?" They said. Their voice shook Legend to his core. Something about it spoke of power and restraint.

He finds himself nodding. "It's armor then? How do you put in on? There's no strap of anything."

They laugh. "Of course not. It's a part of my body. They've only gotten this strong because of all the times I've torn them off."

They poke their shells. It makes a small dull sound. They bring it closer for Legend to touch as well. He does, only because he has no idea what would be considered weird in this circumstance. It's smooth but warm. Solid. "Did it hurt, Sniper?"

"Of course." They pull back. "The blood is always a pain to clean up but it's necessary where I'm from. My people pick from the toughest warriors and strongest soldiers. There's someone I have my eyes on so I hope to prove myself tough enough to form a life bond."

Legend nods. He understands only the need to peacock to catch attention. He doesn't understand the rest of it.

"The Drev are a war species." They explain, as if that's an normal to say. "We pride ourselves in being unbeatable and we train our young from a young age to be a merciless on the battle field as out predecessors."

Legend finds himself only getting more freaked out by this conversation. Is this normal? Can someone call him or something? Get him out of this!

"We..." He tries to explain himself and his people. But how does he not piss off this giant behemoth of a creature?

They had met up while they were tracking down the shadow. The shadow ran out of a portal like their life depended on it and this...Drev, came out chasing him. It appears they they did enough damage to be thirsty for more.

It's unnerving.

No one really had a choice when they said they were traveling with hem now to track down the shadow and given their battle prowess... they weren't going to turn them away from that either.

"You are all soft and squishy." The drev pokes his leg. "It's incredibly you've all survived as long as you have."

They laugh and Legend is inclined to let them have their moment. Of course it's obvious that they've all had close calls. What does he even say to that?

Hyrule

Hyrule knew by this point that there were many worlds beside his own. His own world has changed so much that he could hardly recognize it outside of his own existence. It might as well be a different place entirely.

So when he comes face to face with a person who's entire bottom half is a serpentine, he's not exactly inclined to ask many questions at first.

Their eyes are bright and vibrant. Between the slits down the center and their yellow color, Hyrule finds himself drawn further into their differences.

Their tail is black with orange bands. Similar scales trail up their uncovered torso and over their joints and arms. Their hands are completely covered by the scales and end with razor sharp black tinted claws. The scales become more patchy by their neck, face and hairline and end when long black hair starts to grow out of their scalp.

Hyrule seems to focus more on the their face, trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible. It only polite to hold relative eye contact. "Hello."

They slither away, crouching lower to the ground.

The others shout and cry out from just behind him. The creature has made itself known but apparently by mistake.

"Hyrule! Are you hurt?" Warrior calls out, running with his weapon out.

Hyrule forces himself to his feet. The sight of the new being has left him a little unsteady, but he doesn't want them to attack for no reason. "I'm ok! We're all good here!"

That gets them to slow down at least.

Legend makes it to him first with the help of his pegasus boots. Hyrule is tackled into a hug and pushed behind the other hero. "What on earth?"

"This is new to you too?"

"I've never seen anyone like them."

They slither back even farther and start going up a tree.

"Wait!" Hyrule moves away form Legend, even putting his hand on the outstretched blade to lower it. "Don't go away! We won't hurt you."

"But will they hurt us?" Warrior slide in, also holding his weapon.

"They didn't even do anything!" Hyrule tries to defend. "We just crashed together, that's all."

"Looked more like an ambush to me."

The snake being pulls themself higher into the tree, never taking their eyes off of the young boys as they begin to gather around.

Hyrule bounces his knee nervously and coughs. "Do you have a name?"

The person tilts their head and looks to the rest of them.

Legend clicks his tongue. "Do they even speak?"

"....Kara."

The entire group stills.

"My name is Kara."

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #I'm going to make so many new characters #and keep none of them #are they aliens? from a different universe? alternate versions of them? #it's going to depend #i'm going to have to pull out all the stops lol #the drev are from starr-fall-knight-rise #they write for humans are space orcs #and they have an ongoing story and i love it #i might add their Vrull later... but I feel like that would be cheating XD #but go check them out if you're into that fandom

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Zorroku and Peaches Part 18- Finalle

This was originally supposed to be just a little rework to "fix up" this little old story of mine. I didn't think it would get a complete overhaul, but here we are.

Thank you so much for reading. I'll try to link what used to be the old parts to the old version of the story in the masterlist.

Zorroku and Peaches 

Chapter 18

It took a few weeks to finally get to the clearing to see how it had been transformed into a proper outdoor feasting site. And it had been up for the unification festival beautifully.

Mama Arob had portaled all the magic practicing persons as well as get practically a whole herd of cows gathered and butchered as every cook in all three clans set up stalls to prepare all the food as soon, all kinds of clans all came and gathered for it. 

And it seemed, word of your victory in the arena had traveled just as far as the invitations had. As well as the list of what was yours in every sense. More and more people were eager to meet you. Because while Grace had all the looks, you apparently, had the talent and the better gifts, both spiritually, and physically. You had thought that word of you adopting two sons and three daughters would have deterred many. But- quite the opposite happened. As many who had children used them to meet you and your children to see if they could at least be friendly with each other. And, because all the kids had accidentally drank your breastmilk, their own hair started to turn just slightly auburn red, as if they had been born to you anyway. You feared that Zorroku too- that his black hair would turn red, for he got to consume more of it than anyone besides Ori, who’s own hair too had started to turn more and more red too. As even the wolves and mountain lions had seemed to slowly turn red as well. 

But Mama Arob said that your milk would simply affirm your children as yours as well as your pets. And really conjoin you as a couple. 

The treasure pile for your hand, just among Thunder Herd and Mountain Blizzard- grew so tall and massive, that Jaseeneh gifted her largest tent to pitch over it to cover it all as there were guards from both clans and White Rock all guarding it, both inside and outside as the three saplings were put into a special glass case to show them off- as you gave the key to Bully for safekeeping. The larger it grew, the more numerous the gifts to it became and the more creative they had to get to stack it all together. The case holding th perfume tree, the dragon heart tree and the honey jasmine tree were not only center stage as proof that you had such things to offer when you first entered it. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to get emancipated?” Zorroku asked Bullard that morning as they went through the space and got breakfast from one of the food vendors.

“I’m absolutely sure. I still have a lot to learn and a lot of growing to do.” Bully insisted before Cleo came over. 

“Hi Bebe!” Cleo greeted first with a hug. 

“Hey! You made it.” Bebe smiled happily as she hugged Cleo tight. 

“So? Did you make your decision about getting emancipated early?” She asked Bully. 

“Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss this for anything.” She grinned before she let go of Bebe so she could give Cece a hug.

“Hi Cece! How are you guys?” Cleo asked as she hugged Cece second before giving a hug to Bully too. 

“Yes, I decided not to. Granted it’s gonna put that much more pressure on my dad but he’s strong enough to bear it. I think I’ll stay under my parent’s protective wings as long as I can. My fledgling feathers are coming in. Just not ready to fly the nest yet.” He answered. 

“That’s the best decision I think you could have possibly taken.” Cleo answered with a nod and smile of approval. 

“What about you?” He asked. 

“My father said he’d agree to accept potential offers, and I still have the freedom to accept or decline any as they make themselves apparent, and that I can accept offers but should not agree to any at all tonight, which all of my parents agree, however, there are still a few of my half sisters who are- obviously, putting themselves on official marriage market today.” She noted as she nodded over to her rather scantily clad older sisters. Who, despite being scantily clad were not scantily armed. 

“So, I am actually hoping I could spend the day with you guys and just…stay out of the fray?” She asked hopefully. 

“Of course, you’re always more than welcome to hang out with us.” Bully said before he looked hopefully to Zorroku who was just coming back to them with breakfast from one of the vendors. 

“What’s going on?” Zorroku asked as he put the various dishes down on the table. 

“My older sisters are putting themselves on the marriage market today and I don’t want to hang out with them and for anyone to think I am too. But I don’t want to “cramp” my other brother’s styles either. So I was hoping to just hang out with you guys?” Cleo repeated. 

“Of course, you’re always welcome to do that.” He grinned before she readily sat down between Bebe and Cece as they invited her to sit between them to eat what Zorroku had gotten for them all to share. 

“Otherwise, I too, should not try to test my fledgling feathers out just yet either. At least for another few years.” She continued to Bully once she had sat down. 

“Good idea.” He smiled happily. 

“I heard that your dragon heart tree bloomed.” She noted to them. 

“Yeah, ever since we moved them to that shower, all three of them have grown like crazy.” Bebe noted. 

“I heard that when plants like that bloom that they mean something, is that true?” Bully asked from his spot across from her before her cheeks flushed prettily. 

“Uhm, to the mouras- who have an unusually strong relationship to trees, and view them as sacred- yes.” She answered delicately. 

“Well what about you? Do they mean anything to you?” He asked. 

“Uhm, well, you see my mom is only half moura and so I’m really only a quarter moura, so um, to me, they’re just um, they’re just trees.” She tried to deflect. 

“That’s a ‘yes but I’m sensitive about it,’.” Bebe grinned. 

“Yeah…but it…really shouldn’t matter, there are really much bigger things going on today to worry about some flowers on some trees in your care.” She tried to deflect. 

“Did you see them yourself?” He asked. 

“No, not yet.” She shook her head no. 

“When we’re done eating, do you want to see?” Bully asked. 

“You should go now, before there’s a line.” Zorroku urged them. 

“Yeah, let’s go see.” Cleo caved before Bully and Bebe and Cece went to see it while Fabu stayed with Zorroku to keep eating what he had gotten for him. 

“Wow.” Cleo breathed in awe when she was let in to see it before she came up to the case where all three saplings were displayed. 

“Would it be ok if I add something to the case for display purposes only?” She asked Bully. 

“Sure.” He nodded. 

“Dragon heart trees should not bloom by themselves. They need buddies.” She insisted as she went to grab her own before Bully picked it up himself. 

“Oh, thank you.” She thanked him before he walked with her back and sniffed all the blooms that were blooming around his face as he walked before they returned and used his key to the case to open it up and put it in with the other. 

“Thank you for being so thoughtful and letting us borrow it.” He thanked her once he put it with the other, behind the first one. 

“You’re welcome.” She smiled fondly as she kept her gaze between them and the plants, ignoring everything else before others came in and gawked at the plants and walked around the treasure pile as the guards escorted them around it. 

“We should go before they think that we’re part of this.” Cleo encouraged them quietly after she traced the blooms through the glass of the case of the honey jasmine lime tree before Bebe and Cece turned to walk out of there, as Cleo reluctantly tried to turn away from the case before she found her hand being held by Bully before he moved it to the crook of his own elbow as he walked her out.

“You’re dragon heart flowers smelled really good.” He managed to compliment. 

“Thanks. They surprised me by coming early this year. But it’s like they knew that yours were about to bloom too and would need a friend. You can keep my tree with yours while they bloom. It will help all the blooms to fruit.” She offered as she gestured to them. 

“Oh, awesome.” He nodded in understanding. 

“Would you look at that?! There’s two dragon heart trees! And they’re both blooming! That means that the union will be very fruitful! And with two trees, each with so many blooms, that’s at least a dozen kids! Oh she will be very blessed!” One of the others noted which caused Bully and Cleo to pause as he looked from the person who said it to Cleo questioningly. 

“Yeah, that’s um…that’s what that can mean- for those who look for a meaning.” Cleo divulged as she dropped her gaze down but blushed harder. 

“Is that what it means to you?” He asked. 

“Well, they’re just…they’re so young and it’s still, just, so early for both of them. And of course, yours is planted in remarkable soil and wonderful growing conditions, every sapling would benefit from those circumstances and would be encouraged to bloom and blossom, even for being as young as they are.” She tried to explain away. 

“So, what other “encouragement” can I give?” Bully asked. 

“Hmm?” Cleo asked as she finally looked up at him from being partially turned to still see the saplings in the case. 

“Oh, um, encouragement, um, just, keep doing what you’ve been doing. I’m sure that will be fine for the saplings.” Cleo added as she seemed to have caught up with what he said. 

“What encouragement can I give you?” He decided to restate. 

“Oh! You, I, uh, we, you, I mean I…” Cleo stuttered and stammered as she flushed nearly midnight as her whole brain short circuited from the implications of his words before he dipped his head to kiss her sweetly and she melted and seemed to pull him closer to her before he pulled away to find his arm had wrapped around her waist as her hand had fisted into his shirt before she let her hand simply smooth out what she had grabbed. 

“That…that works.” She answered before she used her free hand to get into her pocket and get the piece of paper and hand it to him. 

“Just in case you had chosen to get emancipated. So, when um, when you’re ready for um, more of that, um, yeah.” She stuttered before he smiled and traded a folded piece of paper over to her. 

“Likewise.” He grinned as she eagerly grabbed it and opened it as he did the same. 

“Yeah, um, let me get my pen.” She said as she dug into her purse and got her pen to sign her name as he then took her pen to do the same. 

“Ok, yeah, so um, can we just for today, try to…?” She began to ask. 

“Keep it discreet?” He guessed. 

“Yes.” She nodded before he leaned forward to kiss her forehead as she blew out a breath of relief and melted again. 

“Yes.” He nodded before she stood on tip toe to kiss him again. 

“Thank you.” She thanked him before more people came into the tent and she and him got out of there and rejoined the others at the table as you had come over to the table to try to eat breakfast.

“Hey, thank you so much for putting your dragonheart tree with mine for today.” You thanked her once you saw her coming over with Bully. 

“Of course, all Dragon Heart Trees do best when they’re with others.” She smiled happily as she sat down next to Bully to continue to dig into the foods Zorroku had gathered. 

However, as the afternoon progressed, and you were called away from your family to meet others as they came to the site before the unification celebration- Mama Arob as well as all the other magical practicing persons came to you with some grave news and Mama Arob showed you- on her cauldron’s surface, that The Infamous Hand Clan, The Berserker Clan, and The Nightmare Mammoth Clan were coming as well and that they would surround everyone and kill everyone if you didn’t choose to go with them that night. And they were coming in numbers to succeed in that quest. But you got an idea and it played out on the surface of all the cauldrons before you even had to say a word.  

“You are brilliant, Child.” Mama Arob grinned in amazement as she and the others then began to work extra hard on special spells to make your idea reality. Usually one magical practicing person wouldn’t have enough magic to pull it off on their own but because there was 15 of them, combined, it was more than enough and they were all amazed at how your body was able to bear it all, but they also knew that your noble heart and good intentions were more than enough to convince your body that it was strong enough to bear it. 

You wore the dress you hated, that you felt made you look like a whore, but had put on a pretty dress over it, to make it look richer and nicer. 

But now, you were wearing it with a purpose, you had to draw the three triplet Clan Chief’s in along with everyone else. You had to look like the prize they all envisioned you to be. Mama Arob dusted you in special gold dust, while it would be harmless as long as you thought happy and harmless thoughts, the moment they turned sinister, the dust would then glow before it killed, you had to make sure each warchief touched you. Another one painted your lips blood red, again, while you thought happy and harmless thoughts, it was perfectly safe, you could kiss Ori all over if you wanted to and it would never hurt her. But kiss the triplet warchiefs, it was another layer of deadly poison. Still another put ribbons of gold in your hair, it made your hair particularly gorgeous and soft, so much so that everyone would want to touch it and keep touching it because it was softer than silk. And so on and so forth. Each one blessed your body and your beauty and your voice and your hands and gave you ability, after ability, after ability- with a wicked fun twist even if it was only temporary as even the dragon spirit was harnessed and ready to devour at the slightest provocation. 

Soon after you nursed Ori so she wouldn’t be hungry again until after the celebration as she fell asleep in your arms and you passed her to Zorroku to continue to hold her for the rest of the night along with the rest of your children who stayed with Zorroku so that you could be “courted” by the others tonight. 

Bullard Junior too, was approached with offers for his hand- when the time would be right for him to accept them by others. But it seemed, Cleo was always with Bebe and Cece close by. As he accepted them with grace, he kept repeating that he was too young, and that he wanted to wait until he was 12, as per the custom of all three clans. As he simply put them into a satchel for safekeeping until then, as he didn’t even bother to open or read the others, but would simply give a reassuring grin to Cleo after each one left as she did her best not to hang all over him but stay closer to Bebe and Cece as they invited for her to stay the night, which she readily agreed to have them spend the night with her, just in case you needed “privacy” tonight. 

And as much as you personally hated the distance, it was for a purpose and that purpose was proving very fruitful and beneficial. As soon a second tent had to be erected and joined to house all of the treasure. 

Zorroku seemed to juggle all the kids remarkably well, which was easier when they seemed to stay around him like chicks to a mother hen as soon your younger sisters stayed close to also stay close to Bully, Bebe and Cece and Fabu too.

Soon your sister Lilly and yourself became inseparable, taking in each clan who came in as her tent of treasures was opposite yours. Not nearly as big, but still, big enough to impress any and all who came. 

Slowly, then all at once, all the clans started to arrive and the band on the stage began to play their music as others danced in the area in front of the band before the sea of tables and lanterns that were built just for tonight, a task the Black Wolf White Rock Clan and the Thunder Herd Clan as well as Mountain Blizzard Clan had undertaken for the month leading up to tonight. 

Lilly and yourself greeted each clan happily and very respectfully and explained everything that was going on, shaking all the Clan Chief’s hands and their sons hands and hugging and kissing all the Clan Chieftesses and Warchieftesses and their daughters cheeks affectionately since you knew them best and had befriended them from the previous alliance feasts. 

You both talked with each clan’s own Shaman as they got a good sense of you and and her and smiled brighter when they realized you had more magic imbued into you than they did. Then they would no doubt move on to talk with Crowthu and Khagra about alliances before they went over to the magical practicing persons and they showed what you wanted them to show with teases of how their clan would become great if they could manage to bring you home that night. 

The number 1 question you both got asked was ‘What will it take for you to come home with us tonight?’ and your answer was always the same- ‘Make me an offer I can’t refuse.’ 

But by that token, you both took the opportunity to list off what Crowthu had offered you in the beginning and what you had experienced in the Thunder Herd Clan’s care and at Mountain Blizzard in Avlar. But specifically about how everything that was gifted you stayed yours and how you were going to be Clan Cheiftess no matter which son you would choose and how no one had ever touched you without your consent or beat you or raped you or your adopted children and that no one ever would and that you were servant to no one. 

You left the Clan Chiefs and their Warchiefs to think it over and to decide if they wanted to put in a bid for you or if they wanted to put in a bid for Lilly or any of the other daughters of the Clan Chiefs and Warchiefs. And with so many other clans there that night and with each whole Clan Chief family and extended family from all three clans as well as all the others- being there- there was a lot to choose from as you all seemed to take up “Bride Alley”. Each of you in front of the tents around your belongings and treasure for your hand. 

However, every Clan Chief put in bids for you and bids in for the other daughters of the Clan Chiefs and Warchief’s. Which the others were thrilled and so happy they now had sole control over such a thing rather than any one else deciding for them. Soon, the food and wine and beer was flowing and everyone was relaxed and enjoying the feast. And then soon your treasure pile was enormous and even bigger than what Mama Arob had showed thanks to the extra clans that had come. 

And just as you felt like you needed yet a third tent, you felt the air shift and a shivering, ice cold tingle went down your spine and a stone seemed to settle in your gut and make it knot and twist uncomfortably. You knew The Infamous Hand Clan, The Berserker Clan, and The Nightmare Mammoth Clan were closing in and surrounding everyone and you sent the message down the alley as others immediately closed the tents and left, so that it would not look like they were available to who was coming. Except for Lilly and yourself, if anything, you had them open some of the walls of the tents so that more could see what was there in between a legion who was now surrounding such treasures. 

You steeled your nerve and alerted Zorroku and the others as your mother took Ori and your kids and kept them with her so that Zorroku could stand with you. Lilly was soon surrounded by her most prominent pursuers since she knew the three enemy clans had not come for her, but for you. But she did not wish to leave you on your own either. 

You walked over to the magic practicing people to get reapplied with the traps before you walked over to the opening of the main treasure tent and stood and braced yourself and smiled bravely as the other clans soon noticed who was strutting into the party, carrying chains to dozens of slaves behind them as Zorroku and his brothers and cousins soon came and stood behind you in solidarity and support. 

“Greetings!” You called out welcoming-ly, with the poise of a proper queen as you stood tall and proud and the closer they came, the more you realized they were, unfortunately, fucking gorgeous. Holy shit. But you had to remind yourself that while they were handsome, their hearts were ugly and their attitudes were hideous and then one by one they introduced themselves. 

“I am Umog, Clan Chief of The Infamous Hand Clan.” The first introduced himself. 

“It is an honor to meet you Clan Chief Umog.” You greeted respectfully back with a low bow. 

“And I am Yukha, Clan Chief of The Berserker Clan, brother to Warchief Umog.” The second introduced himself. 

“It is an honor to meet you as well Clan Chief Yukha.” You greeted back as you turned to face him fully and bowed low again.

“And I am Gunag, Clan Chief of The Nightmare Mammoth Clan, also brothers to them too.” The last introduced himself. 

“And it is an honor to meet you too Clan Chief Gunag, you honor me greatly by coming tonight to this feast of unity.” You began as you bowed low to him too, all of them grinning smugly at the sign of deep respect. 

“We took offense that you did not invite us personally, it is when we intercepted this invitation during a raid that we came to know of this.” Warchief Yukha growled as he held up the invitation, still covered in blood. 

“Then please forgive me My Lords, that was a grave mistake on my part for that oversight- the blame solely rests on me. Please allow me to make things right. You are here now and please know that you are just as welcome here as any and all the other clans. {lease, eat and drink and be merry. Tonight is when I will choose a husband, you are welcome to go over to the magical practicing persons and see your future if I choose you and behind me is the purse that all the other clans have put in- in bids for my hand. You are more than welcome to make offers and bids for me and any other free young woman you see tonight but know that only the young women themselves hold the power to accept or refuse you without retaliation on your part. And since this is a unity feast, you may enter into alliance with any clan you wish tonight to bolster the strength of your own clan as well. This large purse is what I can offer you tonight, you may write down what you can offer me in return.” You offered as you held out the pieces of paper to them but they simply took the pieces of paper and crumpled it up and threw it onto the ground.

“Our offer is you choose one of us or we have the entire party surrounded and we will kill every male here, their blood- giving you more than enough blood for your blood ivory tree-  and take every female as our new slaves but you will be ruler of them all if you prove yourself capable to us. Here are a few of the tens of thousands we possess.” They said as they yanked their slaves forward and you went over and inspected them. 

“I see.” You began as you touched their bruises and cuts, your touch healing them as you did so. Before the three Clan Chiefs saw your healing touch and grabbed your wrists and brought you over to them. 

“Do not waste such gifts on slaves, you stupid woman! Heal us instead.” They demanded and you obeyed, touching their scars and their hands and immediately new fingers grew and they began to feel healed as they held you close to them, their hands roaming your body as the other clans watched in horrified jealousy because you had not permitted anyone else to touch you besides hugs and handshakes before then. 

“Would you permit me to kiss you to taste you to help me determine who I should pick?” You flirted coyly with them and got to kiss all three of them and fought not to vomit into their mouths as Zorroku was holding onto his own battle axes so tightly his knuckles were white before you stood back and appraised them, all of them grinning smugly as their bodies were covered in so much gold dust, it rivaled yourself. 

“I choose...death.” You announced with a wicked grin as the dragon spirit practically came pouring out of every feature and her bright, fire eyes lit up brighter than any bonfire ever could be because it was her time to shine. Everywhere that their bodies touched you as well as your own body began to glow bright gold then white as the gold dust then started to burn them alive, leaving their armor untouched as it fell off of them as if they had become ghosts themselves before it burned through their clothes as the kisses you gave them began to eat their faces and necks to keep them from screaming. 

The dragon spirit magically lifted them high into the air, hundreds of feet above everyone and she stomped your foot and white lights raced all throughout the ground, everyone jumping up in alarm as the white lights on the ground spread out, except for your kids, who giggled and happily let their bare feet touch the grass as the dragon spirit’s light seemed to magically flow up their legs and form suits of armor around each of them too, including Cleo, and other members of your family. Even Zorroku and little Ori got such treatment. 

The streams split off and multiplied and then lifted all those in all three enemy clans up above the trees, all of them flailing, dropping their weapons on the ground as the white lights seemed to hold them in magical chains as their armor and all that was on them fell from them too, thankfully landing on the ground underneath them so as not to hurt anyone else as you lifted them so high everyone could see them before you turned each one into a firework, starting with the three Clan Chiefs. 

Everyone oohed and awed at the beauty of them and when the last one burst of them exploded everyone cheered as the dragon spirit, took their essences and refortified the saplings. Including Cleo’s in the case, making he soil- extra rich in their blood before she retreated into you, her nearly drunken state of having killed off so many, made her nearly stagger and giggle in a blood drunk stupor before she all but collapsed into the recess you had created for her inside yourself once you and your family and everyone else was safe. 

You went up to all their slaves and touched their bonds so that they fell off from them and greeted them kindly and assured and reassured them that no harm would come to them and healed them and brought them over to the servant’s food tent and made sure they all started eating and would be taken care of. All of them pleading to be your personal slaves which you kindly corrected that if they wanted to, they could be your servants but that you would not keep slaves, only servants. And that you would pay them and treat them all very well. Which they then swore their unending loyalty to you personally, which you accepted. Once they were squared away, you retreated to your treasure tent, and asked for the tent flaps to be closed and everything else to be secured. 

Zorroku slipped in- seemingly unseen- with you as you were finally reunited with him and just let him hold you for a few moments in the tent that had lanterns alight to keep the treasures seen.  

“You ok?” He asked worriedly as he held you as close as he could and kept an eye out and an ear out for anyone else.  

“No, that was terrifying. I was ready to vomit and start shaking in terror the whole time, I never want to do anything like that ever again.” You confessed as you buried your face into his chest and inhaled his now familiar and comforting scent deep into your lungs and clung to him and tried not to cry. 

“Don’t worry, I would never ask or expect you to, that was far too close to danger than I ever want you to be ever again.” Zorroku murmured which made you both smile softly.

“Thank you. I love you.” You whispered before you kissed him soundly, letting his taste replace the vile taste in your mouth the three enemy Clan Chiefs had left. but with promise and was a kiss you actually thoroughly enjoyed. 

“I love you too. Come on, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get our family back together.” Zorroku whispered back before you had to pull yourselves away from each other and attend to the rest of your guests.  

“And that’s what happens when you touch me or kiss me if I don’t want you to.” You explained to the other Clan Chiefs and Warchief’s and their families when they asked you how you managed to defeat all three clans like that, before you let them in on the secret that all the magical practicing people told you that they were coming and so you had prepared yourself accordingly. And that the spirits inside you- too kept yourself and your family safe from harm. And that you took offense to the way all three of those clans treated their women. To which they realized how powerful you really were and then added more things to their lists of what to offer you as well as realized that they would have to change their own attitudes towards women as well, moving forward. 

Then, finally, came the announcements of who was accepted by the brides, starting with the “least” of them, leading up to Lilly and then yourself. 

Lilly announced that Kakazi had won her hand when she read his offer. 

When it came time for you to choose someone you had all those who were competing for you- you had them all get up on the stage with their lists, having to take groups at a time as you publicly read each offer, your voice magically amplified so that everyone could hear you easily without you having to yell or scream. 

The whole crowd cheered as each clan and their rival clans offers were read and you picked out a few from each group who’s offers were the best out of everyone else’s, saving Crowthu’s sons, Nar and Zorroku for the last group along with the other few you had already chosen, Nar and Zorroku being the last two in the line as you re-read all the other offers first. Their offers beginning to sound all the same. ‘Warchieftess now, Clan Chieftess in the near future, the clan’s head shaman, revered as a goddess, sole control over everything that was yours, the Clan Chief’s second in command and lead counselor. Number one wife among all other wives with your children always being favored and even daughters that you would bear would all be recognized and never sold or traded.’ great honors and offers indeed. 

Then you got to read Nar’s offer for the first time. “So here is what Nar, youngest son of Clan Chief Crowthu of The Great Thunder Herd Clan offers me.” You began as you unrolled it and placed it on the stack of other offers and smiled when you looked it over before you read it aloud. 

“To be his best friend first and foremost before ever being his lover, to be his one and only wife, to never raise his hands at me in anger, to never raise his voice to me in anger either. To never hurt me or harm me in any way. To always let me win, no matter the argument, to lead him in life, to always listen to my council and obey my words of wisdom. And all 12 of his horses. Awww.” You awed when you read it and put the paper over your heart and held it to your chest before you raised it high in the air. 

“Ok, this is now the number one offer, because he knows I’m a romantic at heart and this is very, very close to everything I’ve ever wanted and this is becoming an offer I find really, really hard to refuse.” You announced as all the other men of all the other clans suddenly groaned and started cursing as they realized they had offered the wrong kind of terms. 

You looked back over the line of potentials and all of them were in various stages of regret as they realized you hadn’t answered their question, you had simply told them what was offered to you, you never said that you wanted what was offered and they never thought to ask if what was offered was what you wanted and realized their mistake but one of the rules were once you had their offer, it couldn’t be retracted and changed once you took it. 

All the women and girls gasped and started laughing gleefully because you were living the dream. All of them secretly wanted those kinds of terms too but were often discouraged by their male counterparts from wanting them because they were “silly” and “non-consequential”. But now that you pushed that those terms were now important, that gave the freedom and the right to demand those too and that they were only allowed to agree to terms after you agreed to yours.  

“Now, this is Zorroushku, first born of Warchief Crowthu of The Great Thunder Herd Clan, and first born son of Sharnarrah the Magnificent, daughter of Dowager Clan Chieftess Jaseeneh of the Mountain Blizzard Clan, Lets see what you offer me.” You announced as he simply smiled at you adoringly and handed over his offer as you looked it over and realized it was written on the front and back and started to cry a few happy tears when you realized he had written it in Ragesh. 

And Mama Arob used her magic to show the paper up on the screen next to you. And so you read it before you translated it into the common tongue so everyone could understand what you read, your family however were already very moved as Mama Arob then used magic to translate the words into the common tongue so everyone could read it. 

“He offers me... his whole heart, mind and soul. To share his future with me. To be one with me for as long as we both shall live. To walk beside me through life- hand in hand, arm in arm, to be his one and only love, one and only wife for as long as he lives and his fidelity that he will never lie with another other than me. That he will be loyal to me in all things. To be the mother of his daughter from his first beloved wife who was lost in bearing it to him. And be a father to any child who I would call mine. And be the father to every other child I would ever claim as my own. And even if I can not bear any, to never ask me to risk my life in trying anyway, that no gift I could ever give him is worth my life, which is precious above all else. That he will adopt any and all other children I would want until I was satisfied as a mother.” You smiled as you read it off through your happy tears. 

“And in turn he would never risk his own life getting me any gifts because he shares my views that life is sacred and shouldn’t be sacrificed for such things. That everything he has and everything he is- he will share without reserve. That he will always love me wholly and completely, knowing I am not perfect and will make mistakes. But he will always be forgiving me and the mistakes without judgment or resentment and with loving forgiveness - if I will return the favor.” You continued. 

“To treat me as his equal in regards to respect in all things. But to try his best to be gentle, kind and loving with me always. To never underestimate me, and to always believe me. To do his best to please me in all things, to be patient with me in all things, and to consider all things with me first. To discuss all problems and to be patient in finding solutions rather than blaming. To take care of me, not just physically but mentally, emotionally and especially spiritually. To be my best friend first and my husband and father to our children second. And that all he asks in return is my whole heart, mind and soul. My own fidelity, my own loyalty, respect and obedience as a wife first, a mother second, and anything and everything else to follow. To tell him what is on my mind and heart, and he will do the same. He vows he will be unreservedly honest if I will be the same. To never let us go to bed angry with us each other, and to share all that I am and all that I have with him in return and that all things will simply be ‘ours’.” You read as tears continued to run down your cheeks and your voice got choked with emotion but your happiness was practically beaming out of you. 

“And this is the offer that I can not refuse, I choose you.” You announced as you reached out and got his hand and raised your joined hands as high as you could before he picked you up bridal style as everyone cheered, all the Clan Chieftesses, Warchieftesses and daughters of every clan cheering the loudest as he finally kissed you soundly. 

“And to stop dropping you and startling you so bad you slip and fall or hurt yourself.” Zorroku offered with a laugh once you broke for air which made you throw your head back and laugh with him. 

“Oh my gods, yes please! That should have been first on the list.” You cackled as he finally put you back down and got off the stage so the band could get back on it and continue to play their music before you finally got to get Ori back, kissing her all over her now chubby cheeks and hugged her tightly, having missed her all evening as she hugged you tight and laid on your chest, happy to have her mommy back as you did the same with your kids as you even hugged Cleo and thanked her for staying with your kids to keep them company, along with your little sisters. 

The treasure tents were then locked down and surrounded with a high barrier. Zorroku’s brothers and cousins standing guard over it for the night. Cleo took your kids with her to her yurt. 

Zorroku led you your own dual yurt, as the two had been rebuilt to incorporate both into one larger structure. He let you put Ori to sleep first, making sure she was put into her bassinet by the bed and fully and completely asleep before Zorroku tried to get you out of your dress, both of you drunk with laughter as you both tried to peel it off of you. 

“Fuck, were you sewn into this?” Zorroku asked as he tried tugging it off but it was like it was glued to your body. 

“It feels that way huh?” You giggled as you tried wriggling out of it but the curves you had gained since you wore it last meant that it was even tighter than before but it had made your body look like an hourglass and had everyone looking at you lusting after you. Zorroku however could only grow playfully jealous but knew you were all his and that from this night on you would dress modestly for his sake, which he greatly appreciated.  

“Fuck it, I’m gonna have to cut it off, you’re never going to wear this dress again.” Zorroku realized with a playful growl, pretending to bite at the dress to rip it apart with his teeth while giving you a licentious look which caused you to squeal and laugh but not so loud as to wake up Ori. He got a very small but very sharp knife and very, very carefully cut the dress off, both of you breathing in relief when it was finally off of you and both of you gleefully picked it up and put it into the raised metal fire pit next to you that was warming the bedroom chamber.  

“There you are.” Zorroku cooed to you as he finally gathered you into his arms and gently picked you up and set you into the bed and you got to watch him peel his own clothes off which normally would have been exciting all on it’s own but thanks to the aphrodisiac incense burning, it only amplified your own feelings for him, your whole body humming and buzzing in delightful arousal and giddy anticipation.  

“Gods are you magnificent. You’re like a god carved out of blue marble and I need to pray at your alter daily, perhaps multiple times a day.” You flirted when he was finally bared to you, his cock hard enough to pound through iron as you knew you would never get tired of the sight of him. You also knew that tonight was your half way point in your cycle and that hopefully he would get you pregnant either tonight or tomorrow night.

“Really?” Zorroku asked as he flexed for your benefit and you felt your whole body flush and your womanhood drench the bed as you made the weakest sounding keen and nearly drooled on yourself as you literally had to fan yourself which got Zorroku to beam a proud smile at you, loving the fact that you were so pleased with him and were so affected by him. He didn’t need the aphrodisiac incense, you had had this affect on him since the beginning. Just a look his way from you or his lingering gaze on you or even an innocent and not so innocent touch and caress from you and from him to you in turn was enough to get him this hard and he had been hard for you most of the day, thankfully he was able to conceal it. 

“And you’re my goddess carved out of Ivory and I’ll pray as often as you want me to.” Zorroku returned in a deep rumble of a purr as he finally stalked forward and finally covered your body with his, your legs parting eagerly as they wrapped around his waist and just kissed him earnestly as he covered you both in blankets. Then he aligned himself with your entrance and slowly then all at once entered you. You had to cry out because while it hurt, it was still all you wanted. You clung to him as he stilled and allowed you to get used to him. But once you did and he finally started to move, then the pleasure came and in abundance and all you could do was moan as loud as you wanted.

 Zorroku finally let himself do the same, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head because you felt better than he had imagined and to feel all of himself sheathe into you was a pleasure he was not expecting but loved and adored. And when he was completely inside, the head of his cock pushed up against the top of your cervix. 

He made love to you the way he had wanted to since he first met you because while his dreams and visions of you were good, this was so much better. You were so much better. Especially when your lower belly bulged like you were already pregnant which stirred such deep feelings into Zorroku. He was nearly overwhelmed as he made love to you over and over again, both of you finally collapsing well into the early predawn hours, spent but supremely sated before you got Ori back out of her bassinet and you both cuddled each other and her in bed, Zorroku’s arm providing the best pillow for you while your arm was a pillow for Ori before you and Zorroku finally fell asleep. 

That night in your dreams however you found yourself sitting down to tea in a mountain cave turned home across from Sharn The Magnificent herself on the Cipher plane, where dreams met the afterlife. 

“Hello.” Sharn greeted you in Ragash as she handed you a tea cup. 

“Hello.” You returned as you took it from her and began to sip it, it tasted amazing as she drank from her own tea cup as she sized you up.  

“So you’re the Queen of Peaches who won my son’s heart.” Sharn gently teased you, her smile charming and her tone light and not malicious at all. You snorted a laugh and she laughed with you. You can not help but note how gorgeous she was and how modest and humble yet supremely dignified she was too. Only her braids gave away that she had ever been Clan Chieftess.   

“Yeah...I guess I am.” You conceded. 

“And you are Sharnarrah The...” you began before she cut you off. 

“Just Sharn- Bella.” She corrected you gently and you nodded in understanding. 

“My whole life I spent building up a title and a reputation. And in the end, I had a hard time living up to it.” Sharn revealed and you nodded sagely again in understanding. 

“It caused me division, hatred and jealousy just as much as it brought me honor and fame. I hope your title only brings you the later.” She bid you. 

“Thank you.” You thanked her graciously. 

“I must also thank you for taking to my granddaughter like you have, your kind heart has saved her life.” Sharn thanked you. 

“It has been an honor becoming her mother. I would do it a thousand times over. I love her, as much as I love your son, if not more so.” You professed and she simply smiled more proudly at you. 

“There are times I wish your mother would have stayed with me, I could have used a friend in the Thunder Herd Clan, or even stayed in Avlar, because I could have had her with me then too. But it seems fate had other ideas. And now that things have played out, I’m happy your mother chose as well as she did and has given my son- you. I know you love him and I know you will be good to him and take care of him and bear him many children and that is all I could ever ask for and I know that my son loves you in turn and will do the same for you. But I have a favor to ask of you.” She began. 

“Anything.” You returned, eager to hear her words of wisdom. 

“You will be Warchieftess when you awake, and you will soon be Clan Chieftess, with every honor. Remain humble yet dignified. It was how I behaved when I was Clan Chieftess and it endeared me to my husband and it will endure you not just to Zorroushku, but to the whole clan in turn and in the seven cities. There will be many women who may try to topple you and try to steal Zorroushku away. Remain vigilant and as close to him as a hand is to a glove, and he will wear your affections like armor for his heart.” She sagely advised.  

“You will be looked up to- as the example- to all. And this will weigh heavy upon you but do not bear this burden alone. Zorroushku will help you carry it and in turn you will help him carry his own burdens. Never lose your closeness to him. For such things are a precious treasure without equal. I have worried about him since I’ve been parted from him but now I can rest easy and be at peace knowing he is taken care of thanks to you. And I know your brother Dastan will be good to Glasha as well. She is a bit of a silly girl but I know he will help her and I know Ryzen has fallen in love with Marn and I know he will be good to her too. I know Crowthu misses me greatly and you have helped him a great deal but continue to help him.” Sharn advised you and you took every word to heart. 

“I will. I promise.” You vowed and she smiled proudly at you, knowing you would keep your word.

“Then peace be with you, for surely, strength is your being, success- your footsteps, guiding each one. Love be your greatest prize.” She bid you before you both toasted and then drank the rest of the tea in the cup before Zorroku and Crowthu soon joined you, as they were bringing in a feast to be cooked on the fire, it was as if, you got to have a single, last, family meal, just the four of you  before you got to see your parents come to join in too, as Sharnarrah and your mother sat side by side and laughed and carried on, like they used to when they were younger. 

The next day was the wedding and you loved and adored your wedding dress, mostly because pieces of it had been used from Sharn’s own wedding dress. It was gorgeous and most importantly, comfortable and all the clans stayed behind to witness the wedding but in a surprise twist, all the other marriage agreements from the night before took place too. So you shared your wedding day with dozens of other brides. 

One of them was a dwarf orc by the name of Lil who was barely 3 feet tall. She was tiny and a perfect minature orc woman and when you met her you instantly had to introduce her to Yar because you thought they would be a perfect fit and to your relief, as well as Khagra’s and his family’s relief, she literally was and Yar was beyond smitten and head over heels in love with her. 

Glasha and Marn were also two of the new brides too, their own wedding dresses having the remainder of their mother’s dress part of their own wedding dresses, having grown extremely close with your brothers Dastan and Ryzen respectively since meeting them and moving them to the Thunder Herd Clan and had letting them borrow their horses for the journey. Dastan’s and Ryzen’s own offers to them almost an exact copy of Zorroku’s offer to you since the three had helped each other in that and were the best offers the girls had ever gotten as well and it seemed Zorroku hadn’t been the only boy to sneak into a girl’s tent during that month. 

Your wedding night passed the same way the previous night had but in the morning your new servants helped divide your “unwanted” treasure pile between Khagra’s clan, Mountain Blizzard Clan, and Thunder Herd Clan, each of them getting an equal share to makeup for the expense of throwing the unity celebration in the first place and then some. 

They favored your share with Zorroku- keeping the best things out of all of it- for you while splitting the actual coin evenly, not that you told them to do that but they did it that way anyway and you were busy with packing up your things and Ori’s things as well as your kid’s things to tell them otherwise and no one took notice otherwise either. 

Once you were all packed up, you rode your favorite horse, Jaspar, who even though he was a stallion- was sweeter than the peaches themselves too, the one that was black with the white mane and tail ride back home, with all of your kids riding behind you, with Cleo choosing to stay with you to help make sure your kids settled into life in Thunder Herd well.

Zorroku rode, right beside you, so close you could reach out and hold his hand if you wished to as Ori was in her special mother’s sling for riding on your chest.

 Shuzug and Nar were riding behind your kids, Shuzug had managed to talk his parents into letting him stay in the Thunder Herd Clan for a little while. the cover was to make sure the clan upheld the oath but he had other reasons for wanting to stay with you. Himself and Nar had met two young women, the younger daughters of The Fire Phoenix Clan and it was one of the few clans that always in alliance with The Thunder Herd Clan even though the two clans had not come together in over a decade and lived 9 hours ride on horseback one way- away. The Fire Phoenix Clan was matriarchal and the two girls they happened to really like were the younger daughters of Clan Chieftess Fasturiza. 

You were going to be helping Shuzug and Nar learn their native tongue Nofu so they could woo the Cheftess’ daughters. You personally instantly adored The Fire Phoenix Clan because they were matriarchal, and if you had been attracted to women, you probably would have chosen them. You kept everything they had gifted you, more gold hair beads than you could ever wear in your hair and delicate yet robustly strong silks and a set of armor that was made to fit you including weapons and gorgeous combs carved out of abalone shells and mother of pearl and hairbrushes and just everything profoundly feminine in nature. They even gifted you a pair of freaking true phoenixes and a pair of griffins. Who were all walking behind your horse because they all had immediately bonded with you upon being gifted to you and they wouldn’t let anyone but you ride them but they could take on a load so you felt a little bad for using them as pack animals but then again, they were the ones that had been carrying your gifts from the Fire Phoenix Clan so their load was unchanged. 

Once back at The Great Thunder Herd Clan’s grounds, you were surprised when there was a new tent set up. It was huge, to the point it rivaled Crowthu’s and Yotul’s tent in size and luxuriousness. It was a palace made out of tent cloths. And bright blue. 

“Wow, who’s tent is that?” You asked Zorroku. 

“Ours.” Zorroku beamed at you. 

“Do you like it?” Zorroku asked. 

“I love it! It’s so beautiful.” You praised in awe. 

“Good, it was the tent my dad had made for my mother and what they lived in when she was Clan Chieftess, so as long as you don’t mind a hand-me-down, it’s ours now.” Zorroku informed you as you rode over to it. 

When you went inside you saw that all the things that had been in your tent that you had left back at home along with all kinds of things that had all once been Sharn’s things were now inside and Zorroku’s things were now being brought inside.

Once your treasure and wedding gifts were put inside, it was dripping with luxury that you nearly pinched yourself because it was almost too good to be true. Your new bed was even bigger than before, it was bigger than if you took your old bed and Zorroku’s bed and put them together. And it had two super soft mattresses and piled so high with furs and blankets you would never get cold and the sheets were pure silk and heavenly soft. It was a bed fit for a king and the walls were three layers thick. The outer shell which was actually quite simple and acted as a waterproof layer for the outer walls and the roof and just plain bright blue, a super thick middle layer that was thick wool sewn to leather for when winter would set in and the third, a thin inner layer that was a cotton and silk blend and breathed like nobody’s business. And that layer was painstakingly hand painted and embroidered, each panel a different design. 

You could spend years appreciating each and every single one and giant and rather thick tapestries, also decorated like the inner layer, but with gold and silver thread, which were on a special inner frame on the inside of the tent provided ‘walls’ and a ceiling for the inside so that you could have private rooms and public rooms and hallways as big or as small as you wanted and could be changed easily to suit your mood and the weather, to keep air flowing and moving and comfortable. With thinner partitions that had metal plates in them so that you could knock on them like doors. 

On the inner frame it was also strong enough to support a second story and even a third story within the tent. It was like this tent was it’s own mansion, practically it’s own palace, but greater than anything you had ever known or encountered before, even in Avlar. The more you explored it and were in it the more you loved and adored it and the more you could see yourself living here in this tent with Zorroku and your family, for the rest of your life.   

But it felt like the moment you got settled, Zorroku, his brothers, his father and his clansman as well as others from Avlar and the other seven cities and White Rock- were going to leave again, they were going to go to The Berserker Clan, The Infamous Hand Clan and The Nightmare Mammoth Clan to rescue their slaves and finish off the clans for good and annex their lands as The Great Thunder Herd Clan’s lands - which had been agreed upon at your wedding feast after you had defeated them. 

Thankfully some outstanding armor was gifted you in your treasure pile that fit Zorroku remarkably well while his clansman and brothers had cousins had quickly and easily plundered from the armor and weapons the triplets and their clansmen that your magic had left untouched but you still worried for him. 

The night before he had to leave- you clung to him desperately as the two of you laid in bed, even though you knew he would return, you still feared for him and you prayed and wished that your blessings could transfer to him, you wished and prayed with all your might. 

And by a miracle, it worked. You felt the magic transfer from you- to him as did he. As if he got all the ones you had locked up, while the others who were always out and with you- stayed with you. 

“What was that?” Zorroku asked as he peered down at you curiously as you suddenly could see the dragon blessing settle into Zorroku through his eyes as it winked at you with a smile as you were never so happy to see it- in his eyes. 

“A prayer getting answered.” You cried happily as you kissed him deeply as you pulled him to lay over you to make love to you one last time before finally falling asleep. 

At daylight, he and his clansmen and all the others left. You were nearly beside yourself the whole time he was gone. You and your kids cooked up a storm and Yotul and your sisters and sisters in law were only too happy to help you eat it. All of you using food to comfort your stress and worry. And did your best to stay busy, if only to keep you distracted. And now your big bed felt so empty without Zorroku in it. 

You had packed him some special snacks, including dried and preserved peaches and the jerky that had been made from your bucks that you had killed that first day, since you had helped flavor and preserve that too, using techniques and flavors you had invented yourself. 

One of your new favorite past times was to rearrange your palace until it was perfect. Your new servants from the triplet clans were amused yet understanding and did their best to help you in everything, no matter how many inches you needed the furniture moved over, often sneaking calming and soothing incense into all the burners without you telling them to do so. 

They gave you soothing and calming teas too and even massaged you to sleep to help ease your own anxiety and worry because you were the best mistress they had ever had so far. You made sure they ate very well, were dressed really well, were treated unbelievably well and were never at the mercy of anyone but you as your children too- treated them the same. And even then you were very kind to them and even allowed to have families of their own and that they had a whole section of nice tents connected to yours so that they were always close by to serve your every need. As Bully was never so relieved to have Cleo close by to protect him from any other advances either. They even helped you ride the griffins to pass the time, often letting you ride as high as you could but it was never high enough to see Zorroku and his army. 

A week later, Zorroku and his brothers and father and clansmen returned with over thirty thousand slaves and workman and all that had belonged to the three clans. Which then had to be divided by all the clans and the seven cities. 

All the slaves wanted to meet you personally and thank you for ending their suffering at the hands of their former masters and revered you - almost as a goddess. which was a little unsettling for you, but you did your best to help them get settled and taken care and dispersed between all the clans and the seven cities, using your own “spoils” from your battle in the arena to help fund them so that they would not stay in slavery making a fresh new start in Avlar and the seven cities, or with you in Thunder Herd or any of the other clans so that you didn’t quite have so much overwhelming wealth, and would help them all become a new peoples. 

But that was only after you welcomed home your husband properly.  Nearly spending a whole day just in the bedroom chamber of your tent and had each other so many times your sex was getting a little raw and over stimulated in between nursing Ori and feeding each other from the food that was brought to your room. Zorroku stuffed you so full of his cum that you really did look a little pregnant because Zorroku had been saving it just for you. 

The blessings you had shared with him had saved his life a few times and he in turn got to save his brother’s lives and his father’s life even. The triplet warchief’s sons however, most of them under the age of 5, came to live at your clan and you worked with them and welcomed them just as warmly as their mothers and soon you were known as Auntie to a couple hundred kids and you started a school so that all of them would get educated and would get trained to be great warriors for the clan some day. 

Zorroku’s brothers, mainly Silag and Winug, Yalak and Grushnug and Murnag- taking all the concubines they wanted from the former concubines of the triplet Clan Chiefs, and now had dozens of sons each. 

And while thousands of women seemed to approach Zorroku so that he could take them in turn - but he very politely refused them all, insisting he would only ever have you. Which pleased you greatly and filled you with so much relief. 

You protected each other by gently refusing their personal service to you and Zorroku. Thankfully the servants you had gained at your wedding understood that you were guarding your own heart and Zorroku’s heart and fidelity and they helped tremendously in weeding out servants who would want to elevate themselves by bedding either yourself or Zorroku or Bully or even little Fabu. You were so proud of your brothers Dastan and Ryzen for not taking any concubines because Glasha and Marn deserved all of their love and devotion too. 

The kitchen tent then doubled in size simply because you had groups of 25 at a time, new groups every day for a few weeks, trying to learn how you cooked and what you liked and what the whole family liked and you made sure they respected and obeyed Yotul and her daughters and daughters in law- just as much as they did you. Because she was the current Clan Chieftess. 

And with so many servants and slaves, all who were doing their best to anticipate your every need, want and desire, you grew a little frustrated because they were waiting on you hand and foot which your sisters and sisters in law and mother and mother in law and everyone else quickly got used to. But you had worked all your life and so you didn’t take to it as easily as they did. Which to Zorroku was amusing but also a good sign. 

But now that all the work you usually did was now being done by others it did let you embark on a quest of your own. You wanted to create a book similar to Khagra’s. You wanted a book on every clan and a complete history of orc-dom since the convergence. 

You started with The Great Thunder Herd Clan and made sure you noted both the paternal and the maternal lines because you wanted to guard against cousins unwittingly marrying each other like you discovered when you met all the clans at your feast. 

And to no one’s surprise, by the end of the month, you didn’t have your moon blood and when Mama Arob tested you for pregnancy and it came back positive- everyone was overjoyed, especially when Marn and Glasha also tested and proved positive. 

However Zorroku’s joy was tempered with caution and worry and you found yourself beyond pampered and waited on hand and foot even more- and your diet restricted yet expanded by full of new foods to nourish yourself and your unborn babe. Your parents visiting often, and pushing you to eat just as many vegetables as you were eating fruits, breads and meats. And you found you were eating almost constantly, your new servants making all kinds of treats for you and your body got even more curves. 

You felt like your ass doubled, even though it literally didn’t, it felt that way anyway and your hips got even wider and your boobs even bigger and you felt you looked further along than you really were. 

But Zorroku was practically insatiable and touching you constantly with either a hand on your lower back or around your shoulders or around your waist or on your belly when you were sitting down to all your meals as he and his father learned to trade with the other clans the way Khagra already had been which is something you and Shuzug helped them learn well and because of this the clan prospered better than it ever had been before. 

You knew Zorroku was nervous about your pregnancy, it being your first and he was terrified of his last experience repeating itself. He was treating you like glass and made sure everyone else treated you like glass too- to the point he didn’t want to have sex with you for fear it would hurt the baby and you had to drag him to Mama Arob who showed how your pregnancy was already beyond stable and that as long as he was gentle, you could have all the sex you wanted and from there, he wouldn’t leave your side. 

You even bathed together, Zorroku washing your body with extreme care and reverence before you actually got to have sex in the tub once you dismissed the bathing attendants which was a wonderful new experience for you and one you delighted in so much, your servants asked the blacksmiths to create a new bathing tub just for you and Zorroku to enjoy- which they did, also out of copper because of the purifying qualities copper had on water.

Four months later you found yourself in the Clan Chief family tub again though, this time with the women of the family, you and Glasha sitting side by side with Marn on the other side of her. Your pregnant bellies looking like you’ve swallowed little kettles already as your mother was on the other side of you fussing over Ori’s hair which had not only gotten thicker, like ridiculously thick, but so much longer and now naturally curly just like yours was and turning more red by the day until it was the same color your hair was. And absolutely darling. 

Your daughters and even little Cleo came nearly once a month for at least a week at a time. And your little sisters were dipping under the water in the middle and your sisters in law, Grat and Rek were in similar states, only their bellies were much bigger since they were a month ahead of you. You all relaxed in the hot water, welcoming the relief the water gave your bodies from the weight and strain of being pregnant as your servants braided your hair extravagantly as you and Glasha and Marn all had your hands on each other’s bellies to feel for movement and kicks as you wondered what you were pregnant with as you talked about dreams you had had, feeling that dreams often revealed what the baby was. You felt you were carrying a boy since your dreams revealed that to you while Glasha felt she was having a girl and Marn felt she was having a boy too. But Dastan and Ryzen both didn’t care if they were having either or, but they were nervous whether or not their girls would be having twins or not. 

In your eighth and ninth month of pregnancy you finally weaned Ori, since most orc babies got weaned at just after turning one- even though human babies usually got weaned at 2 and so you still felt guilty weaning her so “early” by your standards. But Mama Arob assured you that she had gotten enough milk to be perfectly fine and healthy for the rest of her life since she had already started to wean herself. 

Your last time nursing her, your milk changing again per your request of Mama Arob and it was back to the super rich first milk only it would set up her gut so that she could eat any food she wished and be fine, even onions and garlic. And to your relief, Ori took a great interest in solid food at about this time too, thanks to you and your mother especially making babied versions of it, cooking meat especially until it was practically melting in the mouth and barely needed chewing at all. 

However in the last month, it both looked and felt like your belly and Marn’s belly and Glasha’s belly all exploded in size, to the point you couldn’t get up out of bed and everything had to be brought to you as you were put into a birthing bed that had a hole cut in the middle of it so you could still use the bathroom when you needed to and it took both Zorroku and Shuzug to lift and carry you to the birthing bed set up in your tent. 

And then the births started to come. Rek and Grat giving birth only a day apart, both of them having boys, but a month later Marn was first and gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, both with bright red hair since your brother’s hair was closer to bright red rather than the dark auburn you and Lilly had, as she too was close to giving birth too back in Avlar. 

Glasha gave birth only four days later, also to set of boy/girl twins. But it took another few days after that until you went into labor, before you were moved to the birthing tub to help your body with this birth of your twins. 

Zorroku refused to leave your side and held your hand through all of it when he wasn’t massaging your back, especially your lower back. He was more nervous and anxious than you were and you were the one assuring him and reassuring him that everything was going to be ok. Which the midwives thought was adorable if not amusing. You had Mama Borba and Mama Gak both helping you too, Mama Gak especially reassuring Zorroku how great you were doing and had Zorroku come and get between your legs when the baby crowned and he got to see for himself that while all women usually bled during the birthing process, it was a tiny fraction of the blood his first wife bled which helped his own worries. And Zorroku then got to help birth his first and then his second son since you, by surprise, had been carrying twins too! You had thought you had been carrying a giant baby, but instead you were carrying two normal sized orc baby boys who were still a very hefty ten pounds each. You knew without Mama Arob’s blessings, it would have been very hard for you. 

“Oh my gods! Bella! You were carrying two!” Zorroku exclaimed happily as he started crying tears of joy and gratefulness and relief as the midwives started to clean the babies up. 

Once the umbilicals stopped pulsing, he cut the umbilical cords before you passed both sets of afterbirth, showing each baby had their own placenta inside you so that they could not get tangled around each other.

Once you had finished, He helped you out of the birthing tub and return to the birthing bed, to recover. 

You gladly took both boys as pillows were brought in so that both boys were at your sides and under your arms and propped up so that they could drink their first milk, their big bright blue eyes looking at you in wonder as you cooed to them, them recognizing your voice from all the cooing and singing you had done during your pregnancy as their orange red hair was a beautiful contrast. 

“So which one do we name Zunli?” Zorrku asked as he came and reclined in the bed- next to you, looking down and marveling at his sons, after he had gotten Ori from your mom and brought her and your other children in to see their new brothers, noting how they had red hair like you but the same dark blue skin he did and they were so cute. The most handsome half orc baby boys anyone had ever seen before. 

“Li?” Ori repeated as she pointed the one closest to her and Zorroku and yourself gave each other a questioning glance and shrugged and nodded. 

“That’s right, that’s your brother Zunli.” You cooed to Ori. 

“What do we name him?” Zorroku asked you as he nodded over to the other one. 

“Well Urzu was the runner up name, I would think since he was the second born...” You recalled. 

“Urzu it is.” Zorroku nodded in agreement and you grinned because you preferred that name anyway so you and Zorroku were both getting your way. 

“So that’s Zunli and that’s Urzu.” Zorroku repeated to Ori as he pointed to each one.  

“Zu?” Ori repeated. 

“Yup, Li and Zu.” Zorroku nodded in agreement and she smiled really big, showing off her little teeth that had come in just as you were weaning her the month before as all the kids came over to see the kids. As even Cleo helped heal you herself before she settled into the bed, under Bully’s arm as you had watched as their own mini romance had seemed to bloom bigger and brighter throughout all of this. 

“Here, let Mom sleep.” Zorroku urged the kids as he watched as your own eyes fought to stay open. 

“Ok, come on, Ori, you’re coming with me. Let Mommy sleep with the boys ok?” Cleo urged before Ori crawled over into Cleo’s arms as Ori was once again a little “chaperone” for her and Bully. 

“I’m so happy and I’m so tired.” You confessed as you pet your son’s heads and cried tears of happiness to finally have them in your arms, safe and sound while your body recovered. 

“You did a lot of work today. I’m just so happy you and them are safe and sound and alive and well.” Zorroku admitted as he laid on the other side of Zunli and wrapped his arm around you while his hand reached out to stroke the skin of his other son as they feasted on your breast milk. 

“Thank you- for giving me everything I’ve ever wanted. Respect, dignity, tender loving care and nurturing and all the unconditional love in your heart. And thank you for giving me the family I’ve always wanted too, and loving all of us, as unreservedly as you do.” You thanked him. 

“And thank you for giving me the same. I finally feel like- the holes in my heart, have finally been filled. And I finally get the happiness and family I’ve always wanted too. Only you and your extra large heart of love could have given this to me. A gift with no equal.” He cooed back before he kissed you sweetly before the boys popped off and began to fall asleep before you moved them both to Zorroku’s chest so that they could sleep on your chest and Zorroku’s as the four of you cuddled into bed to sleep.

#Zorroku and Peaches #Zorroku and Peaches Part 18- Finalle #mideval orc love story #orc love story #orc family found

[orcboxer]

Did I just spend 3 hours putting restaurants into orcs rpg? Yes. Was it worth it? More than you could even imagine.

#orcspeak #I'm sure that dungeon meshi and yakuza had a hand in inspiring it but the true inspiration was honestly Redwall #that and the fact that I make a lot of food-related orc posts. it was sort of inevitable #also I'm really pleased with how much more alive the world feels with every extraneous detail i add #i know a lot of folks write more story-focused interactive fiction but I'm in love with exploration #I've always always always wanted to wander around the rich worlds I see in fantasy books #and I think that's something I want to really make possible with orcs rpg. there's still very much a story #but you can explore the world also. if you want. there is so much beauty in the small things all around us

[deimcs]

☙ HEALER AMRYN'S JOURNAL / RIVEN HEALING HOUSE, TEMPLE OF ILMATER

Two moons have come and go since the accident happened. Hesperos is improving but progress is slow. His motor skills are fine yet he doesn't speak and rarely interact with the other priests if not prompted. I'm starting to get worried about possible lasting effects on his memory, sometimes I get the distinct impression the man doesn't know who I am or what I'm talking about when I try to remind him of his vocation towards the clergy. His spellcasting abilities seem to be intact but I must confess, I struggle to see how he can truly channel Ilmater's divinity or become his instrument in these conditions. Alas, it is not my place to judge or to worry about such things. I will continue to monitor the situation and report on any new findings.

#bg3edit #gamingedit #tavedit #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tav bg3 #hesperos the forgotten #edits #hello this is very much random but i wanted to post some of my babes here again #until inspiration strikes for something more juicy #he's actually an oc for another dnd campaign and i almost never use the same person for different stories #but already had the gifs ready and i wanted some half-orc love on this blog #i really need to capture more footage of my 20+ babes cause i got a lot of non humans/elves tavs in there I SWEAR #anyway. #never managed to fix the beard texture issue but i still love him #clerics of twilight let's fucking go

[anne-the-insomniac]

Humans are space orcs youtube stuff are keeping me awake.

These shit? They're awesome.

Love the stories, the emotions, and the characters.

#i love them #is just so good #like seriously #humans are space orcs stuff #awesome #awesome authors #love you guys over there #nightblogging #i am sleepy #i am sleep deprived #anyways #the emotions #the characters #the story itself #i am purely rambling now #basically if you haven't heard of humans are space orcs i recommend to try reading and or listening to the stories. #authors thank you #humans are space orcs

[ishipgenfics]

You and Your Human: Part 2

Part 1

You let yourself fall apart with your human for a few more moments before pulling yourself up. You are not helpless. You have your own ship now. You can keep yourself and your human safe. But you need a new crew. Loyal ones, who are good at their jobs and don't mind humans. Which... isn't so easy to find.

Luckily, you and your human are at one of the largest trading posts this side of the Starry Abyss. If there's anywhere you can find someone who won't much mind working with a human, it's here.

You do not actually end up finding your first crew member, they find you. In fact, they run up to you, beaming.

"Pronouns?" they say, speaking to you in your native language. You are stunned.

"Er... she/her variance?" you say.

They nod and keep speaking, words tumbling out, accent like that of a native speaker. But unless the setup of the trading posts has very much changed since your last visit, they cannot be a native speaker. They are tall, with feathered wings and puffy gray-white hair. They wear flowing white robes and their beak makes a satisfying clicking noise as they speak.

"Oh my gosh thank you so much, I'm not sure why they sent you as opposed to one of my superiors... are you working for one of the ambassadors? You know what, it doesn't really matter. Anyway, thank you for reconsidering I swear I won't let you down--"

You puff your tail up and step in front of your human. "Pronouns?"

"They/them variant."

You nod. "Excuse me, but who are you and what do you want?"

The Equilian backed up. They looked genuinely remorseful, which made you feel a bit bad.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry," they say. They chuckle nervously, teeth retracted into their beak. "I didn't-- I have been a mess today, Saints. I'll just tangle my way out of here then...?"

They start to walk away, but you let out a high-pitched squeak, a signal to wait. You aren't sure why. Your human squeaks at you, but it has the pitch wrong and you can't tell what it's trying to say. You pat its ankle reassuringly and then turn back to the Equilian.

"How do you know Pyricese so well?" you ask. Most people do not know more than their standard language, and maybe a second one they learned at school. It is the reason why most ships are only one species, why the United Galactic Council failed so badly, and why translators are one of the most coveted resources in the Abyss. Someone like you-- who speaks nearly every language a person might need-- well, everybody wants you. It's why you have to be careful.

"I spent five years as part of an aid program, for the alliance between our two planets." Their head bounces up and down, almost like a nod, and you notice your human copying the motion. "I'm essentially fluent!"

"Aid?" you say. There is a cold spiral of dread in your stomach. You feel sick. "What happened?"

"Oh. Oh Saints you don't know."

"What. Happened." Your human is babbling comforting nonsense in the background. Normally you would be happy to hear it speaking its native language, but you are too hopped up on adrenaline right now. When you get back to your ship, you are going to have a nice hot bath and a long lie down. This much adrenaline cannot be healthy.

"It was a sandstorm," the Equilian says. "A bad one. A lot of things were destroyed, pretty soon after the alliance was formed. So they sent over aid groups to help."

"You were one of them?" you clarify. You are starting to have an idea.

"Yeah." The Equilians wings slump. Their feathers are messy, they must not have preened in a while. "Was. My contract ran out and I wasn't a citizen so... I wasn't allowed to stay."

You realize that you are leaning forward, tail perked up. You look too invested in this, you don't even know this person. You're always emotional after a breakdown. "What I am hearing," you say, recovering magnificently if you do say so yourself, "is that you are in need of a job."

"Are you offering?" the Equilian says.

Your tail shakes upwards. "I am. What can you do?"

"I'm a builder, or have been for a while, but I've always liked to think that I'm a good pilot," the Equilian says.

You smile. "It just so happens that I have acquired a new ship. And I'm not a particuarly good pilot."

The Equilians wings flap in and out. "That's-- that's great! Are you ready to go, or do you have any other business? Is there somewhere I should meet you?"

Your human is making soft muttering noises. From what you can parse, although it is difficult to follow two languages at once, it is trying to figure out what you are saying. It does not seem to be having much luck, which makes sense, you've only taught it it/its variance and this whole conversation has been in she/her and they/them variance.

"Meet me at the docks, in the crow section," you say. "I'll show you where the ship is once I get there." You do not think your pilot would steal the ship, but it is standard procedure, and you do not want to risk getting stranded, especially not now that you have a human to protect.

The Equilian nods, and flutter-walks away. You grab your human by the hand, and head off into the crowd. You have more crew members to find.

#story #story snippet #original character #writblr #second person #humans are space orcs #if anyone wants more details-- about any of this really-- send me an ask! I love talking about my worldbuilding #Part 3: Prequel Time! #you and your human

[flareguncalamity]

Lt. Commander Killian: So what was your name again?

Nevularxi: I have not already told you. I’m afraid my name may not translate into your language.

Lt. Commander Killian: Oh yeah?

Nevularxi: I am named for a period of time on my home planet that surrounds the immediate aftermath of the second yearly equinox of our planet’s solar star. It’s the period following our fertile rainy season, and marked the beginning of the harvest in years of antiquity, as well as the coming of the colder, darker season which our species typically spends in isolation or hibernation. The period is considered to be a time of great liminality and spiritual importance in our ancient religions, although since the dawn of the modern technological age it has lost some of its transient meaning.

Lt. Commander Killian: …Okay, but i meant more like. how do I say your name.

Nevularxi: Oh, it’s nev-you-LARK-zee.

Lt. Commander Killian: Gotcha. by the way, your name in english is October.

#oc #humans are space orcs #these are original characters of mine btw #Killian Weir is a human scientist whose dad got them a high ranking official job through nepotism #and they’re very out of their depth since all of their credentials are academic and not in leadership #so they’re overqualified for the scientific and technological aspect of their job. and vastly under qualified for every other part of it #Nev is an alien who had to fight tooth and nail to claw her way up through the ranks. so she resents Killian a bit #but later in their story arc they fall in love and go against the hypercapitalist intergalactic regime together #so it’s ok #i don’t have a design for Nev quite yet #i know i want her to be blues and purples mostly #but i want there to be a little bit of a speculative biology aspect to her design #so i have to do some worldbuilding first before i settle on anything #i just know that i want her to be bipedal but with 4 arms #and i’m also imagining her with a bob haircut. whether it’s gonna be hair or feathers or something else remains to be seen #Killian is like. 6’3 ish red haired irish american. built like a jock sort of but unfortunately lacking the swag to be sexy #They’re a xenogeologist btw. <3 i love geology