#orc lover

You didn’t even come with the plan beforehand, it was at some point when he was solving a complicated-looking math problem on the chalkboard when you decided you were going to suck him off dry the second you were out of this classroom. Wherever that got you.

So you are staring at the clock above the door, waiting patiently (but not really) to hit the o’clock so you can jump your mate and do dirty things to him. As a celebration for his first time giving a lecture. Or whatever he wanted to make out of it. You can only think of his big dick down your throat. Or up your pussy. Or anywhere near you to be honest.

You are so close to coming. Just thinking about it, you are almost tempted to slip your hand inside your pants and rub one out in the last row of seats, but there are a lot of monster alumni in this class, and you are pretty sure some of them already smelled the pheromones coming out of you.

Your thoughts are so raunchy that you barely notice everybody else getting up and picking up their stuff until Hodei calls out for you. “My beautiful mate, how did I do?” For a second you are a deer caught in headlights, you dissociated so bad having dirty thoughts that you have no idea how he did.

“You did fantastic. The best teacher for sure. You are going to be amazing,” you respond almost in autopilot. He chuckles. There’s a hint of interest in his eyes when he sniffs the air, and the smirk that grows on his lips tells you he knows exactly where your thoughts are at.

“Sure,” he chuckles. “I need to grab some stuff from the office and then we can go, is that okay?” He guides you out and closes the door behind him, his laptop looking tiny in his big hand.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go with you.” He arches an eyebrow, and you feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. “So I don’t have to wait around,” you add, fooling nobody with your poorly executed move to be subtle.

“Let’s go, then.” He throws his big arm over your shoulder and presses you to his side. His legs are slightly apart, which you know is a sign he’s getting a chubby and doesn’t want others to notice. But you notice everything about him.

The short walk to the upper floor where the office is feels like a thousand miles with the way your panties are rubbing against your sensitive clit. You are so wet you are worried your pants are going to be ruined after this.

The second the door is closed behind you, you are pushing him backwards until he’s blocking the door with his big body, and you are grabbing the collar of his shirt with enough force to surprise him. You claim his mouth like your life depends on it, deepening the kiss instantly. You want to consume him.

So you drop to your knees right there, in the middle of his office, the big windows on the other side open. It would be very difficult for somebody to see you there, but the little chance of somebody across the street looking in this direction and seeing you sends a rush of adrenaline down your spine that has you moaning while you nuzzle his dick through his pants.

“Fuck, mate,” he chants like a prayer. His hand is instantly tangled in your hair, and you moan louder. “You have to be quiet. There could be people in the other offices,” he adds. That only turns you on more.

You might have a bit of an exhibitionist kink. I mean, this is not a surprise, you always enjoyed the side of a bit too public. The extra excitement of almost being caught… But since you and Hodei mated, it’s only gotten way worse. If before you were together you were thirsty for him, it’s nothing compared to the way your whole body thrums with need for him every chance you get.

You palm his erection through his pants and he moans above you, enticing a big smile out of you. You slowly open his fly with your teeth, enjoying way too much the way his breathing accelerates and his hands grab onto your hair.

“You did so well in your lecture,” you tell him in your most slutty voice. “I think you deserve a reward, mate.” You add the last word just to see his reaction, and the way his head falls back against the door with a soft thud is an ego booster for sure.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath when you pull his cock out. “I’m not gonna last. You look so good on your knees. Such a perfect little mate for me. You are better than all my fantasies.” He’s spitting nonsense, but you don’t care. Not when his green dick is in front of your face`, and he’s already leaking precum.

You lean forward to catch a taste with the tip of your tongue, rolling it around the head while he curses like a sailor. “Better be quiet,” you tell him before you open your mouth and pull him inside.

His curse is muffled by the way he’s biting down on his lower lip, and you smile up at him around his shaft. He frowns for a second, but it’s rapidly replaced with a look of pure desire when you go forward, swallowing around him. Your tongue keeps playing with the underside of his dick, that little point that drives him insane.

You don’t even pretend you want this to last, you start bobbing your head like a pro while he chants something incoherent above you. Your focus is only one: to make him come like a champion so you can go back home and get fucked within an inch of your life.

You use every trick up your sleeve while he struggles to remain calm and quiet. And he fails miserably. “Fuck, mate. You are… Oh, goddess,” Hodei’s voice breaks. He sounds completely debauched by the time he covers his own mouth with his big hand.

You double your efforts, bobbing your head on his dick like you are trying to make him come as fast as possible. You can see him already starting to get there, his hips fluttering, his knees trembling…

And by the time you grab onto his balls, massaging them at the same time you suck him down to the root, he’s muttering curses above you and you feel the telltale sign of his balls tightening on your hand before he releases deep down your throat.

You swallow around him, driving him as deep as possible and sucking as much as you can in this position. The things he’s saying above you would make the devil blush, but it only makes you go harder, driving him into oversensitivity while his hips fuck into your mouth a few dozen more times.

He pulls you off with a whimper, and you smile up at him, licking your lips seductively and making him curse once more before he pulls you up and claims your mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. Your legs are trembling, too, and your pussy is chanting Hodei’s name, like a siren’s call. You want to jump on his dick right here, but you know that won’t be a good idea. You want his knot, and there’s no way you can get it here.

“We need to get home, ASAP,” you whisper against his lips and he smiles. You pull apart, setting your clothes straight while he checks you out. You know you must look completely fucked out, but you don’t care. “Hodei, I swear to the goddess, if I don’t get your knot in me in the next half an hour, we’ll have a problem.” Your threat is not as successful as you intend, but he chuckles while he fixes his clothes.

Hodei is still breathing hard, his hands rubbing his face as if he’s trying to get the dopey smile off his mouth. He doesn’t succeed, but it makes you feel all kinds of pleased with yourself that you could bring him to his demise so beautifully and so fast.

“Get those sleeves back in place before I climb you like a tree right here,” you warn him before licking your lips one more time. It doesn’t really work, but he looks so smug and pleased with himself that you kiss him again, swallowing his whimper.

“Let’s go home so I can return the favor, my pretty mate,” he whispers against your lips before cupping a feel of your ass, groping you until you are panting.

“You are an asshole,” you mutter under your breath as you walk out of the office.

There’s a couple monsters in the hallway that by the looks they give you… know exactly what happened there.

The shock on his face was something you will never forget. He let go of you and fell on his knees, too weak to stand. You helped him back to bed. Your father then took him over, and asked you to leave the room. You hid your neck and bruises for a few days. You knew he meant no harm, that it was a mistake.

After that, the orc's recovery was quick. The next day he was standing, and in the evening he was sitting next to your father at the dining table. You couldn't stop looking at him. His grayish white hair, his beard, his broken nose, his emerald green eyes. You could still feel his fingers around your neck, and how horryfied those beautiful eyes were.

The orc's name was Dren'kudr the Fistfury. But once you asked him to help you pronounce it correctly, he blushed and told you to call him simply Ren.

He left soon after, and the bruises on your skin paled. You barely spoke a few words with him. You merely told him your name and wished the best for him. Ren seemed flabbergasted as he tried to utter something in return, but confusion or something else choked him, and he merely nodded.

So now, after so many years, seeing him dressed and decorated in silk, fur, and gold next to you is truly something unexpected. Father only informed you that you will be married. That it was the order from a local lord. It was part of the treaty between him and the orc clan leader, the elder brother of your betrothed.

You didn't disobey, of course, but... why? Why would you be part of a treaty, a simple healer's daughter? Did... Ren ask for your hand? But the clenching of his jaw whenever he looks at you suggests otherwise. You tried to speak with him, reminding him of your time together at your father's house, and, even though he politely acknowledged you, he seemed uncomfortable. You eventually stopped speaking to him or smiling. But you didn't stop looking. There are so many more grays in his hair, he has a fresh cut across his lips, and his eyes are still of that brilliant green colour. So handsome, you think to yourself, blushing. But he doesn't want you. He doesn't even look at you in your red and white wedding dress, embroidered with gold, with your hair braided and decorated with pearls. He doesn't care about your red lips or kohl as dark as night on your eyelids. You could almost cry. This is not how you envisioned your marriage to start.

It is only during the vows exchange ceremony that you see something resembling affection in your husband's face. As he places red colour on your forehead, cheeks and middle of your collarbone, he swears to be a faithful husband. To protect you with his blood. To build a home for you. To give you children. There is... something on his face, like a smile, gentle, solemn. His hand lingers on your chest as he gazes into your eyes. But the moment is gone, and the warmth cools down again.

***

It's been 3 months. You and Ren moved to his home, a beautiful estate, with many orc and human servants to accompany you. You enjoyed all the riches, all the interactions and all the freedom you could've asked. All but one. Ren, himself. He's rarely home, and when he is, he checks on you, are you pleased and satisfied, in an almost brotherly manner. And that's it. He has never touched you. He only watched you from afar, and you were certain he was smiling while doing that. But you could never confirm. You were too embarrassed to ask anyone from your family for help. How to make him happy? How to get closer to him? You're his wife for Makers' sake!

One night, just as he was saying good night to you, intending to leave for his bedroom, you stopped him. "Ren, I..." Worry was written all over his face. "Do you... want me?" How embarrassing! You intended to drop your night gown in front of him, but you couldn't.

He takes a step closer, looming over you like a tower, a lone torch flickering across his face. "You're shaking... I'm sorry. I never wanted... Forgive me."

And then he left. You wanted to run after him, beg him for at least a pat on your cheek, some kind of warmth. But he obviously doesn't want you. You're a human, a common healer's daughter, probably unattractive to him.

In the morning, one of your servants brought the letter from Ren. He couldn't even look at you! The letter wrote: "You need a companion. A true one. Let me know of any lovers you are missing. I will ask them to come here and join our household. I do not wish you stay lonely."

Lovers? Lovers? He thinks you are missing... He thinks... Makers! Mother was right. Men are, generally speaking, stupid. Does he think you're unfaithful? Is that what he thinks of you? Well... fine! One thing is to be considered unattractive, but assuming you have no morals is completely different. If he thinks so lowly of you, you will leave with your pride intact. He won't miss you, obviously.

You angrily pack your things. The servant is confused and asks what the matter is, but you just brush them off: "Ask your master!" The servant runs out, terrified by your outburst. You have never been harsh to them — your condition must be quite a surprise for them.

As you put your cloak over your back, ready to storm out, the door to your room slams open. It's Ren. The expression on his face is difficult to read, for you hardly know your husband. He isn't happy, that's for sure.

"What are you doing? Why..." He scans you from top to bottom. "Why are you dressed—"

"Keep your riches," you retort. "Keep all your lands and your influences. I will stay here no longer. I don't accept being treated as an unfaithful burden. You and I are no longer married as far as I am concerned. Take whoever you wish to be your companion. You are free of me."

You can barely hold your tears back. You want to run away from him and hide. But at the same time, you long for comfort from him. You like him, his eyes, his voice. If he had only let you...

You are pulled, almost losing your footing. Ren is holding your wrist and elbow, and you are forced to face him. His expression is tense, confused. "What are you saying? Burden? Unfaithful? I never said those words."

"You obviously don't care about me and don't want me. I will leave!"

You struggle, like a tiny animal trapped by a cat, needing to move away from him. Ren closes the door behind himself, his eyes fixated on you, fiery emotion darkening them. "I never said you could leave me. You were never supposed to leave me!" He growls, his lips curling upwards.

"Let. Me. Go!" You kick his leg and bite his fingers, trapping your wrist. Look what you turned into. A violent creature. A volatile soul. You want to scream, so you do. Ren pushes you forward, away from the door, until your back hits the wall.

"I care for you!" He yells, breathing heavily, but he no longer growls. "I care for you, but you... This is an arranged marriage, and, and, and..."

"It is, and I'm sorry." You cry. "I'm sorry they forced you to marry me. We can... stay married, for whatever political reasons, but I can't stay here and... And..."

He shakes his head, his massive body closer to yours than ever. "I want to... I want to see you... Just... You are unhappy... Here... And I want you to be happy..."

"I'm not happy like this," you sob. "Not like this."

He lets go of you, sharply, as if he only realised what he had done. "I hurt you... I tried so hard not to, but I hurt you. I made you unhappy." He turns his head away from you, his eyes shut. "Maybe you are right. Maybe you should..." Instead of uttering another word, he growls. "But I can't let you leave. I... want you here. I want you to stay, where I can see you."

You are confused, dizzy from all the emotions. "You want me to stay? But why? You never touched me. And then you accused me of wanting lovers."

Ren flinches when you mention the last word. "Everyone deserves to be loved. You were forced into this marriage. To an ugly, scary, older orc. And you are so beautiful, so delicate. I could... break you."

You wipe away your tears, wanting to confirm with your eyes what your ears heard. Ren's face is soft, almost shy, as he looks at you. "Wait... Did you... Did you want to marry me?"

"I..." He blushes slightly. "Well, yes and no. I told my brother about you. How kind you were toward me. How beautiful you were. And he..." He grunts. "He decided he would gift you to me. He demanded you from your lord as part of our negotiation. I... never wanted that. You are not a thing to be traded with. But both of them refused to listen to me. The deal was made. And you were married to me. I'm... I'm so sorry they forced you into this..."

Tears again pool in your eyes. "Ren... I thought you hated me... I thought you were disgusted..."

The horror in his eyes is as clear as day. He reaches for you but doesn't touch you. "No! Never. You are... All I ever wanted. And I want you to be happy. No matter what."

Is this possible? Was he that stupid? With an angry hiss, your fists hit against Ren's chest. "You! You can make me happy, you... dumb... man... Make me happy!"

Ren's arms are suddenly around you, lifting you off the ground. His face is pressed against yours, a kiss trapped between your lips. He embraces you for a long time, not letting you breathe, holding you as if he'll fall if he lets you go. "I'll make you happy, wife. I promise."

"All these months..." You hit against his chest again, but with less power. "All these months of loneliness because you thought you couldn't make me happy. And you never tried. You stupid."