They/them. Age 33. Nonbinary. Neurodivergent. Hello! this is really just a page of things that interest me. Artist, poly/pan, and out of spoons.π header image from @proudnb
To put it bluntly, the only way to end homelessness is to house people or kill them.
That's it. Those are your options. Homelessness doesn't go away based on "crime crackdowns." You will imprison the unhoused, and when they are free, they will be unhoused again. Or they will die in prison.
When you burn encampments or force people out without their stuff, they remain unhoused or freeze to death.
After working with the unhoused, it's become abundantly clear that those who don't want to support them instead want them dead.
There is blood on the hands of every government and organization that controls the homeless population with force instead of compassion.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
Will you read this? Eh, perhaps. You're a busy man with quite a lot of asks. But there is a very human part of me that wants to say my piece because I owe you quite a bit of thanks.
And I shall express this thanks with a story of my first words.
When I was 2, approaching 3, years old my parents were worried I'd never speak. The child therapist we went to - quite an old bat if you ask me, considering the stories I've heard, but what do I know I was 2 - had told them to ever give up hope of hearing my voice.
On the way back from the appointment, my Godmother - the driver of the car used to take me to the doctor - stopped by a small bookshop and took me inside so my mother could weep appropriately out of line of her child. We went inside and she told me to look around for a book for myself. She knew I loved books - wasn't sure if I was reading them or not, but knew that I at least liked looking at them and wanted to keep me occupied.
I apparently stumbled around for a while, grabbed one small book off the shelf and plopped my little arse right down and started flipping through. About fifteen minutes go by - and my mother has thoroughly cried herself dry - and my Godmother comes up to me and scoops me up with the book.
I - being the obstinate two year old that I am - refuse to let go of said book and it's only about 50 American cents so she simply buys me the book.
For the next few weeks I only carry around the book. I do not touch any of my other toys or stuffed animals, only the very small picture book. I sleep with it under my pillow, carry it around happily, flip through it every so often.
And then one unassuming day, at the dinner table - with a set of non-prepared parents - boldly yelled out my first words ever: Blueberry Girl.
Now, I'm sure you've figured out at this point of the story that the book my little self was holding was none other than your boo Blueberry Girl - and this is where my thanks comes. I have spent the last sixteen or so years since first acquiring it repeating the words to myself, asking Ladies of Light and Ladies of Darkness and Ladies of Never-You-Mind to watch over me if they could spare moments of their time. I repeat them whenever I have a difficult test, and even in the few moments right before my graduation speech of high school.
So thank you for the words that touched my little soul and stuck with me till now.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
Disclaimer which Iβm including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.
Commission number two folks!
Content: Gender and body neutral reader whoβs autistic deals with sensory overload while at a funfair, stimming includes rocking and pressure on the hands. Male orc offers a way out so the reader can catch their breath. Very brief mention of the orc losing a close friend in the past year, and of deciding to live more in the moment because of it. Light-ish nsfw at the end with a bit of a fade to black.Β
Wordcount: 7562
Three hours ago, youβd been sure you could handle this. How could you not? It was a day out with your friends for Lilyβs birthday, but of course, the orc had chosen the modern equivalent of a jousting tournament to show off her skills to her girlfriend. Still, you and Luke and Ellis had met up and made your way through town, collecting Lily and Maggie outside a gelateria, where naturally you all paused to buy the most amazing ice cream in town. With a start like that, how could things possibly go wrong?
After a leisurely walk to the fairground on the outskirts of town, youβd watched Luke win a fluffy white rabbit toy that was almost as big as he was on the coconut shy, despite the way the game was obviously rigged, but the werewolf had wagged his shaggy grey tail and howled his victory to the sky and clutched his new friend to his chest like it was his own goddamn child, and youβd clapped and cheered along with everyone else at the soppy wolf.
You hadnβt noticed the way you'd started to grip one hand with the other, squeezing tightly with finger and thumb just to give a little release to the steady buildup of pressure inside you as the atmosphere of the fanfare closed in around you. You also didnβt notice that you were gently rocking from side to side on the spot while you waited for Ellis to decide if he was going to go and say hi to the girl heβd been crushing on for a while, so when you found a teenager staring openly at you from the queue for the paintball stand, you assumed their attention was on Ellis.
Ellis usually attracted looks, not only because he was a goblin β a species that was relatively rare in your part of the world β but because his storm-grey skin was mottled all over with pale patches from vitiligo. He wasnβt bothered by the attention for the most part, but when you saw exactly where their gaze was directed instead β at your twisting hands β you felt an ugly stab of something bitter go through you. Carnivals may not offer the outdated and heartless βfreak showβ elements anymore, but boy were you made to feel like one sometimes by other people.
βHey, look!β Ellis exclaimed, his scratchy, reedy voice cutting through the maelstrom of noise and crush of people easily enough. βThere she is! Iβm gonna go see if sheβs up for a ferris wheel ride. You think sheβll say yes?β
Your nod came out jerky and a bit stilted, but you mustered a smile of encouragement for your friend and he grinned back at you, all his sharp teeth glinting in the sunshine. Then something shifted in his expression and he frowned. βYou ok?β he asked as his completely black eyes went a little wider with concern.
Again, you nodded and tried to look a little more convincing. After weeks of dancing around each other, he was finally going to shoot his shot, and there was no way you wanted him to miss because of you. βFine,β you croaked. The word came out like a cat hocking up a hairball, but at least you got it out.
βOk. Text me, alright?β he said. βText me if you wanna go.β
You nodded. No way were you going to be the reason everyone left. If things got bad, youβd justβ¦ bail. Somehow. If you could find your way out of the crush of people without imploding first.
Glancing right, you saw Lily raise the hammer on the high striker and watched her muscles bunch and flex in her arms, shoulders and back. She was wearing a black tank top that said, βIf lost, return Butch to Femme Fataleβ and beside her stood pint-sized Maggie in her denim hot pants and white t-shirt that read βFemme Fataleβ. It was adorable, honestly, but as you stood there alone in the stream of people coursing and jostling down the avenue of grass between the smaller stands and side-shows, over-stimulation swamped you completely and you found yourself drowning silently.
Flashing lights, blaring funfair music, screaming, children running this way and that, rides rumbling and rattling on all sides, electronic bleeps and jingles mingling into a cacophonous mixtape in the air and reverberating in your head, cartoon pistol noises on the laser gun range sounding over and over and over, more screaming as the pendulum ride swung overhead once againβ¦
The sensory overload raked its claws across your skin and left you with white noise in your head and cotton wool in your mouth.
The scent of candy floss grew chokingly thick in the air as you just stood there, paralysed.
Out of nowhere, a small and extremely solid lizardfolk kid barrelled into you, nearly knocking you flying. His horned head collided with your thigh and it hurt, but you didnβt cry out. His father scooped him up by the hand and apologised to you, but when he saw you rocking from side to side, he snatched his kid away and shot you another look, as if you were contagious or dangerous and not just struggling to kick start your brain again so you could get yourself the heck out of there and find somewhere safe to process everything.
Struggling to catch your breath, you gripped one hand with the other, squeezing as hard as you could but it wasnβt enough. There was just too much, inside and out, and you had nowhere to put it β nowhere to park it all until you could deal with it.
Someone ducked in front of you, their huge form blotting out the searing light of the afternoon sun.
Blinking, you looked up, still rocking, and tried to focus on their face.
He was an orc, you realised when you saw the huge, jutting tusks in his lower jaw and the expanse of sage green skin. A long, thick plait of black hair hung forward over his left shoulder, and through it ran a streak dyed a dark, vibrant red that was really attractive; it complemented the green tone of his freckled skin beautifully. Wearing a white, sleeveless tank top that had the logo of the fairground company on it, he wasnβt built like he spent every spare minute in the gym, but he looked like he could have lifted the ferris wheel right off its supports with no trouble at all.
Someone snickered nearby and you flinched, but you didnβt break the steady rocking motion of your body while mentally you tried to fend off all the unending stimuli around you. The orcβs expression darkened when he caught the sound ofΒ laughter, and he stepped pointedly a little to the left. The movement served to block you from their sight and to refocus your attention on something that was quiet and solid and steady in front of you.
Yeah, he was solid alright. You blinked and watched the corners of his mouth twitch upwards just a little behind his colossal tusks, both of which bore silver caps over the tips to indicate that he had reached full maturity in the eyes of his culture. It probably meant that his tusks were filed to sharp points beneath the caps too. It was rare for orcs who lived in the city to stick to the older ways, but as you continued to stare up at him and move side to side while you ran your hands over your forearms, you noticed the beads in his braid of different materials: wood, copper, steel, glass, stone, and even bone. Heβd lost someone close to him then at some point. Gods, now was not the time to be fishing everything you knew about orcs out of the depths of your brain.
For another few seconds, he continued to shield you from the staring judgement of the people in the queue for the nearest booth, but when you didn't seem to be able to settle, he jutted his chin to the side of the grassy avenue between the stalls.
βMy name is Rhokann. You wanna step this way for a second? Catch your breath where itβs a bit quieter?β he said.
When no words came to your lips, he tilted his head just a little and then beckoned you with a big hand. βThereβs a quieter spot over by that oak tree and the river. You want to come with me for a minute?β
You did. You also wanted to say thank you, but the words got glued up on their way from your brain to your mouth, so you just nodded.
He stuck out his arm and halted the flow of people for a moment to usher you between the candy floss stall and something else that was painted a thousand lurid colours so you didnβt look too long at it. Only when you saw the bole of a huge, old oak and a wide patch of un-trampled grass around it did you let out a shaky breath and turn to see him standing a little way off. A couple of people peered after you down the gap between the stalls, and he looked back at them with a very articulate and animalistic growl. That done, he stepped a little to his right, obscuring the view of you down the small alley with his body.
βForget about them and look out over the river for a minute,β he suggested.
His dark brown eyes slid from you to the railings behind you, and you turned to see the river gushing in a white foam over the weir that controlled its flow through the city beyond. The sounds of the funfair behind you faded slowly, dissolving into the steady stream of white noise from the river, and you took a deeper breath and gradually released the death-grip youβd had on your own hands.
You let your gaze unfocus a little, but your body kept on moving as it tried to help you dissipate all the tension that had been building in your muscles and your mind ever since youβd first arrived at the fair.
A shadow moved in the corner of your vision, and you found Rhokann approaching slowly. He cast a pointed look at the metal railing to your left and said, βYou mind if I join you for a moment?β
You shook your head. The word βnoβ didnβt want to come, but he didnβt seem to take it as rudeness.
βCheers,β he said. βCarnival gets intense, huh?β
This time, you nodded and he smiled when he saw it. You liked the way it hitched his mouth up around his tusk on the right, and it brought a twinkle to his coffee-brown eyes.
βTake your time,β he said. βYou here with your friends?β
You nodded.
βThey know where you were?β
You shook your head, but reached into your pocket and drew out your phone. Shaking it a little, you hoped heβd get the idea that they could contact you if they wanted to find you, or the other way around, and he smiled again in understanding. Your heart skipped a beat. He may have been seven and a half feet tall, but he had a gentle demeanour that you hadnβt really realised was possible in someone that big. He had a paunch too, which he clearly wasnβt trying to hide with his close-fitting, sleeveless top, and you could see from the scoop of the neckline that he had an attractive swirl of dark hair across his pecs that made you wonder what the rest of him looked like without clothes on; a fact that was startling enough in that moment to make you flush hot and look away.
βYou want me to keep you company for a bit, or do you want some space?β he asked after another couple of minutes floated past.
You shook your head and then struggled to find the words to make him stay just a bit longer. When he saw you floundering, he smiled and asked, βStay?β
You nodded, exhaling in relief, even as you fought off a rush of disappointment in not being able to form the words.
βYouβre good,β he said with a wave of a huge hand. βDonβt stress talking.β
He took a deep, luxuriant inhale and leaned his massive forearms on the metal railing, easing his weight forward and gazing out at the river. His braid went all the way to the small of his back and it made you want to wrap it around your hand and tug just to see what kind of sound heβd make, and again, you had to look away before he caught you lusting after him. Just because youβd been rescued by a heroic stranger, didnβt mean you had to go falling in love with him in the following five minutes. It didnβt hurt that he hadnβt batted an eyelid at your stimming, or that he didnβt seem bothered by the fact that youβd been rendered almost completely non-verbal by the whole experience.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket a while later and you drew it out again to see that Lily was looking for you.
βWhere are you, Titch?β sheβd texted and you smiled when you saw the nickname. The massive orc had given it to you back in college, and it had stuck ever since. Even Ellis called you βTitchβ sometimes, despite the fact that he was nearly a foot and a half shorter than you. βWe turned around and youβd gone!β
Rhokann was watching you from the corners of his kind eyes, and you waggled the phone again before typing out a message to Lily. βNeeded to step away for a second. Got rescued by a super hot orc guy. More at ten.β
Lily texted back immediately. βSuper hot orc guy, huh? Iβll be the judge of that. Where are you?β
βBig oak tree on the edge of the park near the river. Donβt embarrass me please.β
βAs if Iβd everβ¦β
βYou spend every spare minute youβre not kissing Maggie trying to embarrass me and El and Luke.β
βFair play. Weβre nearby. I can see the treeβ
You locked your phone and swallowed thickly, feeling a bit more able to talk. βFriendβs comingβ¦β you faltered. Wow. Nice and articulate, you sneered at yourself with your usual sarcasm.
βThatβs good,β Rhokann smiled back. He made no move to push himself back upright from the railings though, and shifted his gaze back out to the city that sprawled over the other side of the river. He gave another sigh.
You stepped a little closer and looked up at him. βYouβ¦ ok?β you asked.
βMm,β he hummed. When he looked back down at you, his dark eyes were strangely sad. βJustβ¦ thinking,β he said with a gesture of his hand near his temple. βIβve been working here all summer, and itβs been amazing, but Iβm starting a full time job in a week. Iβm just thinking about whatβs coming next.β
βDoing what?β Words were starting to come back a little quicker now, but it wasnβt great.
He turned his head over his shoulder to look at you, but before he could answer your question, you heard Lilyβs voice coming from behind you.
βHey Titch!β she called, and then she eyed the other orc ostentatiously up and down.
She raised an eyebrow when she saw the beads in his braid and the cuffs around his thick tusks, and you watched Rhokann deflate a little. Lily was not a traditional orc. For one, she was dating a human, which wasnβt exactly frowned upon but humans werenβt normally seen as suitable partners for her kind, and for another, she had cut her black hair short in a style shaved close to her skull above her pointed ears and left a little longer on top. She wore no cuffs on her tusks, and sheβd filed them to softly-rounded points. βAs much for Maggieβs pleasure as my own damned convenience,β sheβd once told you.
Lily disdained orcs who stuck to the old ways, thinking them brutish thugs stuck in the past, and she folded her arms as she stared Rhokann down. βYou wanna head home?β she asked in a low growl.
You turned your attention to Rhokann and he offered you a tiny, sad smile and a shrug of his shoulder. You wanted to stay and get to know him, but you also desperately wanted to be away from the fairground now. Your body felt drained of life, like you were running on fumes, and all you wanted was the quiet of your apartment, a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, and a good book.
In the end, Rhokann decided for you. He offered you a broader smile, and said, βIt was nice meeting you. Take care.β
Youβd never regretted your tendency to go non-verbal more than watching him walk away and not being able to say thank you.
With Lily on one side, you were joined by Luke a few minutes later, still hauling around the giant fluffy bunny heβd won, its ears flopping comically with each of his bounding steps, but you kept scanning every face for Rhokann. You saw an ogre with green skin that was a similar shade to Rhokannβs, but disappointment bit deep when you realised it wasnβt him, and when a flash of red hair up ahead drew your attention, you barely contained a sob when you saw it was a troll with multiple streaks of red in their black hair.
The walk back home passed in a daze, and you spent the rest of the day buzzing in the worst way possible.
A week later, Luke texted and asked if you wanted to grab breakfast on your way to work, and since you only had stale cereal in your cupboard, you practically leapt at the chance. βYou mind if we drop my car off at the garage on the way?β he asked with a subsequent text. βThereβs an amazing little cafe just around the corner and we can get the metro from there afterwards.β
When his sputtering old deathtrap wheezed onto the garage forecourt though, your heart practically sputtered out as well. There, in oil-stained overalls, was Rhokann.
He didnβt spot you to start with, but when you climbed out of the passenger side and closed the door, his eyes flickered to you and then away again. Then back in a huge, obvious double-take, and his face split into a hearty grin. βHey,β he chuckled once heβd taken the keys from Luke. βI didnβt think Iβd get the chance to see you again.β
βNeither did I,β you admitted, and Luke shot you a look. He was in his human form this time, but he was no less intimidating than he looked as a shifted werewolf. For all that he was happy to haul a fluffy, cartoon rabbit around a funfair all day without a lick of self-consciousness, he was a dedicated gym-rat and had the body to match, but while his commitment was certainly admirable, he wasnβt your type. Rhokann, on the other hand, with his strongman physique and solid layer of fat to soften the strength that lay beneathβ¦ unfffβ¦ It was hard to look at him for long without feeling your skin start to prickle with heat.
βWait, you two know each other?β Luke asked you and you nodded.
βHe came to my rescue at the fairground last weekend while you were showing that white rabbit the time of its life,β you grinned.
At that, Luke flushed. You werenβt the only one who liked Rhokannβs build, but the orc wasnβt looking at Lukeβs incredibly toned arms, which were currently being deliberately shown off to amazing advantage by his tight, black t-shirt. No, Rhokann was looking at you like you were the most interesting thing heβd seen in a year, and it was enough to make a cloud of butterflies erupt in your chest.
βDamn,β Luke hissed down at you, smirking. βYou werenβt kidding about the βsuper hot orc guyβ thing.β
At that, your eyes went wide with horror and you smacked him in the chest with a wild flail of your hand. βI canβt believe Lily told you I said that, but you didnβt have to fucking repeat it!β you hissed around a strangled yelp. βIn front of him,β you added through gritted teeth.
Rhokann chuckled quietly from a few feet away, and you turned quickly back to look at him. He raised one thick, black eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.
Turning to Luke in desperation as a mild panic seeped across your brain, you blurted, βDidnβt you say they were super busy at breakfast? Come on, weβd better goβ¦β
And with that, you bolted from the garage without waiting for Luke to follow.
You werenβt proud, and you were sorely disappointed in yourself for chickening out, but in your defence, your friend had just embarrassed the hell out of you in front of your hero of the day. What if Rhokann just thought you were some human with a crush now?
Luke caught up with you, looking back over his shoulder at Rhokann for a second, and then trotted down the road at your side. βHey, wait, Iβmβ¦ Iβm sorry,β he said. βI didnβt mean to embarrass you.β
βItβs ok,β you groaned. βI know how it feels when thereβs a gorgeous guy standing there looking likeβ¦ thatβ¦ In your case, stupid stuff falls out of your mouth. In my case, I clam up.β
βFair, but still,β Luke groused, holding the door of the cafe open for you and letting you step in ahead of him. βIβm sorry.β
The scent of coffee and sweet icing sugar wafted around you and you forgot your embarrassment for a bit, but the way youβd scuppered your chances haunted you for the rest of the morning at work.
By the time you got home, you were fractious and stimming and in need of some space to slough off the day on your own terms. When your phone chimed a little while later, you assumed it would be one of your friends, but it was an unknown number, and your heart skipped a beat.
βHey, itβs Rhokann. I hope this isnβt presumptuous of me. Your friend Luke gave me your number and said it was an apology, but he didnβt say what for. Anyway, if youβre not interested, just ignore this and block my number, but Iβd love to see you again. Let me know if youβre up for that, and maybe we can figure something out soon. If not, Iβm glad I met you all the same and I wonβt contact you again.β
No one had ever said anything like that to you, and you stared at the text for a full five minutes.
The first person you texted though was Luke to yell at him affectionately in all caps. He called you back, and you accepted the call with a little huff that made him laugh with quiet fondness. βIβm sorry, Titch,β he said. βBut I fucked up, and I figured heβd been about to ask for your number before you boltedβ¦β
βYeah, but I would have had the chance to say noβ¦β you said.
βTrue, and Iβm sorry I interfered again,β he sighed, and then after barely a beat had passed, βSo are you gonna meet up?β
You rolled your eyes and flopped down onto the sofa. βI havenβt texted back. But probably.β
βYes! Heβs stunning. You saw those caps on his tusks though, right? Heβs old schoolβ¦ Heβs probably gonna go all-out to impress youβ¦β
βSo long as he doesnβt literally hunt and catch dinner for me, I donβt mind. Lily told me about orc courtship, and I am not interested in a whole fucking elk on my doorstep or somethingβ¦β
βNah, but he might challenge the chef to a death match for the honour of feeding youβ¦β
βOh please donβt even joke about it,β you groaned, and Luke did laugh, long and loud. βIβm hanging up now, you bastard.β
βLove you too, Titch,β he said, and hung up for you.
It took a while to figure out how to reply to Rhokann, but eventually you came up with something that you hoped didnβt sound super desperate and strange. βSorry I bailed earlier like that. Luke has no shame, I swear, but Iβve told him off for going behind my back and weβre friends again now. You free this Friday evening?β
Before you could chicken out, you sent the message and sat back on the sofa, wringing your hands quietly in your lap and breathing steadily.
His reply came five minutes later. βIf it helps, he was really awkward about broaching the topic with me when he came to collect his car. And yes I am free this Friday. What were you thinking?β
βAll on me then?β
βI have suggestions but I wondered what you wanted. Cocktails at βIceCube and Henbaneβ? Catching that new movie theyβre advertising all over town? Dinner somewhere? A walk along the river and takeaway from one of the food trucks? Any combination of those?β
Realising he was probably letting you decide on something that wouldnβt be as overstimulating as the funfair had been, you decided to keep being playful first. βYou know henbane is poisonous to humans?β
βThey serve human-safe cocktails too, and non-alcoholic ones too that are just as good. Steer well clear of the naga-specific menu though because that shit could clean out a drain. Or strip the rust off your buddyβs car.β
You barked a laugh that echoed off the walls of your apartment. βIβll tell him you said that.β
βGo ahead, I said as much to him already.β
His texts had a cocky kind of confidence that heβd not really exuded on the day youβd met him at the fair, but then you remembered how heβd drawn himself up to his full height to shield you from those artless onlookers and flexed his shoulders just a fraction to make them back off, and you figured the two sides of him could probably sit well on his bulky frame after all.
βOof, I bet his ego took a hit with that. Letβs do cocktails and then maybe walk them off along the river afterwards?β
βSounds perfect. Shall I meet you somewhere first or meet there?β
You looked the place up online, which you probably should have done first in case it was out of your price range, and hit the map on the website to see where it was. Having arranged to meet him there, you signed off for the night and tried to get your mind to stop spinning. Somehow, despite two missed chances, the universe had thrown you a gift and a third chance in the form of Lukeβs meddling.
That Friday, dressed in what you hoped would be an appropriate outfit for a cocktail bar in a swankier part of the city, you headed out with your heart in your throat.
Rhokann was impossible to miss, standing under the soft, orange light of the lamp outside the cocktail bar, and wow did he look good in black dress pants and a white shirt. His twin silver tusk-caps caught the light, and you noted that this time he had his hair tied back off his face in twin braids that melted into a single rope that hung down his spine.
He spotted you and turned to watch you walk towards him, but he didnβt make any kind of move towards you until you came to a stop in front of him and looked up into his softly smiling face.
βHi,β you said awkwardly.
βHi. You look gorgeous,β he added, eyeing you up and down in a way that made his gaze feel like a physical presence against your skin, and it was all you could do to repress a shiver.
You swallowed thickly. βLikewise.β
βShall we head in?β
βLead the way,β you said, not really wanting to walk into the unfamiliar space first. Rhokann just nodded and pushed the door open, holding it for you to enter behind him before heading into the softly-lit, wood-panelled bar.
It had the cosy, secretive air of a speakeasy, and as you wove through the tables behind the server who had looked Rhokann up and down and licked her lips in a very unsubtle display of interest, you spotted someone playing an upright piano in a far corner. Rhokann thanked the server politely and let his eyes drift back to you a moment later, the woman apparently forgotten. Something warmed in your chest and you took your seat opposite him.
He was one of those people that had real presence, and it wasnβt just his size that conjured it around him like a tangible aura. There was something about him that made people look at him, but his eyes never left you. After two menus had been set down before you, he said, βTonightβs on me, if thatβs alright?β
βYouβre sure?β
Rhokann inclined his head and you caught sight of an earring dangling from his right ear. It looked like a piece of jet shaped like a small fang, polished and set in silver and dangling by a single link to a ball stud in his earlobe. He had silver rings up the line of cartilage to the pointed tips of his ears, and in the lobe of his left he had a simple silver stud. At the artfully-open neck of his white shirt, you could see the hint of an orcish tattoo and a whisper of dark hair that made something thrum through you again.
In contrast to your habit of moving around, he seemed still and calm as a monolith, and you found yourself drawn to that; drawn to his steadiness in a way youβd never experienced with anyone. Over the course of the next two hours, the two of you also talked in a way youβd never found easy with anyone. He listened, and in a measured, easy, back and forth of conversational give and take, you got to know each other.
His family was wealthy and lived in the country for the most part, and yes, they were very traditional by modern orcish standards. βYou might think Iβm pretty formal when it comes to orcish ways,β he said, looking self-conscious for the first time all evening, βBut you should see my parents and my two older brothersβ¦β He took a deep draw of his smoky, whisky cocktail and blew out a breath. The tip of his tongue caressed his lower lip just a little as he savoured the lingering taste, and your eyes tracked the movement hungrily.
To distract yourself, you eyed his silver tusk-caps and said, βI was going to ask aboutβ¦β and tapped the side of your mouth awkwardly, not sure if you should really be asking about his orcish jewellery and personal tastes so soon.
To your relief, Rhokann smiled and brought his finger and thumb up to the right hand tusk. He lifted the cap off and turned it over in his hand for a second before handing it to you to look at. The tusk beneath gleamed beautifully in the low light, and you had been correct in guessing that his tusks were tipped with wickedly sharp points beneath them.
In your fingers, the cap was practically the size of a tiny shot glass, and you could see the orcish patterns engraved into its surface all the way around. βItβs beautiful,β you said. βMy friend Lily told me a bit about orcish culture, but she doesnβt really keep to traditions, so I donβt know all that much. Just the things she personally doesnβt like. Which, to be fair, seems like a lot when you get her started on a rant.β
He laughed and delicately took the silver cap back from you when you held it out to him. He slid it easily back into place and said, βYou can ask me anything you like. I figured your friend didnβt like me much when she gave me the once-over at the fairground.β
βSheβs protective of the people she cares for,β you said. βItβs the one orcish trait she hasnβt abandoned. That, and showing off her muscles for her girlfriend.β The heady atmosphere and the slight rush of adrenaline that was coursing through you from being so close to him at last was making you bold, and you spoke before youβd realised you might actually be insulting him, but Rhokann only laughed.
βAhh, those traits are etched into our DNA,β he said. βYouβre gonna have to go a long way to find an orc who isnβt protective, and who doesnβt like to show off just a little bit.β
You stared pointedly at his muscles beneath the white shirt and then looked him in the eye. βIf youβve got it, why not show it off a bit.β
βOnly if it worksβ¦β
You cocked an eyebrow. βCanβt you tell?β
He leaned just a fraction closer and your heart skipped a beat or two as his big, brown eyes seemed to glow softly. βIβm getting some hints,β he purred. βYou slipped through my fingers twice now,β he went on, bringing his hand up onto the table and laying it knuckle-down on the wooden surface between your empty glasses. βIβm not going to let a third time pass me by without a proper answer from you.β
βWhatβs the question?β you asked faintly.
He smiled. βCan I see you again after tonight?β
You nodded.
βYou want to get out of here yet?β
Again, you nodded.
His smile returned, and you sat back in your seat while he hailed the server and paid for your drinks. He gave her a tip generous enough to make her blush, and then stood and looked down at you. βReady?β
A third nod was all the answer you could muster, but he didnβt seem to think you rude.
He walked behind you this time as you led the way out, and when you stepped out into the balmy, end-of-summer evening, you heard him heave a huge sigh. Glancing back over your shoulder, you found him looking at you, and you flushed. βWhat?β
βIβm just glad I got the chance to see you again. I thoughtβ¦ I thought that was it when your friend bustled you away from me.β
βWhy were you working there?β you asked bluntly. You wanted to know why he was working as a mechanic at a tiny garage on the edge of town too, if his family was so well-off, but you didnβt know him well enough to ask something so direct. βAt the fair, I mean.β
He smiled. βI wanted to?β he shrugged. βIβve always been the dutiful son β I went to a good university and got a respectable degree and got a sensible job, but I feltβ¦ choked.β
Rhokann sighed again and checked the street for traffic before gesturing with his hand for you to start crossing. You walked by his side as the pair of you headed towards the river, where a long, flat promenade stretched, and you listened to him talk. His beautiful, rumbling bass carried easily on the still evening, and it made you feel steady again amid the noise of the city behind you.
βIβm not on bad terms with my family or anything, butβ¦ after a close friend of mine passed last year, I decided that I was going to live my life on my terms, and not anyone elseβs. My heritage is very important to me, but itβs not everything I am. My family doesnβt understand why I quit my career and got a summer job working at the fair of all places, or why I turned my love of cars and fixing things into a job as a mechanic.β
βIf youβre happier now, thatβs all that matters, right?β you said.
He grinned. βIβm happy tonight, thatβs for sure.β
βYouβre such a charmer.β
βIf it works, right?β he chuckled. You got the impression there were depths to him that would slowly unravel to you over time, and you found yourself looking forward to it already.
βYeah, it works,β you mumbled.
You walked along the embankment together for a while until his footsteps faltered and he asked, βWould you let me hold your hand?β
βSure,β you smiled, hoping you didn't have sweaty palms.
His hands were rough and huge, but you made it work, and it was wonderful to have a physical connection with him after clicking over chat and drinks already.
In the lea of the oldest bridge that spanned the wide river, the two of you slowed and came to a natural halt to lean against the wall in easy silence, staring out at the water as it slid past in an inky, glittering ribbon.
Rhokann turned away from the view and the movement caught your attention, drawing your gaze up to his handsome face.
βCan I kiss you?β he asked in a hoarse murmur.
βYes.β
Leaning down, Rhokann placed his palms on your jaw and angled your head gently upwards, but he didnβt kiss you right away. He bit his lower lip and although his eyes narrowed, you saw the way his pupils widened hungrily. βYouβre stunning,β he exhaled. βIβ¦ Iβve wanted to kiss you all night.β
βStop talking about it then, and do it,β you teased.
His eyes flashed and he closed the distance between you, hunching over and pressing his mouth against yours. His tusks framed your mouth beautifully, the silver caps nudging into your cheeks a little as he kissed you senseless. Youβd never been kissed like that. His hands left your face and wandered down to your waist, where he tightened his grip and picked you up, setting you down on the wide, stone wall that bordered the river. At that height, it was much easier for him to reach you, and he stepped closer, parting your knees to stand even nearer to you. You hooked your lower legs around his hips and let him kiss you over and over until your body felt like it was on fire.
Your fingers found the intricate plait of the braids on the side of his head and he moaned when you ran your fingertips over the pattern. βI want you,β he said. βNot tonight if you donβt want it, but I need you to know I want you. However youβd likeβ¦β
βI want you too,β you breathed back in the scant space between you, foreheads touching. It felt more intimate than any words youβd ever spoken, but it also felt true.
Your hands moved to grip his huge, rounded shoulders and you squeezed before running your palms across his pecs. His chest heaved and he sounded out of breath when he said, βMy place isnβt far from here. You want to come back to mine?β
You nodded.
He lifted you down and took a moment with his eyes closed to breathe carefully. In the light of a nearby street lamp, you could see the impressive tent in his trousers, and you bit back a smile.
βTold you I want you,β he said when he caught you looking. βCome on.β
Flattered and a little intimidated, you walked with him back to his apartment. It wasnβt anything showy like a penthouse overlooking the city, but it was in a nice part of town, and it felt secure and homely as you followed him into the lift. In a small rush of bravery, you placed your hand at the small of his back and you felt as much as heard the groan of pleasure he let out in the small confines of the elevator. His skin radiated heat through the fabric, and you splayed your fingers, feeling the solid muscle and the slight softness there too that made you ache inside and out for him.
By the time you got to his front door, he was taking deliberately steady breaths, but the moment you were inside, he lost a little of that composure. βIβd offer you a drink, or ββ You silenced him by reaching up and pressing your thumb along his lip before drawing him down to kiss you again. Part of you wanted him to take you right there in the hallway, but you had hoped for something a little more comfortable.
Rhokann undressed you carefully but insistently, and between the front door and his stylish, modern bedroom you left a trail of your clothes and his, until you were both in only your underwear by the time you were standing beside his massive bed.
Dark sheets stretched neatly across its huge expanse, and he let you push him down to sit on the edge of the mattress, gazing up at you with his hands resting at your hips, thumbs drawing idle lines across the fabric of your underwear. The evidence of his arousal was obvious, and a darker wet patch had started to seep into the material at the tip of his cock.
His body was soft but strong in the kind of way that youβd always adored. His paunch was evident, but his arms were like anchor cables, and while he might not have had the lean look of a social media gym-junkie, he could outlast any of them in a show of strength.
βI never thanked you,β you said, reaching around to the back of his head for the plait that youβd wanted to feel in your hands since the first time youβd seen him.
βFor what?β he asked breathlessly. His pupils were huge and the light reflected in his warm eyes like a catβs in the dark. Desire swept through you in a heady rush.
Slowly, taking your time about it, you straddled his lap and sank yourself down to grind your hips decadently against his, and when his hard cock moved against your body, he let out a long, broken moan.
You tightened your hold on his braid and the sound he made would stay with you forever. The deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest and his eyes rolled back behind fluttering eyelids. Beneath you, you felt his cock twitch.
βPlease,β he gasped. His grip tightened on your hips and he shuddered like he was losing control of all his strength, fighting to keep from having his way with you. The jet earring dangling from his right ear glinted softly as it swayed like a tiny pendulum in the void between his earlobe and his shoulder.
βI never thanked you for taking such good care of me,β you said.
The orc responded exactly as youβd expected he would, and gave a throaty hum of pleasure.
βWhen I needed you, you protected meβ¦ got me out of thereβ¦β
Youβd chosen your words very carefully, and Rhokann arched his spine, jutting his hips up and practically begging to fuck you without uttering a word.
You twisted his braid around your hand one more time and he tipped his head back, following the direction of the force you put on his head. The lick of red in his forelock looked perfect in the warm light of his bedroom, and you had been right about the orcish tattoos that covered his chest, right down to his hips. He also had the most delicious chest hair and the dark trail that ran down from his navel to the waistband of his tight boxer-briefs was gradually making you lose your mind.
βYou were patient and understanding, and you didnβt mind that I didnβt have my words then,β you went on. βBut I have them now, donβt I?β
βYou do,β he choked. βYou do. Pleaseβ¦ Pleaseβ¦β
βLet me thank you properly then,β you said, and climbed carefully off his lap. You looked pointedly at his underwear and said, βOff.β
βOnly if you do to,β he said, and you knew youβd met your counterpart in him.
He gave and took in equal measure, and as the two of you lost yourselves tangled in his sheets that night, you knew he was going to be the best thing that could have happened to you. The two of you moved in perfect synchrony, and you came apart within a heartbeat of each other. Rhokann made a mess of the sheets and you made more noise than youβd ever made coming in your life, and when the two of you lay back, sweaty and satiated at last, he wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.
βYouβre perfect,β he whispered.
βThank the gods for third chances,β you smiled and he laughed quietly. βAnd meddling werewolves.β
βIndeed. Come here.β He tugged you against his body so that you were lying half-propped against him, with one arm draped over his soft middle, and you trailed your fingers up the centre of his chest. βYou staying the night?β
You nodded, and hoped it would be the first of many.
__
I really hope you enjoyed this. If you did, and you made it all the way to the end, please consider showing your support by reblogging. It really is the best (and totally free!) way to help the artists and writers whose work you enjoy.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
One of my favorite textures is homemade stoneware, the kind that's smooth and cool to the touch like river rock and has a satin patina that isn't grippy like shiny ceramic or porcelain, and when I pick up a cup or bowl with that texture it's so soothing and cold that it's like taking a deep drink of icy-cold water on a long hot day, and I like to flip and roll and rub it all over in my hands, and it's like eating, or absorbing, or consuming it in some way, drinking and tasting with my skin, only better because there is never any less of it, and when that happens, I appreciate my brain for what it is, and the loneliness of being strange and uncomfortable is less
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming