Big Old Softie (Fenrana x Nash)
The senior cowboy and the automaton had left to do a shopping adventure and the elderly woman was taking a nap on a nearby sofa. They had returned from their operation at the dilapidated elementary school and it had been a waste of time and resources. In Fenrana’s eyes at least, they had discovered some suspects unspoiled, still children fortunately, however they had to battle their way through the true victims, the children turned into soldiers prematurely. The abuse of science and magic was infuriating and what was pissing the inspector off more than anything else, was the fact that something this large had gone unnoticed by the police of Vorrak’k. Writing these reports were proving to be more asinine than the mock ones they had to fill out back in university.
“Ya good?” Nash, the deputy cowboy, asked, seeing Fen looking so tense. Fenrana shook their head not looking at the half orc, so he suggested trying to be helpful, “I can leave if you’d like. I know some people like being alone with their thoughts when things are going their way.”
“That’s genuinely the last thing I need,” Fenrana corrects, gently grabbing Nash’s shoulder, keeping him closer. Realizing the gesture the inspector releases the half orc and says blushing, “My thoughts aren’t the best when I’m alone.”
“Okay good,” Nash sighed relieved, “I’m the same way.”
“Really?” Fenrana asked surprised, “You’ve probably been the most level headed other than the automaton.”
“I’m a firm believer of faking it till you make it,” Nash confessed, “It’s much easier to fake confidence when you’re the biggest guy in the room.”
“That doesn’t help me,” Fenrana grumbled looking themself over, “I guess I got the shallow end of the gene pool in that regard.”
“Trust me, it’s more trouble than it’s worth,” Nash replied, “It makes people assume things, I’d much rather be able to talk my way out of a fight than constantly have people try and fight me.”
“But you certainly hold people's respect much easier than just holding a title,” The inspector counter complained, “Though with how we are complaining it sounds like Boston should be our perfect middle ground.”
“We are unbelievably doomed if Boston is the model citizen,” Nash snorted, before both of them laughed hard, it was the first time they had laughed during this case. They forgot that the halfling barbarian was asleep in the room with them, luckily she didn’t awaken. After they had their laugh. Nash looked to Fenrana and said, “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”
“That came out of nowhere,” Fen deflected, not wanting to have this conversation, the looked down to the hologram coming out of their sim chip, “If you don’t mind I have to file-”
“I do mind,” Nash snapped, placing his hand over the sim chip, turning off the hologram. The orcs' large chiseled body intimidating the inspector into a blushing silence. The barbarian, seemingly unaware, continued, “You’ve been going at this job nonstop since it started, and not once have you ever shown confidence in your skill, or in any of ours for that matter.”
“Excuse me?!” Fenrana snapped trying to push the deputy cowboy’s hand away, seeing it having no effect and continued their verbal defense “I am dealing with backwaters authorities and objectives I was not trained for mind you! And it’s not like I was given Vorrak’k finest to work with.”
“I don’t live here! I arrived here less than twelve hours before the church was attacked!” Nash defended, “We drove almost seven hours to get Ric to safety and we all nearly died!”
“I-” the inspector stopped, they were unaware of that circumstance, they broke eye contact with Nash and their eyes slowly drifted down the stocky build. Nash’s form began to make Fenranas cheeks. They looked away, Nash releasing Fenrana’s arm. They get back to their work, filing paperwork. To change the subject and thought of a conversation they and Boston had had previously about coping skills for the job. Nash had to excuse himself to the bathroom for a call, didn’t say who it was when he got back but he certainly seemed concerned. To help, Fenrana pulled out their lute and began to play a song. They ask the barbarian a question why they fingers continued their work, “Has Jones told you about the ways to handle this line of work?”
“Nope,” Nash replied sitting onto the bed, trying to get as comfortable as he can on the chair, that was his parole officer, someone he had completely forgotten about, considering he had only been out for less than a week, he was surprised it took so long for them to contact him, considering he left the country. It was on work, but he didn’t contact them before they left the country of Ith’ Taros. Nash looked over to Fenrana curious, “Jones only hired me earlier this week, did you know him from before?”
“Then when did he teach you about the coping techniques of being a cowboy?” Nash asked, confused, thinking of when those two were alone together or when he heard Boston explain the rules of being a bounty hunter.
“Right after we lost Danyel,” Fenrana blushed, looking away from Nash, thinking about the events that had happened. It was only a few hours ago, Fen still ached a bit, but was able to clean up via magic. They adjusted themself, like they feared, sitting was proving to be difficult. The inspector cleared their throat and said, “He gave me a few options, but most of them are… obscene.”
“That tracks for Boston,” Nash grumbles, sitting up his face close to Fenrana’s. Looking at them, he began to see their blushing expression. He asked, “Um, was it something you experienced with him?”
“That would be ridiculous!” Fenrana blushed, standing up, trying to put as much space between themself and the half orc. They took a few moments to compose themself and turned to the deputy cowboy, “He offered me a cigarette and I declined that’s all that happened.”
“Do you think I’d stoop to such crass behaviors because that self-righteous, narcissistic, criminal?” Fenrana snapped feeling their face grow hot once again, thinking about your encounter with Jones. Completely losing themselves to irrational thoughts the continued this manic display, “I bet you’re the same, wanting to take advantage of me with your large physic-”
“Hold your horses Fen,” Nash said standing up putting his hands on the inspectors shoulders, trying to calm them down. As the cowboy did, he was surprised when he heard a soft sigh escape from Fenrana’s lips. Nash paused before releasing them and asked, “I think you need some rest Fen, you’re acting strange.”
“Would you stay with me?” Fenrana asked Nash, they made eye contact with them, openly blushing they confessed, “I… I like having you around.”
“Sure,” Nash replied head tilted, confused by what was going on, but wanting to be supportive as best he could. He sat awkwardly next to the inspector, not knowing what would set them off. He wanted to be a shoulder for them to cry on. Fen did put themself on Nash’s tone shoulder. When the barbarian heard them moan a third time he had to ask, “Do you need something Fen? You’re acting strange.”
“I’m tired Nash,” they confessed, wiping away a tear, their last wall crumbling, “I… I don’t know what to do.”
“Did whatever you and Boston do help calm you down?” Nash asked, feeling his own face going hot. He glanced over to Fenrana and could see their face was almost as red as a strawberry. Knowing that crafty bastard, he probably got what he wanted and made it seem like it was the inspector's idea. Nash didn’t want to do that, but it was clear that the Fen needed something.
“It definitely did something,” Fenrana confessed before Nash could ask a follow up question. They looked up at the ork and stammered, as if each word was harder than the last, “Have you ever… engaged in explicit activities with a coworker?”
“Would you…” Fen asked their hand slowly going up Nash’s thigh toward his groin, the orcs face blushing hot now like the inspector's face was. Fenrana looked at Nash and was able to muster,“Would you like to?”
Before Fen could finish playing with Nash’s covered weapon the orc moved with such speed and skill the next thing Fenrana knew they were on their back and the barbarian was pleasing their lower half. They didn’t even feel either pants or underwear slip past their knees; they were just now naked from the waist down. The orc was working overtime, pleasing the inspector with his mouth. Nash used his massive hands to pull Fenrana closer so he could be more through with his tongue.
“Fuck Nash,” the ambassador gasped feeling their legs tingle with pleasure. They began to play and pull on the mop of hair Nash guiding Nash’s movements, Fenrana confessed, “I wanted to please you.”
“Don’t worry,” He smiled, his brown eyes piercing through the inspectors. The ork kissed where he had just been pleasing softly before growling into them, “You will have your chance to prove your worth to me in a moment.”
Fenrana couldn’t hide the moan of curious delight and the deputy cowboy went back to his work. Either Nash is incredible at this or Fenrana was still sensitive after what happened only a few hours prior. Either way the inspector began to feel their toes curl and release. Nash swallowed their fluids with a smile; Fenrana breathed through moans, and they weren’t complaining, but seeing the orcs smile made them blush even more than they already were. Part of them thinking they would never need to wear blush again at this rate.
“Do you want your turn?” Nash asked dropping his mesh shorts, his length now out for the inspector to see. Their jaw dropped, it was longer than the holy mans, but surprisingly not as thick; not that the inspector was going to complain. The hungry, but slowly, still recovering from the orcs work, Fenrana made their way over to the end of the bed and deepthroat Nash’s member. The cowboy moaned in delight and surprise, “Geez Fenrana, if I’d know this was your skill level, I’d have asked for tips.”
That compliment gave the inspector a confidence boost they didn’t know they needed. They continued whipping cream wanting to prove that they were as skilled as they tried to prove to the senior cowboy. Not that it was necessary to prove it, the inspector doubted this would be a conversation between the two cowboys. Fenrana swallowed another inch of Nash’s tool bringing themselves back to the objective at hand, getting their brains fucked out. The cowboy seemed to get the memo and began his own battle against Fenrans' throat. Who was loving this primal force. They felt their own place of pleasure began to grow hot once again, the only being used in such a manner. They felt their makeup being ruined as they gagged on this barbarians member, but right now they couldn’t give less of a damn.
“Holy fuck Fen,” Nash growled, he couldn’t decide if the inspectors moans were sexier than the sounds of his dick made hitting the back of their throat. He was reaching a breaking point however and wasn’t ready to be done with this ‘team building exercise’. He begrudgingly let his shaft have one satisfying pop from the inspectors lips before he looked deep into Fenranas eyes and growled, “I’m going to break you in half now.”
“Please,” The inspector begged, laying on their back, exposing themself to Nash. Nash looked over them with a hunger that nearly made Fenranas toes curl again. Nash then with a softness that surprised Fenrara, the orc began to remove the inspector's shirt, button by button. Fenrana couldn’t help but tease, “Aren’t you going to break all my buttons with a display of strength?”
“And ruin your shirt? I’m not paying for you to get a new one,” Nash replied, undoing the last button. Opening the shirt Nash began to slowly caress Fenrana’s exposed chest, giving his stamina some time to recover. He slowly traced around Fenrana’s nipples before slowly pinching one and smiling, “But I will buy you an ice pack for your cute ass when I’m done.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Fenrana grumbled, but moaned as they felt their nippled being played with. They began to play with themself with this new stimulation. After what seems like an eternity they finally plea, “Give it to me Nashville Fenegan-Thompson. Give me your hard throbbing cock.”
Nash isn’t one to refuse a request, but he was a bit nervous, he wasn’t the most experienced in this, but the tension in his shaft had a mind of its own. He found himself spitting in his hand to make sure he was lubed enough to slip deep into Fenrana’s hungry hole. They gasped in tandem both in bliss from the sensation. There was a pause between the two, both getting situated, their inexperience would have been present if anyone was watching. They regain eye contact, both blushing at the situation. Nash began thrust, seeing if this bliss was fleeting, much to both of their delight, it wasn’t.
“Fuck Nash,” Fenrana muttered between moans. This was very different from what happened with Jones. The senior cowboy was carnal, raw, and sloppy. The orc was surprisingly more gentle and through. Maybe it was just circumstance. But before the inspector could continue the compare and contrast between the two, Nash reached a new spot with that thrust, Fenrana gasped and blurted without composure, “Fuck, cock is fantastic.”
“You feel amazing too.” Nash panted trying to control his thrusts, not wanting to rip anything, but also wanting to keep having this feeling for as long as possible. His fingers around and tugging Fenrana’s nipple seemed to make them tighter whenever it was tugged, and Nash nearly blew his load every time they got tighter. Fen began to play with themself with their free hand, the other playing with the neglected nipple. Until finally the orc was finally at his breaking point:
“Where do you want my load?”
“Wha-” Fen gasped the question, catching them off guard. The surprise caused them to release their own fluids. They gasped, feeling their body tingling completely. Nash had to hold his breath not to release his own load. He longingly looked to the inspector for direction. After their legs regained some feeling they nodded pleading, “Inside. please Nash, fill me with your hot. sticky. cum.”
The orc lost his cool and his load as he released and continued to trust, making sure every part of their insides was dripping with his cum. The sensation of being filled in such a manner made the inspector release again, the rush of pleasure was mind melting.
“Fuck,” A voice behind the two of them panted, the pair, sweaty, sticky and tired looked behind them, only to see Rimita awake and pleasing herself. Before the two could say a word, the halfling readjusted her leather suit and said, “I’ll go in the other room, the two of you clean up. But if you decide to have another round, call me. That looked like fun.”
“Rimita!” Fenrana blushed, sitting up trying to get an explanation from the spicy golden girl, but she was already gone. The pair looked at each other, now red in the face from embarrassment as well. The inspector looked around the bed and asked, “If you’d like you can lay down next to me, I could use a cuddle buddy while doing this paperwork.”
“Sure.” Nash nodded, pulling his softened meat out of Fenrana, who disappointedly moaned, but knew it had to be done. The pair of awkward rookies spent the next few hours together, warming each other from the cold realities of the world.
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