Warmth flooded Della as she stepped inside the little bakery, the sugary scent of dozens of desserts so strong that, for a moment, she forgot how to move. Peaches and Cream was the newest bakery in town, and already becoming the most popular. Now, as she took in the sight of the gorgeous display of finely decorated cakes and the delicious smell wafting from the kitchen, she understood exactly why.
The place looked like something out of a dream, with everything it had to offer. As Della stepped further inside, she was immediately drawn to the glass display by the counter - the cakes were enormous, easily three tiers or more, each one laden with intricate icing and beautiful decorations that made them look more like designer cakes than something from a local bakery.
“Hello?” she called, resting her arms on the counter and peering hopefully into the kitchen. The place was empty, unsurprising this close to closing, but the bakery was also entirely devoid of staff.
There was a shuffle of heavy feet from the kitchen, a little intake of breath as if whoever was inside hadn’t expected someone to come in. “Just a minute,” a deep voice called, “sorry, I was just about to close.”
Disappointment filled Della’s chest, and she turned to stare forlornly at the beautiful cakes. “I can always come back tomorrow?” she offered to the voice, though she had really hoped to treat herself to something nice after a hellish week at work. Well, some things weren’t meant to be, and waiting one extra day wouldn’t kill her -
“Oh no, it’s all right,” the voice chirped - though there was something off about the cheerful tone. He was probably putting on a customer voice. Della, who worked in a call centre, knew the feeling too well. Another bustle of movement followed, then, “I’ll be out in a minute. Uh, I won’t be long.”
Humming quietly, Della conceded. She turned to the display, unable to help herself from smiling. Everything looked lovely, and it was easy to tell which cakes were most popular by how much was left. Up close, she saw that each cake came with a handwritten sign indicating the flavour. The pistachio tray bake must have been the favourite, because there was only one piece left. “Pistachio brownies, mint chocolate cake,” she murmured, scanning the delicate handwriting, “summer fruits cheesecake, coffee and caramel, toffee with toasted marshmallow icing…”
“Find something you like?”
Her heart leapt, a little squeak escaping her lips as she looked up. Behind the counter stood the most gorgeous orc she’d ever seen. He had to be nearly seven foot tall, towering over both her and the counter. He wore an icing-stained apron over a tight black t-shirt, the strings tied snug around his middle. The apron itself was a little too small, hugging his generous curves and forcing the ties beneath the overhang of his belly.
“Uh,” she stuttered, “hi?”
He didn’t reply right away, and she managed to tear her eyes away from his thick waist to meet his gaze. Her stomach dropped. While she’d been too busy admiring him to notice, it quickly became clear why he had needed a moment before greeting her. Dark circles sat beneath his grey eyes, and although he’d tried to look presentable, it was obvious he’d been crying.
“Are you all right?” Della blurted, wincing inwardly. Had she been in his situation, she wouldn’t have wanted commentary from a random customer. Biting her lip, she stumbled to take it back. “I mean, it’s none of my business. You’re ready to close anyway, so I should just give you some peace and head home…”
Somehow, he managed a smile that showed pointed teeth and huge, chunky tusks. They were unmarked, which meant he was unmarried - at least, according to her high school studies. “It’s fine,” he said after a moment, though he didn’t quite meet her eyes. “It’s just been a tough day.”
“Oh, I know how that feels.” Her heart ached for him - not just because she thought he was breathtaking, though he was. She probably should have just left, but something kept her rooted to the spot. “Do… do you want to talk about it?” After a pause, she offered him her name as well.
“Eirik,” he introduced quietly. His eyes drifted to the door, and he raised one massive hand to ruffle his dark hair, which was tied into a messy topknot with loose strands falling across his forehead. A few locks had stuck to his soft jaw, and he swiped them away with a frown. “Really,” he muttered, “you don’t have to feel bad for me. I’m sure you’ve got places to be.”
Oh no. How could someone so enormous be so cute? Part of Della wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let go, and truthfully, she only held back because they were strangers. Resisting the urge to hug him anyway, she shifted from foot to foot. “Well, I’ve just finished work and I’ve nowhere to be. And it’s easier to talk to someone you don’t know, or so I’ve been told.”
“I really couldn’t - ”
“We could talk about it over cake? They all look amazing. Did you bake them?”
Eirik’s shoulders relaxed, a tiny smile curling at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, I made them all. Everyone’s always surprised to see an orc baker, which I guess is why Signy…” He trailed off with a shrug. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
Offering a bright grin, Della tried to quell the butterflies stirring in her chest. She was an adult, and this man clearly needed someone to talk to. Swallowing, she replied, “Cut me a slice of that coffee and caramel cake, and I’m yours as long as you need me.”
She swore Eirik blushed, his cheeks taking on a ruddy hue beneath the green. It was adorable, and she couldn’t help but stare as he cut two generous slices of cake. There was no way she could eat all that in one sitting, but compared to him it looked like barely a serving.
There was a little booth in the corner, which aside from a handful of small tables was the only place to sit. Della slid into the booth, feeling her chest flutter again as Eirik settled across from her. The booth was narrow, really, and his belly pressed up against the table, but it was oddly sweet.
Focus, she scolded herself. This isn’t about you.
For a moment, neither of them said a word. Eirik stared down at his plate as if it were poison, picking up his fork in one massive hand without taking a bite. Instead, he twirled it absently between his fingers.
This was awkward. Maybe she shouldn’t have coaxed him into this, and should have minded her own business. “Look,” she started, raising her eyes to his, “if you don’t want to talk about it, don’t feel pressured. I don’t know. You seem really sweet and it’s obvious you’re not having a good day. I want to help, you know?”
A smile twitched at his lips. “I want to, really. It’s just that I’ve barely had time to think because I’ve been working all day, but now it’s almost closing and I don’t know what I’ll do once I don’t have work to focus on any more.” He shrugged, and Della had the perfect view of his thick arms straining the material of his t-shirt.
“Well,” she began slowly, “how about you tell me what happened, first? You mentioned someone called Signy?”
“Yeah.” Eirik stabbed the slice of cake with his fork, and his smile vanished. Whoever Signy was, things had clearly ended badly. He twirled the fork again before taking a bite, and didn’t answer straight away. Then, almost reluctantly, he murmured, “she’s my girlfriend. Or she was, until this morning when she phoned me to say she’d met someone else.”
Ouch. Della’s heart ached for him, a tug of sympathy in her chest. “She didn’t even tell you in person?”
“No. Apparently, she was already on her way to a date with the new guy.”
Suddenly, the cake in front of Della had lost its appeal. Heat flared inside her at the thought of how cruel Signy had been, and she had to clamp her mouth shut against the onslaught of less-than-kind words that rose to mind. Taking a deep breath, she managed, “It sounds like you’re better off without her.” It was true - anyone that rude wasn’t worth his time. Or anyone else’s.
Eirik took another big bite of cake, then scowled and pushed the plate away. It seemed they’d both lost their appetites. “That’s what everyone else said too, but maybe it’s my own fault. Maybe I’m not orcish enough. Signy always complained that I was too gentle, that I spent too much time around humans and that it was embarrassing to date a baker when her father is an orc warlord…”
Truthfully, Della didn’t know a thing about warlords, except that they were a testament to old traditions that very few modern orcs kept. Something about living simply, as their ancestors did, and ruling over a clan in the old fashioned way. Still, being traditional wasn’t an excuse to treat someone like that.
Scowling, Della said, “Sounds to me like Signy didn’t deserve you, anyway. So what if you’re a baker? Look at what you have - these cakes are beautiful, and I can’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t want to try them.” To prove her point, she took a forkful of the coffee and caramel cake, popping it into her mouth with a flourish. And oh, it was delicious. Soft and fluffy with creamy icing, the caramel just sweet enough but with a sharp coffee aftertaste. “Oh, this is really good.”
That earned her a small chuckle, and Eirik ducked his head bashfully when she raised a brow. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “Signy never tried anything I made, even the more traditional food. She worried she’d get fat, like me.” Wrinkling his nose, Eirik returned to staring at his plate.
If Della hadn’t disliked this woman before, she truly couldn’t stand her now. She nearly said as much, only holding herself back when she saw the dejected look on Eirik’s face. He didn’t need more anger - he needed reassurance. “I don’t know how much my opinion is worth, being a stranger and all,” she said, “but my dad always said not to trust a skinny chef. I suppose the same applies to bakers. Anyway, I think you look good.” The last bit slipped out before she could stop it, and her cheeks flared hot. Great. Now he probably thought she was a creep!
Or not. His smile grew just enough to reveal those curved tusks and the sharp point of his canines beside them. Della had always thought tusks replaced the canines, but apparently not. She was trying not to stare, but then Eirik let out a nervous laugh and her heart fluttered madly. “Thanks,” he said after a minute, “I needed this. It’s nice to just get it all out.”
“I know the feeling,” she replied, taking another bite of cake. It was just as rich and delicious as the first. “When something happens to me, I always go running straight to my friend, Clementia. She always jokes about putting a hex or spell on whoever’s been causing trouble. Hey, maybe I could get her to do something like that to Signy.”
Eirik’s laughter was deep and rumbling, echoing beautifully through the quiet bakery. When he smiled, his round cheeks made his eyes crinkle and Della felt a little spark of attraction that was getting harder to ignore. “I’m sure I’ll survive. Thanks, though.”
“Any time.” Without thinking, Della reached forward to squeeze his hand, though hers was so small she could hardly wrap it around all five fingers. Just then her phone beeped, and she remembered she needed to get home - her family would be wondering where she was. “Maybe,” she said quietly, “I could take you out for coffee sometime? It doesn’t have to be a date or anything! I’d just really like to see you again.”
Just when Della thought Eirik couldn’t look more radiant, his lips spread into a gorgeous smile and his whole face turned beetroot red - so bright it even reached the tips of his pointed ears. “I’d like that.”
“Then say… Saturday at two?” She squeezed his hand and smiled.
“Yeah,” he replied softly, “that sounds great.” Although it looked as though he wanted to say more, he only blushed and ducked his head. “You’re not just doing this because you feel bad for me, are you?”
“Not at all.” Another beep reminded Della that her family were waiting, and she tried not to scowl. She wasn’t that late, though she’d only meant to pop in for cake and then go right home. Figuring they could wait a few minutes longer, she ignored the message. Instead, she leaned forward to press a feather-light kiss to Eirik’s cheek. “I think you’re cute, and I’d really like to get to know you better.”
“You would?”
Fighting back a flush of her own, she nodded. “Uh huh. Signy doesn’t know what she’s missing.” Then, before he had the chance to reply, she swept to her feet and darted to the door. She had no idea where the sudden confidence had come from, but she turned back as Eirik watched her leave, offering him a cheeky wave. “See you on Saturday!”
As Della fluttered back outside, she heard him call after her, “Saturday! I can’t wait.”
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After my ‘himbo orcs dream’ post got 200+ notes, here’s the resulting story. I de-himboed them a bit, but they’ve still got himbo energy/vibes. I hope you like it!
Content: shy gender neutral reader, five supportive orc friends, one bi human bestie, and even more toothrotting fluff than usual for me, which is saying something.
Wordcount: 4733
With a knowing, nervous look across the coffee table at Ben, you joined the ‘study group’ call and rested your teeth unconsciously on your lower lip. Folders and notepads sat scattered carelessly across the coffee-ringed surface of the old, cheap table, and you clicked the top of your pen over and over while you waited to connect.
“Stop it,” Ben laughed from his seat at the little dining table on the other side of the room. “You look so nervous. They’ll know something’s up.”
“Something is up! I turn into a stammering wreck whenever I see him, and —” there was a short hum of feedback as your call joined the others already waiting, and then five huge orcs all simultaneously and independently raised their arms in the air and cheered like they were sat right behind the glass at a hockey game. It was a mark of how close they all were that, despite being in their own rooms across campus and separated from each other this time, they all reacted in exactly the same way at exactly the same time.
You had to laugh, but heat immediately engulfed your cheeks and you looked down to avoid looking at Molikhash.
When you and Ben had joined an online study group organised by the student union to help you manage your study time and coursework better, you hadn’t anticipated that all the other members of this one would be orcs. At the first sight of those five rectangles on screen all filled with straining arm and shoulder muscles, and — in Deorakh’s case — bulging, bare pecs and an eight pack to make any body-builder envious (he’d since apologised and agreed to put on a shirt for study time sessions), you’d nearly slammed your laptop lid down and backed out of the call. No way could this go well.
You’d been convinced that they were going to spend the whole time messing around and flexing and showing off instead of studying, but, after some initial jockeying and joking around, the five orcs had settled down and, to their credit, had studied for an entire hour in amicable, easy silence before someone cracked a joke and the gentle banter picked up again.
Mol was the biggest and goofiest of the lot of them. Like his friend Tavhaara, he was an Uruk-hai, while the remaining three were an ice orc, and two plains orcs — blue and green skinned respectively. Seven feet tall, with colossal muscles, mottled purple and brown skin that seemed to glow in certain lights, sharp double tusks, big, kind, laughing, brown eyes, and long, luscious, black hair that he usually tied back in a scruffy bun to reveal tapering ears lined with earrings all the way up, Mol was also possibly the most intimidating person you’d ever clapped eyes on.
Yet, in those first five minutes of that first online session, he’d cracked three awful dad-jokes, made fun of himself for trying to bench-press Floki and ending up with a face full of remarkably tolerant ice orc, bigged-up Tavhaara for a test she’d aced, and complimented you on the elven-made wall-hanging that had been just about visible behind you on your tiny on-screen window. He’d had to peer at his screen to see it, and Deorakh had told him (apparently not for the first time) that he needed to go get his eyes tested.
Nightshift Comforts (orc male (Gorvak) x fem human reader)
Summary: After a tiring day at work, you come home exhausted and collapse into bed. Your orc boyfriend takes care of you until you fall asleep curled against him with your hand over his heart.
TW: none, pure comfort and fluff, workplace stress, size difference, super caring and soft.
Commissioned work on patreon.Copyright @ 2025 by Kate Hart
Sometimes we all have those days that feel bad and stressed. This piece is dedicated to those moments when we just need some extra care and loving. Orc bf is here to make you happy! Enjoy!
It was late.
The door clicked shut behind you, the weight of the day dragging on your shoulders. Your bag slipped to the floor with a thud and you kicked your shoes off, padding across the living room barefoot and collapsing face-first into the mattress with a weary sigh.
Clothes still clinging from work, you lay curled over the blankets, chest tight.
You closed your eyes and counted breaths the way you’d trained yourself: slow inhale, slow exhale. In and out. Again.
You had pictured tonight differently. You’d expected to return early, light candles, have dinner and relax with your man. But lately everything at work was one crisis after the other; endless emails, frantic clients, and a last-minute meeting that should have been simple but turned into a war.
Staring at the wall, you almost hated how the silence pressed against your ears. The bed felt too big. Too empty. Too damn quiet.
Seconds passed—
A low groan of wood broke the quiet, followed by a heavy gait you knew by heart. Your orc was home. Your Gorvak. He ducked through the doorway, shoulders brushing the top of the frame, his coat slipping from heavy arms.
Just like you, he’d only just returned from work. But unlike you, he looked tall, gorgeous and incredibly snugly.
Seven feet of broad, green muscle and tusked perfection. He was huge, scarred and bulky. Intimidating to everyone else but to you, he was nothing but warmth and safety. His hazel eyes softened the moment they found you, filling with concern.
In two strides, he was at the bed, bracing his palms against the mattress and leaning down until his nose nuzzled yours. You sighed at his pleasurable weight atop you and wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders. His scent and heat surrounded you and suddenly the world felt less scary; his presence made it all better. He reached a massive hand toward your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek.
“There you are,” he rumbled, voice low, deep.
You tried to smile but it came out small. “Heyyy.”
“You’re late again,” Gorvak muttered, not accusing, his voice gentle. “Supposed to be here before dark.”
You nodded. “I know… I thought I’d be home earlier but work…” You swallowed. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”
“You don’t have to say sorry. And you… you look small. That’s not right. You’re mine, sweeting. You should never feel small.”
“I’m trying,” you said, your throat tight. “It was just… a lot today… everything piled at once.”
“Come here…” he said simply, not asking for details as he cradled you into his arms, his chest broad and steady beneath your cheek.
“Gor…” you whispered, letting yourself cling, breathing in his comforting scent.
“I’ve got you.”
“You’re warm. Feels so good.”
“Hmmm, I’m yours,” Gorvak said, kissing you softly, his plump lips brushing yours, his tusks gentle.
“Yes… That’s what I need, missed you so much,” you muttered, kissing him back languidly. It wasn’t sexual. Not this time. You craved the connection, the deep love between you.
“I missed you more,” he drawled between the soft press of lips. “And I’ll make it all better.”
You didn’t argue when he scooped you up and carried you into the en-suite bathroom. He set you on the counter, brushing his knuckles down your cheek and claiming your lips in a swift kiss. When he pulled back, his hazel eyes sparkled.
“Stay,” he ordered, turning to the wide stone tub built into the floor. You’d had it custom-made to fit his wide frame. He filled it with steaming water, then added scoops of herbs and salts, the air quickly wafting with the scents of lavender and something sharp and woodsy. Next, he dimmed the lights and lit up some candles, the flames throwing warm light across his face.
“Almost ready,” he muttered to himself, testing the water with a thick finger before glancing back at you. He gave you a tusked smile. “You’ll love this. Trust me.”
“You don’t have to do all this”
“I love to do things for you,” he said, kissing you softly as his calloused fingers slipped beneath the hem of your clothes.
Piece by piece, he tugged everything away until you were naked before him. He undressed as well, every scar and every line and muscle of his magnificent body catching the candlelight. He stepped into the tub first, leaning against the wide backrest built for him then reached those strong hands out for you.
“Come. Careful. Don’t slip.”
Smiling at his cute protectiveness, you slid in, sighing as the hot water swallowed you. You settled into his lap, his thick thighs bracketing your hips, his broad chest becoming your seat. He wrapped his arms around you, his nose brushing your neck. The water lapped around you, warmth soaking into bone and muscle.
“Better?” Gorvak asked, his tusks grazing the edge of your ear.
“So much better,” you whispered, melting against him. “Did you have a rough day as well?”
“Only when I returned and sensed my mate’s despair.”
“I’m fine—”
“Hmm I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, his thumb sweeping across your cheek. “Now be quiet, sweeting. Sit comfortably. I’ll wash and take care of you.”
Closing your eyes, you let him lead.
Gorvak poured a small, fragrant pool of soap into his palms. He warmed it between his hands and then started at your shoulders, spreading it gentle and steady, thumbs working slow strokes across your body. He massaged every inch of you, the soap sliding over your skin like silk, loosening the knots one by one.
His touch was sensual but measured, focused on dissolving the rawness of the day.
You melted under his touch and moaned loudly when his fingers reached the base of your skull and began to knead, then lather. He worked through your hair, fingers massaging the scalp in gentle strokes. You let the sensations take you.
“Oh my… you are so good at this.”
You felt his smirk. “I should quit my job and become your personal masseuse.”
You half-laughed. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I am tempted.” He bent close and planted a wet, warm kiss to the pulse at the base of your neck.
Between soft kisses he murmured, “Sweeting? You wanna tell me what was bad? Or don’t. It’s alright either way.”
You exhaled and shifted slightly, your head resting against his chest. “Everything. Meetings, another mistake…”
After all the stress, you let go and felt safe enough to share what had happened the past weeks: the meetings that went sideways, the email you’d sent with the wrong attachment, the stress that piled up day after day. He listened the whole way, hands stroking your body, reminding you that he was there. Always there.
When you finally ran out of words and anger, he was still massaging your body, his breath warm at your ear.
And you felt lighter, relaxed and no longer distressed.
“You did good. You always do,” he finally said , voice proud. “You are harder on yourself than anyone I’ve met. You shouldn’t.”
Your hands caressed his thighs under the water. “You make everything feel less heavy, Gor. How did I survive before you?”
“Probably not very well,” he teased, and you couldn’t help but laugh, water sloshing gently around the tub.
“You’re terrible,” you said but you were smiling wide.
“Terribly in love with you.”
“I love you so damn much.”
His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer still until you felt swallowed by him. “Good. That is how it should be. You are mine, and I keep you safe. Always.”
Silence stretched. You kissed lazily and savored the quiet intimacy. You washed him as well, your hands gliding over his broad shoulders and strong arms, stroking and soothing the tension from his own day. Gorvak hummed softly, the sound vibrating through the water and into your chest, making your belly flutter with butterflies.
Minutes melted into an hour until the water cooled. You both rose from the tub, water dripping onto the floor. He handed you a towel, then wrapped it around himself. Once you were dry, he gathered you in his arms again and carried you back to the bed. But instead of sliding into the covers with you, he paused at the doorway.
“Gor?” you called softly.
“Stay. Don’t move!” came his voice as he rushed to the kitchen.
You heard soft clatter of dishes; pans shifting, utensils tapping until minutes later he returned, a tray in his big hands. He set it down carefully on the nightstand, then eased onto the bed beside you.
“Eat, sweeting.”
You blinked at the tray. There was warm bread, bacon, slices of cheese, juicy fruit, a tall glass of water and a steaming mug of your favorite tea. A simple meal, but a meal arranged with his all his love and care. And that made your chest flutter with happiness. You leaned against him, the tension of the day melting entirely.
“You didn’t have to—”
He cut you off with a serious look. “Of course I did. You barely ate all day, I can sense it. Now eat.”
You laughed softly and leaned into him as he handed you the first piece of bread. It was warm and deliciously crusty and buttery. You savored the meal and sipped the tea, humming with contentment. Gorvak watched you carefully, his tusks catching the lamplight as the corners of his mouth tugged upward in a smile, his eyes soft and pleased.
When you reached out to feed him, he grinned and opened his mouth like the good mate he was. You laughed quietly at the way he closed his eyes in enjoyment. You enjoyed this: feeding him, caring for him. Your big, overprotective orc whose presence alone could make the world feel safer.
When you were both done, he cleared the tray and slid onto the bed beside you, settling his broad body against the mattress. You wiggled close, smiling, letting yourself cling until your smaller body was pressed flush against his, skin to skin, your palm against his chest, right over his heart. He shifted slightly, pulling the blankets over both of you.
“This is my favorite place,” you whispered, your eyelids heavy, breathing syncing with the rise and fall of his chest. Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Then stay there.” His arm curled around you, the pads of his fingers brushing along your back. “All night.”
And you did.
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If You Only Tried
[ m!orc x fem!reader ]
a/n: you are no longer active, but I hope this will reach you once you log back. you are such a lovely person!
content: arranged marriage, angst with a happy ending, sfw
This marriage wasn't what you ever planned to do. You thought you would marry a clergyman or a trader or even a minor lord, yes. But you thought he would be a... human.
Not that you ever had anything against orcs! This orc has been a family friend for many years now. Your father rescued him, almost frozen in a blizzard, during that terrible winter. Turned out that this orc was the younger brother of the large orc clan leader.
But even before you learned of his importance, you were so mesmerized by his size, his tusks, his scars. You spent hours next to him, while he was still in bed, nursing him back to health. Your father is a healer, and you learned much of his trade from him. And you also learned how kindness and a warm spirit can heal as well.
When the warrior orc woke up, he was so terrified by his unfamiliar surroundings that he jumped up and grabbed you by your neck. His grip wasn't as powerful as it was supposed to be, but it was immense for your human bones. You were scared, of course, but you knew screaming or yelling wouldn't help. So you smiled, patted his wrist, and whispered, "You're okay. You're safe."
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.
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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."
"I know." He kisses you again, smiling, carrying you toward your bed. "I'm stupid. So stupid. I'll apologize later. Now I need to compensate for 98 days of loneliness. Hope you're ready."
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Male Lion Beastman/Female Human
Additional Tags: Exophilia, Furry, Beastman, Lion Beastman, Arranged Marriage, Tsundere, Age Gap Relationship, Size Difference, Boss/Employee Relationship, Height Differences, Marriage of Convenience
Content Warnings: Sexual Assault, Unwanted Sexual Touching, Discussion of Sexual Assault, Abusive Parents, Abusive Family
Words: 8763
After four months, the reader is adjusting to life without Takarad in it. Please reblog and leave feedback!
The Nobles Masterlist
By the time what would have been your first wedding anniversary rolled around, you'd been in Dunmountain for four months. The day dawned freezing, and you woke up early before you were meant to be at work and went to a bakery, buying a slice of cherry and walnut tart. You ate the tart while sobbing quietly in the room you shared with another barmaid, who was already at work. By the time you'd finished, you managed to dry your eyes and put yourself together enough to go to work.
As much as you swore you'd forget about Takarad, as much as you hated him, you couldn't get him out of your mind. Part of you hoped he was miserable and full of regret, but the other part of you hoped he was well and happy. You wondered if he found another barmaid… and if she'd fallen for him like you had. You wondered if she'd had more luck reaching his heart than you did. You wondered if he ever thought of you, even for a moment. You supposed there was no point in thinking about it, since you'd never see him again, but you couldn't help it.
You worked at an all-night tavern in the outer ring of the city from noon to midnight six days out of the week. If you thought Takarad's tavern was busy, it was nothing compared to a tavern in the city—the one where you worked was twice as big and had six times the number of daily patrons. The only saving grace is that you weren't the only barmaid serving and usually worked in a team of five: three barmaids in addition to a separate cook and bartender. Your roommate worked the opposite shift, so you rarely ever saw each other.
As you entered the tavern, the bartender called you over. He was the owner of the tavern and usually worked from dawn to dusk.
"Hey, glad you're here early," He said. "Someone came in looking for a girl with your name. Similar description, too."
"Was it a tall man?" You asked, worried Bronwyn was back.
"Oh, he was definitely tall," He laughed. "Tallest son of a bitch I've ever seen. Shaggy guy, big mane, missing an eye."
Your heart leapt into your throat. "A lion beastman?"
"Yeah. You know him?"
You swallowed hard. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him I'd never heard of you," He told you. "Should I have told him differently?"
You shook your head. "No," You said quietly. "If he comes back in, tell him the same. I don't want to see him."
"Understood," He said. "Old boyfriend or something?"
"Or something," You said. "Did he say why he was looking for me?"
"Nah, just said he owed you something."
You felt cold. Owed you… what? For the "favors" he mentioned? He came all the way to Dunmountain just for that? After four months? What the hell was he thinking? If that was all he wanted, you'd rather not see him at all. You weren't lying to yourself, of course; the fact that he was in the city right now made you desperate to see him, but you knew seeing him would hurt, especially if he planned to leave again. You didn't want to do that to yourself.
You finished work that evening and left the tavern, using the back alley between the tavern and the tenement building where you were staying, rubbing your sore back and sighing tiredly. You stumbled over a loose cobblestone and accidentally dropped your key in a puddle. You turned and sighed in exasperation. You really wanted this day to end.
You bent to pick up the key, but another hand reached out to snatch it out of the puddle. A huge, furry, golden hand. You followed the hand up and saw a grizzled face, missing an eye, with a relieved expression creasing his features.
"Found you," He growled.
Without thinking, you turned tail and ran.
"Wait!" He shouted, hurrying after you. "Wait, please!"
"Leave me alone!"
"Wait! I lied!" He yelled. He reached you easily, since he had a much longer stride, and grabbed your skirt, pulling you to a halt. "I lied to you!"
"About what?" You asked him, leaning away and breathing hard.
"Everything," He replied. "That night, and the next morning, everything I said. It was a lie."
"I don't believe you," You told him.
"You ain't got to," He said. "I just… wanted to tell you the truth. I owed it to you."
"Why?" You asked him, yanking your skirt out of his hands. "Why now? Why not four months ago, before I left? What took you all this time to decide I deserve the truth?"
"It only took me a week to realize what a fuckwit I was bein', and I left right after," He said. "I went to Holdwater first, and that took some time. I've been in this city for a month, looking for you."
You frowned in confusion. "Why did you go all the way to Holdwater? You know I'd never go back there."
"I had a conversation with your pa and that prick Bronwyn," He said, pulling a letter out of his coat. "I wasn't convinced they were done with you, so I went to warn them off." He handed you the letter. It was an official declaration of disownment, signed by the king. The original letter was just from your father telling you that you'd been disowned, not an official decree. "I had a feeling they lied about you being disowned to lower your guard and make it easier for that Bronwyn prick to spring a trap on you. I made sure they made it official. Took longer than I anticipated, or I'd have been here sooner."
"Hmm," You said, putting the letter in your bag. "It took you a month to find me? So much for being a mercenary."
"It's been twelve years, I'm a little rusty," He said sharply. "And besides, I didn't check the taverns first. I thought you'd try workin' in a noble or wealthy household, so I looked there to start. The pay is better and it includes room and board, so I thought you might go for that. I admit, I wasted a lot of time in the upper ring, lookin' for you. And…" He cleared his throat. "I thought… you wouldn't want to work in a tavern 'cause… it would remind you of me. So I didn't start there."
"It does remind me of you," You said sadly. "But it's also all I know how to do."
"Right…" He said, his head bowed. "Listen… can we go somewhere to talk? I don't like you bein' out here in the middle of the night."
"I've been walking home in the middle of the night for months now," You told him. "If you don't like it, you only have yourself to blame."
"Aye, I know that," He said. "I have a room at the inn nearby. You will give me some of your time? Just ten minutes. Please."
You glared at him. "I don't trust you."
He nodded once, grimacing as if in pain, but said only, "I getcha. Do you want to go back into the tavern? Would talking in public be better?"
You couldn't think of anything you would hate more. "No…" You sighed. "Ten minutes… that's all you get."
He nodded again, relieved. "I appreciate it," He said. "Come with me."
He led you to an inn you were familiar with, since you had asked for a job there when you first got to town, as it had a tavern on the main floor. He took you up to the third floor and opened a door that led into a tiny room with a bed that was far too small for Takarad and a chair against the wall. There was no table, nightstand, or wardrobe. The walls were a drab grey, and there was a single small window, likely only used for venting the room of smoke from the brazier.
He sat you down in the only chair in the room and set his bag next the bed, taking off his coat and laying in over his bag. There was a standing candelabra with three candles on it, and he lit those, and then fussed with the brazier in the corner, lighting the wood to heat the chilly room. When he was done, he moved to stand in front of you, towering over you, and then sank down to his knees before you, his hands gripping his thighs tightly.
"So…" You said, your arms crossed. "You have ten minutes. Explain yourself."
"Before that…" He began. "Just answer me one thing. That night… when you gave yourself to me… you weren't forcin' yourself to do it, were you? You weren't doin' it cause you thought you had to? It wasn't because you were scared of what I might do to you if you didn't?"
"No," You insisted. "I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to make love to you because…" You hesitated to say the full truth. "I liked you. A lot."
He blew out his breath as if relieved and nodded. "I just wanted to be sure."
"Was that something you were worried about?"
He nodded again and looked at you straight on. "Listen… I'm a idjit who don't know what to say at the best of times, so you'll have to bear with me… but… I'll try to get my thoughts out in a way that makes sense."
His eyes dropped and he looked at the ground, silent for a minute. You waited for him to collect his thoughts.
"The fact is…" He began. "I have nothing to offer you. I'm an old man. All I have to my name is that tavern, and while it earns me enough to eat, I'm not exactly rollin' in money. I got a little in savings, but it's not nearly what I'd need to give you the life you should have. I figured, after that shitty start at your pa's, you deserved something better than the life of a tavern-keeper's wife. You deserve things that I can't give you."
"Like what?"
He shrugged. "Like a nice house somewhere pretty and a passel of youngsters runnin' around the yard. A young husband who's kind to you and treats you good, and not a miserable old cat who does nothing but growl at you. A life of rest where the most labor you'd do is looking after the young-uns, not breakin' your back carryin' a heavy tray for thankless patrons. No jerk-offs to leer at you or put their hands on you or make you uncomfortable. I chased you off because I believed you deserve much more than I could ever provide for you. I still believe that."
"If you still believe that, then why are you here? What was the point of pushing me away if you were just going to end up here?"
He didn't answer right away. "I wanted you to be happy more than I wanted you for myself. I wanted you to have a good life with a good man. I ain't that. I ain't worth a damn and I know it." He slouched further. "I know there's a man out there who's worthy of you, someone who ain't me. It's one of the reasons I said what I said. After you offered your body to me, I panicked because I felt like I'd stolen something that wasn't mine to take. I knew the only way to make you hate me and look beyond me was to hurt you, so I… I said those things. The best thing I could do for you was push you away and make it so you'd never look back."
"Don't I get to decide what I want for my life?" You asked him. "Does my opinion mean nothing?"
"It's not that," He replied. "You just don't know that things could be better. You spent all that time at your pa's bein' mistreated, and then you spent a year bein' yelled at by me. You don't know how good things could be for you. You'd be making a choice not knowin' all the facts. That's not fair to you. It would be selfish of me to expect you to choose me when you don't know better things are out there for you. You can't make a good choice if you don't know what the choices are."
"So answer my question, then. What changed your mind? Why did you decide to track me down and tell me all this, if you don't think you're enough for me?"
He snorted a mirthless laugh through his nose. "Because I'm a selfish son of a bitch who can't leave well enough alone. I've gone through my life takin' whatever I can get without askin' for nothing, but you're the first thing I ever truly wanted for myself, even if I don't deserve you." He swallowed hard. "I… see you there in the corner of my eye sometimes, but when I look straight, you're not there, like a phantom. I used to think the bed was too small before, but now when I sleep, there's too much space. I keep making room for you without thinkin', but your side of the bed is cold and… I don't like it. The quilt we got as a weddin' present is still on the bed, and I think of you whenever I see it. I miss… hearin' your voice and seein' you smile. I miss eatin' dinner with you at night after everyone's gone home and listenin' to you talk. I've owned that tavern for over a decade now, but doesn't feel like my home anymore. I'm just livin' there." He stared up at you with a tender expression in his good eye. "I… I want you to come back home with me. I know I got no right ask this of you, or to feel this way, but… I don't want you to be no one else's wife but mine."
You looked down at him where he knelt, chewing your lip.
"Why? Tell me the truth or I walk out."
"Because…" He said slowly, looking down. "I love you."
"Look me in the eye when you say that," You told him.
He looked up at you. "You're right, forgive me." He took a large, nervous breath, but held your gaze. "I love you."
You searched his face. "Do you really mean that?"
He nodded fervently. "Yes. I should have said it that night. I should have said it much sooner. I was so stupid. I didn't know what I was feelin' 'til it was too late."
You sat back in the chair, staring at him. "Why should I believe you?"
"I know you ain't go no reason to believe me," He said. "I wouldn't believe me, neither. I'll spend the whole rest of my life provin' it to you."
"You don't have the rest of your life," You told him. "You have… five minutes."
"Right," He said sadly. "Right."
You sighed. "For what it's worth… I don't want to be anyone else's wife, either," You told him quietly. He looked at you in surprise, but before he could respond, you said, "Anyway, you said it was one of the reasons you said what you did. What were the other reasons?"
"Well… honestly…" He said, looking down at your feet. "I was angry. At myself. I broke the promise I made to you."
"What promise?"
"When I first suggested marryin' you, I told you I wouldn't touch you without permission," He said. "I had kept that promise until that night. You touchin' me like that felt so good, I… I lost control and put my hands on you without askin'. After it was over, I was disgusted with myself for takin' advantage of you and I got mad."
"You didn't take advantage of me," You said. "I initiated it. If anything, I took advantage of you."
He snorted at the thought. "Still, if I had such a big issue with you givin' me your chastity, I shoulda just turned you down as soon as it started happenin', but I didn't. I acted like a dog in rut and I was pissed at myself. And… I took it out on you. I lashed out at the wrong person. I fucked up."
"You didn't mess up until after it was over, when you left without a word. And then again with what you said to me."
He nodded. "I'm an asshole, I know that. But please believe me… nothin' I said that day was true. I was lyin' when I said that night meant nothing to me. I was lyin' when I said I didn't care about you. I just… I felt like you'd wasted your virtue on me. I wasn't worthy of such a gift."
"Isn't that for me to decide?" You asked him.
"You said you didn't want to give your virtue up to just anyone," He said.
"You're not just anyone," You told him. "You were my husband. You were the man I chose. I gave it to you because I wanted you to have it. Because…" You sighed. "I loved you."
His face fell. "…loved?"
You avoided answering. "And as it happens," You commented, deflecting. "You didn't break your promise. I did want you to touch me then. You had my permission, even if I didn't say it out loud."
He looked at you from where he was on his knees, his hands twitching in his lap.
"Then…" He said slowly. "Is it alright if I touch you now?"
"I don't know," You said with a shrug. "You've said all that, but I haven't heard an actual apology once yet."
He nodded. "You're right. Forgive me for being so stupid. I've never done this before." From where he was kneeling, he bowed all the way to the floor, his hands reaching out to touch your shoes, but he stopped before touching your skin. "I'm sorry. I'm more sorry than I've ever been. Please… I'll do whatever it takes to fix my mistake. Let me show you. Let me prove that I've learned my lesson. I'll do anything."
"Look at me," You said. He did. "Touch me."
His left hand came up slowly, nervously, and the fingertips touched your cheek, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. His right hand took your left and placed it on his chest, holding it in place and covering it with his own.
"I don't really know what I'm doin'," He said uncertainly. "I don't know much about how to treat a woman and I don't wanna do the wrong thing. You have to tell me what you want me to do."
"Last time," You began slowly. "You wouldn't touch me, and… I wanted you to kiss me, but you didn't. So... I want you to kiss me like you need me. Touch every inch of my body. Make me feel like you love me."
He blinked and stared at you. "I do need you," He said quietly. "And I do love you."
You took his face in your hands. "Prove it," You whispered, holding his gaze. "Prove it without a shadow of a doubt, or I walk out of that door and I'll never speak to you again."
He rushed forward and kissed you. He put his arms around you and lifted you, standing up from his kneeling position, holding you against his chest with one arm and using the other hand to take your shoes off. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and his free hand traveled up your skirt, caressing your thigh upward and reaching to knead the flesh of your rear. He kissed you roughly as he laid you down on his bed, his body arched over yours, and he knelt between your legs.
"Come home," He begged around a kiss, his gruff voice softer than you'd ever heard it.
"Is it my home?" You asked him.
"I'd really like it to be," He replied, pulling back to look at you. "I just want you back so bad."
"What reason do I have to go back? What's going to change if I agree to return with you?"
"I'll be better when you come back," He insisted. "I'll be sweeter to you. I'll stop yellin'. I won't be so grouchy. I'll be nicer and I won't swear as much. I—"
You stopped him by putting a hand to his lips. "I'm not asking you to change your entire personality for me. If you did that, you wouldn't be the man I fell in love with anymore."
"What can I do to convince you, then?"
"All I ask is that, maybe, you just think about what you say before you say it. And I want you to talk to me when something is wrong. Don't hide things from me anymore. Don't lie to me and tell me it's for my own good. If you're upset, if your angry about something, sit down with me and tell me. Can you do that?"
"Yeah," He said. "Yeah, I can do that. You really don't mind the swearin'?"
You laughed and shook your head. "I don't even mind the yelling, as long as you're not yelling at me." You sobered and looked at him seriously. "Most importantly, you broke my trust. You're going to have to work to get it back."
He nodded grimly. "I get that. I'll do whatever it takes to earn it back."
"How about a ring to start?" You asked him softly. "If I agree to be your wife again, I'd like to do it properly this time. We don't have to have a ceremony, since we don't really have anyone to invite to witness it, but if we're going to be married for real, I want it to feel real. I want people to know I'm your wife. I don't want to feel like a secret."
"I can do all that," He said quickly. "I'll give you anythin' you want. If you asked me to tear down that tavern, I'd do it without a moment's hesitation, even if it tore me apart."
"Well, it's a good thing I don't want that, then," You said with a smile.
"You'd really marry me again?" He asked hopefully. "Even after how much I fucked up?"
You hesitated. "I'm still unsure if I should. If I do, this will be the last chance," You said. "I love you and I want to be your wife, but I won't let you treat me like I don't matter. If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'm gone for good."
He nodded solemnly. "I understand completely." He kissed your face and cuddled you closer. "Let me show you how much I love you."
He drew your dress over your head, then the chemise, and then your undergarments, leaving you bare on the sheets. He pressed his snout against the skin of your sternum and inhaled. His long tongue came out and he licked between your breasts, kissing as he went.
You swallowed anxiously as he touched you, staring up at the ceiling.
"Are you going to leave again when we're finished this time?"
He stopped and looked at you straight on, his face serious. "No. A team o' horses couldn't pull me away. I'm not gonna make the same mistake again. I swear."
"I'm going to hold you to that promise," You said, pulling his shirt off. "If you don't keep it, you'll never see me again."
"I'll keep it," He said, shucking off his boots and trousers. "I won't disappoint you again."
"Time will tell," You replied as he crawled back over you.
He touched your body with his rough hands, stroking your skin and paying particular attention to your thighs, but he carefully avoided your breasts until you took his hands and guided them there. He caressed them softly, rolling them in his palms and gently pinching the nipples.
"Does that feel bad?" He asked.
"No," You said, shaking your head. "Not when you do it."
He lowered his head and let the tip of his long, broad tongue teasing the supple skin, very carefully biting the nipple with his flat front teeth and sucking, releasing it and letting it snap back, making it jiggle. You pet your hands through his mane as he explored you with his hands and his tongue, feeling his firm muscles under the fur and skin of his arms and shoulders, touching him as he touched you. You felt a thrumming in his chest, as though his heart was trying to escape his ribcage.
"Are you nervous?" You asked him.
"Quite frankly… petrified," He said with a self-conscious chuckle. "I'm tryin' my best not to hurt you."
"Kiss me, then, Takarad," You whispered. "Don't think about it too much. Just do what feels natural. I'll tell you if it feels bad, and we can adjust."
He nodded and kissed you deeper, laying his full weight on top of you. You found the pressure of his body comforting in a way you couldn't explain, despite him being so heavy. His hand came up to pet your face and the other hand found yours and interlaced the fingers together near your head. You felt him harden and pulsate against your body, and he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down between you and drinking in the sight of your body.
"God, I want you so bad."
"You have me," You said, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. "Take me."
"Turn over and get on your hands and knees," He growled seductively. "I want to take you properly."
A thrill went up your spine as you obeyed, flipping onto your stomach and getting up on all fours. You opened your legs more widely, giving him space to find his way. He got up on his knees behind you, reaching between you and stroking himself once before leading his cock to your entrance and sinking it into you wetly. You moaned and bit your lip. He buried himself all the way inside you and stilled, his hands gripping your hips and massaging the soft flesh of your ass.
"Fuck," He breathed. "It felt good the first time, but it's like fuckin' magic now. I didn't say it last time, but goddamn, woman, I can't imagine anything that would feel better than you do."
You smiled and clenched on him. He hissed and his nose scrunched.
"Do I make you feel good?" You asked him.
"Ain't nothing on this earth makes me feel as good as you," He rasped as he began thrusting, his body moving against yours.
You felt the fleshy spines rubbing you inside and you whimpered, your mouth open. He leaned forward, laying his front on your back, his head hanging over your shoulder. He panted in your ear as he thrust, and you felt him slapping his body against your rear. You cried out as you felt him reach underneath you with one hand and pet down your body, sliding his hand down your belly to touch the swollen lips at your core, using his fingers to hold them open. The feeling of him thrusting into you intensified, and you moaned loudly and continuously. Your bodies bounced against each other slowly at first, but he sped up at regular intervals until you were almost screaming.
"You alright?" He asked breathlessly.
"Yes!" You shouted. "Don't stop!"
"Does it feel good?"
"Oh god! Yes! I'm so close!"
"Are you gonna cum for me?"
"Yes! Fuck!"
He laughed and picked up speed, slamming into you hard and fast. You fell forward, your face pressed against the sheets as you came, gripping the linens tightly in your fists. He slowed and groaned, thrusting gently until your body finally relaxed and lay limp on the bed, gasping for breath.
"Hey," He purred in your ear. "Would you get back on top?"
You turned to look over your shoulder at him. "Did you enjoy me being on top?"
"Yeah," He said, breathing hard. "It was incredible. You were… I dunno how to say it… you took my breath away."
You blushed furiously. "Where'd you learn to talk like that?"
"I picked up a thing or two," He said with a grin. "For instance--" He kissed his way down your spine. "Did I tell you how gorgeous you look in the firelight?"
"No," You said, your blush deepening as you got up on your knees and scooted to allow him to lie down. You threw your leg over him and straddled him, rubbing his cock between your bodies. He groaned. "I didn't know you could say things like that."
"Me neither. It's weird and not like me at all," He said with a laugh. "But I've been doin' things I've never done before since I met you. It feels strange, but not bad."
"I wasn't even sure you found me physically attractive," You said, teasing him with your fingertips.
"Who wouldn't find you beautiful?" He asked as sighed at your touch. "You're just too damn pretty. Anyone who thinks otherwise ain't got any eyes in their fuckin' heads."
You rose up as he reached between you and lined himself up with your entrance. You slid down on him and he exhaled forcefully. Unlike last time, when he refused to touch you, he touched you all over, petting and stroking and exploring. He rose up to kiss your skin and nuzzle your face with his, stroking your hair and kneading your breasts. He moved his pelvis underneath you as you rocked on him, thrusting into you as you pushed back against him. Your bodies moved in tandem as the peak rose higher and higher, and your thighs quivered with every stroke. You moaned and whimpered his name, and he responded by pulling you against his chest and telling you he loved you. His thrusts sped up again, and your rocking matched his pace.
"Fuck," He croaked. "You're gonna make me cum."
"I want you to," You gasped. "I'm almost there."
"Goddammit, woman, you're so goddamn—" His voice cut off into a long groan of pleasure as he released into you, thrusting hard as each shot of his seed entered your body, and you cried out again as the wave of pleasure nearly floored you. Your head fell back and your eyes half closed as you rode him to the point of blacking out from the ecstacy.
He relaxed under you as you fell onto his chest, spent. He wrapped his arms around you and held you against him as he struggled to get his breath back. The two of you lay there, him holding you securely, you straddling him, for quite some time. His cock didn't soften, so you left it inside you, loving the feeling of being filled with him. He also did nothing to remove himself, so you imagined he also liked the feeling of it.
After a bit, you sat up on him, looking down at him and smiling. He grinned back up at you. You began rocking again since he was still inside you, making love to him slowly and softly. He took your hands, locking fingers with you, and moved as you moved. You sighed and gasped and bit your lip, furrowing your brow and closing your eyes, your back arching. The pleasure built sweetly in you and you felt him throbbing, as if he were also reaching his peak with you. You came again, gently this time, and you felt him release again, his stomach spasming and his breathing stuttered.
After a few moments to recover, he finally slid out of you and softened. You fell sideways and he pulled you close, tucking you into his side with your head on his arm.
"What were you going to say?" You asked him. "Before you got cut off."
He chuckled. "Honestly, I couldn't find the right word. I couldn't think of a word that would get the point across."
"What point?"
"How fuckin' beautiful and sexy and incredible you are. I ain't good with words, so I don't know if a word like that exists."
"You could have just picked one of those."
He shook his head. "They wouldn't have been right. You're more than those things."
You smiled. "I hope I can see myself the way you see me one day."
"You will," He replied, kissing your brow. "Just give me time."
At some point, you fell asleep. You woke up the next morning, with light filtering in through the tiny window, to find yourself encircled in his arms. He was awake and watching you sleep.
"Mornin'," He said sleepily.
"I almost expected you to be gone when I woke up," You said to him.
He blew his breath out through his nose. "If you see me as that much of an unreliable cock, it's my own damn fault. I just need to work harder."
"I can't argue with that," You said to him.
He kissed your cheek. "How'd I do last night? Did you feel loved?"
"I suppose," You replied. "But it's gonna take more than a single night of sex for me to be convinced."
"I'll give you the rest of my life," He said, petting your face. "Will that work?"
You smiled. "Is that a promise?"
"More than a promise," He said, nuzzling you. "It's a vow."
"That so?" You said softly. "I suppose I can't do better than that."
"Do you have to be at work soon?" He asked.
"Not for another few hours," You replied. "If it's going to be my last shift there, I should get my earnings and let the owner know I'll be leaving so he can hire a replacement. It wouldn't be right of me to leave with no notice."
"That's very responsible of you," Takarad said, his nose in your hair. He sighed and kissed your head. "I'm just so chuffed your choosing me. I ain't convinced this ain't a dream."
"Don't be too pleased. I'm still mad at you," You told him.
You felt him smile against your forehead. "That's fair. I'll take my punishment like a champ."
"I haven't decided on a punishment yet."
"Let me know when you do," He said. He cuddle you in tighter. For a moment, the two of you lay in each others arms quietly, enjoying the feeling.
"Takarad," You said, your voice slightly muffled against the fur of his chest.
"Mm?" He responded.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Whatever ya like."
You hesitated. "That night… I wasn't sure, but… was it your first time, too?"
He also hesitated. You looked up at him, and he looked down at you, his brow furrowed.
"What gave ya that idea?"
"You just seemed so nervous," You replied. "It's why I kept asking if you were sure or wanted me to stop. I wanted to ask you about it back then, but I didn't want to embarrass you."
"So you're alright embarrassin' me now, is that it?" He asked shrewdly. You giggled. "Well… I did say I'd tell ya the truth from now on…" He eyed you suspiciously. "Would ya laugh at me if I said it was?"
"No, of course not," You assured him. "Was it really your first time? I almost can't believe that."
"I told you," He said. "Women tend to be scared o' me. I ain't never endeared myself to no women, so I hadn't gotten close enough to try nothing with one."
"You never… paid for a woman?" You asked.
"I thought about it a time or two," He admitted. "An old mercenary buddy took me to a brothel once, but the madam chased me out, sayin' I was scarin' the girls."
"I can't even imagine someone having the courage to throw you out of anywhere."
He chuckled. "Besides, I'd have felt bad makin' them girls entertain a sourpuss like me. There ain't enough coin in the world to make me less unpleasant to be around."
You smiled a little. "You know, you're actually quite sweet, in your own way."
He barked a laugh. "Now, there's a word that's never been used to describe me. The only person crazy enough to think I'm sweet is you."
"Hmm… maybe," You mused. "A fifty-year-old virgin, huh? No wonder you were so nervous."
He looked down at you with a pained expression. "Don't tease. Can I ask you somethin', then?"
"Yes, of course," You replied.
"Did you… like it?" He asked diffidently.
"I liked it enough to do it again, didn't I?" You said with a grin.
"Well, sure," He conceded. "But I heard a woman's first time hurts a lot. Did it hurt?"
You shook your head. "Did it sound like I was hurt?"
"No," He said, snickering. "All that moanin' made it sound like you were havin' yourself a grand ole time."
You grinned wider. "I was. Weren't you?"
"Oh, I couldn't've had a better time," He affirmed. "Best I ever felt my whole life."
"We could… do it again…" You suggested, kissing his thin lips. "Unless you're too tired."
"You doubtin' my stamina, missy?" He growled with a smirk, rolling over on top of you. "Lemme teach you a lesson you won't forget about underestimatin' me."
"Oh, please do," You breathed as his lips found your breast.
Sometime later, the two of you dressed and you made a dash for your room at the tenement building to get ready for work. He met you at the door, escorting you back to the tavern. He sat down at a table, ordering a drink and a breakfast plate, apparently determined to wait for you all day.
You informed the owner that it would be your last day and requested to be paid your wages at the end of your shift. He seemed sad to see you go, but agreed to do as you wished. While you were having the conversation, Takarad stepped out of the tavern and was gone for about thirty minutes, which made you uneasy, but he returned quickly and sat back at his table, ordering another drink and watching you work. You could feel his eyes on you all day, and tried your best not to blush in front of the other patrons.
At the end of your shift, you collected your wages and met Takarad at the table. He stood as you approached, leaving coins on the table.
"I'm ready to go," You told him. "I just need to pack my stuff and we can leave in the morning."
"Are you sure about this?" He asked you, bending so that you were eye-to-eye. "This is your last chance to back out, 'cause if you come home with me, I ain't never lettin' you go again."
You grinned at him. "I'm counting on that."
You took the opportunity of him being so close to kiss his muzzle, and he grunted in surprise but didn't step back. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours more solidly, lingering, in front of everyone in the bar. There was whoops and hollering from the patrons all around you, but you paid it no mind.
"If that's the case, then…" He said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a fine silver ring with a garnet inlay. "I think I owe you this. You said you wanted to do it the right way, so…" He got down on his knees and held the ring up for you. "Marry me?"
You grinned wide and held back tears. "Yes," You said. You took the ring and slid it on your finger. It fit perfectly.
The tavern erupted into cheering and he grabbed you up into a hug. After that spectacle, he took you back to your room and helped you pack your things, and then took you to his room at the inn.
"We'll go tomorrow to the magistrate," He said as he closed the door and fussed with the brazier. "I doubt the magistrate back in town would let us remarry after we caused all that fuss. We'll have to do it here."
"It'll be more expensive here," You told him.
"I ain't worried about the expense," He replied. "And I want you to wear your best dress. Like you said, if we're getting hitched again, we should do it for real. I'll buy us spots at a bathhouse to get us nice and clean for the ceremony."
"Are we going to have a real ceremony?"
"Or course," He said. "With a priest and everythin'."
"I thought you weren't religious," You replied.
"I ain't," He said. "But ceremonies have to be done in a church or temple so it can be recorded in their book. Marriages recorded by temples are much harder to dissolve because you need permission from the temple you were married in to do it. Close to impossible, actually."
"You're really serious about marrying me for good, then?" You asked him, placing your hands on his chest.
"Dead serious," He replied, bending to kiss you. "No gettin' rid of me now."
You laughed and he chuckled. He undressed you, kissing down your body as he removed your clothes, and led you to the bed for a full night of love-making.
The next morning, after sleeping in a little, he did exactly as he said and bought some time at a bathhouse for the two of you. You washed with scented soaps and flower oils and the ladies did up your hair as a gift, since they heard you were getting married. You wore the only nice dress you had, a maroon gown that was a similar color to the garnet in the ring you wore.
Takarad met you outside the bathhouse dressed in what you assumed was also his best outfit, a bone white tunic with a leather vest and black trousers. He grinned at you and took your hand as he led you into a carriage he'd hired to take you to the nearest temple. Conveniently, there was a magistrate's office just outside of the temple. The magistrate did look at the both of you sideways when you both answered "yes" to the question of if you'd been married before and to whom. You had to slightly bend the truth and tell the magistrate that the original marriage had been dissolved because you were a noble and it was deemed invalid, but now that you were disowned, the marriage was perfectly legal. You produced the disownment decree as proof. Satisfied, the magistrate issued the license with no objections after you paid the fee.
You took the marriage license into the temple and requested a ceremony. You were made to wait a short time before being summoned by a priestess to the altar. Takarad took your hands and kissed them as the priestess had the two of you recite generic vows to each other. Takarad amended his vows to include never leaving you alone and always celebrating the good things with you. You changed yours to include that you'd support and stand by him, even when he was being stupid. He grinned at you and bowed his head in acceptance.
You spent your second wedding night in bed with him and woke the next day sated, happy, and ready to go home. He grinned at your eagerness and told you there was one day left before you could leave.
"I bought our way onto a wagon train to take us back," He told you. "It leaves tomorrow."
"We're going to be exhausted for the trip back to town," You said during a resting period.
He snickered. "We'll have plenty of time to rest, don't you worry. Seein' as how we won't have any private time for the next couple of weeks, I'm gonna make the most of today."
You giggled as he rolled you and positioned himself between your legs, grinding into you.
The next day, you learned that Takarad had bartered for space on a pack of wagons headed southeast the first day after finding you. They weren't going directly to your town but they'd get you close enough that you could walk the rest of the way comfortably within a day. He helped you up into the wagon and climbed in after you. It reminded you of the day you left him, and the memory made you frown, but he kissed the frown off your face. His own expression was somber, but he smirked at you, poking your cheek. You leaned into him and he threw an arm around your shoulders, cuddling you in. The wagon began to move.
A couple of weeks later, the two of you were dropped off at a crossroads close to the town. It would take a few hours to get back by walking, but the two of you walked hand in hand at a leisurely pace.
You entered the town limits mid-afternoon and were greeted by one of the men who worked the fields, loading a handcart. His face drained of color when he saw you and he took off back to town. You and Takarad exchanged a look of confusion but carried on.
A few minutes later, you were surprised to see the magistrate coming up the road. Worried, the two of you hurried your steps to meet him.
"Welcome back, Takarad," The magistrate said. "I wish I had better news to deliver."
"What's the problem?" He asked.
"Well, it seems as if someone burned the tavern down. A few folks in town saw Caid with a man dressed in fine attire near the tavern while you were gone, and some time later that day, it went up. We've caught Caid and locked him up—we were waiting for your return to sentence him—but the second man seems to have escaped."
"Bronwyn," You said, tears coming to your eyes. You took off down the lane toward the tavern, unable to believe it.
"Wait!" Takarad said, sprinting after you.
You rounded a bend and dashed up the hill and looked down over the town. There, in the distance, you could see a black mark against the lush green surroundings. You ran toward it and stopped in front of the blackened, gutted building that had once been your home. All you happy memories with Takarad was in that tavern. All his gifts to you were in there. The wedding quilt was in there. You fell into the grass, racked with grief, and felt Takarad stumble to a stop next to you.
"Son of a bitch," He breathed. "Looks like I'll need to make another trip sometime soon."
"It's all my fault," You wept.
"No, it ain't," He insisted. He knelt next to you and took your face in his hands. "Look at me."
You looked at him, and he smiled gently at you.
"We can rebuild it," He assured you, pulling you into his arms and holding you where you were crouched in the grass. "I have the money to put it back up."
"You said you didn't have that much money in savings. Not enough to rebuild, anyway."
"When I went to visit your pa," He said. "I may have… threatened him a little. He gave me your dowry to get me off his back. We've got plenty of money now. We can rebuild the tavern better'n before, or we can start over somewhere else, if you like. Whatever you want. Alright?"
You were startled out of your tears. "You had all that money in Dunmountain when you were begging me to come back?!"
He chuckled. "I was planning to give it all to you if you turned me down. You want to take it and run off, then?"
You sniffled. "Well, no… I want to rebuild the tavern."
He smiled softly. "Me too. So dry up those tears. Don't you go blamin' yourself for something that ain't had nothing to do with you. It'll take a little time, but we'll put it back up." He kissed you. "Alright?"
You sniffled and smiled, nodding.
Caid was sentenced to hard labor for a period of ten years and was sent to a work camp outside of the Willowshield strongold in chains a few weeks later. You knew that the second man was Bronwyn, but with him being a noble, there was little likelihood he would ever be charged or punished. You simply had settle for hoping Takarad's presence was enough to ward him off.
Putting the tavern back up took the better part of the year, during which time you rented out half of a house owned by an elderly woman who's husband had died the previous fall. By the time autumn arrived, it had been build bigger than before. Takarad had added more rooms in case, as he said, "we get a surprise," and smiled mysteriously. You were surprised something like that was on his mind, but he had changed quite a bit since you left. Perhaps he had given the idea some thought and embraced it.
You were finally able to move back into the tavern a few weeks before the start of winter. It took a little longer to get it up and running, since you needed to either buy or have made tables and benches, as well as furniture for the rooms, which could be rented for travelers. Your little town didn't often get travelers, but the town didn't have any sort of inn and Takarad figured it would be useful at times.
He also hired a bartender and a second barmaid, so that the two of you could take time off when you wanted and not spend every single day from morning to night working. He had an easier time hiring staff now that you were there: your presence seemed to reassure potential hires who were wary of Takarad initially. He was still gruff and short with them, as quick to anger and foul-mouthed as ever, but you also realized he would sometimes catch himself before unloading on someone and walking away to calm down, which he'd never done before.
Your first wedding anniversary came around again, and since you second wedding anniversary was only two days after the first, you decided to celebrate those three days as an anniversary event instead of picking a single day. On the first day, Takarad surprised you by telling you that the two of you were taking all three days off and spending it together.
He took you out to the field where the goats grazed and sat down on a hill with you, one that overlooked a little lake where a lot of the town's water was drawn. He sat you in between his legs and wrapped you in his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Are you cold?" He asked.
"How could I be?" You said, laying your head on his chest. "You're always so warm, I couldn't possibly be cold with you."
"Hmm," He hummed. "Am I doin' the celebration thing right? You said it was for spending time with the people you love, and I figured you didn't mean while workin', so I thought this might be nice."
"It is nice," You told him. "I like it. I didn't expect you to take a whole day off, let alone three whole days."
He chuckled. "I thought we could work on fillin' up those rooms."
You laughed. "I'm still shocked you even suggested that."
"Well, it's one o' those things I thought you should have. If I can give it to you, I want you to have it."
"You make it sound like a present," You said, laughing.
"Is it not?" He asked. "I've always heard it talked about like it's a gift."
"My father would disagree."
"Fuck that prick," Takarad said. "There ain't no reason to even think of him anymore. Think of the future."
"That's rich, coming from you."
He chuckled. "Aye, I imagine so. But the only reason I'm lookin' to the future at all is you. That's a gift of itself. It's only fair that I give you back what you gave me."
"Well, if you put it that way…" You said, turning in his grip and pushing his chest. He lay back in the grass and you climbed onto him, straddling him. "No reason to waist time, then, is there?"
He grinned and kissed you.
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You tried to seem casual as you stood outside of the bakery. Pretending to be focused on your phone gave you an excuse to stand outside for a long period of time.
The orc your heart was after was only a few feet away; inside the bakery. Your first time inside the bakery was a little over a year ago, and that’s when you met him.
The owner of the bakery, the most gorgeous orc you had ever seen.
Your first conversation was full of awkward laughter as you made small talk. He smiled though, saying he enjoyed the sound of your happiness.
Your heart almost exploded at his words. He seemed almost embarrassed to say them though, maybe too cheesy for a first encounter.
That didn’t stop you from returning though. You always stopped by at least once a week. The baked goods were wonderful, but there was no denying that Grimlak was reason for visiting.
Grimlak, the sweetest orc you had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
He was taller than you (as most orcs tend to be), and had a layer of softness over his muscled. Grimlak explained how he tried to visit the gym occasionally because he couldn’t resist a sweet treat, but you didn’t care about his pushy belly or thick thighs.
Grimlak was a treat, both for the eyes and your heart.
So, that’s why you were standing outside, pretending you weren’t being a creep and trying to stare at the massive green orc on the other side of the glass. Nope, too busy looking at your phone. Definitely not the way Grimlak smiles while serving the baked treats he makes. The joy in his eyes as yet another customer compliments his baking skills, or the way he crosses his arms when he’s concentrating on something that needs his attention.
Not creepy at all…. just head over heels in love.
Today was the day Grimlak would know how you felt, you swore to yourself today would be the day.
One deep inhale later, you made your way inside.
“I was wondering when you would come in. Everything okay? You were staring at your phone for a long time” Grimlak exclaimed with worry lacing his tone.
You almost ran for the door. He saw you outside? How long had he known you were out there?
Shaking your head a little, you forced out a pained laugh to hide your embarrassment.
“Everything’s fine! Just some family drama” you lied as easily as you breathed. Grimlak didn’t question it, only saying he hoped everything was okay with your family.
He was so caring, you wanted to devour him on the spot. Rapidly blinking away those thoughts, you tried to play it cool.
Today was the day he would know your feelings.
“So, Grimlak, are you… are you busy this weekend? I remember you saying you weren’t sure what you were going to do with yourself on your days off, so… maybe we could, you know, do something? Together?” you asked so casually, ignoring how your voice broke a little as you hesitated to say what you wanted to say. So smooth.
Grimlak looked at you for a moment, slowly blinking as he processed your words. After a few seconds, his smile widened farther than ever before. A twinkle in his eye, of joy and amusement.
“Careful lovely, I might think you have a crush on me with those words” Grimlak stated as he leaned towards you, the counter blocking him from getting closer to your flustered face.
Was he playing with your feelings? No, he would never. Was he just teasing in general? Maybe he was making sure you were actually asking him on a date, in case he was misunderstanding the situation?
You were quiet as these possibilities ran through your mind. Grimlak took notice, his smile faltering a bit. He leaned back a bit, giving you more space.
You didn’t want that though. You didn’t want to be so close, yet so far. Not anymore.
“Listen lovely, I hope I didn’t upset you-“
“It is a date!” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Grimlak’s eyes widened in surprise at your exclamation, or possibly from your response being a bit too loud for a place such as this.
Clearing your throat, you tried again.
“What I mean is, I am asking you out. On a date. This weekend. Only if you’re free! Oh, and if you even want to. You don’t have to, it’s just….” you trailed off a bit, focusing on the warmth blooming behind Grimlak’s gaze. He was beautiful.
“I really, really like you, Grimlak. So, if you’re interested-“
“I’d love to go out with you, lovely” Grimlak replied before you could finish your sentence, his own excitement causing him to become impatient.
Your breath left your lungs.
He said yes? Grimlak, kind, sweet, funny, wonderful, attractive Grimlak, wanted to go out with you?
You tried to suppress the smile from spreading too wide across your face, but you couldn’t help you.
Grimlak said yes, to a date, with you.
“Cool! Cool. So, this weekend? I still have your number, I can text you the details later?” you asked while trying to be casual, and so smooth, once more. Grimlak, with that smile that wanted your heart, agreed to texting later.
You were practically skipping out the door when Grimlak called your name.
Looking back, he held out a bag to you.
“A lovely treat for a lovely person, it’s on the house” Grimlak stated before dropping the baked treat into your awaiting hand.
Your face had never felt so hot, but that didn’t matter. The butterflies could eat away at your stomach, and the rest of your insides, but you couldn’t find the will to care.
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The salty autumn air no longer brings the same joy as it once did. Bad luck seems to have plagued your town's crops, seeds from prior seasons were lost by irresponsible hands, four months without a drop of rain and the night prior another pack of wolves snuck into the farm and ate the last of your corn. Your town was still lucky to have enough grain and venison to trade but in such a bad condition that no human would want it
You picked the last few grains and enter inside your home with your parents, your father scowls at the little grain left "i suppose we should we grateful that orcs eat anything, scavages" he mutters distastefully
The only creature your town's mayor could find willing to trade was a far away orc tribe. Whom were set to arrive at mid-morning in a few hours.
Your mother nods as she knits a warm blouse for the upcoming winter "hopefully they won't be here for too long, " her voice screeches with pretentiousness "I heard they like to take their sweet time
Your father grumbles as he grabs his axe marches outside, probably to take his anger out by cutting wood
"Y/n dear? Open up the stand, before the last of our flowers wilt"
You nod and turn to grab the cart of your family's flowers, softened and dull but not yet dried out. “Mother, when will Christian arrive?” you ask, Christian, luckily someone wanted to marry you, it was hard for your family to try to find you a husband for you really have nothing to offer, no riches no estates or land in your name but luckily Christian didn’t care.
“The spring dear, once the weather is better he will visit and you will wed”
You couldn’t wait, you were bored of this town, and once you’re wed you will finally leave this place with him, who knows what you’ll get to see.
You pack the rest of the flowers into carts as you daydream what he will look like, Christian always sounded like a light blonde name, mother said he was 24 so maybe he’ll have stubble, thick eyebrows, a soft gentle face…
"and y/n?"
You perk up from your thoughts and turn to her, "Yes mother?"
She doesn’t look up from her knitting "Refuse service to any orcs you see".
You falter, you haven’t had a good meal in two weeks, your mother was trying to elongate a stew for days but by now it's basically just flavored water. "Money is money, mother " you try to say gently
"You know how your father is, he won't let us touch coins that have felt those green fingers " she shivers in disgust, “i suppose it wont matter anyway, what orc would have a need for something as gentle as flowers?” she scoffs and laughs hearty
"I..." you want to say something, how much flowers you weren't able to sell this season because people have been saving their money for food, no one had money for flowers, but you bit back your tongue and nod "y-yes mother "
In the central of your small town was the market place, stands set up through the edges of the entrance to the town, frantic and desperate to sell, you go up to your families old market stands, wooden supports that hold up a tarp on the ceiling and act as a back wall while the front was a table with crates of extra flowers that of course, would not be selling. You didn’t even try to sell the products to passerbys, you just felt too guilty asking people to spend their money on flowers instead of food. So you slide the chair to you, sit down, fold your arms on the table to make a good enough pillow and go to sleep…
You perk up at the sound of many horse neighs, wiping the now dried drool on your cheeks, you look up and watch in awe as the huge muscular horses trot past, everyone around you seemingly pulling down the ceiling tarp to close their stands as they walk past. Meanwhile you were too busy being flabbergasted at the sheer mass the horses had to be in order to withstand the weight of their riders. Five orcs, all humongous with huge biceps, wide shoulders, skintones of variations of green. But their hair was surprisingly well kept, shiny and black, slicked back into long thick braids,no frizz for ages. Oh gosh a barbarian has better hair than I do-than I ever will!
They trot past you to the end of the road where the mayor's house was, jumping off their horses and giving their reins to the mayor's assistant presumably to bring to a farm, and enter the mayor’s home...and then you go to sleep. You lean forward while everyone opens their stands back up again.
"Excuse me" says a deep voice from above, god is that you? Is this heaven? Are you here to take me away-How come it smells like spruce…
I flutter your eyes open, the first thing you see are outrageously big shoes-omg, THE OUTRAGEOUSLY BIG SHOES OF A CUSTOMER, YOUR FIRST ONE IN WEEKS
"Are you open?" You jolt up straight and wipe the still wet drool off your cheeks, your eyes still adjusting, "of course sir-" your eyes widen wide once the blob of green focus’s, it was one of the orcs,
He was taller than the stand but bent over to a foot above your height, he had long thick framing pieces of hair that hit at his chest. His face is sharp with wide jaw muscles, and he had dark and nicely saturated green skintone, almost healthy...in fact, handsome. His has thick brown leather tunic pieces squeal and clank with metal chest plate embedded into the leather as he leans down to your height. Out of all the unearthly features, you couldn't stop staring at his tusks.
Your expression must have been more shocking than normal, because his brow raises "something wrong?" He has an accent, deep with firm jaw movement his tongue gliding with sharp rs and k's that almost roll, grumbly g's that seem to also end with r's and you perk up with the missing ‘the’
"N-nothing" you think past to what your mother told you, but how would father know whose money was who's? You couldn't last another bowl of thin broth for dinner. "How...how can I help you"
He gestures with a calloused hand to the roses "people buy these?" He asks gruff with such aggressive curiosity you can't help but giggle
"Yes"
He scoffs "why not sell weeds? why would anyone buy one"
"Well...they're pretty, men get them to give to their wives. Also because they are pretty, people enjoy looking at them."
He tilts his head in understanding at the roses "they are rather lovely"
You sigh in relief "they are" you lied, looking at the sad excuses of roses you had
"You do seem to have an abundance of them" you say suspicious
"No one has money for anything except food and water."
He huffs and straightens up to dig into his front pouch "is…this your only source of income?"
you're taken aback by that, "i um, well my father does cut wood,"
he scoffs "everyone can cut wood, all ya need is an axe"
i sigh exacerbated "okay yeah we're also not doing much better than everyone else"
you finally glance puzzled at the sudden quietness. Everyone was too busy staring daggers into you and this orcs back. A butcher slowly cutting through his meat menacingly, a mother hiding her child behind her skirt as if the sight of the orc wasn’t appropriate for children.
Meanwhile he digs into his pocket and drops a bag so heavy that it dents the your front table. One thick gold coin fully rolling out "tha' enough for all of them?"
you gawk at the gold a minute too long "o-oh! m-more than enough!" enough for three days of meals, and by then the mayor would've distributed the produce he got from the sale.
even though you're not looking up at him, you can hear a smirk in his voice "good"
you look up at him with an amazed smile "wow, you orcs must be well off"
he kind of shrugs "orcs just eat meat and grain, we have no use for other fruits or vegetables, but our grove is bountiful of them"
"huh" you hum, realizing that a lot of information you know of orcs must be wrong, what else is wrong about them you wonder.
"so, you got a wife?" you ask as you carefully wrap the huge bouquet of all your flowers
he turns his head sharply to you, eyes widen in surprise, his cheeks turning brown, wait is that blush "hahh?
“You know, someone to give these flowers too? ”
“Oh! er um no" he clears his throat and turns his head away to compose himself
"oh, well do you enjoy the look of the roses?"
"no..." he says but then quickly adds on "no…rmally! Normally! but today feels different"
"oh...how long are you in town for?"
"normally we would be done by now, orcs like to do business quick but mayor wants to negotiate more in morning" he scoffs and rolls his eyes "if I were tribe leader I would negotiate through night"
"heh, yeah im sorry about that, our local inn's beds would probably snap immediately at your weight"
he chuckles at that, "yeah, that is why we will be sleeping outside"
"oh! That's good, I hope you sleep well!"
he chuckles "thank you...you have been kind,my name is Grom" he adds as you put the final touches on the huge bouquet of flowers, wrapping a red ribbon around the stems.
"im...im y/n" you say, the adrenaline of rebellion flowing through your veins, you could already feel your parents disappointed. It makes you shiver and quickly hand him the bundle "here's your bouquet, Grom,"
As he leans forward to take it, you get another whiff of spruce. It's from him. You realize "thank you, you will be here tomorrow?"
"well...i did sell all my flowers"
His face falls a bit in disappointment before he turns to his bouquet and picks one flower out to gently place on the front "not that one" he says in a smug tone, the edges of his straight lips twitching to a smile.
you stare at it, and you have to admit it, this was your first time seeing a magical creature and well...it was so interesting, the culture shock, how different he lived and well...it was your first rush of rebellion. You wanted to know more about his species.
"You're right. One more left, I'll be here tomorrow until I sell it"
he huffs, "good" and turns to leave.
You smile proudly at the last rose as you pack up shop for the day, but as you are reorganizing your carts you hear steps behind you and turn. “Mrs Mallard!” you say excited at the arrival at your stall neighbor who sold dyes for wool. Oh no, did she want my last rose? What am I gonna tell Grom when comes and sees I don’t have it left, I can't refuse her!
“I saw you talking to that Orc!” she screeches in a tone of disgust, let untense her shoulders and silently sigh in relief, “yes he just bought almost all of my stock! Im so happy, now my mother can make a good meal for our family, im sure Mr Graves has some potatoes-”
“They are vile creatures!” she cuts you off “why would even risk talking to them? One wrong word and you could set them off, they have a horrible temper you know”
“Really?” you falter, it didn't seem like it, “i’m sorry Mrs Mallard I was just desperate for money, i’ve been so hungry"
Her expression softens, she sighs and reaches over to pat my hand “the lord made man in his image, not those green creatures, therefore they are not to be trusted, dear” your chest hurts at her words
“Yes Mrs Millard, i’ll refuse him when he comes back”
“Good” she states and her eyes dart with burning jealousy at your large pouch before she marches away.
As you walk home you stop far enough away from your house and gently reach into the pouch Grom gave you reached in to feel it, the coins had the normal engravings that were standardized around the whole kingdom, nothing felt off, around it, and yes you felt weird checking it but nothing even smelt bad about it…
"hello mother" you said walking inside "i sold all the flowers today" you say casually making your mother drop her knitting needles
"ALL OF THEM?"
you turn to her to drop the coins on the table gently, a smile on your face at the thought of what Grom said "well technically all except one"
"How?!"
"some husband that forgot his wife's anniversary." you lie, your back was turned to her so you could hide your of pain at your chest your lie causes you
"oh thank heavens he did so."
"Yeah, shall I go out to buy dinner?" you ask maybe a bit too eagerly that your father would catch your lies
"yes! perfect idea dear! By the time you come back and i finish cooking yout father should be back! Hes running a bit late" late? He's never late. Whatever I need to get this money spent
you smile in relief, eagerly grabbing the pouch to head outside to grab ingredients for dinner, thereby ridding the evidence of your encounter with Grom, oh how you couldn't stop thinking about him. Though you hated lying, you could not wait to see him tomorrow, that would be the last time you would ever see him anyway so it's not like it matters that you lied, right?
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The next day, early in fact you set up your stall, already thinking of excuses to tell your neighbors once he came, it was a good thing today was wednesday, Mrs Mallards restock day.
you smile at the smell of spruce and look up to see Grom "good morning Grom, how was your sleep?" you ask taking your time wrapping up the one flower,
"stiff" he says rubbing his shoulder right shoulder
"yeah the ground must not be that nice to sleep on...what do you guys usually sleep on?"
"we have beds made of stone"
"Really? how is that much better!?"
he chuckles "they are layered with hay straw...may I ask you question since you did?"
"Of course!
"why...why do all your women wear these..." his eyes gesture at your skirt, his tone filled with disgust but genuine curiosity
"a dress, and well it’s just what we wear"
"well your men wear pants, like us"
"its whats modest"
"pants cover same amount as your dress does" his r’s roll sharper than normal when he says the word. Like it was the first time it entered his mouth.
"Well..." he stares hard and you finally find an answer "tradition!"
He scoffs annoyed “if we always followed tradition we would always stay where we are, is enough for single flower?" he slide another gold coin across the table
"yes but, I really cant accept this though its too much, especially after yesterday"
he raises a brow, a challenging smile grows on his lips "I make too much, besides, you are quite literally only one I can buy from"
he gestures around and wow, everyone has their stands front covered by tarps, therefore not letting even anyone buy from them.
"ill accept a copper piece"
he scoffs playfully "did not bring any"
"Liar"
"well you have no proof"
"i can see it in your smile" the edges of it twitch
"what smile?" he jokingly says
You roll your eyes "lets meet in the middle, silver piece"
"deal" he says with a fond smile and slides a silver piece to you, you look down sadly at it "so you're leaving today?"
he pauses "no need to stay in town that hates me"
"I don't hate you Grom" you say too gooey but it comes out before you can stop it.
but he smiles, looking touched "i do not hate you too y/n...maybe we can do business with your trib-villiage again, and you can tell me again about all weird human things you guys can do, and in return ill tell you mine"
"id love that"
The tallest of the orcs comes out of the mayor's room and yells a command to Grom in a language you assume is orcish, he responds back and as he does his tribe leader's eyes dart to you, cold and assessing. He had tusks with engravings that reached his cheekbones. His eyes are piercing and yellow like a predator, his face sharp like rock with scars and old scratches will all of his hair slicked back into three long braids. He hops on his horse, flicks the reins and trails out of the village with the rest of the orcs, leaving just pile of dust
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Male Lion Beastman/Female Human
Additional Tags: Exophilia, Furry, Beastman, Lion Beastman, Arranged Marriage, Tsundere, Age Gap Relationship, Size Difference, Boss/Employee Relationship, Height Differences, Marriage of Convenience
Content Warnings: Sexual Assault, Unwanted Sexual Touching, Discussion of Sexual Assault, Abusive Parents, Abusive Family
Words: 4895
Takarad begrudgingly opens up to the reader before crashing headlong into an act they can't take back. Please reblog and leave feedback!
The Nobles Masterlist
Summer returned and Bronwyn didn't.
The one year anniversary of when you'd first started working for Takarad rolled around and you made a strawberry jam to celebrate. He seemed confused as to why this occasion warranted celebrating, and you told him with a smile that it just did. You also said it was nothing compared to what your first wedding anniversary would look like.
"It's not like it was a real wedding," He said in confusion.
"Even so," You replied. "It'll be fun to commemorate it."
"Why?"
"I don't know… I just… like the idea of it," You said. "Truthfully… I was never allowed to celebrate things back home. I was excluded from parties and birthdays and I never got to celebrate my own milestones. I just… wanted to have my own celebrations. That's all."
"Ah," He said, seemingly lost in thought. "I've never celebrated nothing in my life, either. It didn't seem all that important."
"It becomes a lot more important when you watch everyone else get to experience it from the outside," You said. "When is your birthday, by the way?"
"I don't really know," He replied. "The orphanage didn't keep track o' stuff like that. I think I was a summer child, at least."
"Me too," You said. "To be honest… I kind of… forgot when my birthday is. The only one who celebrated it with me was my mother and she died when I was two, and I guess that was just one of the things that died with her."
"Hmm," Takarad hummed. "I ain't all that familiar with how celebrations work. Ain't you supposed to get gifts and eat good food and such?"
"Usually," You said. "It's mostly a way to spend special time with the people you love." You sighed with recollection. "I think the last gift I ever got, besides the wedding gifts, was a doll my mother gave me before she died. My half-sister stole it out of my room when I nine. Then she tore it to shreds and burned it. I think she just didn't want me to have anything that made me happy."
"Why does your family hate you so much?" He asked with a frown. "I understand why folks hate me, after all, I'm a big, mean asshole... but you was just a girl. I don't understand why they've got so much vitriol for a young'un who ain't done nothin' to them."
"Well, it's easy to understand my step-mother and half-siblings hatred of me," You replied. "I'm the eldest, so it's natural to assume that I'd be favored over them, so there's an element of jealousy. Then when it was clear my father disliked me, they copied his attitude because it suited them."
"But why does your pa hate ya?"
"Like I said, I don't really know. I assume it's because of my mother, but I don't know why he hated her, either. Maybe their arrangement was something he didn't want or he grew to hate her after they married, who's to say. I just know he's hated me since the day I was born."
His frown deepened. "It just don't make no sense."
You shrugged. "That's the way it is."
That night, as the two of you were readying for sleep, he sat down on the bed and rubbed his lower back, sighing.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, there's just a knot in my back I can't reach," He said, twisting a little.
"Oh, I can help," You told him.
"No, you ain't gotta do that. It's nothing, really."
"Don't be silly," You said, climbing onto the bed on your knees. "Where is it?"
"No, honestly, just leave it be, I'll—" His voice died when you pressed your fingers against his shoulders, kneading the muscles. His body went limp and he leaned into your touch. "Lower, please."
You believed that was the first time you ever heard him say the word please. You used your knuckles to rub lower between his shoulder blades. "Here?"
"Lower," He begged. "Between my waist and my ribs."
You found the spot he mentioned and dug your knuckles into it. "Here?"
"Uuuuunnnn," He moaned. "Like that. Keep doin' that."
For several minutes, you massaged the knot slowly. He slumped, completely relaxed, and let you do as you wished. You flipped your hands and used your thumbs and fingers to squeeze the muscles, and he groaned lewdly.
"Does that feel better?" You asked him softly, resting your chin on his shoulder.
"Fuck, girl, you keep doin' that and I'll give you anythin' you want," He growled.
You giggled. "Well, what I want right now is to sleep," You said, giving him a few last squeezes before patting the spot softly and letting him go.
"You got it," He said, laying down and stretching. "Here I was thinkin' you'd ask for a raise."
"You could still give me a raise," You said playfully.
He snorted. "I'll think about it."
You laid down next to him and he snuffed the candle. Strangely, though he was always careful to sleep so that the two of you weren't touching, you could feel his back pressed against yours. You blushed, but said nothing.
You felt a subtle shifting in the air, but you couldn't speak as to what it was, you just knew something was different. The room felt different. Takarad's presence felt different. You couldn't put a name to the feeling, so you drove it out of your mind and slept.
The next day around mid-morning, Takarad went out to handle restocking and ordering supplies, which he did once a month. He left you in charge of the tavern, since it was the slow period of the day, and returned before lunchtime. He wouldn't let you see into the bag he'd brought back with him, which you found odd, but you put it out of your mind when he set a ham stuffed roll in front of you for lunch, a rare treat. You grinned at him and thanked him. He huffed through his nose and said it wasn't a big deal.
That night, when the two of you went to bed, you notice something peculiar: there was a brand new wooden hairbrush with boars-hair bristles sitting on the little table. Perplexed, you picked it up and examined it. There were mother of pearl inlays on the back and in the handle. It had a delicate pattern of swans on a lake.
"What's this?" You asked as he came into the room.
"Oh," He said, sounding casual. "I found it. You can have it."
"You found it?" You asked him skeptically.
"Yeah, I found it!" He said, bristling. "Is there a problem with that?! If you don't want it, you can just toss it!"
"I never said I didn't want it," You said, smiling and blushing shyly. "Come here and bend down."
He frowned but obeyed. You touched his right cheek with your hand and kissed his left cheek. He stood up abruptly, grunting in surprise.
You smiled. "Thank you, I love it."
"Yeah… sure," He said, not looking at you. You smiled at his obvious discomfort, but made no comment about it.
Toward the end of summer, other items began appearing on the table: a silver hair stick, a cotton shawl, a trinket box. You asked him every time where they had come from and he said with a gruff voice that he "found" them and not to worry about it in a way that left no bridge for argument. You worried pushing him for an explanation would annoy him, so you left it alone. It made you feel nervous and timid, but also warm and happy.
A few weeks later, another letter addressed to you was left under the door at the tavern. Takarad picked it up and opened it before you could reach it and read it. To your shock, a smile, the first smile you had ever seen on his face, curved his lips.
"Great news," He said to you, grinning and handing you the letter. "You've officially been disowned."
You gasped. "Really?!" You exclaimed excitedly, taking the letter and scanning it excitedly. You jumped up into his arms and hugged him tightly. He made a noise of surprise, but caught you and held you up. "This is definitely a cause for celebration! I'll go to the bakery and get some tarts for dessert tonight! Do you have a preference?"
"Cherry and walnut," He replied as he set you back on your feet. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a few coins, handing them to you. "Get some fresh rye loaves, too. We'll make stew bowls with 'em."
You grinned brightly. "Are you actually going to celebrate with me? Without arguing about it?"
He gave you a dry look. "Don't sass me. Be off with you."
You giggled and scampered out of the door. The tavern had opened by the time you returned, and you rushed to set down the goodies you'd bought in the storage room for later before picking up the tray and beginning your work day as usual.
After a pleasant dinner and dessert, where he congratulated you on successfully being disowned with a toast from a bottle of his good reserve wine, the two of you went upstairs for bed and you spotted another surprise on the table: a salt cellar carved from dark wood and engraved with the image of figs and a little spoon that slid into a slot carved on the side.
"Takarad, really, what is this?" You asked him as he came in behind you.
"What about it?" He asked.
"Why are you doing this? Why do you keep giving me things?"
"Do you not like them?"
"I love them, but that's not the point," You said exasperatedly. "What are all these gifts for?"
He sat down on the bed and rested his elbows on his knees. He didn't answer immediately.
"I just… figured…" He began haltingly. "You said you think you were born in summer, and I got to thinkin'… any day that passed this summer coulda been your birthday. And I thought a lot about what you said… about bein' left out of things… and it just… made me feel kinda bad to think of you as a youngster, sittin' all by yourself when everyone else was havin' a good time…"
You smiled fondly at him and walked up to him, putting your arms around his neck.
"Are you feelin' upset?" He asked, embracing you.
"No," You said. "I feel happy."
"Hugs are for happy, too?"
"Mhm."
"I see."
"It's not fair, though," You said, pulling back. "You've been giving me all these things and I haven't given you anything."
"You don't need to give me nothing," He replied.
"Come on," You pleaded. "Any day could have been your birthday, too. It's only fair that I give you something for your birthday. What would you like?"
"Well…" He started slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "If your offerin'… Could you rub my back again, maybe?"
"Sure, I can," You said brightly. "Lie down on your stomach. I'll do your whole back and put all my muscle into it."
"You won't hear me complainin'," He said, obeying. You knelt next to him, slowly pressing your palms into the muscles of his back. His groan was muffled by the mattress. He closed his eyes and relaxed completely under your touch. You massaged diligently for several minutes, but you realize you had a problem: his back was so broad that you were really only rubbing one side of it.
"Pardon me for a moment," You said, and threw a leg over his back, sitting astride him.
"What are you doing?" He asked, opening his good eye and looking back at you.
"I couldn't reach the other side," You explained. "Is this uncomfortable?"
"Well… no," He said.
"I'll keep going then," You replied. You resumed the massage and worked the muscles all the way up and down his back, rubbing his shoulders and arms too. He grunted and huffed, and you noticed he was slowly becoming tenser. Frowning, you doubled your efforts, rubbing long strokes up and down. That wasn't working, either.
"Roll over," You told him, getting off. "I'll rub your feet, too."
"You don't have to do that," He said, not moving. "That's good enough. Thanks."
"No, really, roll over," You said, pushing him a little. "I might as well give you a full work up."
"No!" He said, rolling away from you. "Leave me be!"
He sat up with his back to you, covering his crotch with his hands, bent over in an effort to hide, clearly embarrassed. Suddenly, you understood: he was aroused. Your heart began to race in your chest. The massage must have been… stimulating. Or maybe it was because you were straddling him.
It was strange. Whenever Bronwyn had become aroused around you, you found it repulsive, but in this case, you found it intriguing and… exciting. Takarad was obviously mortified and trying to hide it, but he couldn't get up or it would be even more obvious. He probably didn't want you to think he was a creep like Bronwyn.
Slowly, you moved to sit next to him and, while his face was turned away, you reached into his lap and moved his hands, slowly stroking him over his clothes. He turned his head to look at you in shock. He didn't move, so you gently caressed him for a minute or two, holding his gaze and gauging his reaction. He seemed completely at a loss for words.
"Do you want me to stop?" You asked him.
He swallowed thickly and didn't answer right away, just stared at you with his eye wide. If you didn't know him better, you'd have sworn he looked… terrified.
"Should I stop?" You asked him again, pulling your hand away.
"No," He breathed. He reached out and grabbed your hand, putting it back on his crotch. "Don't stop."
Holding his gaze, you began to rub him over his clothes again. He was breathing hard, as if he had been running, and rolled his hips to your touch. You went to untie his trousers, and his body tensed.
"You don't have to—" He began, but he stopped speaking when you touched his length directly, groaning in pleasure. You pulled it free of his trousers and began to stroke it slowly. It was rock hard and pulsing in your hand; bright red, pointed, and had soft, fleshy spines all along it. You played with it for a few minutes, listening to his groans and wheezing, and felt yourself becoming wet and beginning to throb between your legs.
"Lie down," You told him.
"What're you gonna do?" He asked apprehensively as he complied.
Instead of answering, you got up and shucked off your undergarments, then threw one leg over him, the both of you still mostly clothed, and sat astride him, his member pressed between the two of you.
"Wait…" He gasped as you sat up and took hold of him, leading him to your entrance. "You sure?"
You nodded. "Do you want me to stop?"
This time, he didn't hesitate to answer. "No," He insisted.
The pointed tip of his cock slipped in with little resistance. You slid slowly and tightly down onto him, and his eye rolled back in his head. He gripped the sheets next to your knees, but avoided touching you directly. The feeling of him inside you stretching you open wide was amazing, and you gasped as you took all of him in. You sat for a moment with him inside, adjusting and enjoying the feeling of him throbbing against your inner walls, before you began to rock your hips on top of him, sliding his cock into and out of you. There was a sinful squelching noise each time you thrust him in.
"Fffuck," He moaned. "That feels so fuckin' good."
"Yeah," You breathed in agreement. You sped up, bracing your hands against his stomach and pushing him in deeper. A sweet, building pressure began to swell at the place where the two of you were connected, and you moaned, closing your eyes. It built and built for several minutes until you began to whimper, riding him fast, before an explosion of pleasure flooded your body, wiping out all thought from your mind. You cried out, rocking more slowly to squeeze out as much ecstasy as you could, before slowing to a stop.
He touched you then, letting go of the sheets to grab your hips tightly and hold you in place. He planted his feet against the mattress and began thrusting up into you fast and hard, your bodies slapping against each other as he pounded into you over and over. You held on for dear life as he bounced you against him, with him growling and hissing breaths between his teeth, his face pulled into a snarl of concentration. He roared as he came inside you, moving your hips against his as he released into you again and again, grunting as each jerk of his body shot more of his seed into you, his body taut underneath you. You felt another wave of pleasure hit your body and you had to hold onto him not to fall over, moaning as the orgasm crested and ebbed.
Eventually, he relaxed, and his hands returned to laying flat on the bed. He didn't look at you, he simply stared at the ceiling as he got his breath back.
You frowned in concern. "Are you alright? What's wrong?"
He didn't say anything, just kept staring at the ceiling. After a few moments of silence, he took a large breath, sighed heavily, and said, "…get off me."
You felt a chill in your chest and a pit in your stomach. "Oh, sorry," You said as you moved sideways to the bed. "Am I too heavy?"
He didn't answer you. Instead, he sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, sitting motionless for a few seconds, before standing, putting himself back into his trousers, and leaving the room without a word, shutting the door with a snap.
He… he said he wanted to, didn't he? You asked yourself, your heart dropping. Did I do something wrong?
After a few moments of silent, hurt confusion, you got out of bed, put your undergarments back on, and opened the bedroom door to look down into the tavern. Takarad was down in the bar area, wiping a spot on the bar that was perfectly clean. You descended the steps slowly, watching him move mechanically.
"If you're not gonna sleep, can you bring up some potatoes from the cellar? I'll make hashbrowns for breakfast," He said, not looking at you.
You didn't obey. "Are we not going to talk about what just happened?" You asked him.
"What's there to talk about?" He replied.
"What do you mean? We just made love, Takarad," You said to him.
"No," He said severely. "We just fucked. Don't twist it into something it ain't."
You felt horror and shock, stumbling backward. "Are you saying that it didn't mean anything to you?"
"No, it didn't," He said brusquely. "If you thought somethin' different, that's your own fault. I didn't ask you to do it and I never promised you nothin'."
"So what was it to you, if it didn't mean anything?"
"A good time and that's it," He replied, his voice perfectly even. "A pretty young woman threw herself at me. I did what any man would do in that situation and got my dick wet. There's nothin' more to it than that." He finally looked up at you, his face neutral. "Are you gonna get those potatoes or not?"
It would have hurt less if he had punched you. Tears gathered in your eyes and your lip quivered. You hardened your face and clenched your jaw, turning and opening the door to the cellar with no intention of bringing him potatoes. Instead, you slipped into your bedroll that was still laid out in a corner of the room and wept. Takarad didn't come after you.
Hours later, during which time you didn't sleep, Takarad opened the door and shouted down, "Breakfast!" And shut the door behind him. You didn't get up. A little more time passed, and he opened the door again.
"Are you gonna get out here and do your fuckin' job?" He asked gruffly.
You didn't respond, but you got up out of the bedroll and walked up the cellar stairs and past him, picking up a tray. You took orders as normal, but you didn't speak to anyone more than was necessary. Some of the patrons asked if you were alright, but you walked away without answering.
The day seemed like it was a year long, and finally the last patron left. You set the tray down just as Takarad laid a plate on the bar.
"Here," He said. "Dinner."
You ignored him and went back to the cellar, not bothering to eat. You had no appetite, anyway. You went to the back corner, where you'd previously slept, and sat with your back to the wall, your legs crossed over one another, and sat motionless in silence for a long time.
Much later, in the wee hours of the morning, Takarad came down into the cellar with a plate and tankard on a tray.
"You gotta eat," He said. "You won't be good for nothin' if you starve yourself."
"I'm leaving tomorrow," You told him. "I'll be packed by morning."
"…you don't gotta leave. Don't let your personal feelings fuck up a good opportunity."
"I refuse to live under the same roof with another man who doesn't want me," You said to him numbly. "You're just like every other man I've ever known. My mistake for thinking you were different. I guess I thought too highly of you."
"Seems that way," He replied. "You're too old not to know that all men are the same. I guess this'll just teach you a lesson you won't forget." He sat on the other side of the wall, facing you. "Are you gonna manage to be on time for work if you move outta here?"
You stared at him, frowning. "What, are you stupid? I'm quitting."
"You ain't got to quit," He said, matching your frown. "You still got your job."
"You just don't want to go through the trouble of finding a new bar girl," You said.
"No, that's not…" He said, but stopped. "…yeah, you're right. It's a hassle, so I'd rather you stayed on. There ain't no reason to get rid of a good employee just 'cause I fucked her."
"Stop saying that, you crass bastard," You snapped through gritted teeth. "I gave my body to a man I thought cared for me. The fact that I was mistaken doesn't cheapen my decision."
He was silent for a few minutes. "Are you stayin' in town?"
"No."
"Where will you go?"
"Does it really matter to you?" You shot back.
"I guess it don't," He said. "There's a supply wagon going to Dunmountain tomorrow around midday, if that suits you. You got enough to make it there?"
"I have more than I did when I came here, so that'll be enough," You said. "We'll have to go to the magistrate at dawn to file for an annulment before I leave."
"Will they allow an annulment? We've… consummated and everythin'."
"I'll figure something out."
He hesitated. "Don't you need to stay married to avoid your Pa?"
"No, I'm disowned. I no longer need the shield of marriage to evade my father. I stayed married to you afterward because…" You stopped, unable to say it. "Because it was convenient. Besides, I'm not going to stay married to someone who'd use my body for his own pleasure and expect me to keep working for him as though he hadn't."
Takarad grimaced, but he said, "Yeah… that'd be for the best, then. I guess it's all settled." He grunted a bit as he slowly got to his feet. He looked down at the untouched plate and tankard before turning to leave. "You should eat, if that's the case. You'll need strength for the journey."
"Don't pretend like you care what happens to me," You said, looking away from him. "Whether I make it to Dunmountain or I drop dead on the road, it's not something over which you should worry. When I leave here, you can just forget you ever met me. I will certainly do my best to forget you."
He stood with his back to you for a few moments. You wished he would just go.
"Just eat, alright?" He said, and stepped away, walking back up the steps to the tavern.
You didn't eat.
The next morning at dawn, Takarad walked with you to the magistrate's office in silence.
"What can I do for you folks?" The magistrate asked as the two of you approached his desk.
"We're here for an annulment," You said. "As quickly as possible."
The magistrate seemed taken aback. "For what reason are you filing for an annulment?"
"Impotence," Takarad said immediately before you had time to think of an excuse, and you gaped at him in disbelief. "I lied to her and married her under false pretenses. I can't give her children." His eye cut to you briefly before he continued. "No part of this is her fault."
You stared at him, gobsmacked. From what you knew, men would sooner cut off an arm than admit they were impotent. A large part of their pride was tied to their virility. And anyway, it wasn't even true. Why would he lie about something that could hurt his chances of remarrying?
"Ah, I see," The magistrate said. "Can you affirm this is the truth?"
You hesitated for a moment before answering. "Yes."
"Very well," The magistrate said. "That is a more than valid reason for an annulment. The fee is five gold."
You dug around in your purse for the coins, but Takarad slapped the money down before you could.
"Are we done?" He asked brusquely.
"You just need to sign here, and I'll file it immediately. The marriage will be dissolved by the time you leave the building," The magistrate said, holding out a piece of parchment.
Takarad signed and turned, walking out of the door. You signed after him and followed. He was just outside, as if waiting for you, but started walking without saying a word once you stepped outside. You followed him at a distance back to the tavern.
Packing took no time at all, since you had nothing but your clothing and bedroll. You left all the gifts that Takarad had given you, including the little knife, in a pile in the cellar. Before long you were standing outside a covered wagon bound for Dunmountain. It was a supply wagon laden with crates and sacks, but you had bartered for space on it and paid more than you would have liked. Even so, you were leaving.
"You didn't have to come," You said to Takarad, who had followed you out to the departure site.
"The least I could do is see ya off." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small drawstring sack, holding it out to you. "Here."
You frowned and didn't take it. "What is it?"
"It's just a little extra coin," He said, still ready to hand it to you. "To help you get settled in the new place, wherever you end up."
"Why?"
"I just…" He started, but hesitated. "You done me a lot of… favors. I felt like you earned it."
Your face hardened in anger. "Don't treat me like a whore."
"No, I… That's not what I—"
"I don't need it," You said, walking away.
He dropped his arm, awkwardly silent. He reached down to pick up your bag, likely to put it in the back of the wagon for you, but you snatched it out of his reach before he could touch it and threw it in the back.
"Do you need a leg up?" He asked, starting toward you.
"No," You snapped, and he stopped. "Go home."
He didn't obey, but he stopped trying to help you.
You climbed with some difficulty into the back of the wagon but you refused to turn to him, as you'd sooner lay flat in the road than admit you needed help to get in, and sat as comfortably as you could in the middle of the sacks of grain and crates of potatoes. Takarad walked up to the back of the wagon and called your name softly. You debated ignoring him, but you looked up.
"What?" You asked impatiently.
He cleared his throat. "I just wanted to say… no matter where you go or what you do…" He said quietly. "I wish you… nothin' but the best in all things. That's all."
You stared at him, feeling a range of emotions from sadness to hatred to rage, but all you could manage to say to him was a flat, emotionless: "…yeah."
The wagon began to move, and you faced forward, leaving Takarad standing there in the clearing, the bag of coins still in his hand.
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You couldn’t help it, your focus was on the orc resting beside you. You weren’t sure if he could feel your eyes on him as he slept, but he made no movements to indicate any disturbance. Someone who usually looked so massive and fearsome now resembled a delicate flower.
Well, to you at least.
His tusks are large and sharp, but his face remained calm and unburdened as he slept. Even with the long scar running across his nose, he looked as gentle as a soft breeze on the first day of spring.
His snores shook your shared home, but it didn’t bother you. If anything, it made you feel safe. Surely no one would approach your home during the night when it sounded as if a bear resided there. Even while resting, your orc was protecting you.
You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face as you memorized his features once more. If he were to awaken, he would most likely be startled by your unblinking stare. He was a heavy sleeper though, so you continued taking in his sleeping form.
Peaceful nights like this allow you to look back on your shared memories, such as the first time meeting one another.
It was late, and your friend had canceled plans at the last second due to an emergency. So, you were alone, at a bar you rarely entered. You contemplated staying for a drink or just heading home when you noticed him.
An orc, large, dark green, long red hair that reminded you of a campfire, piercings in his lips and ears, and the scar.
The breath left your lungs as you took in his appearance. “Beautiful” being the only thought as your eyes lingered on the scar. You may have stated for too long, because the orc took notice of your eyes glued to his face.
A scowl made itself apparent on his beautiful features.
Looking away quickly, you didn’t mean to offend him. You just… couldn’t look away.
And still, you couldn’t keep your gaze off of him as your eyes slowly made their way back to his face. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but the scowl remained as he drank whatever foamy substance he ordered.
Two options: 1) you could approach him, possibly interrupting a pleasant evening, and try to give him your number. 2) just leave him alone, most likely to never see him again. Secret third option, do an alluring dance that will sweep him off his feet.
You couldn’t leave him alone, and you weren’t ready to impress him with your two left feet. So, you inhaled deeply, and approached.
He took notice of this.
Before you could even open your mouth, he spoke.
“You don’t need to apologize, I get it. Big scar, draws attention. You can go now” the orc grumbled out as his scowl deepened.
Taken aback, you almost ran for the doors. You were frozen in place though. His voice was just as enchanting as his appearance.
Another deep inhale.
“I- no, the scar is fine. I mean! No, well, yes, the scar is fine. It’s nice! WAIT! Not nice, it- it compliments your features” you rambled on, trying to save yourself from your own mouth. The orc only rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath as he took another drink.
There was a bit of silence after that, too embarrassed to open your mouth once more. Instead, you pulled out your phone, opened your contacts, and handed it to him.
It was bold, and you were beyond flustered, but you couldn’t miss an opportunity to get his number.
The orc furrowed his brows when you held your phone out to him. Slowly, he took it from you, eyeing whatever you were trying to show him.
Silence.
…
…
…
“You… want my number?” the orc questioned as he raised a brow. Biting your tongue, you could only swallow the saliva that gathered in your mouth and furiously nod your head yes.
Hesitation.
…
…
Laughter. Loud laughter that comes from deep within the gut. You jumped back in surprise as his scowl turned into the brightest smile you had ever seen. If he was beautiful before, you didn’t know what to call him now.
“I wasn’t expecting to catch anyone’s attention. This made my night” he chuckled out as his laughter died down. The phone was tiny in his massive hands, but he managed to put his information in before handing your phone back to you.
Your heartbeat quickened as you stared at the new contact. Your own smile spreading across your face as you held your phone tighter than you ever have before.
You wanted to thank him, but that seemed too happy. You were happy, obviously, but you wanted to come off as calm and in control. Steadying your breathing, you put your phone back in your pocket, then locked eyes with the cutie seated in front of you.
“I’ll call you! No- text you. Why would I just call? Yeah, I’ll message you later! Or, well, it’s late, so maybe tomorrow-“ you stopped speaking as he once again let out a deep laugh. Although you were embarrassed by your word vomit, you couldn’t help but to laugh along; shyly, but still full of joy.
You said your goodbyes shortly after, then left. You wanted to stay in his presence, but you were already coming off way too strong. Leaving felt like the better option in that moment.
You practically stayed up all night, deciding if you should text him now or later. Once exhaustion took over, you decided it would be best to wait until the next day.
It started with texting.
Grew into planned hangouts.
Turned into calls, which then turned into good morning and good night phone calls. Asking about your dreams, wanting to hear about your day.
This communication made it easier for you to ask him on a date. Your first official date.
He said yes, amused and overjoyed by the aspect of becoming something more official.
Then the date turned into more dates. Simple turned into passionate, and love bloomed between you and the orc you couldn’t resist thinking of.
After some time when he nervously asked you to move in together, it was one of the easiest questions you’ve ever had the pleasure of answering.
“Yes!”
And now, here you were, laying beside the love of your life, staring at him with love in your eyes. Maybe it was creepy with the amount of staring you did, but you couldn’t care less when his massive green arms wrapped around you in his sleep, pulling you towards his chest. His chin rested on top of your head, arms firm but gentle as he held you close.
Rating: Mature
Relationship: Male Lion Beastman/Female Human
Additional Tags: Exophilia, Furry, Beastman, Lion Beastman, Arranged Marriage, Tsundere, Age Gap Relationship, Size Difference, Boss/Employee Relationship, Height Differences, Marriage of Convenience
Content Warnings: Sexual Assault, Unwanted Sexual Touching, Discussion of Sexual Assault, Abusive Parents, Abusive Family
Words: 4356
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You were silent for a good long while, taken fully aback by the suggestion. Was he serious? You were quite sure he didn’t even like you.
“It was just a thought,” He said hastily. “Put it out of your mind if ya ain’t keen on it.”
“You would really marry me?” You asked. “Really?”
“Well… sure,” He said slowly, still faced away from you. “If it’ll help ya out, then…”
“But… don't you hate me?”
He spun around on his heel and looked affronted. “Whoever said such a thing? Sure, I’m a mean old grump who don’t know how to be nice to folks, but that don’t mean I hate ya.”
“Oh,” You said, stunned. You wondered how he treated people he did hate, then. “Will you… come here and talk to me about this? It’s not something that can be decided on a whim. Marriage is a serious thing.”
“I know that full well,” He said, though he did put down his knife and wipe his hands, coming over to sit on one of the stools. It creaked under his weight. “Look, I ain't never had a mind to marry. To be honest, I was a mean little shit when I was a boy, and I ain’t gotten much better with age. Women tend to be scared o’ me, so I ain’t never been close to none. I ain’t the sweet, affectionate sort, if ya couldn’t tell. I’m old now, and I expected to die without ever getting hitched. If you marry me, you ain’t riskin’ nothin’, and if you’ve a mind to stick with me 'til the end to fend off your pa and this baron asshole, then you’ll be free of me when I die. Shouldn’t be that long, I figure.”
You frowned. “I don’t find that particularly comforting.”
He stood up off of the stool and knelt in front of you a little awkwardly, but he looked you straight in the eye. “If you do decide to go through with it… marryin' me, I mean… I don’t know what kinda husband I’ll be to ya, since I ain’t never been married before, but I can promise I won’t ever hit ya or beat ya, and I won’t touch ya if ya don’t want me to. You can still work here, and I’ll still pay ya a wage. If you decide to split with me after a safe amount o’ time, you can save up for when ya strike out on your own, or whatever you decide to do.”
You sniffled and blinked rapidly, on the verge of tears again. “You’d really do that for me?”
“Well, sure,” He repeated. “If it’ll help ya out.”
“That’s just about the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me,” You said.
“You must not know all that many good folks, I wager,” He said seriously.
You lowered your gaze. “Not really.”
“Hmm,” He hummed. He sat down on the ground from his kneeling position and rested his elbow on the stool. “What made ya think I hated ya?” He asked in curiosity.
“You were pretty mean to me when I first came here. You’re not all that nice now.”
“I’m pretty mean to everyone, not just you,” He said dryly. “To be blunt, I didn’t feel any type o’ way towards ya when I first met ya. If anything, I was impressed ya didn’t turn ‘round and leave as soon as ya saw me. First one who didn’t, actually. My sunny disposition doesn’t suit most folks, ya know, but I never hated ya.”
“You didn’t do much to reassure me to the contrary,” You said.
“I didn’t owe ya nothin’,” He sniffed.
You laughed a little, but sobered. “It’s just that… the way you behaved at first… it reminded me of my father. He hates me, of that I am certain.”
“Or are you just assumin’ that, like you did with me? How do you know he hates ya?”
“He’s told me,” You said in a small voice. “He tells me all the time. He’s never told me why, but I assume it’s because of my mother, because he hated her, too. Their marriage was arranged, which he seems fine with, but there was something about her he simply couldn’t stand, and I must have inherited it. Maybe I look too much like her, I don’t know. All he ever tells me is what a burden I am to him and how he can’t wait to marry me off and get me out of his house. He’d have had me married off much sooner, but he wanted to be sure he’d find someone who treats me just as badly as he does.”
“Shit, girl,” He said softly.
"When I was little…" You said slowly. "I thought he was just a cruel person who was mean to everyone, but when he remarried my stepmother and my half-siblings were born… he’s like a different person to them. He’s kind to them, he smiles at them. I don't know what I did to make him hate me, but I would have done anything to fix it when I was growing up." You sighed heavily. “I don’t know why he’s so obsessed with my misery. It would have been far better if he were just indifferent towards me. At least then he wouldn’t enjoy my suffering so much.”
“Who could call such a man a father?” He mumbled, sounding taken aback.
You looked down at him where he sat. “What was your father like?”
“Dunno, never met him,” He said. “I grew up in an orphanage.”
“The one in Coleville?”
He shook his head. “Nah, the one I was at don’t exist no more. All for the better, really; it was a shitty place. You had to grow up mean to survive it.”
“That explains a lot,” You said with a smile.
He snorted. “I guess… if I had to say… the man who gave me this tavern would be the closest thing I had to a father. I didn’t meet him till I was in my late thirties and had lived a hard life as a mercenary, but he gave me a new purpose when I lost this.” He motioned at his missing right eye. “About the only person who ever thought I was good for anythin’.”
“He sounds like a good person,” You said, smiling fondly.
“Aye, he was,” He agreed. He fell silent after that, looking into the middle distance and seeing something you couldn't.
“Do you think… he’ll be back?” You asked, nodding toward the door.
“Not if he knows what’s good for ‘im,” Takarad said with a sneer. “I’m more concerned he’ll have that papa o’ yers in tow if he does.”
“Trust me, I’m worried about that, too,” You admitted, frowning. “I genuinely hoped to never see either of them again.”
“Well… for now, don’t you go worryin’ that curly little head o’ yers,” He said, poking the corner of your down-turned mouth with his thick pointer finger, and you smiled. “We’ll handle it if it comes. No sense getting your knickers in a twist about it right now.”
“You’re right,” You told him, taking a large breath.
"So… whatcha think?" He asked slowly. "About my offer."
You smiled shyly. "If it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience to you, I'd like to accept. Thank you."
"S'fine," He replied. He stood up and went back behind the bar, the conversation apparently over. “Ya oughtta go to bed. We got a full day tomorrow.”
The next day, the first proper cold day of winter, the two of you went down to the magistrate’s office to file for a marriage license. It was the first time the tavern was closed during the breakfast rush in many years, but there was nothing for it.
Marrying Takarad didn't take long at all, it turns out. All you needed to do was sign two copies of a marriage license and verify that you consented to marry Takarad, as in you weren't being coerced into doing it, in front of everyone at the magistrate's office, which was quite a few people since it was in town hall. Takarad seemed uncomfortable with so many eyes on him during the affair, and seemed anxious to leave. He was given one of the marriage licenses to keep, and the two of you went back to the tavern to open up.
When you arrived at the tavern, there was a letter nailed to the front door addressed to you. Takarad yanked the nail out of the wood and handed the letter to you. You stared at it, but put it in your bag without reading it. Takarad grunted but said nothing.
The work day went by slowly but uneventfully, and at the end of it when the last patron left, Takarad bolted the door and turned to you.
"Didja read the letter?" He asked.
You shook your head. "I know the contents are probably unpleasant. I didn't want to be upset while I was taking orders."
"That's fair," He replied. "Are you gonna read it? 'Cause I'd recommend just chuckin' it, myself. No reason to let the bastard ruin your weddin' day."
You smiled softly. "It is my wedding day, isn't it?" You said. "I hadn't thought of it like that." You sighed and cracked the wax seal on the letter. "I might as well. It may be the last words I ever receive from my father."
Takarad leaned against the bar with his arms crossed. "If you say so."
The letter read:
To my delinquent daughter,
You are the product of your irksome mother, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you decided to cause me trouble at the very moment you were to be the most useful to me. You owe me for feeding and housing your disagreeable personage for all your miserable years, and you will do your duty as my daughter or I will ensure you regret ever having been born, do you understand?
Baron Bronwyn has been gracious enough to take someone as plain and contrarian as you as his wife in exchange for your dowry, and I get access to the land he owns. Bronwyn is under-utilizing the resources he possesses, and needs me to guide him to his fortune. Not only will you be the daughter of the most wealthy baron in the country, but you will also be the wife of the second most wealthy baron in the country. This is a perfect opportunity for you to make up for the deficiencies of your birth, and you've decided to squander it. While I knew you to be a fool, I did not imagine you would be this stupid.
Be useful for once in your godforsaken life and return. If you do not, then you are of no use to me and you might as well be dead. Goodness knows I'd be at ease, were that the case. If you cannot perform your role as a noble child, do both of us a kindness and exit this world of your own accord.
Return with Bronwyn and marry him as I command. Or just die. Either way, you'll no longer be my problem.
Signed,
Baron Corbin Ronnel
By the time you were finished reading, you were sobbing uncontrollably. Takarad yanked the letter out of your hands and read it, scowled blackly, and tore it to shreds, flinging the pieces into the cooking fire.
"God," He said. "I didn't really believe your pa was as bad as you said, but he certainly proved me wrong."
"He's always been like that," You said. "If I wasn't confined to my little room in the attic, I was dragged before him so he could complain loudly at me. That letter is about what I'd expect. Except…" You sniffled. "I didn't expect him to tell me to kill myself. I knew he hated me, but that's a level I couldn't have imagined."
You wept into your hands for a little while as Takarad stood awkwardly nearby, watching.
"Look," He began uncomfortably. "He can't make you do nothing. You're hitched. Him and that Bronwyn prick are shit outta luck. He's just lashin' out at you because he's pissed off you aren't being the good little slave he raised. You're safe right now. Right?"
You nodded. "I understand."
“If you get it, then stop fuckin' cryin'!” He shouted.
You took an instinctive step backward, shrinking and lowering your head. The tone in his voice caused more tears to gather in your eyes. “I'm sorry.”
“No, I… fuck,” He said, and when you looked up again, he was scrubbing his face with his hands. “I didn't mean to snap at ya, s’my fault. Sorry. I just… dunno what to do when women cry. It makes me uneasy.”
“Could you… hug me, maybe?” You suggested boldly, surprising yourself.
“Aye?” He replied, equally surprised. “Would that help?”
“Immensely,” You said. “No one has held me since my mother died. It always made me feel better when I was little. And your fur looks soft. I was curious what it felt like.”
“You won’t feel odd, huggin’ a stranger like me?”
“You’re hardly a stranger,” You reminded him. “I've known you half a year already. And you’re my husband now, right? We’re married. You're the only person I could ask.”
“I s'pose that's so,” He said quietly, contemplative, and knelt down, opening his arms. “If you're sure… C'mere, then.”
You approached him and stepped into his arms, putting yours around his neck and burying your face in the fluff of his mane. His hands went around you cautiously, as though he'd never embraced a woman before, and settled around your back.
“Is this better?” He asked.
“Yes,” You replied. “This feels nice. Thank you.”
“If it helps,” He said, muffled against your hair. “I don’t mean to be like this all the time. The yellin’, I mean. I’m just… a loudmouth and don’t think things through before I open my big yap. I’m not used to comfortin’ folks or bein’... friendly-like."
You chuckled. "I'd never have guessed."
He snorted into your ear. "Bein' an asshole has been enough to fix all my problems in the past, even if it caused the problems in the first place, and I s’pose I don’t know how to stop. Been one all my life and it suited me pretty well. Til’ now, I guess.”
You snickered. “That’s alright. You said sorry. No one’s ever told me they were sorry before. And you can learn how to be nice, you know.”
“I dunno,” He said with a laugh in his voice, or the closest thing to a laugh you’d heard him make. “I’m an old cat now and I don’t know how open I am to learnin’ new shit, but I could try. I don’t think there are too many folks I care all that much about comfortin’, to be frank. Just you, maybe.”
“That’s alright, too,” You told him, cuddling him in tighter. “Granted, I’m not all that familiar with how to do it either, but I know what feels bad. I can teach you not to do those things. If you like, I mean. We are going to be married for a while, after all. At the very least, we could be friends, right? It would make sense if we could actually support and take care of each other, even if it's just an arrangement of convenience.”
“Sounds alright to me,” He said, pulling away a little. “Feelin’ better now?”
“Yes, much. Thank you,” You told him, releasing him.
“S’fine,” He said, and a shadow of a smile creased the sides of his mouth. “What’s a husband for?”
You flushed a little. “If we want to sleep before the breakfast rush, we better get this place cleaned up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Takarad said, standing straight and reaching for the broom. “After you.”
Tidying didn't take much time, and when you were done, you made to go down into the basement and sleep, but he stopped you.
"It's… uh…" He began slowly. "It's the first day of winter and it's gonna be really cold tonight. Maybe you should… come upstairs… and sleep in my room."
You looked at him in shock, briefly at a loss for what to say.
"I won't do nothin' to ya!" He said, holding up his hands hastily. "I promised I wouldn't touch ya, and I meant it. I just thought… well… that cellar gets freezin' in the wintertime. It wouldn't be good for ya to sleep down there when it's real cold 'cause there ain't no hearth or nothing to keep you warm. Like you said… we're married now… so sharin' a room shouldn't be no problem. You can put your bedroll down on the floor or you can sleep in the bed with me, whichever suits you. The bed'll be warmer, but it's your choice."
"I think I'll just put the bedroll down, if that's alright," You said.
"Sure, sure, that's no trouble," He said, scratching his neck. "Be quick-like. I'm tired."
"Alright," You replied, and rushed to bundle up your bedroll and take it upstairs to the only bedroom there was.
Inside was small but comfortable. There was a wide bed, a table with a single chair, and a very small, unlit fireplace that Takarad was fussing with. There were two windows on either side of the room, both with curtains that were due for a wash. The light wood made the room seem bright, even at night. It reminded you a lot of your attic room, the only safe place in your father's house. You smiled.
Takarad lit the fireplace and a warm light filled the room. You lay the bedroll out next to the bed, close to the fireplace but not so close that the fabric would catch fire.
"You only got your coat for cover?" He asked.
"Yes," You replied.
"Ain't you cold?"
"The fire will warm me well enough," You said, laying down. "I've made do with worse."
He frowned and grunted, but said nothing.
"Goodnight, Takarad," You said as you closed your eyes.
"Yeah," He said, getting into the bed. It creaked a little as he settled into it. Within a few moments, he was snoring softly. You smiled and slept.
The next morning, you opened the tavern as normal. The news that the two of you had married must have spread through the town overnight, because a couple of patrons congratulated you and Takarad, inviting Takarad to share a pint with them. Takarad didn't respond, merely grumbled under his breath. You knew him well enough by now to know that he was feeling shy and embarrassed, and you thought it was kind of sweet.
You were pleasantly surprised when a couple of women from town, one older and one younger, came in and gave you some wedding gifts, a whole quilt and some knitting supplies, which you weren't expecting at all. They told you to come and have tea with them sometimes when you had a moment to yourself, and you were taken aback. You hadn't even considered the possibility of having female friends before. You felt yourself blush shyly and you thanked them profusely, and they smiled kindly at you. They introduced themselves as Mary and Tyana, and told you that you were welcome in their homes anytime.
After they left, you turned to put the gifts away and found Takarad watching you, a strange, soft expression on his face. When you caught him staring, he straightened and turned back to the stove, busying himself awkwardly. You grinned and took the gifts upstairs, laying the quilt over the bed and putting the knitting supplies on the table.
That night, you went up to the bedroom and found Takarad looking at the quilt on the bed, frowning.
"Shouldn't you use this?" He asked.
"It looks better on the bed," You said.
"It was for you," He insisted.
"It was for us," You replied. "You should have it. It's already nice enough of you to sacrifice your time to marry me and to let me sleep in your room. You should use it."
"My time ain't as grand as all that," He said with a scowl. "Nor is this room. There's no point in puttin' yourself out like this just 'cause I did one or two nice things for ya."
"I'm not putting myself out," You said. "This is already much better than the cellar, after all."
He shifted uncomfortably. "I… shouldn't've made you sleep down there in the first place. It weren't… appropriate-like."
You laughed. "All I asked for was a dry place to sleep. You gave me that. If not for that, I'd have been sleeping on the doorstep. This is fine."
He growled. "Well… if you insist, I won't keep fightin' ya on it. But… if you get too cold, take the quilt. Or jump up in the bed. I won't mind neither."
"Of course," You said with a smile, laying down in the bedroll. "Goodnight."
"Yeah… 'night," He said, getting into bed.
The next morning, before dawn and before the tavern was due to open, there was a knock on the door. Your heart jumped into your throat and you backed up into the bar, holding a tray tightly against your body. Takarad glanced at you and went to the door, opening it.
"Didn't I tell you not to come back here?" You heard him say.
"I want to talk to you," Someone outside replied. You recognized the voice immediately as Bronwyn. "Man-to-man."
"I don't see a man in front of me," Takarad said evenly. "I see a dog who can't keep his hands to himself."
"I can touch my fiancee however I like," Bronwyn retorted.
"She's not your fiancee," Takarad told him. "She's my wife." He fished something out of his vest pocket and handed it to Bronwyn. You couldn't see what it was from this vantage point, but you assumed it was the license.
There was a pause. "You're lying!" Bronwyn shouted. "You commoner bastard! You can't marry a noblewoman! It's against the law! The crown will invalidate your marriage as soon as they catch wind of it!"
"So?" Takarad said, unbothered. "As far as I'm aware, her pa is the one who'll be at fault if she was to marry outside of the nobility, not me. I ain't got no reason to fear the crown's judgment. And I've already taken her chastity. She's mine. You really gonna try and claim another man's woman?"
"You fucking pig!" Bronwyn exclaimed. "You know what? I don't care if that whore laid with another man. I touched her first, she was already used goods before you put your dirty hands on her. Annul the marriage and let her return with me and I'll reward you handsomely. Enough to buy you a hundred shitty taverns."
"Not interested," Takarad said, folding his arms. "I don't care about your money, or her pa's money. There ain't enough coin in the world that'll replace a good woman. That's not something I'd expect some rich, dandy git like you to understand."
"You'll regret this," Bronwyn said. "I'll make sure of it."
"Sure, whatever you want," Takarad said, slamming the door in Bronwyn's face. He turned to look at you, shivering against the bar with a tear on your cheek, and came close.
"You… uh… you want a hug?" He asked.
You smiled and nodded. He knelt again, like he'd done before, and pulled you against his chest.
"Thank you," You mumbled. "For not taking his offer."
"I ain't go no use for that prissy asshole's money," He said simply. "And I don't wanna look for another barmaid, truth to tell."
You laughed and stepped back. "Thank you all the same."
"Sure," He replied. "Hopefully he got the message and will take it back to your pa. You'll be disowned, if you're lucky."
"Let's hope," You said. "I worry about what Bronwyn will do. He's the type to hold a grudge forever."
"I assumed as much," Takarad said. "I'll deal with it."
You heard through bar gossip that the man in the fancy clothes had left town a few days later. Relieved, you put him out of your thoughts. You assumed he'd be back at some point, but you hoped he'd bring the news of your marriage to your father and he would officially write you out of the family book.
Time passed peacefully.
One night, mid-winter, you woke shivering to find that the fire had gone out. You got up to relight it, only to find the firewood stack empty. The idea of going outside to pull more in made you shudder. You looked over and saw Takarad snoozing calmly in the bed, looking extremely warm. His fur was likely very cozy to sleep against. You stood there in the cold room, debating whether or not to just swallow your pride and ask to sleep in the bed.
"Takarad," You called softly, reaching out to touch him. He snorted awake instantly and his hand shot out, grabbing your hand.
"Shit, girl, I coulda decked you," He said. "What's the problem?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. The fire has gone out," You said.
"Oh," He said, rubbing his eye. "Do you need me to relight it?"
"No," You said. "There's no more firewood. I don't want you to have to go to so much trouble. I was wondering… does the offer to sleep in the bed with you still stand? We won't need to use so much firewood, if that's the case."
He searched your face. "You sure?"
You nodded.
"Well… yeah, if you want…" He said, scooting over in the bed and lifting the covers. "Get in."
The bed linens were blessedly warm and you groaned with delight when you got under the covers.
"Dammit, girl, you're freezin'!" Takarad said, inching away from you. "Stay over there!"
You laughed. "Sorry. Thank you for sharing the bed."
"Yeah, s'fine," He said. "Go to sleep."
You snuggled into the bed, sighed, and slept.
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Orc lover who notices your stress and anxiousness when your shoulders stiffen. He pays closer attention to you, seeing the way your jaw tightens and fists clench. Cautiously, he reaches for you, only to pull his hand back.
You notice, and tears fill your eyes.
Once more, with a softened expression and gentle movements, he reaches for you. You don’t pull away. Instead, you melt into his embrace.
Your orc lover is massive, his body dwarfing yours as he tenderly pulls you against his chest. He’s warm, he’s safe, he cares.
Although he says nothing with words, his actions are enough to bring you comfort. Large green fingers tracing random shapes across your back, tusks tickling the top of your head as he places a kiss here and there, long black hair falling out of his braid to tickle your skin as he squeezes you ever so slightly.
As the tears fall from your eyes, you listen to the steady beating of his heart. He reminds you that it beats for you.
Your orc lover, with a face riddled with scars, has only love to give to you.
He has promised to love you, through sunshine and rain.
Your orc husband was currently making dinner, throwing whatever in a pan. You weren’t really focused on the food. No, your attention was on the flex of his massive dark green arms as he worked on tonight’s meal.
Turning the pan, flex.
Reaching for seasoning, flex.
Stirring the ingredients together, flex.
Using his talented fingers to delicately maneuver around his tasks, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from barking.
You’ve never felt the urge to bark before meeting your green lover. This was weird, but your orc husband always made you feel strange in the best possible ways.
And now, you wanted to bite him.
Were you going feral? Maybe, but who could blame you? Your husband may have had a permanent scowl on his face, but he had the kindest heart. It was difficult in the beginning; trying to understand when he was upset or happy. Over time you grew to recognize that his face may have appeared annoyed, but his eyes showed his true feelings.
You accidentally spilled a drink all over his shirt during your third date. His scowl didn’t change, but his eyes held amusement. You stood there apologizing over and over for your clumsy mistake, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you looked in that very moment.
You baked him cookies on his birthday because he previously mentioned how they were his favorite treat. His scowl still apparent, but eyes softened immediately as his heart skipped a beat.
Your orc knew you were meant to be.
Over the years, his scowl remained, but you began to realize that he was an orc of many emotions. You understood this. You saw the deepest parts of himself that he couldn’t put into words. Now here you are; happily married, and resisting the urge to let the cuteness aggression take over.
….
…
..
On the other hand, he wouldn’t even mind if you were to sink your teeth into his tough flesh. Your orc husband has told you many times that your peculiar habits were cute, biting being one of them.
You didn’t think it was fair though. Your orc had to refrain from doing the same to you in fear of causing you harm. He could do it lightly, but it wasn’t the same.
So, in fairness, you would not bite your other half. Your soulmate. Your one and only.
“You’re hungrier than I thought. Dinner will be done soon” your orc exclaimed as he watched you bite his arm. You hadn’t even realized what you had done. Being so caught up in trying to resist, your body took action.
Once again, you were biting your husband.
A scowl on his face, but adoration in his eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on top of your head.
Lying on your back, you try not to cry over how gentle the moment is. Your orc husband has two fingers inside of you, pleasing you after a terrible day at work.
It wasn’t rough, it wasn’t aggressive, it wasn’t like a beast trying hard to remain in control. This was tender; your orc husband’s mouth against your neck leaving sweet kisses upon your skin, inhaling your scent as two of his massive green fingers rubbed every sensitive part he could reach.
His tusks grazed your skin. Not enough to cause pain, but noticeable enough to remind you that this powerful creature could cause serious harm if he wanted to.
He didn’t want to though. Your orc husband has always been a gentle soul, whether he was participating in the community garden to strengthen the bond he has with your neighbors, or causing your toes to curl as he drew multiple orgasms from your needy body. Your orc husband absolutely adored you, and he would do anything to show you his love and how much he cared.
So, when you got home on were on the verge of a breakdown, he promised to turn your tears of anger into whimpers of pleasure. An orc of his word, he always made sure to fulfill his promises.
“My beauty, cum on my fingers. I want your body to witness how I worship it, praising it with my love and devotion” your orc husband whispered as he left a trail of kisses along your ear.
How could you refuse?
His words and breathy kisses lead you to your release. Sharp gasps fell from your lips as your fingers harshly grabbed the fabric of his shirt, almost tearing it as you refused to unclench your fists. Your orc takes this as a compliment; his actions of love causing you to lose yourself momentarily.
He continues pumping his fingers along your aching walls, letting you ride you the rest of your orgasm with a dazed smile and spaced out look. You didn’t come back to Earth until his fingers were removed.
You start to sit up, ready to return the favor, but a large green hand gently pushes you back into the bed.
“I-It’s your turn” you mumble out as best as you could, the pleasure still having a firm hold within your gut. This made it difficult to form words as your mind still felt scattered, but you knew you wanted to make your orc husband feel just as good as he made you feel.
Taking a good look at your face, your orc had to bite his lip to prevent himself from laughing. Your eyes were half-lidded, hair a mess, sweat coating your skin, chest heaving with every deep breath you took, and multiple hickies ran along your neck. He couldn’t stop thinking about his cute you looked in this very moment, but he wasn’t done fulfilling his promise.
“We’re not done beauty, not until every ounce of anger has left your body” your orc husband exclaimed as he readjusted his body.
You weren’t angry anymore, and he knew that. Your orc just adored knowing he could make you feel this way.
So, with his tusks now spreading your thighs apart as his mouth found your sensitive entrance, you decided you would return the favor after your orc felt like his promise was fulfilled.
The orc across the bar has been eyeing you all night, captivated by the way your smile brightens up the room. Your laugh makes his chest ache with a need, a desire to make you his so he can hear your laughter every chance he gets.
He doesn’t move from his seat, too scared about your possible reaction towards his physique.
You’re the most beautiful soul he’s ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes upon, and this orc is just, well, an orc.
When he looks at himself all he sees is a big, green, brutish monster of a being. Sure, he runs a bakery, the cutest bakery anyone has ever seen. He gives out free samples to those who are indecisive, wanting to ensure everyone is satisfied with their sweet treat. This orc also helps the elderly cross the street, volunteers at his little nephews school when needed, and donates to charities (especially when those sad commercials play, displaying all the animals with heartbroken faces while the narrator asks for any possible donation). He cries during sad movies, not afraid to feel his feelings!
But he’s still an orc, and that’s all he’ll ever be-
“Hey handsome, mind if I join you?” you questioned with a nervous smile. Never one to be so bold to immediately call someone handsome, you couldn’t help yourself. This gorgeous orc had been staring at you dreamily all night. So, why night be a bit courageous? Take a chance, join the orc for a drink, maybe fall in love- who knows what could happen?? The possibilities are endless!
“Uh, oh- yes! I mean- I’d love the company” the orc answers, sitting straighter while plastering the happiest smile across his face.
This night would turn out to be a night of laughter, smiles, and courage.
This night ends with the sweet orc walking you home, where you give his cheek a sweet but quick kiss. After an exchange of numbers, you wish one another a good night, and a promise to text each other the next day.
The orc, although still worrying about coming off as a brutish beast, has a smile on his face and a skip in his step as he plans out the perfect good morning message to text you once the sun rises.
Krolug's cock was buried deep inside of me, his thrusting was rough and animalistic, but his gaze was soft as he maintained eye contact. This was the last step of the courting ritual, then everyone would know that Krolug and I belonged together.
As one hand held my cheek, Krolug's other hand was placed firmly against my hip to hold my body still so his powerful thrusts wouldn’t push me off of the furs I laid upon. Pain met pleasure, lungs craved air when I couldn't decide between continuous moaning or whimpering. My nails scratched against Krolug’s dark green back in an attempt to keep myself grounded and not completely fucked stupid.
As my brows furrowed in slight discomfort, Krolug halted his movements. My breathing ceased as my discomfort turned to confusion.
“My life, am I hurting you? Should we stop?” Krolug questioned as his eyes filled with concern. Lovingly, he ran his fingers along my sweaty face to move away the hair that stuck to my skin. Like always, my gentle beast was putting my needs and comfort over his own wants and desires. The thought only made my insides burn with a growing need for my other half.
“Please, don’t stop! I need you Krolug, claim me!” I pleaded in a whimpering tone. When he continued to hesitate, I attempted to thrust my hips against him. This attempt failed since his massive hand still had a firm hold on my hip, but he understood my eagerness to have him. Without another second wasted, Krolug started his thrusting once more.
The pain was still there, but pleasure was becoming the more prominent feeling as his dark green cock made itself at home within my walls. My aching walls welcomed his twitching cock, every vein being ingrained in my memory as my breathing grew rapid. Krolug’s own breathing turned feral as he began losing himself in the heat of the moment.
Every grunt and growl emitted from deep within his chest only made my release grow closer. From the moment I met Krolug, I knew I wanted to be with him. I wanted to share my life with him; I wanted my body to welcome his own with open arms. So, as I moaned out his name one final time, toes curling and nails sinking deeper into the flesh of his back, I reached my climax.
With how tightly my wells clenched around his throbbing cock, Krolug’s release soon followed my own. My love threw his head back as he let out a mighty roar that would put a lion to shame, both hands now holding my hips — not to keep me in place, but to make sure I was real in this moment of heated passion. Bringing my hands up to cup his cheeks, I made sure to let Krolug know that I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I love you, my life” Krolug whispered after he managed to catch his breath. His hands left my hips, one going back to cup my cheek while the other rested against the furs so he could hold himself up. It was sweet, making sure he wouldn’t crush me as if I didn’t want to feel his body pressed tightly against my own. Clearing my head of those thoughts, I have a tired but satisfied smile.
“I love you, my missing piece” I exclaimed with a tender tone. Our eyes closed as our lips met for an urgent kiss. It wasn’t passionate, it was so much more. A calm, sensual kiss that would leave me breathless for days.
Now everyone would know that I was Krolug’s, and he was mine.
I couldn’t respond. My breath had left my lungs; the world spinning too quickly to focus on the orc standing on the other side of my front door. I couldn’t find the words to respond to his question. He shouldn’t be here- Alerog shouldn’t be here.
Alerog broke my heart, what would we have to talk about? Maybe he decided to come back for seconds, enjoying the sight of my tear-filled eyes as my heart shattered into a million pieces. Maybe he wanted to see if he could hear my heart shattering. Maybe I should slam the door in his face-
“Sure… come on in” I stepped aside, my mouth betraying what I truly wanted to say while my body moved on its own. Hesitantly, Alerog made his way past me. Alerog’s dark green arm brushed against me as he passed. It took all the control I had to not shake from the contact.
Looking over his massive form, it pained me to think how good he looked. I always found him attractive. The way he tied his long black hair into a braid that rested against his back, how his ears and tusks held many piercings, the paleness of his right eye and how it contrasted with the deep brown of his left, the way his large hands clenched and unclenched when he was nervous. Alerog was a dream- well, currently my nightmare.
“You wanted to talk?” I questioned, getting straight to the point as my anxiousness grew. His gaze met my own as Alerog continued to clench and unclench his fists. Once upon a time I found this action to be cute, but now my heart sunk. The happy memories were flooding back; it was awful. It hurt.
Turning my face to the side in an attempt to hide my teary eyes, I patiently waited for the orc before me to reply.
…
…
…
“I miss you”
…
…
…
“So, the door is right there, let me just open it for you” I exclaimed as I outstretched my hand towards the doorknob. Before I could even touch the door, a massive hand grasped my shoulder. Everything stopped as Alerog’s hand rested on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly to get my attention. My eyes slowly met with Alerog’s gaze.
His expression was filled with a variety of emotions; sadness, pain, guilt, regret, and maybe hope? Hope for what? I wasn’t sure.
“Please, I know I hurt you, but let me explain” Alerog exclaimed as he removed his hand from my shoulder. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, so he took this opportunity to continue with an explanation. I already knew the reason why. He knows I know the reason why. Still, I couldn’t speak, so he did.
“My family have always thought of keeping our bloodlines strong, only marrying a spouse who had a strength to match our own. When my parents found out I was dating a human, they thought it was a phase- until I brought up the topic of proposing to you. They were livid! I had never disappointed my family before. I felt like I had to end things with you to make my family proud” Alerog ended his explanation with a heavy sigh. My heart began to race. I knew about his family’s disgust with me, they hid it terribly. I didn’t realize he was going to propose…
“I’m glad you’ve made your family proud. All it took was a broken heart in return. So, please leave before my heart starts remembering every beautiful moment we had together, only to shatter again when the memory of you breaking up with me makes an appearance” it was too late for that though. My thoughts kept repeating that moment over and over again.
“It’s not you, it’s me”
“This is something I have to do”
“I know it hurts know, but you’ll be thankful this ended here instead of down the line”
He said all these things with tears in his eyes. As if Alerog felt the same heartbreak I was feeling. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I grasped the doorknob. Once the door was opened, I gestured for him to leave.
He stood still, his eyes pleading for me to listen to him.
“Please, I made a mistake. I miss you, I love you! You don’t understand the pressure I was under! You don’t understand what it’s like to have a family-“ Alerog immediately halted his statement. His eyes widened, clearly wishing he could take back his words. I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
“Yeah, you’re right, I don’t know what it’s like to have a family. Being in and out of homes and care facilities for the youth since the day I was born is all I know about family structures. I’ve never known the warm embrace from a parent, being reassured after making a mistake, bedtime stories or family gatherings. You’re right, I don’t understand. Maybe that’s a good thing though. I’ve never had someone to disappoint” my tone remained calm as the tears continued to fall. My breathing quickened, but I still gestured for Alerog to leave.
After a moment’s hesitation, Alerog began to leave. He stopped right outside the door, as if expecting me to call him back inside.
The front door shut, a silent click being heard as I locked it.
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Opening my door the next morning to go check the mail, flowers were lying on my doormat. After crying my eyes out the previous night, I couldn’t find the energy to feel anything. Picking up the flowers and inhaling them — a force of habit when being near flowers — I found a card attached to the ribbon that held the bouquet together.
“You’re the only one for me, please allow me to apologize and win back your love” I quietly read to myself. Taking the flowers with me as I checked the mail, I threw them into the trash bin that was filled with junk mail and other unwanted items.
Alerog had no right to get me flowers. I wasn’t his anymore, no matter how much my heart yearned for him. For his laugh to fill my ears, his wide smile to bless my eyes, his uneven tusks to rub against my cheeks as we kissed…
He wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his.
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The next afternoon, a knock interrupted my lunch. With a deep exhale, I made my way to the front door. As I opened it, my brows furrowed in a mixture of irritation and confusion.
“Can I help you?” I asked the woman who stood in front of me. With a warm smile, she placed a beautifully wrapped package in my hands. She wore a uniform from a high end bakery, one that was well known for their aesthetic desserts that not only tasted good, but looked almost too good to eat.
The woman said something before leaving — probably explaining who and why it was sent — but I was too lost in thought to listen. Making my way back to the kitchen, my appetite was gone as I opened the package. My heartbeat quickened as I picked up the note that was left with the gift.
“I regret never taking you here, but I want to make up for it and for everywhere I never took you before. I love you!” I once again mumbled the note out loud, as if I had to hear myself say the words to truly register their meaning. Looking between the note and the gift, I made a decision.
I’ll eat the baked goods, but destroy the beautiful packaging. I wasn’t going to allow some words to sway my thoughts, but I also wasn’t going to turn away the chance to try something I’ve been wanting to try for a while now.
Alerog wasn’t going to know anyways, so might as well.
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A few days passed by normally. Work was boring, hobbies were entertaining, and hanging with friends was a decent distraction- until I told them about Alerog.
They gushed about how sweet he was being, fighting so hard to win back my love. I had hoped for some support, but they only wanted to discuss the topic of forbidden love. It was annoying. It was as if this was some form of entertainment and not my emotions or heartbreak.
My friends wanted to know if I would take Alerog back, but I had no answer. Of course I still loved him, but I wasn’t going to tell them that. Why would I take back someone who didn’t follow their heart? Who allowed the opinions of their family to tear us apart?
Maybe I wasn’t being understanding towards Alerog’s situation. I don’t know what it’s like to have a familial bond, maybe the pressure was too much for him….
Shaking my head, I sighed as I closed my eyes. I was tired and just wanted to be able to breathe without thinking about Alerog.
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I was sitting on my couch watching some movie that looked interesting when a knock caught my attention. It was late, I had already had dinner and was comfy in my pajamas. The thought of answering the door this late was exhausting, but my curiosity pushed my to look through the peephole.
There stood Alerog. Again.
I could just leave him standing out there, pretend I’m not home. Pretend I’m asleep. He wouldn’t know-
“I can hear you leaning against the door, please open up and hear me out” Alerog pleaded as he ran a hand through his hair.
Dammit, of course he would hear me press against the door. My apartment was old, the wood wasn’t as sturdy as it once was. It would be easy for someone to break in, but the rent was so cheap. Maybe my priorities for my safety weren’t in order, but I had enough faith in the security that patrolled the area.
With a deep inhale, I went against my better judgment and opened the door.
“What now?” I questioned as agitation laced my tone. Alerog held out his hands towards me, offering me another gift in silence. It was stuffed animal. Not just any stuffed animal, but one that resembled my favorite stuffed animal from childhood that had gotten lost due to the constant moving from homes and shelters.
Without thinking, I immediately grabbed the gift from Alerog’s hands.
“Where did you get this? I’ve looked everywhere, but I could never find it” my eyes never left the gift as my fingers trailed along the soft fur. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes as I took in Alerog’s expression. Sadness was still apparent on his features, but he seemed more hopeful now than the last time I saw him.
“It took me a while, but managed to find it online. I wanted to find it before contacting you again, but I couldn’t find it, and I missed you too much to stay away much longer. Once I managed to find it and get it I knew I had to come over and give it to you” Alerog explained as he clenched and unclenched his hands.
Without thinking, eyes locking onto the gift, I moved out of the way and gestured for Alerog to enter my apartment. He wasn’t as hesitant as last time, quickly taking his chance to enter my home before I could realize what I had done.
Once I closed the door, the reality of the situation hit me. Yet again, Alerog was here, in my apartment, right in front of me. Before he could open his mouth, decided to speak my mind.
“I love you, Alerog, but you hurt me. I want to forget about the pain and heartbreak so I can forgive you, so I can let you hold me like you use to. I can’t just forgive you” I exclaimed with a shaky breath. Alerog didn’t seem hurt; nodding his head as if he was letting the words sink in.
“I don’t expect forgiveness, but I am sorry. I can only hope that you will eventually forgive me over time. Until then, I will spend every day correcting my mistake. Leaving you, never proposing to you, was the greatest mistake I’ve ever made” Alerog stated as he shuffled closer towards me. He wasn’t so close that I could feel his body heat. I kept my breathing under control this time, not allowing my body language to give away my thoughts.
“What about your family? I know they didn’t just change their minds” I questioned as I held onto the stuffed animal a little tighter. Although I wanted to know the answer, I was afraid to hear what he had to say.
“I told them that you were the strongest person I knew, and that if they didn’t accept my love for you they would have to disown me, or allow me to love who I wanted and keep their thoughts to themselves. They realized how serious I was, so they decided to stop speaking about their opinions out loud” Alerog replied with a small smile.
I was shocked, but it was a pleasant feeling. Alerog never stood up to his family, he never wanted to disappoint them, but he did stand up to them. He spoke from his heart. Alerog let them know that he still loves me, and they couldn’t change that.
“I’m proud of you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you. It’ll take a while to rebuild my trust, to rebuild what we use to have. Even then, it won’t be the same” I stated as I kept my eyes locked onto Alerog’s gaze. He seemed happy with my answer as a wide smile made itself known on his face.
“I understand, but I’m not giving up on us. I’m not making that mistake again. I know that we were meant to be together, and I won’t let anyone tell me how or who to love” Alerog whispered as he reached out to cup my cheek in his massive hand. He stopped himself though, not wanting to cross a bridge that wasn’t built yet. It would take time, but it seemed like Alerog understood and accepted it.
“A new diner opened up around the corner. I was thinking of going there for breakfast tomorrow… do you want to meet me there?” I asked with as much courage as I could muster. Alerog seemed taken aback by my question, but his smile remained as he eagerly nodded.
“Yeah! I mean- yeah, I’d love to” Alerog responded as he bit his lower lip, an action he’d do to contain his excitement.
I wasn’t sure how this would turn out, but for the first time in a long time, I was excited to give love a chance. My heart still hurt, but it also felt something it hadn’t for a while; hope, hope for a true relationship and for love to blossom once more.
