A new assignment sends you out onto a legendary ship with a captain whose heroics are like mythological stories. But fact can be stranger than fiction.
Female Main Character (cis) x Male Monster (nonbinary masculine)
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Marull was a legend when I was a young cadet. During my training he had just completed a mission, saving his whole crew and the Saint Dawn civilian port from an attack by the Criqruids. He was everywhere at that time. Everyone and anyone would talk about Marull and the work he was doing. I heard whispers from the other cadets, huddled together in the mess hall as they spoke of Marull like he was the deity of the training fields. They talked about his fast track to being made a Captain from a lieutenant commander, something almost unheard of. We all watched as he was given command over his own ship, and everyone whispered about how they wished they could be one of his crew once they graduated.
While my friends spoke of such hope, I reminded myself to stay grounded. Not that I didn’t want to work under Marull as well. I knew I had to stick to reality and save myself the disappointment.
That was years ago and I had just received my promotion, making me a commander. I was being transferred, but at first I didn’t know where I would be going. Upon hearing I would be going to the SS Angelica I felt like that young cadet again.
“This must be some sort of joke.” I said with uncertainty. I looked over my transfer script on the tablet, then back at my commanding officer. “You guys are pulling my chain right?”
She shook her head. “No, Commander Cove, the SS Angelica is going to be your home from here on out. Captain Marull requested you personally.”
“This is a joke,” I blurted.
She cocked her eyebrow at me. “Commander?”
I stopped myself, realizing my outburst and I stiffened my shoulders. “I would doubt someone of Captain Marull’s status would have ever heard of me.”
“He has heard of you and your work. He stated he needed someone with your credentials to help keep the rest of his crew in line.”
This was news. “In line? But isn’t the Angelica a-” I was cut off as he communicator rang. She was called away, and I was left to overthink and wander my mind too far. Marull and the SS Angelica were legends! What could I possibly add to their stellar history? I kept my head down, followed rules, and did what I thought was best. Surely there were better soldiers, leaders, even musicians who deserved this honor more than I.
I was taken to the SS Angelica, arriving when things seemed quiet. I took my first steps onto the famous ship and realized something that hadn’t been shown. The SS Angelica was ancient. It was an extremely old model of ship, and as I was led down the halls I couldn’t help but notice it looked more like a transport vessel than a starship.
“I’ll take them from here.” The deep voice’s cadence sent tingles down my spine. My skin flared with excited goosebumps and I steadied myself for who was approaching.
“Commander Cove, I’ve been expecting you.” The eight foot tall Vrell who stood before me had not left my mind since I was a cadet. He was every bit as impressive to stand before as I had imagined in my dreams.
My throat instantly went dry. Two of his arms were folded behind his back, one was at his side, the other was held out towards me.
“Captain Marull,” I was breathless. Hell, I even felt faint! “It’s an honor sir!” My excitement was electricity in my veins as I took his hand into mine. His three, long fingers curled around my palm and through our gloves he felt so warm.
Marull’s six eyes widened slightly, showing off their opal-like glow. “You’re doing me a favor by being here.” He sounded almost guilty. “Come along, I’ll show you to your quarters, then perhaps we can have a talk one on one.” He pulled his hand back and between his glove and the sleeve of his uniform I could see the satin shin of his skin ad the faint glow of his veins underneath.
“Yes, sir,” I was just as breathless as before. I followed alongside him, hoping to keep up with the stride of his long, elegant legs. The way his feet were shaped it almost looked like he was wearing high heeled boots, and I tried to squash the images that my mind concocted.
“The quarters here are not much,” Marull explained.
“I’m fine with that,” I replied.
Marull glanced down at you. His eyes were radiant, like glowing pearls in the socket. His eyes were placed like human eyes, only there was another behind them, and a smaller one on top, granting the Vrell six. The rim of his eyes was a dull blue, fading into royal blue at the corners where they were more fleshy. Along his cheek bone and down his mandibles there was a glowing vein. It faded between muscle and bone before going down his neck and being hidden under his uniform.
He looked forward again, moving all four arms to his side. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that the Angelica is not the grand dame of starships.”
I didn’t want to say anything to offend him. “I wasn’t sure what to expect, sir.”
Marull sighed. “The SS Angelica is not in her prime. That is why I was given command of it.”
I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?”
Marull stopped and pointed to a door. “We are here at your quarters, Commander Cove. Your things were delivered yesterday, so your trunks are inside. You have your own bathroom, but if you wish to use the amenities onboard, you may use the bathroom suit on the third deck.”
I used my keycard to open my door and walked in. That room, more than anywhere else, showed Angelica's age. The walls were a sort of baby pink married with a bad salmon. The floor was carpeted, something I had not seen since I left my childhood home.
“You look surprised.” Marull turned to face you.
You stalled as you tried to think of something to say. Looking up at Marull, his strong features, penetrating eyes, you knew you owed him the truth. “This color is hideous, sir,” you said quietly.
Marull chuckled, raising a hand and clasping it around his mandibles. “I know, Commander Cove. I am well aware of the…distressing hue. I suggest filling your walls with personal items. Pictures. Art work. A note board perhaps.”
I stepped into my room and saw there was a card on the bed. “I must confess, I was not expecting the Angelica to be-” I stopped myself from saying something that could be taken offensively.
“The Angelica has seen better days. And while it is outdated, it is still useful and able to serve.” He then sighed heavily, his massive shoulders slouching. “But I have secret hopes they will retire her soon.”
I looked down then back up into his eyes. “I will help you take care of her until then, sir.”
Marull smiled and his eyes took on a soft glow. “That is why I requested you, Commander Cove. I need someone like you here.”
My heart had never thrummed so fast. “That is what surprised me more than anything, sir. I only just became a commander. And to be honest there is nothing too remarkable about my record-”
Marull held up his hand to stop me. “To you it may not be impressive. But to me, I can tell you are exactly what I need.”
Ever since that moment, I dedicated myself to serving Marull as best I could. And as I learned about the Angelica and her crew, I realized there was something deeply amiss. While the crew did their work and served Marull well, they were also rowdy and wild. Most of them had marks on their records for bad behavior or subordination in some form. They’d been sent to Marull and the Angelica as a form of punishment by their superiors.
Not only that, but Marull’s former glory and heroics had stagnated because of his placement. Sure, the military upheld him as a hero to their cause, but because he was Vrell they kept him at arm's length. This only steeled my resolve in serving Marull and the Angelica. Because even if this was a punishment, the Angelica worked like a family, and even the roughest member served Marull proudly.
“Good morning, Cove,” Marull greeted me as I came into the helm. It was quiet and empty and he was standing before the wide window with a set of arms behind his back.
My heart leapt and I felt slightly weak in his presence. “Good morning, Captain.” I stood beside him, watching the space around us.
“It’s quiet this morning,” Marull murmured.
“The crew were celebrating last night, so they’re a bit slow to get up this morning,” I reported.
Marull sighed heavily, his posture slouching. “What was it this time?”
I looked up ahim in surprise. “I figured you would have known, sir. Creedence and Manheim got engaged.”
Marull turned and looked down at me, his arms going to his side. The tendrils at the top of his head slicked back then stood straight up. “I didn’t realize Manheim would be doing it so soon though.”
“I think he got tipsy and couldn’t hold it in.” I smiled up at him. “You can congratulate them later. I’m sure they’ll come and talk to you.”
He took a step forward, leaning on the railing as he gazed further out into space. He sighed, sounded sad. “I envy them, Commander.”
I watched him, unsure if I should move closer or not. “Sir?”
“Being able to be so free with their affection. Unable to contain it under even the smallest of influence.” He bowed his head down low. “If I weren’t so afraid-”
The sound of his voice moved me and I stepped closer to him. I placed my hand upon his back and felt his body tense at the touch. I had admired him from a distance for so long when I was younger. We had become friends now. We were confidants and I never considered anyone closer. If it weren’t for these damn feelings.
“Cove,” he said with a weakness I had never heard before.
I wanted to wrap my arms around him, holding him fast as I held my face against his back so he couldn’t see how red I would turn. I was close to it, moving faster towards his body.
But the door opened.
“Good morning!” The cheery voice of Ensign Habit sang.
We both stood erect, putting distance between us as she awkwardly greeted her. We fumbled and stumbled over our words, which luckily, Habit didn’t pick up on.
Marull looked at me then turned away, heading towards his captain’s seat. I exhaled heavily with my heart lodged in my throat. I had been that close to confessing to him and giving myself away.
That evening I had extra time off since most of the crew didn’t get up to do their duties until later. Everyone else was still working, and I was taking time to myself in my quarters. I was trying to read, but my mind kept wandering to what almost happened that morning.
If we hadn't been interrupted, what would I have done? Would I have confessed and held him in my arms? I for certain would have made a fool of myself. But, what would be happening now? What if he had accepted?
“You need to stop, Cove,” you grumbled to yourself. “Get it together and just stop. You have a hard enough time as it is.” I attempted to read again, but instead I pictured Marull with me, laying beside me. In this fantasy he was kissing me.
I covered my face in the book and whined loudly.
“Cove, I need you,” Marull’s voice whispered into my ear.
I swallowed and tried to breathe. “Stop it,” I warned myself.
“I need you,” Marull whispered again. His voice was so close, so desperate. I could feel his warm hands upon me. “Cove, I want you.”
I sat up and pinched my cheeks really hard. “Stop it brain!”
There was a knock on my door. “Cove, may I come in?” It was Marull.
“Sir!” I jumped up from bed. “Yes, it’s fine.”
Marull opened the door, bending down as he stepped inside. “I’m glad you’re still awake. I hope I’m not imposing.”
I needed to wipe my mind clean of everything I had just imagined. “Of course not. I’m happy for the visit.” I set my book aside. “I was just catching up on reading. What brings you here?”
Marull’s eyes looked down at me and I could feel them trailing over me. I felt exposed, and I placed my arm against my bare chest.
“Let me find a shirt, Captain,” I chuckled.
“No, it’s alright.” Marull stepped further into the room. “I came to talk.”
I motioned to a chair. “Have a seat then. Would you like anything to drink?”
Marull shook his head. “No. I’m fine.” He took the seat and the tendrils on the back of his head went flat then down. “This is something I have been meaning to talk to you about for a long time. I just haven’t found the right way to say it.”
I sat on the edge of my bed. “Is something wrong?”
He was quiet, glancing away. His eyes focused on a noteboard I had hanging on the wall. It was filled with pictures and mementos from my time onboard the SS Angelica.
“This morning I came very close to letting it out, but that would have been horribly unprofessional of me. It probably still is now-” He sat up but kept his head down. “We’ve worked together for a long time now, Cove. I consider you my right hand, my friend. But I fear along the way, there is a line that I have crossed.”
My heart was beating so fast I thought he could hear it. “If there is something wrong, please tell me. You’re my friend too and I would do anything for you.”
A strained whimper came from his throat. Every hair on my body stood on end as I saw the white tears flow from his eyes.
“Marull-” My voice choked back in my throat.
“Please stay still, Cove” he whispered. “Please keep quiet.” The tears flowed down his face, leaving a white cast along his dark skin. “I already feel guilty enough. I have tried so hard, but I can’t keep going like this. As your captain it is unthinkable, but as a living creature I cannot control these things no matter how badly I want to!”
It hurt to watch the man I loved struggling like that. I wanted to hold him, to comfort him, but I had to respect his orders.
Marull took a deep breath. “I cannot imagine a day going by without you. But there may be no choice, Cove.”
“Sir?”
A soft smile appeared on his face. “I am about to break every rule I gave to myself. I am about to shame my position as your captain. But I cannot hold it within me anymore, Cove. Even if it changes how you see me, I have to say it.” He raised his gaze and the tendrils lifted very slightly.
“Never in all my days have I come across someone who has captivated me like you. From the moment I first met you I was drawn in. Every word we spoke since, every quiet moment we shared, every second I spent with you, I did nothing but fall for you.”
I couldn’t breathe.
The tears flowed fresh down his face. “Commander Cove, I adore you more than you could possibly know.”
“I know.” My face twitched and tears came into my eyes. “I know because I feel it too, Captain.” I broke into a smile and a freeing laugh came out. “I feel the same way!”
His expression went blank and he stared at me.
“Right before you came in…this morning even-” I hiccuped. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.”
Marull sat stiffly in his chair. “I wasn’t prepared for this. I was ready for the worst. But this-”
I stood and went to him, placing my hands upon his face. We gazed at one another silently before succumbing to our desire. Vrell showed affection with their tongues, and Marull’s lapped all over my face and neck. All four hands held onto me. I kissed his face and neck, burying myself there as I held him close.
We grew still in that embrace and fear crept over us again.
“I should be happy,” Marull murmured. “But I know this is wrong.”
I breathed against his neck. I tried to find the right words to say but nothing came to my head.
“All I want is you.” His arms tightened around me. “And that makes me forget how troubling this could be.”
“Then come to bed with me. Just for tonight.” I raised my head from his neck. “Let's forget what we are, and let's pretend we are lovers.”
Marull whimpered. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
I kissed his cheek and mouth, rising from his lap. “For far too long, Marull.”
He stood and nodded. “So have I.”
I was beginning to feel anxious, but I had to shred that away if I wanted Marull. I strengthened my resolve and grabbed at his clothes.
“Take these off.”
Marull stiffened. “When did you become this forceful?”
“Just now.” It felt almost fun. “Take them off for me.”
Marull’s blue tongue licked across his mouth, going back against his mandibles. He stripped off his clothes, his eyes going to me for approval as he did. I smiled, watching his body become exposed to me.
I had seen Marull undressed only a handful of times. Each time it had fuled my fantasies for longer than I cared to admit. His body was strong and well honed, dark flesh illuminated with glowing, opal veins. His long legs were sculpted and shapely, as were his rear and back.
“Lay down for me,” I commanded softly. “Let me see you better.”
“Cove,” his voice warbled as he laid down.
“Do you like this?” I asked, sitting down beside him.
Marull’s eyes darted before he looked back at me. “In a strange way, I do.”
“You’re so used to giving out the orders, you need a break every so often.” I placed my hand upon his chest and stroked down. His body was so warm and his skins as remarkably soft.
“Cove,” he whimpered. “Your hands-”
“Shh. Be quiet.” I continued stroking him, moving my hand slowly around his body. “You’re so beautiful.”
Marull’s breath shuddered, making me tingle all over. He closed his eyes and his tongue hung slightly from his lips.
“I’ve always wanted to call you beautiful. To tell you how lovely you are, how handsome.” I leaned over, kissing his chest. “Now I get to tell you all night.” I trailed my kisses down, feeling his body twitch and vibrate. He was growing warmer and warmer, and his voice was straining to come out.
Vrell had no set gender like what I was used to as a human. Marull had told me once he decided to present masculine after going through training. He also told you that, in terms I could understand, that Vrell and humans could accommodate each other very well.
“Cove,” Marull whimpered.
“Yes?” I lifted my head and looked up at him.
“I want you to…I want you-” he was trembling, eager but nervous for what lay ahead for us.
I smiled, lifting back up to kiss his cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll try my hardest to please you.” I trailed my fingers down his stomach. “You said Vrell and humans would fit well together.”
There was a slit between his legs. It was lined with small, dewy flaps that when touched began to swell and grow. They started black, burning deep blue as they swelled. I rubbed my fingers along them, feeling them plump and open the slit. Marull’s back arched off the bed and he cupped a hand around his mouth.
The folds around the top were growing upward, forming a triangle before they started to wrap together.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured.
“Don’t-” Marull’s whined.
I licked my fingers and returned them to Marull, slowly pressing at the entrance. “But you are. You’re stunning.” My fingers slipped inside and Marull shuddered all over.
His legs splayed and his torso twisted. Inside he felt melt like he was melted, heat and all. I moaned as I went deeper. He started gripping around my fingers, suckling them from within.
“What a gift,” I purred.
“Cove! This is all I ever wanted-” Marull sounded near tears.
I leaned in closer, seeing that the fused together flaps were twitching. They had melded into a shift that was long and quite plump. As my fingers sank inside him, I placed my tongue upon this shaft. Marull cried out loudly, so I continued. I licked him hungrily, going up and down while his cries came out honestly.
“Do you like it?” I rubbed my cheek against him. “Do you want more?”
“Please?” He sputtered. “But I don’t know if I can take it.”
I smirked, knowing exactly what I wanted from him. I lowered my mouth down around him, taking him to the back of my throat. Marull was shivering, his legs twitching. I added a third finger inside him and he clamped around me.
“Cove! My Cove!” Marull cried out.
He grew so hot he felt like fresh coffee on my tongue. The shaft began oozing, it dribbled down my throat and along my tongue thick and sticky. The same viscous fluid began pouring from within. It was pearly white just like his tears, only thicker.
I dribbled down my chin as I tried to swallow. I watched him quietly for a moment until Marull’s body sank into the bed. My eyes gleamed as I had fulfilled not only my desire, but his as well.
“Are you okay?”
Marull sighed. “Yes. Oh yes.”
I laid beside him, holding him to my chest. “I’m glad. You were amazing.”
“What about you, Cove?” he whispered.
I shook my head. “Just relax. I want to enjoy this.”
We agreed it would be best to try and keep that night an isolated incident. But the next day we found it was impossible. We snuck away to Marull’s quarters where he used his tongue to thank me for the previous night.
I held his tendrils in my hands, letting them coil around my fingers as I pushed myself into his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet as he slurpped me. He enjoyed when I took control away from him, just like last night.
“You’re so good,” I panted. “You look so pretty like this.”
His eyes peered up at me and I nearly lost it.
“Deeper,” I moaned. “Yes, deeper. Like that.” I pushed his head down further, feeling his tight throat wrap around me. Marull moaned, sending waves of pleasure through my pelvis and up my back.
“You like that, huh?” I chuckled. “Mmm, good boy. Taking such good care of me.” I bounced my hips, rubbing myself in his throat. “You feel so good, baby.”
Marull moaned again.
“Oh?” I smiled. “Did I find something else you like?” I pet the top of his head. “Can I come for you…baby?”
Marull bobbed his head, moaning and slurping. I gripped tighter to the top of his head, booking my hips. He was growing warmer and warmer, spreading that heat into me. I was so overcome I couldn’t stop myself. I threw my head back, accidentally hitting it hard against the wall. I didn’t feel it though as my orgasam took over everything.
Marull fell back, his tongue hanging from his mouth.
I slid down against the wall, breathing hard then clutching the back of my head. “That was almost too good.”
“Yes, it was.” Marill wiped his mouth. “I’ve never…felt that way before.” he watched me then tilted his head forward. “Are you alright?”
I chuckled. “Kind of threw my head against the wall. You made me come so hard, baby.”
Marull shivered, coming in close and licking my lips. “I’m sorry.” He placed his hand around the back of my head.
“Don’t be.” I gazed lovingly into his face. “You were incredible. I’d happily get a concussion for that.”
“This is growing dangerous.” He laid his head upon my chest. “This has to be it.”
But it wasn’t. We stole as much intimacy as we could. Stealing kisses when people weren’t around. Taking the cover of night as our safe haven. We couldn’t help ourselves, our desire and pull to one another was far too strong. Now that it was free, we couldn’t put it away.
“I love you,” I whispered to Marull one night.
He sighed, stroking his hand down my chest. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not?” I chuckled.
“Because we can’t keep it.”
I clicked my tongue and frowned. “It’s ours, they can’t take it from us.” I cupped my hand around his face. “I love you. More and more everyday. Now say it.”
“Cove I-”
I was close to tears. “Say it!”
Marull went quiet. His hand on my chest pressed over my heart. “You are my most beloved. And even if we are pulled apart, I will never stop loving you.”
I pulled him into my arms. “I won’t let them, baby.”
One day, while we were getting lunch in the mess hall, some of the crew gathered around our table. This wasn’t unusual. Marull was popular and loved by the crew, they always tried to get personal time in when they could. But today felt off. Something in the air felt heavy as most of them sat at the table with us. They sat quietly, an even rare thing. The mess hall was usually loud and unruly. But something felt somber.
“What the hell is going on?” Manheim asked.
Marull sat up in his seat. “We’re having lunch. I don’t know what you’re doing, Manheim.”
“Sirs,” Habit’s chipper voice came out harsh. “We have something we need to say!”
Marull laid down his fork. “It’s a mutiny isn’t it?”
“A joke, sir?” I hissed at him.
“Far from!” Credence barked. She slammed her fist down onto the table. “This ship was supposed to be a punishment for all of us. They mocked us and threw us here, expecting us to tear each other apart. But especially you, Captain.”
Marull nodded. “I’m glad you all picked up on that.”
“The point is that you didn’t treat us like a punishment,” Creedence continued, her voice going softer. “You should have given up on us. Or seen us as the rest of the high ups saw us. Instead you took care of us, protected us. Which pisses us off that you won’t let us do the same for you!”
My heart had been in my throat this entire time, but now it was pounding on my tongue. I looked to Marull who had a rather stunned expression.
“We’ve been taking bets on you and Cove here since he first showed up,” Manheim laughed.
“I won!” Habit said cheerfully. The rest of the crew moaned and booed at her.
Manheim reached out, slapping Marull’s back. “You don’t need to hide around us. I think we’d prefer it anyways, you two are being a bit too much.”
Agreement rumbled through the crowd.
“You knew?” Marull asked.
“Before you did,” Habit giggled.
He rubbed his jaw, taken aback by shock. “And you…you don’t care?”
“We care, sir,” Manheim said. “We want you to be happy. We aren’t going to let anything happen to you and Cove.”
Marull looked up at me, both of us stunned.
“Just be yourselves, okay?” Credence said, putting her arm around me. “This is our home, our family. You have nothing to hide.”
“And if anyone comes asking, we’re not going to tell them shit!” Manheim roared, causing the rest of the crew to erupt.
From there on, it was a celebration for the rest of the crew. But fro Marull and me we still had to let it sink in.
That evening, I went to the helm to check on something and found Marull sitting alone. I stood below his chair and waved up at him.
“I thought you were done for the day,” Marull said.
“Not quite.” I went up the stairs towards him. “What are you doing here?”
Marull sighed. “Thinking.”
I smiled to myself. “About?”
“The crew,” he muttered. “I’m not sure what to do.”
I stepped close to him. “Baby, look at me.”
Marull’s eyes closed and his harsh expression became docile. “Please. Don’t call me that here.”
I pet the top of his head, smoothing my fingers along his tendrils. “Look at me.”
His eyes opened and looked up towards me. He placed his hand upon my lower back as I smiled at him.
“What do you want to do?” I asked.
Marull sighed. “I want to be with you.”
I bent down, kissing him and opening my lips for his tongue. He pulled hi head away after a moment, licking his tongue along his mouth.
“Baby,” I whispered again.
“Cove,” he growled warningly.
I nuzzled up to his cheek, kissing and giggling. “I’m taking you to bed, laying you down, and I am going to make love to you for as long as you can stand me.”
Marull shivered. “Stop it.”
I moaned against his cheek. “You look so cute when you’re turned on.”
“Cove!” He huffed.
“Get up now,” I breathed. “Take me to your quarters.”
Marull stood up, grabbing my hand. “Here on the helm I am the captain, not you. You don’t get to order me around.” His grip tightened as he made me follow alongside him.
“So sorry, sir. I won’t happen again,” I said with a smirk on my face.
As he led me from the helm and into the hall, he glanced back at me. “See that it doesn’t. I do have to maintain some sense of decorum here, commander.”
I walked up to his side, keeping his hand in mine. Crew members passed by us, barely paying any attention to what we were doing.
“So, where are we going?” I asked him.
“To my quarters,” he answered with a stern tone.
I bit my lip and Marull nudged me. “Yes, sir,” I responded.
A tattoo parlor and a couple of rivals. What could go wrong?
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
A few months ago you got a job at the Sourpuss Studios, a tattoo parlor. Your old boss knows the owner, and lucky for you, you know one of the artists there. Dolly and you became friends online because you admired each other’s work. Working with her is amazing, and since moving, you’ve become close with her and her boyfriend Lon, who models a lot of Dolly’s work online.
Everything is fantastic about this job, except for one thing - you often work with Royal, another tattooist in the shop, an orc who brags almost nonstop about his previous job. Royal boasts about how he used to work for Millicent Chaney, a tattooist to the stars down in New Orleans. He brags about people he used to work with, all the amazing things he got to do and see while working for Millicent. It gets under your skin quite a bit. You feel that the work itself should do the talking.
Royal has made his feelings about you known as well. Since you had been hired without an interview or your work being seen, he’s skeptical of your ability. Especially since you promote your social media so much. You sent your portfolio to your new boss right away, and even Dolly spoke up for your skills. It seems hypocritical that Royal would talk down about your Instagram account, when all he does is brag about tattooing some celebrity’s ass.
“I may not have worked with any celebrities, but I’ve won some awards for my work,” you tell him one day.
Royal chuckles. “Look, just ask and I can get you an autograph anytime.”
I am so excited to finally bring this work to you all. It’s probably one of my favorites I’ve written, and I am just chomping at the bit to hear what you all think!
Female Reader(cis) x Nonbinary Monster
The summons came at a late hour, and work usually didn’t contact me until the morning on weekdays. Never after six, certainly never on weekends. This was strange, considering how consistent they had been. This job was strange, to say the least, but at least my employers were professional.
It had been storming the last few days. The winds had been strong, and the rain came and went in spurts of heavy showers. Tonight it was drizzling, just enough to lower visibility outside. I had rarely been to the main building of the company I worked for, and it was remote; a huge industrial building miraculously nestled and protected amidst pine trees and rocky terrain.
“Sorry to call you in so late.” I was instantly greeted at the door by Dr. Yora, who said she had sought me out specifically for hiring.
“You sounded urgent on the phone,” I said as I removed my raincoat. “What’s going on?” I was still confused and hoping for answers. I was hired as a linguistics specialist, and I worked from home. I was never called in except for the occasional meeting.
Dr. Yora was a tall woman, and that was as much as I knew about her. “Follow me. It’s not safe to talk here.”
I am so excited to finally bring this work to you all. It’s probably one of my favorites I’ve written, and I am just chomping at the bit to hear what you all think!
Female Reader(cis) x Nonbinary Monster
The summons came at a late hour, and work usually didn’t contact me until the morning on weekdays. Never after six, certainly never on weekends. This was strange, considering how consistent they had been. This job was strange, to say the least, but at least my employers were professional.
It had been storming the last few days. The winds had been strong, and the rain came and went in spurts of heavy showers. Tonight it was drizzling, just enough to lower visibility outside. I had rarely been to the main building of the company I worked for, and it was remote; a huge industrial building miraculously nestled and protected amidst pine trees and rocky terrain.
“Sorry to call you in so late.” I was instantly greeted at the door by Dr. Yora, who said she had sought me out specifically for hiring.
“You sounded urgent on the phone,” I said as I removed my raincoat. “What’s going on?” I was still confused and hoping for answers. I was hired as a linguistics specialist, and I worked from home. I was never called in except for the occasional meeting.
Dr. Yora was a tall woman, and that was as much as I knew about her. “Follow me. It’s not safe to talk here.”
terrifying monster: *standing at full height, glaring with narrowed eyes, tongue flicking over his fangs as a thunderous growl fills the air, claws spread wide and basically about to attack*
Found family and anger come together in this story. When a storm washes ups two orphaned merfolk, a young woman has a decision to make.
Female Main Character x Male Monster (both cis)
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The strange cries came from the shore after a horrible storm. I had thought it might have been the gulls celebrating a wonderful feast, but the more I listened, the stranger the sounds became. Despite the persistent rain, I traversed down the rocky path towards the strange sounds.
It was as cold as hell and my whole body seemed prepared to be dashed upon the rocks, what with the sea being as choppy as it was . I climbed down the narrow path, managing somehow to keep the lantern in my hand. I was used to being wet, but something about this weather had me worried.
I finally lowered myself down onto the beach which was covered in large chunks of coral and debris from the reef forest. The cries were closer than ever and, as I raised my lantern, I noticed a mass caught against the dock.
The old dock had seen better days, and lately all it had seen were storms upon storms and the planks were beginning to show signs of rot. Halfway down was where the cries came from, louder than sirens, and much more unearthly than the sound of harpies. I knelt over the dock, grasping hold of what looked like netting tangled with coral and massive amounts of seaweed. Once I had this bizarre package on the dock, I used my knife to open it up to the shrieking from within.
There were two, small wriggling shapes within. They thrashed and screamed in terror, unable to move much beyond that. My breath was taken away and, as rain pelted me and froze my body, I noticed neither. I reached out to one of the small things; it had hands and feet, and shimmered like the ocean waters on a sunny day. They screamed and hissed at my touch while the other began to calm, maybe even fall asleep.
They were babies.
I used the netting to create a sling so I could carry them upon my back. I somehow managed to climb the rocky slope back to the lighthouse with them in tow. Once inside I could inspect them properly and make sure they were taken care of.
I had heard tales of sea monsters that used the reef forest for protection against the many fishing vessels that permeated the waters these days. In all my time at the lighthouse I had never seen proof of those stories until now. The two tiny creatures that wriggled before me appeared amphibious, as they were able to breathe without water. They were also injured and bleeding, and possibly starving. I worked through the night to keep them alive. I managed to find something they would eat, which was mashed fish. And by dawn they had fallen into a peaceful slumber.
The best I could figure was that they were carried away by the storm. Judging from all the coral I saw washed up on shore, they never stood a chance. They were possibly ripped away from their family with no hope of survival. They were so small and looked like soft little jewels.
They looked very similar, but one was more blue while the other was tinged more purple. They had white-pink bellies, which went down the backs of their arms and legs to the soles of their feet and the palms of their hands which were also webbed. They had signs of fins emerging, but they must have been very young, possibly even newborns.
All I could do was watch them. I was in an overwhelmed state, and it was all I could do to keep from breaking down. I sat there, gazing, awe inspired by what the reef forest gave me. I had lost my children when they were young, and now these two souls washed upon the shore.
I had come to this lighthouse out of desperation in an attempt to escape my grief. I was far from home and placed in a world I didn’t belong. I tended to the lighthouse to keep ships away from the dangerous reef forest where no soul outside the waters could survive.
One of the babies began to stir, fussing and grabbing at the bandage around their arm. I picked them up from the crib and they started squawking and thrashing their arms. I cooed to them, gently rocked them. As I sang to them, and the little one began to calm.
I tried to keep my breathing even, but I was near panic at every second. I sat down with the tiny sea creature in my arms, only able to subdue my trembling by rocking the little one to sleep. I leaned back and tears trailed down my face. What was I to do? Could I dare to believe this was a blessing? No, I was never blessed.
Once the rains had subsided I took the two little ones back down to the beach. I thought that their family would be looking for them, so I placed them near the shore and I went back further towards the craggy wall. They splashed around in the water and rolled about in the wet sand. They were too small to walk and they seemed afraid to go too deep into the water. The little blue one looked up at me from their belly and started crawling my way.
“No, no!” I shook my head at them. “Go back to the water. Go! Shoo.”
It kept crawling towards me, making that soft little squawking noise.
I was near breaking down. “I can’t take care of you! I’m not your mother!”
The blue one was before me and reached out for me.
I dropped my head. “I can’t...I can’t...” I had resigned myself to loneliness, to suffering the death of my family in silence. I marooned myself in this desolate place, I knew my lot in life.
The blue one croaked loudly at me and I opened my tear filled eyes. I picked them up from the sand and held them to my chest. They curled up soundly, kneading their little hands into my skin. The purple one was watching, gazing blankly at me from a hole dug in damp sand.
“It’s getting late,” I whimpered. “Come now.” I scooped up the purple one and took the babies back home with me.
Each day I took them to the beach, letting them play in the shallow while I waited in the shadows of the rocks. No one came for them, and they always returned to my side when they were tired or hungry.
Over time they learned to stand on their two long legs and were able to toddle around. More time passed and they were able to croak out words and noises to talk to me.
I named the blue one Hana and the purple one Mali. I knew I was a fool to name them, that would be the end of us. Deep down I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to keep them, that wasn’t my lot in life. I was one of those few who watched the world burn around them and somehow remained alive. I wasn’t a survivor, I was a spectator.
Hana and Mali grew into their fins and were able to swim further beyond the shore. Despite this, they always came back to me when they grew tired or hungry.
One afternoon, Mali came running up to me with something in her mouth. She spit it out before me and pointed. “Fish! Fish!” While her mouth was open, I could see sharp teeth recede back, and on the fish there was a very distinct line of bite marks.
“Mali-” I said breathlessly. “Very good! For many reasons!”
Hana soon came running up, also with something in her mouth she spit out. It was a giant sea snail the size of my fist.
“Fish! Fish!” Hana squealed excitedly.
I pulled them into my arms, holding them tight. “I’m so proud of you both. You’re talking and fishing!”
They hugged me back, soaking through my clothes, but it didn’t matter. That evening we served Mali’s fish, and the sea snail turned into a pet they named, well, Fish.
One evening as I was tucking them into bed, Mali tugged on my hand. “Fish. Fish.”
I hesitated as I tried to figure out what they were saying. Mali pulled on me and the look in their eyes made me understand.
“Mama,” I laid my hand on my chest. “You can call me Mama.”
Mali’s eyes widened and their mouth became a perfect O. “Maa-” they croaked. “Maa maa.”
I was teasing fate with this. “Yes, that’s right.” I kissed their forehead softly. “Do you need something, Mali?”
Mali just smiled and placed my hand upon their belly. I kept it there until they fell asleep while fear tried to tear through my body. I wasn’t allowed this joy, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep these babies much longer. But while I had them, I wanted to feel happy again, I wanted to keep them happy.
The island my lighthouse was on was small, though I never traveled far from home. Much of the island was inhabited by harpies who often hunted on other shores, bringing their prey back to the island to be picked clean. There were a few I did trade with and knew by name, a rare occurrence. But I decided it would be best to ask them about the babies in hopes of better providing for them.
I traveled to the edge of the wood and laid out an offering for the harpies upon a stone. Mali and Hana watched it, pointing and cooing.
“That’s not for us, little ones,” I whispered.
“Featherless, what have you got there?” The voice croaked from the edge of the trees. A large red wing tipped in talons stretched out and stabbed into the fish offering.
Hana and Mali hid their faces against my chest.
“That was something I hoped you could tell me, Nyris.”
Nyris was one of the elders of the harpies, a giant red creature that blotted out the sun when she flew. She stretched out her long neck and bit into the fish I offered. As she chewed, her dark eyes focused upon the babies.
“How did you come upon these, Featherless?” Nyris hopped closer to me.
“I found them washed on shore a few months ago. It was after all those massive storms. I’ve been taking them to the beach in case they were being looked for, but no one has come.”
Nyris stretched her long neck out to have a closer look. “They are reef mers, children of the Nereid. Back when the tides could sink below the forest, they could climb the coral without harm. They once guarded the reef forest, but I have not seen their kind in ages.”
“What else can you tell me about them?” I asked. “I’ll give you anything in return.”
Nyris hummed. “I can tell you have two girls, a blessing there. They will also be extremely strong as they grow up. If there is anyone looking for them, you could be in great danger. The children of the Nereid are extremely protective and natural born warriors. They will do all in their power to protect their own.”
Mali and Hana raised their heads, looking up at me, frightened.
“That’s fine,” I murmured.
Nyris sighed. “Featherless, you have been bestowed a great treasure. If you do take these two and raise them as your own, there is nothing in the world that will harm you. I’ve fought many children of Nereid and, while I stand, they have taken many of my own. They are worthy of the reef forest.”
I looked up at Nyris, meeting her frightening gaze. “But how can I take care of them? What can I do to make sure they grow the way they should?”
“As long as they have the reef forest, then they will grow as they should.” She stretched out her wings. “Now, Featherless, take them home before I find them too appetizing.” She began flapping her wings to take off, so I hurried back with Mali and Hana to the lighthouse.
It didn’t matter to me that Mali and Hana were girls. Ever since coming to the lighthouse I hadn’t thought of myself as a woman or man at all. I was simply a being. It changed nothing with how I planned to raise them, however long that would be. But knowing a bit more of what they were and the lives they could lead helped more than anything.
A few more months went by before more storms came to the shores. For days it remained dark outside while the ocean rose high and beat upon the side of the lighthouse. Mali and Hana barely left my side, and when they couldn’t, they remained hidden under the stairs.
“It will be alright,” I told them. “Storms pass, they always do.”
Fish, the sea snail was crawling up the wall, so I set him back down upon the floor. “Storms always bring treasure onto the shore. They brought you two to me.”
They looked up at me with big, wide eyes.
“Once they pass, we’ll go back down to the beach and you’ll find all sorts of amazing-” A horrible roar drowned out the sounds of the storm. A cold chill ran down my spine and I stood alert.
Mali and Hana whimpered and screeched.
“It’s okay. It was probably just wind.” As soon as I said this, another guttural roar ripped through the storm.
The door and windows were bolted to protect from the storm, this was the safest possible place on the entire island.
“It’ll be okay.” I repeated for the children, but also for myself.
I heard a window shatter outside the bolted shutters. The roar grew louder and the shutters began to shake and buckle from something pounding against them.
The girls began shouting and they jumped into my arms.
I grabbed Mali and Hana from the floor and carried them back to the bedroom. I placed them inside the closet.
“It’s just the storm. Stay here for me. Okay?” I tried smiling, but I didn’t know how well it came off.
“Mama!” They started screaming.
“I need you to be quiet for me, okay?” I hugged them back into my arms. “Be quiet for Mama. Stay here, alright?”
Mali and Hana continued to cry for me.
I tried shushing them and making them be quiet and then that roar bellowed through the lighthouse. I shut the closet doors and grabbed an axe by the fireplace. I went back out into the main room and saw one of the storm shutters was busted.
My whole body tensed in alertness and my heart pounded up inside my throat. I readied myself, holding the axe before me as I listened for anything over the storm. The howling winds and pelting rains hid any footsteps that may have been outside. Whatever was out there wanted inside. And a dark thought told me it was here for Hana and Mali.
The door shook, something on the other side was clawing and ramming against it. Segments of the door began to splinter and I could see shadows of the creature moving from outside.
My breath was shuddering but I was able to keep my hands steady. I squeezed my hands harder and tighter around the shaft of the axe. I could swing as hard as anyone, all these years alone I had been chopping wood myself. I could crack a skull if I had to.
The door began to break and, on the other side, the creature roared.
“Mama!”
I turned around to see Hana standing there.
I shook my head and pointed back towards the bedroom. “Hana! No! Go back-”
Hana looked around. “Fish?”
“Don’t worry about Fish!” I yelled at her. “Go back to the-”
The door buckled and was ripped from the wall. The guttural roar hit me like a ton of bricks. I raced for Hana, throwing my body over her. Chunks of wood from the door rained over me as it was slammed against the stairs.
Rain was forced inside by the howling winds and it felt like ice against my skin. I looked at Hana, gazing into her eyes as she watched me with fear.
“I won’t let it hurt you,” I breathed to her.
The creature screamed again and Hana echoed it. There was silence and a guttural clicking sound followed.
I was grabbed by the back of my neck and yanked off the floor. The creature held me aloft and, for a brief second, I saw it. It was massive, glittering like the ocean, and covered in thick, gauged scars. It tossed me against the stairs.
“Mama!” Hana screamed.
The creature growled at her and reached out towards her. Hana evaded, running towards the foot of the stairs. She tried to climb the stairs towards me, but she couldn’t make it. She turned to face the creature, hissing and spitting, her fins standing on end.
The creature snarled and, when it tried to step forward, Hana would scream. Moments later, Mali joined her, throwing things at the creature while they tried to guard the stairs.
I sat up slowly, trying to move my body so I could reach them. I looked the creature dead in the eye and I knew right away why they were here.
This was Mali and Hana’s father.
I managed to crawl down the stairs to them, and they placed themselves over me protectively. I looked up one last time at their father, who looked like the powerful warrior Nyris spoke of. I held out my hand to him, giving a slight nod before I could no longer hold on. I drifted away, fading deep into the darkness. I could only hope there was someone waiting for me on the other side.
I never expected to wake up, not alive anyways, and especially not in bed. I woke with Hana and Mali laying on either side of me and the storm howling just beyond me. It had been a dream, a horrible nightmare. I smiled as I felt the girls' little bodies against mine. I rested back into bed when I felt horrible pain radiate through my legs.
Not a dream.
I turned my head slightly and saw in the dim light the outline of the father. His eyes glowed in the radiant light and a luminescence glowed along the scars of his body.
“I knew you’d come,” I murmured. “It was too good to be true.”
Father sniffed.
Tears rose in my eyes. “I wanted you to come back before I loved them. Why did it take you so long?”
Father took a step forward, coming into the bedroom and bending himself over the bed. The girls remained asleep, but their hands tightened upon the blankets.
Sniffing, Father looked into my eyes. He raised his thick arm and placed his hand over my head.
I whimpered, but I was ready for it all to end. Hana and Mali would go back to where they belonged and I would finally be able to see my family again.
“They are mine,” Father growled. “But you are theirs.” He removed his hand from my face and rose over me.
I sniffled and choked on my own breath.
An awful growl filled the room. “They are only children, they do not understand how foolish they are. But once they do, I will rip out your throat so the harpies cannot hear you screaming.”
I closed my eyes and tried to breathe.
“But as long as you are theirs, you are also mine. I do not like it, but I will obey it.” Father’s voice was deep and loud, a storm on its own.
“I am grateful for as long as that stands,” I whimpered. “I only ever wanted to care for them, I promise you that.”
“Humans say lots of things. What makes your words any different?”
“I don’t know.” I swallowed and Hana crawled up closer to me. “Just look at them is all I can say.”
“All I have done is look for them. And now that I have them back, I cannot claim them. Do you know what agony that is? Do you understand how angry that makes me?”
“I do,” I said breathlessly. “I lost my children too. I lost them forever.”
Father was silent.
I sniffled and Mali nuzzled her face into my shoulder. “What’s your name?”
Father snarled. “Hau. Who are you?”
“Oshea. Hello, Hau.”
Hau growled low in his chest and the sound echoed off the walls of the bedroom. Hana and Mali began to still and rested heavily upon me.
“It’s been a long time since I had company, but you are welcome here.” I laughed out of weakness. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do...I don’t know what I should say to you.”
“Say nothing to me. I will remain here only for them. There is nothing that needs to be spoken between us.”
I rested against the bed again. “I think there is a lot that could be said between us,” I muttered. “These children...there’s so much…” I stopped myself and looked back towards Hau.
“I love them so much. Surely you understand that.”
Hau remained silent.
“I love them,” I insisted. “And I know they love me. I was willing to die for them tonight. You and I have that in common, Hau.”
He snarled. “Humans are demons, worse than demons. My daughters will not need you once they are grown.”
“Maybe,” I whispered. “But that’s fine with me.”
“You are frustrating me.”
Hana sat up sleepily. She rubbed her eyes and looked up towards Hau. She tensed up and placed her small body around my neck.
“Do you not recognize me, little one?” Hau growled. “Look at me! Surely you must remember.”
Hana remained protective over me and would not move.
“Show her you mean me no harm,” I tried to coax Hau. “Show her.”
Hau snarled under his breath.
I held out my hand towards him. “She won’t trust you until you do.”
Hau reluctantly took hold of my hand. I brought it close, placing a small kiss upon him while Hana watched. He flinched, gripping tighter onto my hand. Hana breathed and mimicked what I did, kissing Hau’s hand and smile appeared on her face.
“There, you see?” I looked up towards him as Hana held onto his hand.
Hau picked her up, cradling her in his arms. She looked so tiny compared to him. Hau was exceptionally big and powerful, he looked like a god.
“Mama,” Hana chirpped.
Hau snarled. “You do not need her, you know? You have the blood of ancient warriors in your veins. You are vicious and glorious.”
“Mama,” Hana burbled.
“Fine.” Hau handed her back to me. “You will learn better eventually.”
“Hana,” I said.
“What?”
“I named her Hana, and the other I named Mali.”
Hau got a stricken look upon his face.
“Did they have names before?” I asked.
Hau looked away from me. “They were too young when the storm took them. I never got a chance.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I tried to name them something...strong. I was a bit afraid in the beginning. I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted to help them.”
Hau turned away from me, walking away from the bedroom and the sound of rain pelting through the broken door. “It doesn’t matter now,” he sounded solemn. His deep voice held a whisper of sadness to it. “They are not horrible names.”
I smiled softly and closed my eyes again until Mali began to stir. I held them close to me, and silently thanked them for saving my life. In more ways than one, they had protected me. I just had to reckon with Hau now, a new storm, a new day.
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I repaired the front door as best I could, but while the storm raged I didn’t have the proper supplies to fix it completely. Rain still came through and puddled on the floor, and the house maintained a bone penetrating chill the entire time. Fixing the window Hau broke was another matter as well, I had no clue when I’d be able to order glass for it, or if my letters would even reach the mainland.
Once the storms did cease I was able to go out to get lumber and perhaps make a trade with the harpies. I was still beaten and bruised, and I had to use a crutch to make it further inland. I was used to doing things on my own, so aside from some pain, this wasn’t an issue.
Mali and Hana followed me, chased me really. They weren’t eager to be left alone with Hau, so he was close behind as well.
“If you’re going to be coming with us, do you mind carrying this for me?” I held out the axe to him, which he just glared at. “I’m trying to repair damages that you caused. It’s the least you could do.”
Hau sneered and took the axe from me. In the sunlight, his colors appeared much more vivid than Hana and Mali’s, so were his scars. He was covered from head to toe in battle wounds that ranged from tiny cuts to ragged gouges and bites. He shone bright blue in the daylight, but in the shadows of the lighthouse he appeared more purple.
“If you go further inland, you’ll risk the harpies,” Hau warned.
“I have a tentative alliance with Nyris. As long as I give offerings, I’m to be left alone.” I held up the satchel I brought filled with fish that I would leave on the offering stone. “I am fully aware of what I can and cannot do here.”
Hau’s eyes narrowed, slanting upwards as his grimace turned further down. He had sharp frills that went into his sharp cheekbones and under his jaw, giving him a very severe look. Not that his size didn’t leave that to question.
I placed my offering and heard the harpies whispering beyond the trees. I moved aside, going further down where I often chopped my wood. I set my things aside and propped my crutch up so I could reach is easily later.
I held out my hand to Hau and wobbled. “I’ll take it back now.”
Hau handed it back and moved away from the treeline while Hana and Mali started collecting small stones and seeds from the ground.
“Stand back,” I told them gently. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
They scurried further back, ducking behind a big rock to play. I started swinging at a tree, but I lost my wind sooner than usual. I stopped, clutching my arm around my side. After a few moments, I started chopping again, only to encounter the same problem.
“What are you doing?” Hau scoffed. “You’re supposed to breathe air and yet you can’t seem to do that right.”
I scowled back at him. “You threw me against the stairs. I’m not a fast healer as it is. If you have something more to say, I suggest you leave.”
Hau looked down at the children as they played, ignoring me as I turned back to my work. I chiseled away at that tree for hours, but eventually it came down, crashing onto the ground. I took a break, sitting down upon a stone as my body cooled and the stabbing pain in my leg became a dull throb.
I looked over and saw Hau was gone. I looked around for Mali and Hana, but I didn’t see them anywhere. I grabbed my crutch and attempted to rush back to the lighthouse, but my body had enough of it, and the slick ground helped assist it in keeping me from moving forward.
I fell to the ground and cried out in agony as I landed on my side. I curled up in a ball, choking on breaths as the pain racked through my body.
“Mama!” Through blurred vision I saw two small shapes run up to me, while a much bigger one followed behind. Their hands were soaking wet and, when Hau picked me up off the ground, my clothes soaked through.
“Useless,” Hau snarled.
“Where did you go?” I wheezed.
“I took them swimming, which is what they should be doing. They can barely dive! What have you been doing to them?” Hau walked harshly, jostling me and adding to my pain as he carried me back down the hill to the lighthouse.
The girls chirped and hissed at him, biting at his ankles every time I made a sound.
“Very good, children,” he told them. “But I am taking her home! You need to save your energy for a real attack.”
“Take me back, I have to finish this,” I scolded.
“You’re in foul shape. What do you think you could possibly do aside from advancing your own death?” Hau carried me inside and laid me back in bed. “If you die, I would greatly appreciate it.”
“Sweet talk gets you nowhere,” I huffed.
Mali and Hana climbed onto the bed with me, snuggling up against me and nuzzling to my face.
Hau snarled. “It would make things so much easier. But I fear you’ve rubbed off too much on them.”
“Is that all you have to say?” I huffed. “Can’t you be cruel elsewhere? You’ve been here several days and all you’ve done is snarl nasty things under your breath. Doesn’t that get exhausting? Because it is for me!”
Hau recoiled in surprise. I’d held my tongue the entire time, but I was not in the mood then. I was in agony and I had so much to do. I also needed to go up to the top of the lighthouse to refuel, which sounded impossible the way my legs felt.
“Mean,” Mali hissed back at Hau.
“Mean!” Hana screeched.
I sighed and patted their heads. “You don’t need to join in.”
Hau turned and left the room, storming out and kicking something as he left the lighthouse. I sunk back into the bed, able to relax genuinely for the first time in days. Ever since Hau arrived, I had been on edge, which is probably why my body felt like tightly coiled wire.
Hana kissed my cheek and laid herself across my chest.
“You don’t need to protect me,” I mumbled. “He’s your father after all.” I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. “We’ll rest a little bit, then we have to make those repairs. Who knows when another storm will blow up?” I put my arm around them on my chest as I drifted to sleep.
I was woken by the sound of loud, repetitive banging. Hana and Mali were at the end of the bed and looking out the bedroom door with intense curiosity. I got up and looked out to see Hau cramming a solid block of stone through the broken window.
I wrapped my arm around my side and held it while I moved. “What are you doing?” I snapped at him.
He turned around on the stairs and glared at me. “Making repairs,” he said mockingly. He went back to force feeding the block of stone through the window until it wedged itself and sealed it off. He dusted off his big hands and leapt down the stairs in front of me.
He rose, glaring down at me then sniffed and turned towards the door which was leaned up against the wall and had a weaved material covering the holes.
“It’s good enough for nets, it should be good enough for your door,” he snarled. “You can put it back in place.”
“Thank you.” I was in a state of awe. “Why did you do this?”
“Is nothing good enough for you?” Hau hissed at me.
I tilted my head to the side. “Yes, of course it is, I’m just horribly confused. You didn’t seem like you wanted to help me at all.”
Hau rose from the door. “I have to accept that this is the nest my children will be living in. For the time being, it must be a guarded and safe nest for them. Once they understand how much better it can be for them, then I will have nothing more to do with this place.”
A smile broke on my face. “I’m so relieved, thank you so much!”
He huffed and his great shoulder slouched. “I will not help you, only my children.”
“That’s something we can agree upon. All I ask is that you do what’s best for Hana and Mali. I don’t care about myself whatsoever.”
His mouth opened slightly. “Such a strange thing to say about yourself.”
“It’s my norm.” I offered my hand to him to shake. “We can work together on this. We will take care of them equally, and try to get along for their sake. And whatever the choose in the future, we both have to accept it.”
“Why are you offering me your weird little hand?” Hau snarled.
Was my hand gross? I knew it was small in comparison but surely it wasn’t gross. “To shake on it. You know? Like a gentleman’s agreement.”
“Neither one of us is a gentleman, so I see no need to do it. It is customary to exchange blows when we come to an agreement.”
I flinched and tried to step away. “You already hit me enough I don’t think we need to-” Hau came closer and I felt pinned into a corner. “Wait a second, wait-” Hau lowered himself down, pressing his lips to mine. I remained still, feeling his cold breath in my lungs. I breathed back, feeling his chest flare as he took it in.
Hau pulled back, wiping his mouth with his finger. “That is how we come to an agreement.”
I clutched my hand over my chest, still feeling his cold breath inside me. My face felt flushed from embarrassment and I wanted to void looking any more foolish in front of him.
“Alright, okay,” I cleared my throat. “Glad we can come to that...which is the agreement that we have agreed upon.” I stopped and shook it off. “Thank you.”
Hau narrowed his eyes and puffed out his chest. “Just so you know, before we enter into this, every human I have ever come across I have killed them.”
I stood my ground, but only because I couldn’t move myself as fast as I needed to get away.
“So one wrong move, and you’ll be one of them.” His eyes averted, catching the girls watching us from the bedroom door. He exhaled, relaxing his puffed chest, and he patted the top of my head.
“How do I make them like me?” He growled.
“This is a start.”
A few days later, Hau carried me and the children down towards the ocean. In an attempt to get close to them, I agreed to let him take them swimming, only knowing they wouldn’t go far without me.
I sat on shore, urging Mali and Hana to go into the water with Hau. “It’s fine, I promise. This is what you are made to do, and he’s so excited to teach you. I’m excited too, see?” I pointed to my smile which they looked unimpressed by.
“What have you told them to make them so afraid of their home?” Hau huffed in his impatience.
“I am trying to help! Chill out! Their first memories are of a storm tossing them about in the water, give them some time!” I then realized they wouldn’t go far out without me.
With a heavy sigh, I knew what I had to do. “Do you want me to go swimming with you and your father?”
Mali and Hana nodded excitedly.
I stood and stripped off my clothes. Hau watched, a perplexed and irritated look upon his face. His eyes lingered, seeing scars upon my body that made his eyes widen and reveal the golden ring around the black.
I stepped into the water and caught his eye. “This is the only thing I can think of to get them further into the water with you. I’m not a great swimmer-”
“Then enjoy your awful death.” Hau dove into the water, swimming further out.
Mali and Hana followed me, going into the water and staying by my side. It was painfully cold, and my teeth started to chatter. I swam as best as I could towards Hau who dove under again. He yanked Mali and Hana down and their tiny hands grabbed at my toes. After a moment, they rose back up with a look of wonder on their faces.
Hau rose up from the water, the edges of his scars glowed brightly enough to make him look angelic. “Come on now, children, we need to try and go deeper. We hunt on the floor of the ocean, you need to learn how to find your own food.”
“It’s okay,” I told them. “You’re having fun, right?”
Mali tugged on me, wanting me to go down with them.
“You’re a nuisance.” Hau grabbed me, pulling me down underwater so that Hana and Mali would follow.
Hau’s strong arm locked around my waist, swimming with me down through the depths of the reef forest. It was strangely beautiful, even if my vision was somewhat blurred. The tall, tree-like coral towers had never been so high above me before. They were beautiful, but that didn’t take away how dangerous they were.
We did this several times, as Hau had to bring me back up for air. He complained, but the more we did it, the more eager that Hana and Mali were to join him. Eventually, all I needed to do was get into the water for them to dive with Hau. And as more time passed, I could sit peacefully on the shore while they went on their hunts.
“Mama! Mama! I found you things!” Mali happily clamored on shore, her smile shining brightly as she extended her hand out to me.
So much time had passed, but I was still amazed at how much they had grown. They were excellent swimmers now, and were on their way to being great hunters.
“What did you find this time?” I opened my hand and Mali dumped a fist full of pearls into my palm.
“For your collection,” Mali grinned.
I smirked. “That’s so sweet of you, Mali.” I pulled her in and kissed her cheek. “Where’s your sister?”
“Still with him.” She pointed to the ocean. “Hana didn’t catch enough.”
I rolled my eyes and let Mali climb into my lap. “Hana’s not the fighter like you are. He’s going to have to learn that.”
Mali snuggled up against me, closing her eyes with a smile on her face.
A few minutes later, Hana came out of the water with a huge pout on her face. She ran up to me, slamming herself into my body and tucking her head down.
“Hana! Get back here!” Hau came out of the water with a severe glare in his eyes. “You’re not done yet.”
Hana whimpered against me, hugging me tighter.
“She’s tired, Hau. Let her rest.”
Hau kneeled down before me. “You are far too soft on them. No wonder humans are so easy to kill if they have mothers as soft as you.”
I gave him a warning look. “Trust me, soft mothers are not the reason people are easy to kill. Now let her rest, she’s not going to work any harder just because you tell her to.”
Hau sat down on the sand, watching as the girls snuggled up to me. The look on his face I could understand. He was teaching them to be one of their own kind, but like any parent he also wanted to be close to them.
“Hana, would you like to hug your father?” I asked softly. “Then that’ll be all for your training today.”
Hana glanced back at Hau and slowly removed herself from me. She went to Hau and hugged onto his arm.
“I don’t need your pity,” Hau huffed.
“You need something,” I said with a smile.
Hau snarled under his breath and brought Hana into his lap.
Mali and Hana went off to play after a rest, leaving Hau and I alone together. We had gotten used to one another, after all this time we worked hard at it, but Hau kept his distance from me. I understood why he did, but I wanted to close that distance between us.
“May I ask you something, Hau?”
He tilted his head to the side. “What do you want?”
I gazed out over the ocean, watching the sun sink into the waves and paint them shades of orange and purple. “What happened the night you were separated from Hana and Mali? You’ve never told me that.”
Hau scoffed. “Because it was a painful loss for me. It was the first time I had ever failed at doing my duty.”
I glanced at him, seeing his expression was filled with pain. I inched closer to him and placed my hand upon his arm. “I understand. More than you’ll ever know.”
“You told me you lost your children,” he grumbled.
The pain welled up in my chest. “At least you found Mali and Hana again. I can’t describe my jealousy.”
“You found them,” he snarled weakly.
“Were you hurt?” I asked. “I mean...when you lost them.”
Hau was silent, and he didn’t try to toss my hand away at all. “I had been out hunting. I hadn’t left them in days and I was growing hungry. Since I was the only one in the nest, it was much harder. I decided to go after something big, something I could feed off of for a long time and not worry about leaving the nest. My arrogance cost me-” He pushed my hand aside then.
“Why do you want to know this?”
“I just do.”
“I let my mate die, and I almost let my children die,” he snarled. “There. Now you know.”
“You didn’t let them,” I murmured.
Hau remained silent.
“There’s something I need to tell you, something I’m not sure how you’ll respond to.” I looked back out over the ocean. “I suppose I need to say it for selfish reasons if you’ll let me.”
“Go ahead with it,” he grunted. “I’m used to your blathering.”
I smiled to myself, watching his hand flex in preparation of me touching it. I placed my palm on his arm again, moving it down and over the back of his hand. “I love you. I realized I did a while ago, but I wasn’t sure how to approach it.”
Hau sighed heavily. “You really are a fool. You would fall in love with the death that stood in your doorway. I told you long ago I had killed every human I had come across and not to think you would be any different. What makes you think you can escape me now?”
I chuckled. “I’m not.”
Hau put his big hand on the back of my head. “I would really be a failure if I did.”
“Well, as long as I am alive, can I?”
Hau looked down at me right as the tears began to fall from my eyes. “Can you what?”
I sniffled and hiccuped, covering my face with my hands. Hau gently hovered over me, lowering himself down so I was cast in his shadow. He pulled my hand away from my face and wrenched my chin to look back at him.
“Tell me,” he snarled.
“Can I love you?” I blubbered.
Hau frowned but it melted away slowly. He wiped the tears from my cheeks and looked me over with a soft gaze.
“I can’t stop you from anything, Oshea,” he murmured. “I can’t stop the children from loving you. Nor can I help but see you through their eyes. Love me if you must, I just don’t know what to do with it.”
“That’s okay,” I smiled through my tears. “Come here.” I pulled him down, pressing a kiss softly upon his cheek. He made a small noise in his throat and I kissed again.
Hana and Mali soon returned, wanting to go home and have dinner. They saw me crying and became defensive, but they realized soon that I was okay.
That evening, after Mali and Hana had been tucked into bed I stood in the open doorway of the lighthouse. I watched the light from the beacon shine far into the distance, warning oncoming sailors to the dangers of the reef forest.
I felt Hau’s presence behind me, but I remained still. Even as his arms wrapped around me from behind, I did not move. His strong embrace held me firmly to his body and his head came to rest upon my shoulder.
“Why must you love me?” He whispered.
“Because I must.”
His arms tightened around me. “Then I will show you how to love.”
Hau forced me outside the lighthouse, closing the door behind him. He led me away from the lighthouse, taking me down into an alcove of stone. He laid me upon the cold ground and pressed his body into mine.
“I’ll show you,” he snarled into my ear. “You humans have no depth. You cannot possibly understand.”
“Hau, please-” I held onto him as strongly as I could. I feared he would fade away like a mirage. Last time I held on so tightly, I lost them forever.
Hau’s strong hands dug into my body, he ripped away fabric that stood in his way. His touch awakened my nerves, and I was reminded of a long dead desire inside me.
Hau pressed his great power upon me, driving it hard into my body so I would not forget. He left marks on my skin, bites he said would show I had given myself to him. He pressed harder and deeper inside me, taking my breath away. His low voice became a soothing song in my ear, deep breaths and deep growls that filled my every thought. His effort rasped his voice, the harder he worked, the more his voice broke and trembled.
I began to cry in his arms, but I begged him not to stop for a single moment. I wanted him to hold me fast and imprint the shape of my body into the ground. I was so starved for this touch and this lesson, I feared I lost my mind for a moment.
The dark hush of the ocean as it lapped upon the shore echoed my deep breathing. As i laid there looking up at the sky, tears in my eyes, I felt the world around me sigh. Relief settled upon me as the sweat on my skin began to evaporate.
Hau’s body rose over me, taking me again into his arms.
Mali and Hana were still asleep when we returned. Dawn would soon come, but I did not feel like resting at all. My body was still pulsing with Hau’s affections, and each breath I took could feel him inside me.
I smiled at them as they slept, feeling a comfort inside me that I would not lose them as I feared. I left them to sleep, stepping back out into the main room where Hau stood before the fireplace.
He was quiet and still as I approached him, kissing his back and resting my body against his.
“I don’t hate you,” he murmured to me. “Not like I should. Not even a little. I don’t trust this feeling, but I don’t know what else I should do with it. You’re mine now. You always were. Since the moment you took them you sealed your fate.”
Hau turned and placed his hand upon the top of my head. “My fate is yours to decide,” he whispered.
I got a ton of requests for a Lizardman so I went and wrote this little number which I hope you all enjoy! Keep requesting!
You wake with a start, thrashing your arms out as you try to knock the cannons away. You scream, your voice escaping out as a tiny sleepy squeak. After a moment and the smoke in your mind cleared you opened your eyes and lowered you arms slowly when all you see above you is dusty rafters, spider webs and vines decorating them.
You turned your head left seeing a window covered by burlap curtains and a chair covered by the blood-stained cloak and your shoes in the seat. Turning to the right, you saw a door, it was stained red with a bronze latch. Sitting up and looking around the room that smelled like dust and autumn leaves. It was clean, just unlived in. You slip from the bed, feet touching the cold stone floor. You were in your underclothes and were unsure where your dress was or how you came to be undressed.
You about slowly, unsurely. Was this a dream too? Standing before the window and pushing the burlap aside you peer outside, the light was blinding at first, but you saw beyond the glare to a path winding through rows and rows of trees. You heard a river babbling and trickling near by. There was a horse tied near the side of the house, he tossed his head and whinnied.
Ozren’s back! The beloved orc has two new parts coming this week!
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis) Part One
It was a happy accident that you ended up in Obresh. When you fled your home, you had intended to get much farther away, but life had other plans. Life gave you Ozren. While at first that seemed like such a strange thing, you now know that was exactly what you needed.
Big, lovable Ozren gave you the world and asked for nothing in return. He just wanted to see you smile. The day he selected you during the Reaping, you didn’t want to believe it. All your life you’ve been told you weren’t worth anything, but Ozren saw you as a treasure.
Lately, you wake at strange intervals and find it impossible to fall back to sleep. So you lay there in the big bed and listen to Ozren breathe. He’s so peaceful, it’s nice being able to watch him slumber. He lies on his back when he sleeps, and his contours are like a mountain range. His long, curly hair is splayed out across his pillow, so you reach out and curl a lock around your finger. You’ve been helping him brush it lately, and you’ve found comfort in touching it. He’s quite hairy, but the curls on his head are by far your favorite.
The reaping was a few months ago now, and you and Ozren are growing closer by the day. You’re starting to feel like love is a possibility, but a voice in the back of your head warns you that you’re still not good enough for love. You’ve been trying very hard to ward it off.
Ozren’s back! The beloved orc has two new parts coming this week!
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis) Part One
It was a happy accident that you ended up in Obresh. When you fled your home, you had intended to get much farther away, but life had other plans. Life gave you Ozren. While at first that seemed like such a strange thing, you now know that was exactly what you needed.
Big, lovable Ozren gave you the world and asked for nothing in return. He just wanted to see you smile. The day he selected you during the Reaping, you didn’t want to believe it. All your life you’ve been told you weren’t worth anything, but Ozren saw you as a treasure.
Lately, you wake at strange intervals and find it impossible to fall back to sleep. So you lay there in the big bed and listen to Ozren breathe. He’s so peaceful, it’s nice being able to watch him slumber. He lies on his back when he sleeps, and his contours are like a mountain range. His long, curly hair is splayed out across his pillow, so you reach out and curl a lock around your finger. You’ve been helping him brush it lately, and you’ve found comfort in touching it. He’s quite hairy, but the curls on his head are by far your favorite.
The reaping was a few months ago now, and you and Ozren are growing closer by the day. You’re starting to feel like love is a possibility, but a voice in the back of your head warns you that you’re still not good enough for love. You’ve been trying very hard to ward it off.
Thursday evening, I’m in my classroom grading papers, because I’d rather stay late than take any of this shit home. Between my stage performance class and theatre history class, I really don’t have much, but it takes time to go over all this. I leave the building just as the streetlamps flicker on, and I glance towards the STEAM building to see a big figure come out of the building. I know it’s Oleander, so I head over; this will be my first time talking to him in person since Sunday. Since then we’ve exchanged a few texts, but we’ve not talked.
“Good evening!” I call out to him, and he turns to look my way. “I thought that was you! How’s your-” My foot twists on a wonky part of the sidewalk, and I begin to fall over, quickly averting my face so it doesn’t smack directly onto the concrete. Fortunately, Oleander’s strides are quite long, and he grabs me before setting me upright.
“Careful there. Are you okay?” he asks.
I pat myself down. “I think so.” I try to take a step, but my ankle twinges, and I make a sound like a startled puppy. Oleander swoops me up again, putting his arm around me and helping me to a bench.
“Do I need to go get a nurse or something?” He sounds urgent.
“I should be okay,” I take off my shoe and rub my ankle. “I don’t know what that was.”
Oleander watches me carefully, concerned as I try to feel out my ankle. “Let me call you a cab so you don’t have to walk home.”
Two traveling friends often wind up at the same rest spot. There they meet a girl, who over time, wishes to have the same adventures they do.
Female Reader x Male Monster x Male Monster
A few years ago you were out getting eggs and bread to take back home, when you happened upon a performance. An orc was playing a lute and singing, and his voice was exceptionally lovely. You stopped in the small crowd to listen, and the orc smiled at you. For a moment you felt the beating of your heart skip, and in that same moment you became aware that someone was uncomfortably close to you. It was a gift you’d developed over the years. You noticed a dark hand near your waist, and you snatched it. The drow behind you looked just as shocked as you were, and the orc’s song halted for a brief moment before he started again at a much more rapid pace.
You came to know the pair as Brimer and Ciran, two friends traveling and using their various talents to make their way in the world. Brimer the orc was a jovial and musically talented fellow, who used his music to distract unsuspecting people. Meanwhile, Ciran the drow would pick pockets. You snatching Ciran’s hand had been a shock to both, and they claimed no one had ever caught Ciran before.
That’s what they told you anyway, after you ran from them. Once they caught up with you, they begged you not to tell. They had been robbed on their way into town and needed some coin in order to get food and shelter for the night. Being the sucker you were, you agreed to let them stay at your family’s inn, but they had to earn their keep for the night. Brimer was charged with performing for the usual patrons, while Ciran did the washing in the kitchen.
This story is told from the point of view of Alban. His bar sees lots of people come and go, but the only one he seems to pay any mind of is you.
Male Monster/Main Character x Female Woman (both cis)
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I’ve noticed one of the regular patrons has taken a shining to Silke and it’s not one I would recommend polishing. He’s a rough type, and not in the usual orcish way that is accepted. I don’t like the way he looks at her, nor the way he sneers at his friends when she walks away from the table. I’ve told Silke to stop being so nice, not everyone understands that it is just hospitality, but she would always appear with that smile again and that charm she refused to turn off for anyone.
“If you want to stop serving that table, all you have to do is ask and I’ll have one of the elf girls run it,” I told her.
Silke looked up at me with those soft eyes of hers suddenly going sharp. “I’m fine with it, Alban,” you huffed. “Stop worrying so much, I told you I can handle myself.”
“A short, soft thing like you is like cake in these parts, I told you that when we first met,” I grouched back. The two of us have been like this since I hired her, but I always need hard workers in my tavern, and Silke worked just as hard as me most days. “I keep you around for a reason, Softy, I don’t want you getting scared off.”
“I am fine,” Silke rolled your eyes at me. “He’s just a flirter.” You walked on while I eyeballed the table closer.
If he was just flirting, I don’t think he’d make the hair on the back of my neck stand up the way it does. The fella sets off all my warning signs, and I know I am rarely wrong.
Later the evening I went across the tavern to speak to a friend, but as I was leaving I heard that rough orc guffawing to his friends.
“I figured with the reaping coming up, she would be eager for me to come and grab her. She’s always so happy to see me, I figure she’d love to see me in bed then too.” My guts churned and tightened as they laughed. This brute was not using the reaping for its traditional purpose, Silke deserved better than that. I quickly left the table, urging Silke to join me in the back.
“I’m busy, what’s up your butt now, Alban?” she huffed.
I looked her up and down, knowing full well this could start an argument between us that could last for days. “That patron I keep telling you to stop being nice to-”
“Oh my goddess, you need to stop! He doesn’t mean anything to me!” Silke huffed. “I’m just being polite, stop acting jealous because I-”
“I’m not being jealous! What does that even mean? That’s not the point, Softy, I just heard him saying he’s going to take you during the reaping!”
Silke’s face went flat, then her brow pursed and she brought her hand to her mouth.
I cleared my throat and tried to be supportive. “I heard him say he’s going to take you just so he can get you into his bed. I don’t think you want that.”
Silke was looking away from me, her eyes focused off beyond the corner we were behind. She then looked ahead, staring at the wall as she began nibbling on her finger nails. I took her hand, pulling it away from her chewing teeth.
“I never thought anyone would wanna take me for the reaping.” Silke’s eyes flicked back up to me. “I’m just being nice to him, what makes him think I wanna-” She cringed and made a face.
“Can you hide at home during the reaping?” I asked her. “Just stay there and don’t move all day.”
“What about work?” Silke huffed.
Of course she would be worried about that. “Forget about work! I don’t want my best employee being mauled by some dick brained brute! Stay the fuck home, Softy or I’ll fire you.”
“No!” Silke blurted. “What if he finds me at home?”
My guts did that weird thing again where they were both hot and cold while flipping around. “How about I come and get you? I’ll pretend I’m reaping you. Stay here a few days, then we can just say it wasn’t a good match.”
Silke looked me up and down, and I had never felt so humiliated by a gaze. “Is faking a reap even legal?”
“That’s not the point! I’m trying to stop you from getting kidnapped and held hostage all your life. Do you want that, or do you want to play pretend?”
“Alright alright,” Silke huffed. She placed her hands around her mouth again. “I live near the market square. I’m in one of the lofts. You can come get me there.”
I nodded. “Good. I’ll be sure to serve him extra so he’s gets really drunk tonight just in case.”
Silke looked bothered still even after we agreed upon it. She placed her thumb near her mouth and started to chew on her nail.
“It’ll be okay. You aggravate me, but I’m not letting you get hurt.” I patted the top of her head and Silke frowned at me.
“I’m not a child!” She followed me from the back. “Don’t think you can treat me like one because of this.”
The next morning I got up early in order to meet Silke at her home. I had sent the one orc out right at closing with another drink. He’d never been so wasted before, so I expected him to be unconscious for most of the reaping.
The morning was cold and chilly, so I put on a scarf around my neck. As I walked out the reaping was already going. There were people being carted away by their intended, orc smiling and celebrating. This was supposed to be a joyous day, but all I felt was dread. I headed toward the market square and I saw Silke coming out from the back. She should have waited for me, but since that orc was probably still unconscious I’d fuss at her later. She was wearing a coat with a hood, she looked like her nickname, soft and warm. Something made my heart skip a beat at that thought, but I quickly tossed it aside.
I was about to call out her name when the worst happened. I saw him staggering out from an alleyway. He was disheveled and I could almost see the alcohol evaporating off of him. Silke saw him too and she stood still where she was. The look on her face struck me like an arrow and I raced forward. I shoved the orc as I passed by, knocking him into the gutter. I swooped up Silke, not bothering to stop running as I held her in my arms.
“Aye! That’s my woman!” The orc slurred from the ground.
I didn’t stop, I kept going, taking Silke back with me to the tavern. I pushed through the doors, letting them slam shut behind me. I took Silke to the stairs where she struggled in my arms.
“I have finish cleaning,” she whimpered.
“No you don’t.” I carried her upstairs, unaware of how red her face had become. I took her into my place and then it hit me. I set her down just before I walked through the door, only to see the stricken look upon her beet colored face.
“Are you alright?” I huffed.
“I don’t know.” Silke cupped her hands around her cheeks, trying to rub away the red.
I pointed to the floor. “Stay put. I’m going to go lock the door.”
Silke’s expression went blank and her eyes widened. She ran after me as I headed back to the stairs. “You don’t think he’ll come here do you?”
“I think he might. I’m surprised her hasn’t.” I turned back and patted the top of her head. “You’ll be safe here, Softy. So stay put.”
“I’m not a kid!” She fussed after me.
I went down stairs, and sure enough, the orc was already in the tavern. He threw a chair at me and I managed to catch it. A fight ensued, but since he was still so slobbering drunk, it didn’t last long. Some of my neighbors came and helped me deal with him and I went back upstairs to check on Silke.
She was sitting at my small table, chewing on her fingernails as I walked in. “What happened?” She jumped up immediately.
“Nothing, it’s fine.”
Silke’s worried expression didn’t fade. “I heard you fighting, don’t tell me it was nothing!”
“Well it was nothing, a few punches and he went down like a rotten tree. It was nothing and it will remain nothing!”
Silke frowned, but a look of concern was maintained upon her face. “Then can I go down and clean?”
“No,” I huffed. “You can stay here, I’m not risking you getting hurt. You’ll pretend to be my happily reaped bride and that will be your job.”
“No!” She blurted back at me.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. “You can clean at night when the bar is empty if that will calm you down. But for now, I don’t want you getting dragged off when I’m not looking.”
Silke glared. “Fine.”
For the next few days, Silke and I shared my home. I let her have the bed, and I slept on the floor. During the day, I worked, and in the evenings she would come down to do her work. We treated each other like normal those first couple of days, bickering back and forth on everything. But I noticed a tiny shift one evening, as she came downstairs, Silke touched me. She then smiled and teased me about the noise during the day, which was odd. A couple of days later, as I was going to lay down to sleep, Silke stopped me.
Her face was red and conflicted. She wanted to look nice, but she also appeared uncertain. “Look, it’s a big bed, and I can’t just watch you sleep on the floor anymore. Just...I don’t know...it’s your bed after all.”
“Your point?” I scoffed.
“Just get in bed!” Silke huffed. “Don’t argue with me.”
I smirked at her. “You want to go to bed with me?”
Silke glared back at me. “It’s nothing to think about. Just two friends sharing a bed.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, which i was excited to sleep in again. “It’s been a long time since I shared my bed with such a lovely girl.”
Silke scoffed. “I could say the same thing.” She threw my pillow at me.
I broke into a girn. “You’ve shared your bed with lovely girls?”
“Get all those images out of your mind, big boy.”
I placed my pillow down as she pulled back the covers. As she got into bed, her nightgown pulled up over her soft, curvy legs. I spotted a bit of her thigh before she tugged the skirt down. I looked away, taking off my tunic only to hear a slight gasp. I looked back and Silke had tucked herself in.
I laid down in bed, feeling her warmth right behind me. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but that warmth and presence of another person kept nagging at me.
“Thank you.”
I opened my eyes and looked at her lump in the bed. “What was that?”
“Thank you.” Silke popped her head out from under the covers. “I never said thank you, for saving me.” She gave me a shy but embarrassed look. “I’m glad I’m here and not…”
I smiled. “You’re a pain in my ass, Softy. But I would never let anything hurt you.”
Silke’s smile turned shy and the way her cheeks turned soft pink made my heart gallop. She looked so soft, so pretty, the thought made me lose my breath and the silence between us became awkward.
“Good night,” I said and rolled over to avoid looking at her.
“Good night,” she mumbled softly.
I forced myself to sleep, if only to escape the thought of her lips and how badly I wanted to touch them while holding her thighs.
I woke in the morning to a weight upon my chest, one that wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest. I felt so cozy and comfortable I didn’t want to wake. Something plush was pressed into my ribs, and something else was wrapped around my thigh. I looked down, seeing Silke cuddled into my side. I froze in place, holding my breath as it all dawned on me. That softness and coziness was her plump, warm body. I strained to keep composure, to keep from imagining things. She pressed in tight, mewling sweetly in her sleep. I grit my teeth, trying to make my blood rush anywhere else than where it was going.
“Are you awake?” Her sleepy voice beckoned.
I tried to remain still and keep pretending I was asleep. Silke moved, but not away. She kept her body close to mine and her hand went down my bare chest. What was she doing? I started to ‘wake up’ to see if she would move away, but she didn’t.
“What are you doing?” I grumbled.
“I’m comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” I groused. “You’re wrapped around me like ivy on a tree!”
Silke rested her cheek against my pec. “Just a few more seconds.”
I wanted to stay like that forever, but I couldn’t give in. “You’re testing my patience, Softy.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
I closed my eyes. “No. Quite the opposite.”
“It’s weird right? How nice this is?” Silke’s foot went down my leg then back up. “I’ve never slept so well with someone before. You feel...so nice.”
I feel nice! That’s quite funny. She’s the one who is all soft and squishy against me. Her warm, soft thighs, her plump, big breasts, I’m losing my mind as they press closer to me. “You feel better,” the words flow out against my will. “Trust me. Nothing feels as good as that.”
Silke squeaked and huddled her face down. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
Silke’s thigh tightened around mine. I felt her lips against my chest, then my neck. I moaned as the soft, almost heavenly touch.
“Silke, what are you doing?”
Silke’s lips touched mine and I grabbed hold of her. I wrapped my arms around her, drinking deep from that moment. She stole my breath as the kisses deepened and grew in intensity. She ran her fingers through my hair, touching my scalp which drove me almost as crazy as her thighs wrapping around my hips.
“If we don’t stop, I’ll be late for opening,” I growled into her ear.
Silke looked into my eyes, stroking her soft palm down my cheek. “I don’t want to stop though.”
I kissed her again, hungrily baring down upon her. Her soft moans and whimpers as I went further fueled me. I buried myself between those breasts, drowning in their softness. Her plump, pink nipples grew hard against my tongue and I bit upon them as my tusks rubbed against the supple flesh.
“Alban!” She mewled loudly. “Oh goddess-”
I quickly kicked away my pants and she flinched as my cock fell against her thigh. She looked up at me shyly as I took her hand and placed it upon me.
“You’re so hard-” she said breathlessly. “Because of me?”
I kissed her breasts again, rubbing myself into her thigh. “You have no idea what you do to me, Softy.” I licked between her breasts then nuzzled into her neck. “This soft, warm body of yours, I want to be buried in it.”
Silke moaned. “Then do it.”
“You sure?”
She nodded, opening her thighs more for me. “You reaped me, so this is how it should go, right?”
My breath stuck in my chest. “But that was only for pretend.”
“I don’t mind if it’s not.” Her small hands pet up my chest and cupped my face between them. “I can be yours if you will be mine.”
I took her hands into mine, holding them tight as I melded into her. Everything good about her outside was twice as good inside. Her deep, wet, warmth sucked me in and almost overtook me. I steadied myself, holding her hands as I rolled my hips. She took all of me happily, moaning in pleasure with each thrust.
The way we fought before, I never would have assumed we would be here in a marriage bed. I always did find Silke beautiful, and I did enjoy our bickering. I wanted her around, now, I never wanted to leave her side. I knelt down, kissing her and letting her grab hold of me. I was wrapped in that sweetness, her body pressed against me. I could feel her quivering all around me, her breath turning shallow with a sweetness to her voice.
When I came she cried into my shoulder and pulled my hair. She took my very soul from my body, turning me into dust and wind, so that I collapsed into her. I laid there and listened to her heartbeat against my ear.
After a while, I rolled over and pulled her into my arms. I held her lovingly, kissing her cheek and nuzzling to her hair. She held onto my hand, kissing my fingertips and smiling shyly.
“What made you change your mind?” I asked.
“I always thought you were handsome,” she murmured. “Being so close to you, my little crush sort of took control.”
I chuckled and hugged her tighter, smiling smugly in her face. “You had a crush on me?”
Silke wrapped my hair around her fingers and tugged. “Don’t act like you didn’t!” She faced me like we were in battle. “I knew you were jealous all that time.”
“Was not!” I snapped. “I’d never be jealous of that asshole. I knew if I wanted to I could have you.”
“Did you?” Silke scoffed.
I kissed her and her hold on my hair weakened. She kissed back, melting into me again so that my blood began to rise.
“I just didn’t think you wanted me,” I whispered to her.
Silke sighed. “I wasn’t going to ever let you know that. But...I do.”
“Then the reaping-”
“No need to pretend,” she whispered. “You're my orc husband until I grow tired of you,” she teased.
“And you’ll be my wife until then as well,” I murmured against her cheek. “Maybe even longer.”
An arranged marriage has taken the reader to a new land, a new home, and traditions that they must get used to. Saito is a hero to the people, and is looked up to by all those around him. Will the reader be good enough for such a man?
Female Reader x Male Monster
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Your marriage was an arranged one, and it was not a moment you were looking forward to. You had never met your future husband before the ceremony, and during the entire thing you were shaking like a leaf. Your parents had decided on this union almost at the spur of the moment. He was wealthy and came from a good family name, much like you yourself. The only thing that set him apart was the fact he was an accomplished warrior and had become a hero to Shimokobe. Your parents wanted nothing more than to be attached to that legacy.
The ceremony was terrifying for you, even though you were wearing the most beautiful dress that money could buy. Everything about the ceremony was exactly how you dreamed it as a child. Everything, except the groom. Saito was a massive and powerful man, you had always pictured yourself with someone who was an artist or writer. You were always so small in size, you had imagined yourself with someone elegant and thin. Saito was an orc, but even still, he looked to be the biggest out of his whole family.
If there was one thing about Saito that started to endear him towards you, it was that he would not touch you until you were ready. Your wedding night ended with both of you sleeping in separate rooms, which for the time was a relief. Once you moved into his home though, the worry that you’d not consummated your union crept in with every breath.
“It’s like dressing a doll, you’re so tiny.” Ichika was one of Saito’s sisters, all three of whom had taken you in like one of their own. Ichika helped you get dressed in the mornings while the others helped get food ready.
“That’s so embarrassing,” you murmured.
“Nothing wrong with that.” She smoothed down your skirt then smiled at you. “Being small and cute can be a good defense.”
You pouted, you felt more like a defenseless kitten. All this family seemed to talk about was defense, offense, battle, and war. Saito had a dojo on the grounds, and lots of eager young students who also lived in the home. Each morning they filed into the dining room for breakfast then went out into the courtyard to practice while Saito meditated inside.
“One of these days, you and Saito will have a little one learning to take up the family style,” Ichika sighed dreamily.
You watched the young students with a heavy knot in your stomach. You’d been married to Saito all this time, and still you had not been together as husband and wife should. You looked down, ashamed at your own fear and hesitance.
In the dining room Kaori and Natsuki were setting out breakfast for the family. You took a seat while Ichika poured you tea.
“Did you sleep well?” Kaori asked. She was the youngest and had taken a great liking to you.
You smiled at her. “I did, I hope you slept well too, sister.”
Kaori beamed from ear to ear, her small tusks appearing bigger. “I did! Thank you.”
Picking up your cup you inhaled, taking in the rich aroma of the tea. Then beside you, Saito’s great form appeared. He sat down beside you, bowing his head as Natsuki placed his tea before him.
“Good morning, dear brother,” the sisters all chimed.
“Good morning, sisters.” Saito looked down at you. “And to you, my bride.”
Your stomach lurched, curling into knots and stones. “Good morning,” you said as quietly as a mouse.
Saito’s long hair was down, and it was truly a marvel to behold. He never cut it, never let anyone else touch it. He claimed that cutting his hair would diminish his power, so he’d kept it long and growing since he was a young boy.
His eyes appeared golden that morning. Usually, they were like dark amber, but there was a light from within today. “You were up before me again this morning. I never even heard you move.”
“I didn’t wish to disturb you. You looked so peaceful and sweet.” He took his tea and drank slowly.
You weren’t sure what else you could say to him. You were afraid of making yourself appear foolish in front of him. He was strict with his students and expected things to go a certain way. You didn’t want to hinder his path. Although, you didn’t know what he expected from you yet.
“Can’t you have Oda take care of the class today?” Ichika spoke up as she took a seat at the table. “You’ve barely spent any time with your bride since you got married.”
Saito flinched beside you. “It is my responsibility to teach these children.”
“Doesn’t Oda also have a responsibility?” Natsuki challenged from her seat as well. Oda was her betrothed.
Saito narrowed his eyes upon her. “Oda is still learning as well.”
Natsuki rolled her eyes and turned away from him.
Saito sighed, giving into his sisters’ stares. “Unless there is something you wish of me, my bride.”
“I was wanting to go and see if there was any mail in,” you spoke softly. “But I can find someone to take me if you don’t wish to leave your students.” Your heart was racing. You didn’t want to inconvenience him at all. After all, he was the hero here.
For a moment, Saito was quiet. He contemplated your request while taking a sip of tea and then a bite of his breakfast. “I am expecting word from a friend of mine. Perhaps we can go after morning practice.”
You looked up at him with a soft smile. “Thank you, I would prefer to go with you.”
There came a softness to his gaze, but his body became more rigid than before. He nodded, then continued to eat his breakfast in silence.
Afterwards, you helped Kaori with her studies. She was preparing for a trip to the Polar where she would be furthering her education into becoming a diplomat, much like her mother. You were helping her study the language, as you and your father were both translators.
“It must be nice to know so many languages,” Kaori sighed over her lessons.
You smiled. “It comes in handy.”
“How did you learn?” Kaori asked.
“My father started teaching me after I was born. He felt that children came ino language naturally the younger they were. But I think anyone can learn with enough patience and practice. Much like how your brother teaches his students in the same way.”
Kaori pouted as she stared into her book. “Do you like my brother?”
A cold chill ran down your spine. “What makes you ask that?”
She tilted her head down further. “I was wondering is all. You seemed scared this morning when you asked him to take you to the post office.”
You sighed and placed your hands into your lap. “I’m not familiar with him yet. And to be honest, I’m an anxious person.”
“But do you like him?” Kaori pressed.
You held your breath as you pondered this. “I like his hair,” you answered. You were grateful when Ichika came into the room.
“Saito has asked for you,” she says. “He’s in his chambers.”
Your stomach turned. “Is everything alright?” You asked.
Ichika sighed. “He’s gone and hurt himself. But I suspect he’s going to ask you to get ready for your trip.”
“He’s hurt?” Kaori leapt up from her seat.
“It’s fine, he’s more annoyed that he did it to himself,” Ichika scoffed. You left the room, going down the long corridors until you reached Saito’s room. You rapt your knuckles against the door. “Ichika said you asked for me?”
“Come in.” He sounded irritated.
You slid open the door and stepped inside. He was sitting across from the fireplace, his robe pulled off his top half. You swallowed hard and approached cautiously.
“Are you alright?” You asked.
Saito didn’t lift his head as you approached. You gazed down at his back, which was massive and muscular. There were scars that stretched from his shoulder and down below his waist. It was frightening to think how badly those wounds must have hurt him.
“Only my pride is wounded,” he growled.
You knelt down beside him. “What happened?”
Saito had his arm in his hand, which was full of blood. You gasped in alarm, quickly covering your mouth with your hand to cover the shock. “You’re hurt!”
He jerked his arm away. “I need you to fetch me some clean clothes. I’ll tend to this so we can go out.”
You inched in closer to him. “But you’re hurt!” You placed your hands upon his bicep. “Do I need to call a doctor?”
Saito looked down at you, his brow pinched and mouth set into a firm, immovable frown. His eyes focused on your small hands upon his large bicep. “It’s cold out, make sure you get yourself a coat.”
You stared at him in disbelief. “Your arm-”
“It will heal!” he huffed. “Please, ignore it. Let me escape with some dignity.”
You smoothed your palm down his arm to his elbow. “At least let me tend to it.” You felt him shiver under your touch. Looking up, you saw his cheeks had turned a shade darker than before. “Please?”
“Do not look at me with such pleading eyes,” he growled. “If it will stop that gaze, then fine!” He turned his head away.
You fetched some cool water and bandages, as well as some ointment you used when you pricked your fingers while sewing. You gently tended to his arm, seeing there was a shallow but sharp cut along the back of his forearm. You were silent as you tended to him, allowing him his dignity rather than prying into what happened. Once it was bandaged, you placed a small kiss on the back of his hand. He flinched then let a low growl escape his throat.
“Does that feel better?”
Saito held his arm to his chest. “Thank you, my bride.”
You smiled, but your eyes focused on his bare chest. There was sparse hair there, and he had bigger boobs than you did. You dipped your head down as your face began to feel hot.
“I’ll need to change before we leave.”
“Do you still want to go?” You asked. “Like you said, it is getting colder out and you’re hurt.”
“I’m fine,” he huffed. “I have suffered worse than this and still been able to carry men upon my back. Go fetch me some clothes and we can go together.”
You went to fetch his things, but when you returned, he was standing naked in his room. Your whole body surged in heat and embarrassment. You kept your eyes down as you handed him his clothes.
“Have you never seen a man before?” Saito asked as he dressed.
You felt ashamed. “You took me by surprise.”
“Forgive me.” Saito shrugged on the first layer of his clothing. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“It’s not that,” you breathed.
“This body is yours after all,” Saito said gently. “I do not mind if you look at it.” He then cleared his throat, sounding just as nervous as you felt. “I want you to know that.”
You touched your cheek, feeling how warm it was. He was your husband, but you wouldn’t know what to do with it. The most you had done was kiss another man once before. You had never, even in your wildest dreams, imagined a body much like Saito’s.
The conversation ended there. The two of you went into town to check the mail, and while there Saito’s sisters had asked him to run a few errands for them. Everywhere you went, Saito was held in such reverence by the people. They approached both of you, congratulating the marriage, as well as thanking Saito for his service.
“It’s because of you, our son was able to return home safe,” one woman started crying on Saito. You watched her as she held Saito’s hand, she was trembling, but Saito wasn’t moving.
“Your son’s own strength brought him home, you do not need to thank me for that.” Saito told her.
This kept happening, no matter where you went, someone came up and thanked Saito for what he had done.
“You really are remarkable,” you thought you said quietly, but he still heard you.
“I did what I had to do. It is the responsibility of the strong to protect those who cannot stand up for themselves. I would gladly do it again. That does not make me remarkable,” he grumbled. All of a sudden, he was acting shy.
He was modest and humble, that you knew right away. But this sudden shy act surprised you. You stood close to him, due to the chill in the air, and took hold of his arm. “Well, for someone who can’t stand up for themself, it is remarkable.”
Saito cleared his throat and turned his head away, but he moved so you didn’t have to reach far for his arm.
It started snowing while you were in town, and the chill in the air was becoming much sharper and cutting to your bones. You stayed close to Saito’s, even at one point clinging to his side.
“You’re shivering,” Saito replied. “We should go home.”
You shook your head. “We haven’t finished your sisters’ errands though.”
“They can wait.” He then shocked you by picking you up off the ground. He held you in his arms where it felt warm and snug. “We’re going home so you don’t freeze.”
You were too stunned to say anything, instead you held him as he carried you back to the carriage. Unfortunately, the snow had gotten thick, and the passage home had become too dangerous to pass through so late. The two of you got a room at an inn for the night.
The room you were given was much smaller than any back at Saito’s place. But it was warm, and that’s what mattered. Outside the snow was continuing to fall, coating everything in a cast of white. You stepped away from the window and turned to look at Saito by the fire where he was drinking.
You took a seat beside him. “How is your arm?”
“I hadn’t thought about it once until now.” He grumbled. He lifted his sleeve to the bandage which had stained through a bit. You took his arm, smoothing your palms over the bandage. You felt that shiver creep through him again and you glanced up to his face. His eyes were averted, but his cheeks looked dark.
“Does it hurt?” You gently kneaded his wrist, slowly moving to his palm and fingers.
His brow pinched. “No. What are you doing?”
The stones in your belly turned to nervous butterflies. “I used to massage my father’s hands. I thought you might like it. I can stop if-”
“No. It’s fine.” He tilted his head down. “It’s pleasant.” He took another drink.
“What are you drinking?” You asked.
“Plum wine,” He offered the cup. “Would you like some?”
You took hold of the small cup and smiled. Taking a sip, you chest felt instantly warmed. “It’s strong! My mother would approve.”
Saito chuckled. “Would you like more?”
“Perhaps when I have eaten.” You take his other hand and massage it as well. “How did you get hurt?”
Saito scoffed. “I made a foolish mistake. It is my own fault that I got hurt.”
You looked up into his eyes as you continued kneading his hand. “We all make those mistakes. There is nothing wrong with it.”
“But it was in front of my own students,” he grumbled.
“It’s still a lesson for them,” you said softly. “It makes them realize that even you, their master, are still growing and still improving. It makes the goal you’ve set for them seem obtainable.”
He pouted as he looked down. “A lesson huh?”
Saito’s palm is rough and calloused from his sword. They feel so hard, so strong. You begin to imagine what they’d feel like upon your skin and you have to take a breath.
Saito takes your hand, gently holding it as he gazes over it. He then looks into your eyes, and for a moment, you hold your breath. “It’s so small.”
It had been a concern that he didn’t find you attractive at all. You were so small compared to him. You had worried you weren’t womanly enough for him, and perhaps that was why you two hadn’t consummated yet.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Your heart leapt into your chest. “What?”
Saito kissed your knuckles. “You’re so small, I worry that I’ll hurt you.” Your fingers brushed against his lips as well as his great tusks.
Your throat became dry and you tried to swallow. “You are worried?” You were in disbelief.
Saito sighed, taking another drink of the plum wine and refilling his glass. “I have trained all my life to be strong, to be able to handle anyone who stood in my way. It did not matter their size, I could fight them all. But I do not know how to approach you.”
This was still hard to take in. As much as you had worried, he had been feeling the same way. There was just no way!
“But I want to,” he murmured over his glass before taking another drink.
Your heart fluttered. “You do?”
Saito sighed heavily. “On our wedding day I was terrified. I saw you beside me, like this perfect little doll, and I feared I would ruin it.”
You placed your hand upon his knee. “But I am not a doll. I am flesh, and blood, and I am sure you know how to handle such things.”
Saito scoffed. “Flesh and blood, I have seen too much of both in the world. So much blood-” His voice drifted.
“I must confess,” you chirped, “I was nervous too. Terrified, like you. But I feared I was not enough for you. Since I am so small, and you are so big. So loved. You’re a hero and I am just-”
Saito’s eyes cut down to you. “Just what?”
“Small,” you murmured.
Saito drank another cup and he took hold of your hand, squeezing it tight. “Some of my most dangerous adversaries were small. Do not underestimate yourself, my bride.” He gave you a smile then moved his hand upon your cheek. “I know firsthand how that can be an advantage.”
You were breathless from his touch. “How?”
“In many ways.” His fingers brushed against your lips. “You can hide much better, sneak around much quieter. You could ambush or surprise someone quite easily.” His eyes became focused on your lips. “Your beauty can be used as well.”
You swallowed and caught your breath. “How so?”
“You could easily steal a kiss,” he murmured. “Like this.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. A soft moan escaped your mouth but you melted into his touch. When he pulled away, you were breathless and warm all over.
“I see.” You touched your fingertips to your lips. “Uhm-” Your mind was drifting far away, but Saito was inching ever closer. His lips pressed to your neck and his hand went around your waist.
“Saito-” You whimpered. You were in his lap now, being held and devoured by him. He pulled down your dress kissing and nibbling your shoulder. It felt so nice, but strange as well. “Wait, please-” You finally managed to speak out. His lips lingered on your bare shoulder before he pulled away.
“Sorry,” he gasped. “So sorry I-”
You shook your head. “Can we go slow?” You stomach was flopping around inside. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Where are my manners?” Saito kissed you again then scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to bed laying you down as gently as he could. He stood back, stripping away his clothes. “Give me a moment, my bride. A moment is all I need.” He kneeled down upon the edge of the bed, taking hold of your ankles. He smoothed his great palms up under your skirt, his eyes focused upon yours the entire time.
Your heart was pounding, his touch was gentle, his palms rough. “What are you going to do?”
“Something any good husband should be willing to do.” He knelt down, kissing your leg, exposing it to the air. His tongue darted along your skin, making you shiver. He spread your thighs, kneeling down lower to kiss them and place his head between them. You felt him grow closer and closer to that delicate place. Your belly swam on a sea of nerves and excitement. You reached down, taking hold of his hair in your hand, gently tugging on the root, and Saito moaned against your thigh.
“Easy now,” he growled. His lips then found purchase upon your mound. You flinched, his tongue gilded over the folds. “It’s lovely.”
You tried to say something but he stole your breath with another deep kiss. His tongue lapped between the folds, finding where you were most sensitive. Your fingers coiled harder into his hair, pulling tightly, making him moan against you. His tongue lapped again, making you breathless. His fingers soon joined, teasing and tracing you, making you weaker and more aroused.
Saito lifted his head, gazing up hungrily at you. “I’m going to do more. Is that okay?”
You shivered, barely able to speak but you nodded. He lowered back down, returning to his work. His lips circled that sensitive bud while his finger slipped inside. It felt strange but also strangely pleasant. His kisses aroused you while his finger worked to heighten the elation. Your toes curled, your back arched. It was such a rush of desire and emotions you felt as though you were levitating.
You woke in the morning with Saito sleeping on your belly. Your body felt somehow new, your legs still didn’t feel quite right. You moaned softly, remembering how Saito had brought you to a peak of ecstasy you’d thought was only possible in stories. You reached down, stroking your fingers through his long hair while he slept. He began to stir, his shoulders twitched and his eyes looked up at you.
In silence you both sat up, sitting across from each other. You breathed, wanting this man before you. You slowly removed your clothing, letting it fall from your shoulders while his gaze never faltered. You moved closer, placing your hands upon his chest.
“Good morning, my husband,” you whispered.
Saito chuckled. He captured a hand and kissed the palm lovingly. “I should be terrified right now.”
You kissed his neck, feeling him tremble. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him down so your small chest pressed against his large one. You kissed him, feeling the urgency grow better the two of you.
“Was last night a dream?” You whispered.
“Perhaps I drank too much, but no, I don’t think so.” His hands slipped down your body. “I remember you very vividly.”
You bit back your smile. “I’ve never felt like that before.”
Saito lowered himself down, breathing against your skin. “I can do it again. And again. And again.”
You shivered and gently pushed him back and looked into his eyes. “I don’t know if I could withstand so much.”
His smile grew. “Maybe not now. But over time, I can see you becoming very strong.” He kissed your cheek. “Formidable even.” He pressed you down into the bed, covering you with his strong, large body. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight as his kisses covered your skin. His fingers started teasing you, awakening the same desire from last night.
The morning was short lived though, as you did have to return home quickly. The rest of the day though, your mind was filled with Saito. His touch, his voice, they all came to haunt you as you tried to go about your day. Saito was tending to his students. The reason you had rushed getting back was that he was worried about them and the cold. He hadn’t been prepared for the snow to come like it did.
That evening though, when he usually would meditate before bed, he came to bed early. You were brushing your hair as he walked into the room. You smiled at him, then turned shyly back to the mirror.
“Would you mind brushing mine as well?” Saito voice sent chills down your spine. You looked back up at him as he took down his hair, letting it flow freely around his shoulders.
“Come sit.” You patted the floor and stood as he took the seat. You happily brushed his hair, thinking you wouldn’t be allowed. “Your hair really is beautiful.”
“Do you think so?” Saito swallowed. “Good, I’m glad.”
You bit your lip, another daring question came to your mind. “Should I braid it for you as well?”
Saito glanced over his shoulder at you. “I would greatly enjoy that.”
You combed your fingers through his hair to separate it, purposefully stroking the nape of his neck. This made him take a sharp breath, then groaned low as you began to braid.
“I hope I did not disappoint you this morning,” he murmured.
You placed your hands upon his shoulders. “I understand why we had to leave. It didn’t bother me at all.”
Saito took your hand again. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to continue.”
Your chest fluttered. “I would be a fool to turn you away.” You went and sat before him, placing your hands upon his lap. “I only hope I can satisfy you, dear husband.”
His tongue licked up his tusk and he growled. “I just worry I will hurt you.”
That was a concern for you too. He was so big, and he was big everywhere. You were sure his...manhood was just as big as the rest of him. But, after last night and that morning, you wanted to repay his affection somehow. “If we take our time I’m sure it will be fine.”
Saito glanced away with a stern set to his brow. He then took a breath and nodded. “You tell me stop, and I will stop. If I hurt you, I’m not sure I could stand myself.”
You placed a finger upon his lips. “All I know is I want to try. I know you will not willfully try to hurt me.” You then opened up your robe, showing him your bare skin, your small chest. His eyes lingered there, focusing on your nipples. His fingers brushed against them, making them stiff at the slightest touch.
You moved in closer, placing yourself between his legs. Your hands trembled as you moved to touch him. You had only dreamt of such things, you weren’t sure you would be able to please him properly.
“I want to touch you,” your voice quivered. “But will you place my hand upon it?”
Saito nodded, taking your hand and moving it under his robe. He pressed your palm upon something warm and thick. He moaned softly as your fingers squeezed. You closed your eyes, trying to picture in your mind's eye what it could look like.
“It’s yours,” he whispered into your ear. “You can do with it as you wish.” His free hand rested upon the small of your back. “My body is yours. To protect you, to comfort you, to please you. Command me and I’ll move it.”
You opened your eyes to look up at him. “Saito-” You had never felt so assured before and so at ease with someone. His words felt so sweet in your ears. “M-me too.” You wished you could have been as eloquent as he was in that moment.
Saitor chuckled and you felt him pulse under your palm. “That sweet hand upon me, move it just a little.”
You did so, stroking the length of it. “It’s kind of nice.”
“Would you like to see it?”
You swallowed then slowly moved your hand back as he removed his robe completely. The thick shaft laid against his thigh, darker than the rest of his skin. It pulsed as you looked at it, and the tip began to glisten.
You bit your lip as you touched again, tapping your fingers against the shiny hood of the top. “It’s so warm.”
Saito leaned in close to your ear again. “The real warmth here is you.” His hand on your back tightened. “That soft, wet channel between your thighs, it’s the gate to heaven.” His hand moved up, brushing against your chest. “It tasted as sweet as it felt.”
Your hand tightened around his cock, stroking it the more he spoke to you.
“The way you breathed when I touched you, the way the inner walls clung to my fingers. I forgot there was snow outside.” Saito’s fingers pressed against your mound again, finding that sensitive bud and tapping it. “I never felt more like a man than when I made you cry out in that highest pleasure.” The hungry look in his eyes made you dizzy.
You smiled shyly. “Can you do it again?”
He looked you up and down with a smile. “How would you like me?”
You laid back upon the floor, pulling your legs up and spreading them as Saito watched. He climbed over top of you, kissing you as his hands went down your body. His lips trailed, going to your small breasts, your belly, and back between your legs. You grabbed hold of his long braid pulling it as his tongue found that sweet epicenter again. He moaned against you, sending waves of pleasure through you. You pulled again on his braid and the moans grew deeper and louder.
“Saito,” you whimpered.
He looked up and slowly rose. He licked his lips, the sides of his tusks. Saito moved in closer and you felt it. His shaft rubbed against your thigh and you reached for it. He grunted, shutting his eyes tight as you moved it.
“Are you sure?” He breathed.
“Try, please?” You felt him below. “Just to see.”
Saito breathed and positioned himself better. He moved your hand aside, slowly placing himself at your mound. You felt him slip against you before pressing. You tried to relax, taking calming breaths like he did when he meditated. You then felt something solid inside. Like his fingers before, only more. You whimpered, grabbing hold of his arms.
“Is it okay?” His voice was a low growl.
“Yes, keep going.” You held a hand up to him and he lowered down to place his cheek into it. You gasped as he gently pushed deeper. He watched you intently, making sure nothing was wrong.
“I’m going to move a bit.” He placed a hand under your back. His body went lower, he felt closer to you while also pulling away. He went inside again and you moaned. Slowly by slowly, Saito moved faster, a little deeper. He was inside you, as a husband. You clung to him, wanting him against you. His body was heavy and big, yet you found you couldn’t get enough of him. His heat, his desire, they were one in the same with yours.
You’re unable to get out of bed the following morning. Your legs feel far too weak. Saito stays with you as long as he can, but eventually has to tend to his students.
“Last night you were remarkable,” he whispered before he had to leave. “My little wife really impressed me.”
You smiled shyly, almost unable to look at him. “I wouldn’t say I’m that little. After last night I feel just as big as you are, my husband.”
Saito’s cheeks darkened and he chuckled. He leaned down, giving you a long kiss. His hair was still in the braid you had done last night. “Don’t get me excited.” he kissed your cheek. “I will come and check on you this afternoon. Until then, enjoy your rest. You’ve earned it.”
“Saito!” You called out before he left the door. “I uhm-” You clammed up as he turned to look at you.
Saito smiled. “What is it?”
“I uhm...I wanted to say uhm-” You swallowed, trying to banish your nerves. “My body is yours,” your voice trembled. “To protect you, to comfort you, to please you, to love you.” You watched his expression as it became so soft. “Co-command me and I’ll-”
“I know,” he smiled. “Everything you said, I will take it and give it back to you.” He blew a kiss to you.
One of my first stories is coming back! Brict the Goblin Prince has gotten a fresh coat of paint and been rewritten, with lots more added. Our reader is being forced into a marriage, and the lovely Brict is their future groom. Perhaps they will be a match?
Extra long story!
Original
Nonbinary Reader (afab) x Male Monster
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You had always dreamed of what your wedding would be like. As a small child you used to play it out with all your dolls and stuffed animals. You would make our own wedding outfit and walk down an aisle with a sheet serving as a veil.
All you wanted was to have the biggest, most beautiful wedding that anyone had ever seen. It had never occurred to you to think about a groom or who you would be walking up the aisle towards. You wanted the big white alter, the flowers, the beautiful flower girl and to dance.
Now that your big day was here, you wanted anything else. Your arranged marriage had taken place a few years ago, but you always figured it would fall through or never happen. But your betrothed was eager and was constantly asking for a date from your father. He soon grew too impatient and backed your father into a corner.
The Goblin kingdom had been fighting over borders with your family’s kingdom for ages. As long as you could remember fights and war were fought on the horizon outside your window. All the guards in the castle were now men younger than you. All the strong and older knights were off fighting.
It wasn’t until the crowned prince of the goblins came forward, asking for your hand in marriage that any peace was struck. You had agreed to it if only to help your kingdom. Your father and mother were dead set against it, but you had seen too many friends go off to wage war and die. You knew the same could be said for the prince.
You had been the one who had hoped you could delay the proceedings as much as possible. But soon, the prince became much too overbearing, and your father had to concede to his demands.
Now, you were in your dream wedding attire, about to have the wedding you always had longed for. But you were daydreaming of someway it would never happen. Perhaps a dragon would attack the church and eat the prince. Maybe a knight would come in and save you. Perhaps the dam would break, and everyone would be swept away.
You sigh heavily as you look at your reflection, seeing someone you didn’t quite recognize. There is a knock at your chamber doors, and you don’t even turn.
“Come in,” you murmur.
The door creak opens and closes quietly. “My darling.”
You look up in the mirror, seeing the goblin prince, Brict, my betrothed. He’s standing at the door, dressed in his wedding finery.
“What are you doing here?” You ask with a quiet voice.
“I wanted to talk,” he says. “Is that ok?”
You look down at your hands “You aren’t supposed to see me before the wedding,” you mumble, not really feeling it.
“That’s human tradition,” he says as he walks into the room. He’s barefoot, his three toed feet exposed. For a creature so short, the goblins have big feet. “It is usually goblin tradition that we spend the week leading up the wedding alone and secluded, sharing everything.”
You look back up to the mirror, seeing his dark brown eyes looking at you. His hand is stretched out, and a finger gently pets a loose curl going down your back.
You turn abruptly, and Brict takes a few steps back. His eyes go wide as you stare him down. “What do you want to talk about.”
Brict stands straight, and he clears his throat. “I wanted to let you know I’ve planned us a romantic honeymoon. I was told you like to swim and enjoy the ocean, so I found a place at the coast that will be-” he slows and tilts his head. His great big, bat-wing like ears flick, and he looks over you.
“What?” You snap at him.
“You’re crying,” Brict says.
You quickly whip back around to the mirror and see tears streaming down your cheeks. “Oh no,” you gasp as you reach for a handkerchief.
“Are you…” Brict hesitates. “Are you unhappy?”
You sniffle, weeping into the handkerchief. “Just go! What does it matter now?”
“I thought-” his voice chokes off. “Oh no,” he murmurs as he steps back. “I thought this was what you wanted?”
You turn back to face Brict. “Why would I want this?” You cry. “Why would I ever want to be married to something like you?”
His eyes widen, and you instantly regret your words.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “This is just...not at all what I wanted.”
“I thought when you agreed,” Brict’s voice wavers, obviously still hurt by your blow. “That’s why I was so eager.” His ears fold back. “Why did you agree even when your parents didn’t want it?”
“I wanted to end the war,” you say. “I wanted it done with! Why did you ask for my hand if not for that?”
Brict hesitates. “It was a bonus, to be certain,” he mutters. “But-” his ears twitch, and he looks down. His big nose seems to take up most of his face. “I have always loved you.”
You furrow your brow at him. “Excuse me?”
Brict looks back up at you. “It was love at first sight,” he says. “Back during the High Council in Obresh that Nictis had hosted.” He swallows nervously. “I saw you there, and I was overwhelmed-” he chuckles. “It wasn’t until later I learned that you were supposed to be my sworn enemy. But I still only saw love when I thought of you.”
You avert your eyes from him. “Oh,” you mutter.
“Guess I was so excited, I had invented the idea in my head that you had fallen for me as well,” he laughs. “My mistake. My mom always said being a romantic would get me into trouble. Well, here it is,” he flaps his arms out.
Brict reaches into his pocket and pulls out another handkerchief. “Here,” he offers it to you.
You tentatively take it and dab your eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t apologize,” Brict chuckles. “I was warned that I was-” he shakes his head. “Never mind.”
You sniffle and glance over Brict. Standing tall, he barely came up to your breasts. If his ears stood on end, they’d touch your collarbone. He had long black hair that was slicked back and tied into an elegant braid. He looked uncomfortable in his suit. After all, even Goblin royals didn’t wear much clothing.
“Maybe we should have done that week,” you huff. “And gotten all this out of the way.”
Brict’s eyes go bright, and his ears stand up. “You’re right!” He gasps. “Please,” he takes hold of your hands. “Stop crying. Let me make this right.”
“What’re you talking about?” You sniffle.
“Give me a week,” he says. “Let’s delay the wedding.”
You stare at Brict like he’s insane. “You can’t delay it now! Not when all the guests are here, and everyone is waiting! My dad thinks you’re angry at him!”
“I’ll make this right. Let me handle all that wrath.” He brushes his strange fingers across your cheek. “We’ll take our honeymoon now and give ourselves that week.” he gives you a determined smile. “I promise, I’ll make you fall for me.”
You still give him that crazy stare, but you did say you would do anything to delay this wedding for whatever reason. It wasn’t exactly the dragon you were praying for, but it was an out.
You nod slowly. “Ok.” You wipe at your eyes. “Ok sure. You try and do that.”
Brict grins and gives your hand a tight squeeze. “I promise. This will make everything better!” He kisses your gloved hand and leaves in a rush.
Somehow, Brict announcing to the full church that the wedding was being delayed by a week didn’t erupt in instant war and bloodshed. He instead offered logging and anything the guests would need. He opened his kingdom to those who wanted to stay and wait. You weren’t too sure on the details, but somehow, no one seemed too upset.
The next day, you were in a carriage heading to the coast where Brict had arranged for your honeymoon. Now, it was to be your Elamot Week, as it’s known to goblins. It was a week where the bride and groom spend alone together. They get used to living with one another as well as growing closer before the wedding.
It was a strange tradition for you, but you were just glad to escape the wedding for another week. You’re wearing a new outfit made for you. Brict, on the other hand, has a piece of cloth wrapped down his chest and waist. It barely covers him.
You knew you would have to get used to the goblin’s version of modesty, but this was a bit much, It almost felt like Brict was trying to show off something. You tried not to look, but you always didn’t want to be rude to Brict.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Brict says.
You fidget in your seat. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to uhm...so much skin.” You murmur.
Brict looks down. “I feel overdressed actually. Not as much as yesterday, but-” he then chuckles. “I still wanted to look nice for you.”
You sigh and relax into your seat as the carriage bobs along. “Thank you, for yesterday.”
“I would do anything for you,” Brict replies brightly. “You need to know this,” he smiles. “I will always be on your side.”
You look at him and can’t help but smile. “What I said-”
“It’s in the past,” he waves his hand out. “I understand. You didn’t know me, and I only knew the romanticized you in my mind. I’m hoping we can both cure this by the end of the week.”
You can already smell the ocean and the beach. Glancing out your window, you see the wide expanse of the horizon turn into nothing but water. You grin, unable to hold back your excitement.
“You really do love the water,” Brict says, reminding you of his presence.
You sit back down. “Yes,” you murmur. “I love to swim.”
“Hopefully, it will be warm enough for that,” Brict replies. “To be honest, I never have.”
You stare at him and gasp. “You can’t swim?”
He wags his finger. “I didn’t say can’t,” he corrects.
“But you said you never have!” You’re so alarmed by this. Swimming has always been your favorite thing in the world. It seems absurd to you that someone doesn’t know how or has never been. “If you’ve never been how can you?”
“I’m sure I can swim if I tried it,” he chuckles.
“It’s not so easy,” you lean forward in your seat. “The water isn’t something to be trifled with you know?”
Brict grins. “I like the look in your eyes. You’re even more beautiful than the day I first saw you.”
Your cheeks ache with heat, and you glance aside. A smile still blossoms on your face. “Thank you,” you murmur.
The small cottage that Brict bought was cozy. It had just a handful of rooms, and only one of them held a bed. It was apparent Brict had ideas when he got this place.
“You can have the bed,” Brict says. “I can find somewhere to curl up and sleep.”
“No,” you scratch the back of your neck. “It’s big enough,” you murmur. “I mean...the whole point of the Elamot is to share, right?”
Brict tries to bite back a grin, but you caught it. “I promise, I won’t do anything unless you ask for it.” He then takes off the clothes he’s wearing.
“What-” you yelp and bounce on your toes. “What...what are you doing?”
“Oh,” he rubs his hand down his hairy chest. “I was just getting comfortable.”
You look away, holding your breath.
“Elamot usually is spent completely naked,” he explains. “I thought you knew that.”
You huff and swallow the lump in your throat back down. “I did-” your voice cracks. “I just thought.” You glance at him, your eyes lingering a bit. You snap your attention away again. “I’ve never-” you place your palms over your stomach and chest.
“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable,” Brict says. “Do you want me to dress again?”
“No,” you murmur. “You’re being accommodating for me, I should...do the same for you.” You look back at him. “Give me some time to...feel comfortable with it.”
“Of course,” Brict takes your hand and kisses the inside of your palm.
After unpacking, you walk outside and onto the beach. You take off your shoes, letting your toes sink into the sand. The air is crisp, and the spray of the ocean makes it freezing. You still step out, hiking up your skirt as you wade into the chilled water.
You look down, seeing how high you’ve raised your hem. Your stomach churns with nerves, but you take off your clothes and feel the cold breeze on your bare body. You clutch the clothes to your chest and turn to step out of the water. You see Brict standing on the porch of the house, and you hesitate.
“Is it cold?” He calls out to you, his eyes shining.
You nod, remaining silent.
“Then come inside,” his voice is suddenly breathy and quiet.
You step back onto the sand and walk up to the house. You take Brict’s hand as you hold your breath. You’re both silent as you walk back inside. You feel strange, so naked and uncovered as you are. But Brict is also naked. There should be no reason to feel this exposed.
“Go sit down, I got the fire started,” Brict finally says. “I’ll pour us a drink.”
You brush your fingers down your middle. You then touch Brict’s shoulder. “Thank you,” you say. “And you were right, it’s much too cold to go swimming.”
Brict smiles at you, capturing your hand and kissing the center of your palm again. “It will be warmer soon.”
You walk over to the fireplace, sitting down in front of it. You pull your knees to your chest. You bite back a smile.
Brict joins you, carrying two glasses of dark red wine. “Here you go.”
“This looks lovely,” you say.
“Not half as lovely as you on the beach,” Brict sighs. “I must admit, seeing you out there stole ten years off my life.”
You sputter as you giggle and a little wine drips down between your breasts. You notice the look in Brict’s eyes as he watches that single drop slide down. He licks his lips, and you feel a flutter in your belly.
“Made a mess,” you murmur, wiping it up with your finger.
Brict clears his throat and glances back towards the fire. “Are you sure about the sleeping situation?”
“Kind of,” you admit. “I guess we’ll find out.”
He nods. “Right.”
You touch his shoulder and stroke down his arm. “You’re much more muscular than I thought,” you say. “You’re very fit.”
Brict’s breath shudders. “Yes. I do the same training regiment as my men do,” he replies. “It’s only fair.”
“I also didn’t realize goblins were so hairy,” you comb your fingers through his chest hair, and you can feel the spike in his pulse. “I thought you were all smooth.”
“Hardly,” Brict’s laugh is nervous.
You brush your fingers along his cheek and up his ear. Once you touch his ear, he wrenches back and whimpers.
“Sorry,” you gasp.
“No, no,” his ears flick back. “My ears are uhm...sensitive.”
You nod. “I’ll be careful,” you bite your lip.
You sit in silence for a while. Soon, the wine is gone, and the fire is only glowing embers. Brict takes your empty glass.
“It’s late,” he says. “Go on to bed.”
You stand up from the sofa as he takes the glasses to the kitchen. You go to the bedroom, pulling back the blankets and slipping into the cold sheets. You shiver as you try to warm up the bed. For some reason, Brict doesn’t come right away.
After a while, Brict walks into the dark room and climbs into bed. He lays on top of the covers.
You roll over and touch his back. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Oh,” he murmurs. “I thought you were asleep.”
You shake your head. “No uhm...the bed is cold.”
“Then why should I get under the blankets?” Brict teases.
“Ah-” you giggle. “Ok, that’s fair.”
Brict moves under the blankets, and you can feel his body warmth close to you. You inch closer, placing your hand on his back.
“Are you that cold?” He asks.
You press your chest to his back, and a low moan escapes his lips. “I am,” you whisper, trembling slightly.
You pet your hand along his thigh, and your fingertips brush along his shaft. Brict’s back stiffens, and he presses closer to you.
“Is this what you want?” He asks.
You nod as you take his cock into your hand, stroking it slowly. You feel it get hotter and thicker, you feel his pulse pounding and his blood surge. He groans and grunts as you touch him.
“Why?” Brict pants.
“I like how I feel with you,” you confess. “I feel free and safe,” you pant into his ear. “And when I saw you naked...I grew hot.”
Brict rolls over, kissing you and placing his hands on your body. His cock rubs against your belly, smearing precum along your skin.
“Why did you get hot?” He growls into your ear. His fingers pet down your belly and comb through the fluff of your mound.
You bite back a moan as his fingers open your folds and find your clit. “You looked handsome,” you moan. “Anh-” you cry out. “Rugged-” you grunt. “Manly.”
“Did I not look that way yesterday?” Brict growls as his fingers sink inside you.
“No,” you whimper.
Brict chuckles as he bites your nipple and nuzzles between your breasts. “I’m glad,” he sighs. “I saw you staring, but I thought it was another reason.”
You arch your back as his fingers move inside your cunt. “Your cock too-” you mewl. “It looked. Unh-” you squeeze around his fingers.
“What?” Brict suckles your breast, tugging on it and shaking his head. “What about my dick?”
“It looks big,” you mewl.
Brict kisses your hard. “Really?” He grins. “Not seen a pickle that big around the royal castle?”
You bite your lip as you look into his heated eyes. “I’ve spied...a few times,” you admit. “Sometimes when the guards would bathe.” You stroke your palm down his chest and grasp his cock again. “Even soft-” you pant.
“Do you want me inside then?” Brict pulls his fingers out.
You nod. “I mean...we are sharing all this week,” you kiss him and lick his lips.
“Oof-” Brict grunts with a grin. “Now you’re really sure?” he asks as he nestled between your thighs. “This isn’t the wine talking is it?”
You shake your head and place your hands on his chest. “You impressed me,” you moan as you feel his cock sliding against your folds.
“Is that all it took?” Brict grunts as he moves into place. His cock slides up and down your slit, and you can hear your wetness as he sloshes about.
You grown and your lashes flutter. “I’m also really horny,” you confess.
Brict kisses your belly and breasts. “Let me cure that for you then.”
You bite your cheek as his cock spears inside. You groan and squeeze around him. Brict jerks, gasping for breath.
“Easy now,” he moans. “First time doing this.”
You gasp. “You’re a virgin.”
He moves slowly looking down and watching as your pussy takes him. “Yeah, or was,” he smirks. “I’ve been saving myself for the right person.”
You squeeze around him again. “I’ve only ever touched,” you moan. “You’re my first too.”
Brict bends down to kiss you, barely making your chin. “That makes me happy to hear.” he sits back up, rolling his hips. “Does this feel right?”
You nod. “Mm-hm,” you lock your legs around his waist. “Keep going.” You reach down, stroking your clit as he moves inside you.
You’re both panting and moaning, tangling together. At one point, you switch places. You straddle Brict’s hips, riding him. It takes you a while to figure out how to move and get a rhythm, but soon, you’re bouncing on him and liking it.
Brict’s hands grab your hips, and his fingers dig into your thighs. He rises up, arching his hips and meeting you. He drives himself inside, and you feel a heat quickening in your belly. You grind him inside, feeling the heat build.
Brict snarls and grunts. “I’m cumming,” he moans. “Oh god...I’m going to cum.”
You gasp and shudder, not really hearing him. You hear a roaring in your ears as the heat explodes from within. You cry out, clamping down around his cock right as he blows. You feel him surging inside you and looking down, you see his cum dribbling down his shaft.
You flop down onto the bed, curling into his chest.
“Wow,” Brict pants.
You giggle and kiss his chest and neck. “That was so good,” you stretch and wiggle your toes.
“Well, the bed is certainly warm now,” Brict sighs in triumph.
You reach down, feeling the sopping mess between your legs. Your vulva is hot and a little sore, but it feels so good. “You came a lot,” you sigh.
“Sorry,” he groans. “I should’ve asked.”
You kiss him then lick his ear making his body quiver. “I think I wanted it that way,” you purr.
Brict strokes your cheek and looks into your eyes. “Was that really ok?” He asks. “We’ve only been here a day, I didn’t expect things to happen so quickly.”
“Neither did I,” you whisper. “But my body-” you sigh. “I felt it so fast and so deep.” You kiss Brict again and then lay your head to his chest. “It was that love at first sight.”
“Hey,” he growls. “You only felt that after seeing me naked. What gives?” He bites the tip of your ear. “Did you only want me for my body?”
“No,” you mewl in protest. “Of course not. I think well...maybe I just needed to see all of you first. You looked so strange in uncomfortable in that suit yesterday. That wasn’t really you.” You pet down his body. “This is you.”
He grunts. “Ok, I’ll let that slide.” He rolls you over and nuzzles between your breasts and lays on them like a pillow. “Well, now what are we supposed to do all week?”
“You know exactly what we’re going to do,” you purr. “Until the water warms, we’re staying in this bed all cozy and warm.”
Brict chuckles. “Cozy and warm eh?” He squeezes your breast in his hand. “I’m starting to feel cozy again already.”
You wake up the next morning with your head on Brict’s chest. He’s snoozing soundly and doesn’t budge as you sit up. You stretch and yawn, hearing the waves crashing outside. You hear rain and wind and the whole room is chilled.
“Get back in bed,” Brict grumbles.
“It’s storming,” you murmur.
Brict throws you down in bed and tucks you in. “exactly. I’ll go light the fire. You stay here.” He kisses your cheek.
“Thank you,” you murmur to him.
Brict smiles at you, a dreamy look in his eyes before he leaves the room. “Always,” he whispers to you.
You snuggle back into the blankets and listen to the storm raging outside. When Brict returns, he smells a bit like ash. You open the covers for him and kiss him.
“No swimming today, I’m afraid,” Brict sighs.
“That’s ok,” you murmur as he lays his head on your breast. “I don’t feel like moving today.”
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The chill of the mountains is not something you’ve gotten used to over time like everything else. Waking up knowing that the floor is going to be ice cold and the day won’t warm until after the noon sun rises above the peaks has been the hardest thing you have had to acclimate to. Everything else about your life in the goblin royal palace has been fine. Until recently, that is.
“Good morning, your highness!” You’re greeted chipperly as you make your way to the warm dining hall.
“Good morning.” You clutch a robe around you while most of the goblins in the halls still go around near nude. It reminded you of how much you missed your husband’s own naked form.
All the uproar and commotion caused by the recent unification has kept your husband, the now King Brict, away on important matters. He’s been going across the Cobra Strait often to the Rakshasa Kingdom.
“You have a letter this morning.” You’re greeted with a tray of mail as soon as you sit at the table, your back turned to the massive fireplace.
You excitedly reach for the stack of letters, hoping to see one from your husband. “Thank you Grit!” You exclaim to your advisor.
Grit adds logs to the fire while you search the stack of letters. The usual ones from your family in Charbagne, your sister and her husband Ikid, along with some from your friends scattered amongst the empire. You then find one from Brict and happily tear into it.
Grit joins you at the table, serving you coffee while you peruse the letter. He looks at you just as your expression drops and your guts sink into the pit of your stomach.
“He’s not coming home,” you mutter.
Grit sets the coffee pot aside as you stare at your empty plate and slowly move the letter into your lap where you can’t see it.
“There must be some mistake, your highness.” Grit takes the letter from you. “He said he would return in time for the Festival of Cups.”
“He can’t make it,” you murmur. “There’s too much going on.”
Grit huffs and places his hand upon your arm. “I’ll write back to him and insist that-”
You move away from the table, pushing your chair back. “There’s no need. If he’s not coming back for the festival, then this must be important to him. I wouldn’t dare call him away if that’s the case.”
He looks from you, to the letter, and then to your untouched coffee cup. “Your highness, what about your breakfast?”
“I’m not hungry.” You leave the dining hall, going back into the cold hallway.
It was hard enough dealing with all these royal matters by yourself, but you had been glad to do it to help your husband. Brict was working so hard to assure your kingdom remained safe and protected, the least you could do was assure his home was also left in the same care. What hurt was the rumors that had spread, and the whispers she heard in the corners. No heir had been produced yet, and that of course got everyone talking.
You had decided to go to the study in order to do some work, but instead you bypassed it and went into your chambers where you laid down upon the bed.You missed your husband beside you, you missed him holding you and kissing you. You had never felt such loneliness as you did without Brict there.
He had been so attentive and loving during your first few months together. Ever since the Elamont you took, the two of you had been inseparable. This sudden separation made you wonder if he was staying away because he was bored with you now, maybe even annoyed. Your thoughts wander along these darks paths that you try to avoid, but the more he’s absent the further you travel down them. The rumors spreading about didn’t help either. Some days it felt like Grit and his family were the only comfort you had.
Grit’s wife, Tulka, who was also Brict’s elder sister, came into your room later that day. She sat by you on the bed and stroked your hand.
“I don’t think wallowing in your sadness again will do anyone any good. But if you cannot rise, I understand,” she says calmly.
You sigh heavily, slowly sitting up to look her in the eye. “I know what he’s doing is important. I just feel like-no, never mind.” You look away towards the window.
Tulka squeezes your hand tight. “Never mind the never mind, you finish what you started. Tell me, and if I hear what I think I am going to, I’ll go and fetch that twirp of a king myself.”
You shook your head. “No, Tulka, I wouldn’t dare do that to him.”
Tulka frowned and her ears went down. “It doesn’t matter, he’s hurting you, and I know my brother. If he knew that, he’d understand and come home. He could do his business from here.”
“I know it’s important to him, and it’s important to me. Everything he’s doing is for the good of the kingdom. But I feel...forgotten.”
Tulka took in a deep steadying breath then she let it out slowly. “Okay, that’s it, I’m kicking his ass.” She stands but you grab her to stop.
“Tulka! No!”
“I’m doing it,” she argues. “I’m hopping on the next boat across the Cobra Strait and I am kicking his ass!”
“Then I would really be lonely!”
Tulka’s expression softens again and she sits back beside you, putting her arms around you in a tight embrace. “Don’t be so pitiful, my sister. He’ll come back, and when he does, you may chain him to the bed and I will not tell a soul.”
You smile. “Thank you.”
Tulka sighs as she pulls back. “But at the very least, write him a letter, tell him how you feel. I’m sure he’d understand-”
You shake your head. “I don’t want him to worry. I also don’t want him thinking I’m being selfish.”
Tulka growls and rolls her eyes. “But you aren’t! You’re asking your husband to come home because you need him. That’s not selfish.”
“But his work-”
Tulka pinches your nose and shakes your head back and forth. “Then leave things to Grit and I and you go kick his ass.”
You cup your hand around your nose once she lets go. “Go to Rakshasa Country?”
Tulka nods. “Consider it a vacation, a second honeymoon. And then you kick his ass for me and for you.”
You glance away. “But I promised him-”
Tulka claps her hands hard together. “He promised to be home! We all make promises and sometimes we have to break them. So since he broke your heart you should break one of his legs.”
“No!” You gasp.
Tulka broke into a grin. “I’ll arrange it with Grit to get you to Rakshasa Country. We can take care of things here, so don't worry about anything. I’ll even send you with Riox & Elta so you won’t be alone, plus they’ve been wanting to travel. Grit and I could use some alone time without the kids anyways.”
You thought for a moment. You did enjoy spending time with Riox and Elta, and you were eager to see brict again more than anything. “Perhaps it will be okay.”
Tulka’s smile grows brighter. “It will be. And if Brict is doing anything awful, I’ll tell my children to stab his feet.”
The next day, you’re sent down the mountain and from there you head to Obresh. Riox and Elta are full of excitement, never having left the Stohbulk mountains before. The eager thirteen year olds constantly talk about what they’ll do during their travels, which helps ease your mind. Once you’re on the ship to Obresh your nerves return and your thoughts turn back down those dark paths.
“Auntie,” Elta tugs your sleeve, “what’s Rakshasa Country like?”
She pulls you from your thoughts and you look into her eager eyes. “Oh well, I haven’t been there since I was your age, but I can remember how colorful it was.”
“Colorful?” Riox approaches, sheathing his dagger.
You nod and sit with them. “They have lots of spices down there, many of which can be used as dyes. So they have all sorts of colorful clothing and decor. Then even have a festival every year to celebrate that.”
“Like the festival of cups?” Riox asks excitedly.
You smile. “Close, only they celebrate by throwing colorful powders into the air rather than with the various drinks made throughout the year.”
“Is that why Uncle Brict has stayed so long?” Elta asks.
You hesitate for a moment, licking your lips and forcing yourself to maintain your smile. “I’m not sure. I know he’s taking care of some very important work.”
“Why would he stay for work though?” Riox grimaces.
“Because he’s king,” you say. “That’s his job.”
Riox’s brow pinches. “Isn’t he supposed to be king at Stohbulk?”
You close your mouth and sigh. “Being a royal is more complicated than that. Just know your uncle is doing what he thinks is best.”
The journey across the Cobra Strait is relatively peaceful and quick. Once you land, you’re taken from the Rakshasa ports and into the royal city.
“Everything is so pretty!” Elta exclaims, nearly hanging out the carriage window.
Riox looks back in with a wide expression. “There’s no rocks here!”
You smile. “We’re technically in an oasis, this is actually a desert.” Both kids lean out the window as the carriage comes to the royal palace. You’re taken into the palace and given a warm welcome. You’re taken to the chambers where the kids would be staying, and then a staff member offers to take you to Brict.
“I’m not sure where he is now, but I can show you to his chambers,” the maid says.
“Does he know I’ve arrived?” You ask.
“He was given word a few days ago you’d be coming,” she replies, “but I don’t think he knows you’re here now.”
Brict’s room is just down the hall from Riox’s and Elta’s. The maid opens the door for you and inside you see Brict with another woman. Your heart drops into your chest and all color fades from your face.
Brict looks up and seeing you he stands up from the table. “You’re here!”
You look towards the woman who also rises from the table, her hair is pure white, but that is all you can stand to look at. Your head is spinning, faster and faster. You don’t want him to see you cry so you turn away and start walking.
“Wait!” Brict calls after you.
You run as you hear him approaching. You sprint down the hallway, turning the corner. You don’t stop, you barely acknowledge where you’re going. All you want to do is get away. You then turn another corner and crash into an imposing figure. He grabs you up and steadies you.
“Careful now, easy,” he chuckles. “You’re running around like my Nicolai.”
You push against the giant figure and the tears find you. The rise up quickly, pouring from your sockets as your face goes even redder.
“What’s this?” The polar bear brushes away your tears as you try to keep your sobs restrained. “I don’t know you, but if you need to cry you ran into me for a reason.”
You start shaking, digging your hands into the polar bear’s arm. Tears flow and you fall into the polar bear’s chest.
“There, there strange woman.” He pets your back. “The heat here gets to me too.”
You sob angrily into his chest while clinging to the thin tunic he wore. All your dark thoughts had been correct, Brict had been staying for another reason, a woman reason.
“There you are!” Brict huffs and puffs. “What are you doing? Why did you run like that?”
“Is this yours?” The polar bear asks.
Brict sighs. “That’s my wife! I’ve been expecting her, but suddenly she just bolted away from me.”
“Wife!” You roar and turn around to face him. “Now I am your wife?”
Brict's eyes widen and his ears go back. “Yes! Of course you’re my wife, now and always. What has gotten into you?”
Too many emotions are spilling out at once, you can’t grip onto just one, you can barely speak. You glare at him, tears still falling. The woman with white hair steps around the corner.
“That!” You point at her. “What is that?”
The woman scoffs. “Excuse me?”
Brict’s ears perked up and his jaw dropped. “Darling, this is my friend! She’s this fellow's wife.” He points to the polar bear you are still clinging to. “Katrina and I are just friends. We were having tea while discussing trades between our kingdoms.”
The polar bear grins. “I was spending time with Amit, so I didn’t join them.”
“Then why won’t you come home?” You snap.
Brict’s eyes flicked down. “Gregori, Katrina, please excuse us. I’ll take my wife and talk to her in private.”
Katrina eyed Brict closely. The blood red of her eyes made her gaze so much more severe. “You left this darling woman alone?”
Brict’s body stiffened. “I had to for-”
“How long?” Katrina pried. “I did not think to ask this when you kept babbling on about her, but how long have you left her alone?”
“Months!” You spit out.
Katrina clicked her tongue. “I see.”
“No, no,” Brict gasps, “Katria it isn’t-”
Katrina steps around him, coming towards you. “I am surprised she has not slapped you yet. If my Gregori were to leave me alone and unattended for months at a time, I would have him hunted down like a deer and then chained to my wall.”
Brict’s ears go back and his jaw closes tight.
Katrina looks at you. “I am sorry for the trouble I have caused. But trust me, your husband and I are only friends. And as far as I know he has remained faithful to you all this time. He barely talks about anything else than you.” She cuts her eyes back to Brict. “I would have assumed he was more reliable than what he has been showing.”
“Can I have my wife, please?” Brict asks weakly.
Katrina looks back at you. “Do you want him?”
Gregori’s huge paws come down onto your shoulders; they’re warm and comforting, which helps to ease your tensions. “I suppose. Thats why I am here.”
Katrina eases in closer to you. “I have paddles and whips in my chambers if you want them. Gregori’s rear needs to rest.”
Your brow furrows. “Pardon?”
Brict comes up, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. “Thank you both, but I should talk to my wife now.”
“I will send my son after you with his sword should you continue to disappoint this lovely lady more.” Katrina offers the warning with a terrifying glare.
Brict hurries you down the hall, trying to keep hold of your hand which you pull away. He looks up at you with guilt and disappointment.
“Are you still mad?” He asks.
“I don’t know,” you huff. “I’m a bit confused.”
Brict takes you into his chambers. He clears up papers from the table but you stride away and stand before the window.
“I was so excited to see you,” he starts. “I couldn’t believe you were coming all this way. I’ve missed you so-”
“Then why not come home?” You murmur. “You promised me.”
Brict is quiet for a spell. He then comes up beside you. “So much has been happening, and I wanted to assure that our mountains would be safe. Then I started realizing how good this all is. Meeting all these royals and nobles who could open up the world for us.”
You clench your fists tight. “Couldn’t you do that at home?”
“I can accomplish more here.” Brict takes hold of one of your fists. “I missed you like mad, but I wanted to make you proud. I wanted to come home with some many victories to show you.”
You turn to him, opening up your hand so you can hold his hand. “I am proud of you, all the time. You don’t need to try and win anything to do that. I just want you home.”
Brict squeezes your hand and lowers his head. “I’m so sorry, I should have known that. I got caught up in all of it.”
“All this time I didn’t want to bother you, but Tulka and Grit insisted. But I’ve been so miserable without you, especially as it’s gotten colder.” You touch his cheek and lift his eyes back to you. “I’m sorry if I’m selfish, but I want you home with me.”
Brict’s smile was small and apologetic. He kissed your palm and held it to his cheek. “I will. But you must be tired, come lay down.” He brings you to the bed and pulls back the blankets for you.
“I’m sorry I made a scene,” you sigh.
“Don’t worry. I suppose I earned it.” He sits beside you as you get into bed. “How was your trip?”
“It was nice. The children had fun, which kept my mind off things.” You look into his dark eyes and smile. “Can you lay down with me?”
“Do you want me to?”
You pat the bed beside you. “It’s all I want.”
“Well then,” he chuckles, “I have to.” He stands and removes his clothing, bringing a smile and heat to your face.
“You still act like when we were on our Elamont.” Brict kisses your cheek and moves his lips to your neck. “So shy but so happy to stare.”
You moan softly as his lips brush against your skin. “Don’t tease me right now.”
Brict presses a loving kiss to your lips. “I like it. But I must admit, if I were to see anymore of your skin right now, I would burst.”
You muzzle to his neck and put your arm around him. “Just hold me right now.”
Brict puts his arms around you, missing your temple and smelling your hair. “I have missed you.”
“I know,” you whisper.
Brict eases you down onto the bed, kissing you and slowly opening your dress. He kisses down your neck, between your breasts as he opens your clothes. You moan and cup your hand over your mouth as he exposes your breasts, holding them in his strong hands.
“Just relax, I’ll take care of everything,” Brict murmurs. His long tongue glides over your nipples before his mouth comes down upon one. You whimper loudly then bite down upon your finger. You haven’t been touched in so long it is aching for this moment.
Brict pulls up with a pop then kisses your nipple softly. He moves to the other, sucking it and making you squeal.
He chuckles as he raises his head. “My sweet love, I owe you so much more than this.” He sits up, removing your clothes so you’re as bare as he his. His warm hands trail down your body, over your belly, your hips. He pushes your thighs open to gaze down below. His eyes shine bright and he licks his lips hungrily.
“I forgot how delectable you were.” He lowers down, kissing your navel and thighs. “All the more reason I need to return home.”
Your lashes flutter before you close them. You reach down, running your fingers through Brict’s long hair. He breathes against your thighs before his warm, wet tongue pushes between the lips below.
“Brict-” you moan.
He growls against you, opening you with his tongue and lips. His nose grinds against that sensitive bud while his long tongue burrows inside. You sigh in relief, opening yourself up more for his ease.
Brict slurps and ease up, moving his lips around your clit while his long fingers slip inside. Your breath hitches as you throw your head back, drowning in the delicious touch he brings. Your inner walls tighten around his fingers, which makes their aim more directed. He moans against your clit, licking and suckling until your knees begin to tremble. His dark eyes flick up to you, and you know you’re done for.
So many lonely nights are washed away with one tremendous spike of pleasure. You cry again as you’re overwhelmed by his affections. His touch, his love, all of it mingle and tingle within you until you can no longer breathe.
Brict lies beside you, kissing your neck and cheek until your vision returns. You look at him, sated and breathless from his touch. You kiss him, accepting his apology and affections.
“How do you feel?” He whispers.
“Much better,” you smile. “What about you?”
He butts his forehead to yours. “Later. I just want to know that you’re happy.”
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After heading home to Sothbulk, Brict took you back to the site where you had first fallen for him; The small cottage that overlooks the ocean.
“It’ll be good to spend some time here,” Brict says. “We’ve been apart for too long, and we need to reconnect.” He was already removing his clothes even before you walked into the cottage.
“I won’t argue with spending time alone with you, but I don’t want to burden Tulka and Grit either.” You step inside the cottage and you remember the first time you walked through those doors. You had been so weary of your husband to be, so unsure of the arrangement between you. You then look down, seeing your husband had taken off the last of his clothes, and you remember exactly what made you first fall for him.
“Darling,” you giggle girlishly. “You know what you do to me in that state.”
Brict poses, showing himself off to you. His strong arms and toned legs haven’t changed, but there is a certain softness to his belly that wasn’t there before. “I can’t help it, I wanted to feel comfortable, I haven’t been able to really undress since I left home. Here, I can let myself be as free as I wish.” His dark eyes narrowed upon you as his grin grew. “I can’t help it that you get salacious when you see me this way.”
You glance away shyly, cheeks warm but your loins even warmer. “You look as though you’ve put on a little weight since you’ve been away.”
Brict laughed and smacked his belly. “I haven’t done any of my training like I usually do. I hope you’ll tolerate the jelly belly while I have it.”
You smile at him as you tiptoe closer. “I think it’s cute. I was thinking of something else.” You bend over, stroking your hand down his side then firmly gripping his rear. “This looks more plump than usual.” His backside is softer than usual, but more pronounced and shapely.
Brict clenches at your touch then clears his throat in an attempt to cover it. “Yes, well-” He giggles as you squeeze. “As long as it pleases you, my dear.”
You kiss him, placing your hands upon his shoulders then upon his cheeks. “Everything about you is pleasing,” you whisper into his ear.
Brict lets out a breath and chuckles. “Easy now, it’s been too long, I might claw you down onto the floor right now.”
You smirk and kneel down before him, kissing his ribs and stomach while your hands take hold of his hips.
Brict licks his lips and his eyes dart around the room. He looks down upon you, eyes lidded as he takes in the scene. “Darling, what are you doing?”
“You can’t tell?” You smooth your hands around his thighs, working them up until you cup his manhood in your palm.
Brict hisses, closing his eyes while he swallows hard. “I was hoping, I didn't think you’d go straight there once we arrived and uhm-” he gulps, “got comfortable.”
You palpate him in your hand, his warmth and girth so appealing. You kiss his belly, slowly moving down so your lips brush against the base of his shaft. Brict winces, letting out a small yelp. He places his hand on the back of your head as your kisses trail further.
“Your lips are so soft,” he moans. “So warm.” His lashes flutter then open up wide as your touch continues. “Darling-”
You kiss along his expanding shaft, knowing just how wonderfully engorged he can get. You place your lips upon his tip then teasingly dart your tongue along the glans.
Brict’s hand grasps tighter on the back of your head, his fingers tangling into your hair, pulling just enough that it’s a pleasurable sensation. “Darling-” he whimpers. “It’s been so long.”
You swirl your tongue around the head, tasting him and growing more aroused with each passing second. His moans and trembling thighs added to your pleasure, your joy in knowing that he was melting because of you.
“Do you like it?” You ask.
Brict grunt as he laughs, his chest puffing out as he tries to maintain his posture. “What a silly question. How could I not be pleased when your gorgeous mouth is touching me?” he smiled down at you then smoothes his fingers through your hair. “I’m the happiest goblin alive right now, thanks to those lips and that dirty mind controlling them.” His fingers scrape along your scalp, sending shivers down your spine.
“I’m glad, now, just give me a moment to get more comfortable.” You pull away so that you can take off your dress. You hold your breasts in your palms, bringing them close to Brict’s shaft. You gently press against him, rubbing yourself against his throbbing cock. His breath falters and you squish yourself tight against him. Brict whines and throws his head back, covering his face with both of his hands.
“Don’t do this to me!” He cries out for mercy.
His cock slides between your soft breasts and you hold them together so he is stuck between them. “Do you want me to stop then.”
“N-no! Of course not.” he cranes his neck back down to look at you. “If this is how you intend to play with me though, I may not make it.”
You squeeze your breasts around him tighter, watching him squirm. “I just like having my husband back. I want to touch him as much as I can.”
Brict whimpers. “You can touch me all you want, of course you can. But this-” He loses his breath as his cock vanishes between your breasts. “This is unfair!”
You release him, letting his cock spring out and nearly whack the tip of your nose. Precum leaks heavily from the tip, dripping down and splashing onto your breast. Brict grabs your shoulders so you stand and hurries you over to the sofa. There he lays you down and throws your ankles over your head before he eagerly drives himself into you.
You cry out upon that first thrust, taking his aroused rob deep inside you all at once. Brict breathed, watching how you wrap around him from below. His grin is greedy, almost drunken as he watches you squeeze around him.
“That’s unfair,” you whimper.
Brict moves slowly, pulling himself out to watch how wet his shaft has become. “We’re both done for now.”
You whimper and reach for him. “I want to feel you on top of me.”
Brict’s eyes soften and he pulls out from you so you can lay on the floor. Sunlight falls across your skin, feeling so warm and gentle even as Brict lays upon you. He presses his hairy chest into your breasts as he sinks himself back inside.
“Hold me,” he growls.
You wrap your arms around him, placing one hand at the back of his head. His long hair falls around his face and shoulders, thick luscious waves that shine like onyx. You smile up at him, his handsome face strained as he rocks his hips.
“You’re gripping me so hard,” he breathes.
“You’re so big, and I want you so badly.”
Brict’s smile returns as he breathes deep. “I wasn’t complaining, my darling.” He drives in hard, grinding himself in place before pulling out again. “I’m amazed I haven’t come yet.”
You comb your fingers through his hair and part your lips, whimpering gently for him as his powerful thrusts rock through your body. “I can’t wait to feel it.”
Brict shivers. “Don’t speak like that. I’ll become a monster.”
“Maybe you should.” You claw your fingers down through his chest hair and pinch his nipple. “I want everything you have.”
Brict bites his lip, slowly his pace until he stills. He pulls out, his cock slick with your cream. He wipes his brow, taking a few deep breaths as he stares down at your naked body. His dark eyes focus and he fixes his stance. He widens his knees apart, stiffens his back then lifts your hips off the ground. He places you in his lap, slowly sinking you upon his hard cock again. The angle makes it so his cock hits a spot inside you that makes your toes curl. You whine loudly as his hands go up your body and grab your breasts firmly in his three fingered clutches.
“Oh gods, Brict-” You pant.
He bounces his hips, thrusting up into you. The sensation is almost too much, it’s like lightning coursing through your body from the tip of his cock. He does this again and again, bouncing you on his lap while he fingers tug and pull your nipples. You cry out pitifully, being driven over the edge by his powerful prowess. You grab his hands, holding his wrists tight as his onslaught continues.
He then moves his hands, grabbing hold of your hips so your more ancored than before. His drive becomes harder, more satible. You cannot take much more and you end comes sooner than you expect. Your back arches off the ground and your vision fills with bright white stars. Brict’s voice barely reaches you as he snarls and growls until the world goes silent. You're wrapped up in warm, dappled sunlight both outside and in. You mind swoons, your breath falters and your back touches the cool floor again.
Brict’s labored breathing pulls you back and you see him slobbering above you. Below, his warmth has not left you and is still throbbing inside. You relax against the floor, falling from his lap and he lays on top of you.
“I don’t think I can move,” you mewl.
Brict muzzles against your breasts. “Neither can I.”
You smile tranquilly, closing your eyes as you bathe in this moment of sunlight and your husband’s body. You don’t move for quite some time, not until Brict rises and carries you to the bedroom.
“I don’t think I’ve been that ravenous since after our wedding.” Brict lays back, staring up the ceiling with a twinkle in his eye.
“You always feel that stirring to me,” you giggle.
Brict rolls over, his long hair falling off his shoulder as he kisses you. “I owe you so much more after all this time.”
You shush him and brush back his hair. “I am happy that you are here by my side. You do not need to shatter worlds again to appease me.”
“I like doing that though,” he laughs. “Making you come, seeing your eyes become lost in the delirium, it makes me want to grow rock hard all again.”
You bite your lip at his words. “I just like being close to you and feeling you against me.” You tuck his long hair behind his ear and trail your finger around the edge. Brict shudders, quickly grabbing your hand so you cannot touch more. His ears are so sensitive, and he’s probably not up to another round, just yet.
“Just tell me and I’ll be as close as you command.” He pet his hand down her center, stopping just above her mound. “Maybe even a little closer.”
You smirk and roll over onto your side so you can face him. “There is something I would like to talk to you about.”
“Oh boy, that’s your serious voice.” He rests his cheek into his palm. “What is it? Is something bothering you?”
You pout and shrug your shoulders up around your ears. “There have been some rumors going around the castle, and they sort of added to my concerns when I arrived in Rakshasa Country.”
Brict’s expression turned serious as he listens He places his hand upon your arm, and his eyes never leave your face.
“People think that I can’t have an heir,” you squeak out weakly.
Brict pulls you in, letting you press your forehead to his chest. “Stop right there. Even if that were true, it would not need the rumors or gossip I am certain are circulating. If we cannot make an heir together, I have Elta and Riox I would happily let lead. But we had both agreed during our Elamont that we would wait before having any children. Is that still what you want?”
“I am in no hurry to have children, but the whispering-”
Brict smiles and places a kiss upon your forehead. “I know, and I am sorry I was away so long to let them grow. But once we go home, I will make sure they become silent again. All the matters amongst whispers, is what is said between the two of us.”
You beam up at him, snuggling back into his body and pushing him down against the bed. “I know.”
Brict strokes your hair and chuckles. “When the time is right, we will have a child, no later and no sooner. But for now, we can grow our love and tend to it so when that happens, the child knows it’s born in a world of love.”
You raise your head, kissing him lovingly. “Thank you.”
“Oh now, don’t thank me,” he chuckles. He rises from bed, but makes you stay. “I’ll go get us something to drink. You rest here.”
Later that afternoon you and Brict are laid out upon the porch, watching the stars glow above the ocean. You sigh tranquially, breathing in the sea air you love so much. Brict’s hand upon your shoulder was warm, and it slowly went down your arm.
“I must ask, darling, what worried you so much about my absence? Did I say or do something that caused you to doubt?”
You sit up and look into his eyes. “It wasn’t something that happened all at once. I was never concerned, I knew I held your heart. But time has a way of wearing you down. Your absence made me so lonely, and that allowed my thoughts to go down paths that normally wouldn’t. I know you would never hurt me, and yet the worst case scenario always seemed like the most logical answer.”
Brict touches your face. “I’m so sorry, my darling.” he kisses your temple then lays your head back down upon his chest. “I promise, if I ever have to leave again you will be with me or I will return as quickly as possible.”
“I know you have duties and I cannot control that,” you murmur.
“But you control me,” he chuckles.
You smile and sit back up again. “I only wish to influence you slightly, my darling. It’s starting to get chilly. We should go back inside.”
Brict follows you inside, smiling as you stride naked through the house. He chuckles, turning your head to look down upon him.
“What?” You ask.
Brict’s smile is soft. “Just remember.”
You tilt your head to the side. “Can you share?”
Brict rubs his chin and takes in a deep breath. “Back when we first came here you were so timid and shy. You barely removed your clothes at all. Even months into our marriage you were shy and blushing when I was naked.”
You tuck your hair behind your eyes and chuckle softly. “I still do.”
His ears go back as he laughs. “I know, and I love it. But I’m looking at you now, walking naked alongside me, and it fills me with pride. But, I do like looking back at the shy creature you were.”
You take a seat and cup your cheek in your palm. “I feel like I was so cruel when we met,” you pout. “I said something so awful to you back then.”
“You were scared, I don’t think of it as cruel. I have you now, don’t I? I turned that silly little mind around and now you love me. Don’t you?”
You smile at him and nod. “With all my heart.”
Brict takes your hand, placing it on his chest over his heart. “From the moment I saw you I knew my heart would belong to no one else. Looking at you now, I cannot imagine a world without you in it. It breaks my heart to even think that this could have been missed.”
You lean in, snuggling up to his side and letting him curl up against you, placing his head upon your breast and his hand onto your hip. “I was a fool, but I learned my lesson.” You pet down his back and slip your hand under his rear. “I saw you, the natural you, and I wanted to understand that world.”
Brict chuckles nervously as you squeeze his rear. “You adapted quite well too.”
You rest your cheek on the top of his head. “You do know it was more than your body I fell for right? You were so kind to me, so understanding, my heart melted so easily for you.”
Brict sighs and places his arms around you, pulling you down for a kiss then making you lay on top of his body. “I was willing to work for you, still am.”
You rest upon him, closing your eyes as the world is still and perfect. “I know,” you whisper as sleep begins to crawl into your eyes.
You dream of something small in your arms that’s warm like Brict, but so tiny and helpless. They smell like the ocean breeze as you bring them up to kiss. Sunlight flows across your skin and you hear Brict calling your name.
You wake, hearing Brict breathing beside you. He must have carried you to bed after you drifted to sleep. You smile in the haze, reaching out across the bed to touch him. He stirs and moves into your touch. His long hair spreads out across the pillows and you feel his leg under the blankets.
You rest again, closing your eyes as Brict murmurs your name half asleep. Morning will come as it always does, but it will rise upon the two of you as you should be again.
We return to Blackforte, a town by the sea full of all sorts of monstrous folk. And like most seaside towns it's prone to storms, and the locals know just who to call when one hits their home.
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
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A recent storm had hit Blackforte, causing a lot of damage to buildings around the seafront area. Your place had been hit quite hard, taking on water damage on the ground floor and the front porch had been totally obliterated by your favorite tree. To your surprise, your favorite tree being uprooted had hurt the worst out of everything that had happened.
“I’m having a hard time finding someone who can do the repairs,” you lament as you sit in the diner. The room is packed, filled with people who were also hit by the storm. “Everyone else is already scooped up and doing other jobs. The wait time is...unbearable.”
Your sister, Sarah, looked up from her plate. “You could watch youtube videos and do it yourself?”
“Why is that your answer to everything?” You huffed.
“Could be worse,” Sarah seemed more interested in her breakfast plate. “At least the damage isn’t too bad. We can buy new furniture.”
You grumbled under your breath. “Why aren’t you taking this seriously? This is your home too. Not only that, you’re going on that work trip and escaping all the mess!”
“Hey, it’s serious to me. My money is going down the drain, same as yours.” She wagged a fork covered in hash browns in your face. “And I told you I would cancel the trip.”
You shook your head. “No. Don’t,” you huffed. “It’s a good opportunity. I’m just freaking out.”
Sarah smiled. “You’ll find someone who can do repairs. Surely there’s someone looking for work who could do it. I bet there’s lots of eager beavers out there looking to repair our dam. Why not just put an offer out online?”
“I’m sure you'd love to come home to a murder mystery too,” you grumbled.
“You know I would. But now, there’s this app that’s got all these options for home repairs and remodeling and everyone on it is vetted and reviewed. It’s like Amazon for construction workers.”
You screwed your mouth into a tight line. “I guess I don’t really have any other option. I’ll try it.”
Sarah returned to her food with more vigor. “Atta girl, getting into the modern era! Put down those yellow pages and pick up the sum of world’s knowledge in your pocket!”
The app was called Honeydew, and it had all sorts of options you could go through. You could make a listing and have people bid on it, or you could hire someone from their profile. You made a listing, hoping to get a bargain. But after a few days, only one profile had responded to it.
“They have good reviews, but they’ve only done a few jobs.” You’re talking to yourself, laying back on your bed in the empty house. Sarah was gone, and the decisions were left to you. You huffed and sat up out of bed, sick of the clutter upstairs as everything was moved to the ground floor.
“I’ll just accept.” You grumbled as you pushed the button accepting the bid. A few minutes later, you received a message from the profile.
“Is it okay if I come by to assess everything? It’ll help me estimate how long it will take and how soon I can start. Thank you for accepting my bid as well.” They asked.
“Yes, of course.” You responded, along with your address. “I’ll be home all day.”
There was no response after that, and your guts began to churn. At least you had a neighbor close by who could hear your screams if it came to that. Sometime later, you heard a motorcycle blaring down the road. Motorcycles scared you ever since you were little, and hearing them just triggered that fight or flight response. You’d been trying your best to get over such a silly fear, after all, they didn’t affect your daily life at all, but those loud sounds made your skin crawl. The sound was growing louder, it sounded like it was right outside your window. You peered out and saw it, a huge dark blue motorcycle was parked by your car.
“What the hell?” You muttered under your breath. The rider was getting off the motorcycle as you peered out. He took off his helmet, setting it on the seat while he rubbed the top of his scaly head. You continued to watch as he looked around your destroyed porch, even running his hand along the uprooted tree still lodged in it.
You went downstairs, going out the back door and walking around. The guy was still examining the crushed porch, looking at the stone wall that was crumbling forward. He looked up, dark eyes peering towards you. He was wearing a black turtleneck and black jeans, which was a surprising combo.
You crossed your arms tight against your chest. “I really hope you're the guy from Honeydew.”
He stood up. “That I am.” His long tail uncoiled from around his waist. “The names Griz.” He extended his hand to you, and you could see a tattoo on the back of it.
You carefully took his hand, shaking it. “Nice to meet you.”
Griz turned his head back to the porch. “It’s a shame about your tree.”
“I’m actually pretty beaten up about that,” you sighed. “I loved that tree. I’d be happy to have my porch smashed over and over if it wasn’t that one.”
“What would you want done with it?” He asked.
You shook your head, staring solemnly at the tree. “I figured it’d have to be cut up, so I thought I’d donate the wood or something.”
“Okay,” Griz murmured. “Are you wanting the deck built back the same way, or are you wanting any changes?”
“The same I guess. It’s mainly the water damage to the floors I’m concerned about. Would you like to come in and see?”
Griz nodded, following after you inside. He knelt down to the floor close to the wall. “Once I start tearing it up I can tell you how bad it is. Hopefully I won’t have to pull up any joists or anything.”
You saw the tattoo on the back of his hand again, it looked like an angry dragon’s face. He stood up before you could get a better look. “I can get supplies in a few days. I could have this job done hopefully by the beginning of next month. Hopefully this won’t be a rushed job. It’ll be just me working on it.”
Your eyes widened. “Just you?”
Griz nodded. “I hope that’s also not an issue.”
“I suppose not,” you said unsurely. “But won’t you need help, especially with things like, moving and lifting stuff?”
“I can move flooring boxes pretty fine. I think I’ll manage everything else well enough. But if I have your permission, I’ll start as soon as the floor is in.”
You sighed heavily. “I’m out of luck, but that’s your luck.”
Griz smiled. “Okay great. I’ll keep in contact with you then to keep you up to date. Is the flooring you showed on Honeydew still what you want?”
“Yeah, that’ll be it.” Your eyes cut to his motorcycle as he walked towards it. “Will you have a truck or anything?”
Griz picked up his helmet and chuckled. “Nah, this is it. I’ve got a buddy who has a truck I can borrow if I need to though.”
“Okay well, thanks.” You had no clue what you were supposed to do from here. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”
Once his helmet was on, Griz hopped onto the bike. “Sounds like a plan.” he cranked up his motorcycle and you hurried inside once the chills seeped in.
A couple of days later, you received a message from Griz saying he’d be there the following morning sinc the flooring would be delivered.
“I’m a morning person, so if it’s okay, I’ll be there around seven.”
“In the morning?” You responded.
“Yeah. Is that alright?”
You were not a morning person, and because you worked from home you kept your own hours. “I can make myself get up. After all, if it helps get this done sooner.”
“Alright, see you tomorrow.”
Your alarm in the morning goes unheard. It isn’t until the sound of Griz’s motorcycle comes barreling down the road that you wake. You get up, groggy and stumbling for the coffee maker. Griz is waiting outside, wearing worn jeans, work boots, and a tight black t-shirt. He’s setting a chainsaw down by the tree, which makes your guts flip flop.
“Are you cutting it down?” You ask, rounding the corner in your robe and slipper.
Griz turns to you, and you're shocked by the vivid blue that goes down his throat. You hadn’t seen that before because he had worn a turtleneck.
“It’ll make things easier in the long run. I’ll be able to put the flooring inside from this oor, rather than carrying it around back.” He has more tattoos winding up from the dragon face on the back of his hand. “Do you wanna say goodbye to it?”
It was a shockingly sweet thought. You walked up to the tree and set your coffee mug down so you could place both hands along the bark. You felt strange saying goodbye to a tree, but it had been your favorite place in the world since you were little. You used to climb it as a kid and get onto the roof then walk into your room through the window. It had housed tire swings, been a pirate ship, a towering castle, even a dragon.
“Do you mind cutting it down after I leave?” You asked. “I don’t think I could stand the noise, let alone knowing what the noise means.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Griz came up beside you. “I’ll save a piece of it for you, you can turn it into a welcome sign.”
He’s so thoughtful, it's nice. “Thank you. Do you want any coffee or anything?”
Griz shook his head, the dazzling blue on his throat caught your attention again. “I’m fine for now. But would it be okay if I put some things in your fridge?”
“It’s empty right now, so go ahead. I'll get some bottled water while I’m out so you can have cold water.”
Griz smiled. “That’s sweet, thanks.” he took a lunchbox from his saddlebag.
You went out for groceries and lunch later on, and when you got back the tree was gone. You took a deep breath and went about your business, while inside Griz was already ripping up the floor.
The next few days were filled with flooring, both being ripped up and put in. You had bought fancy sound canceling headphones, but nothing blocked out the sound of a nail gun it seemed. You also spent time with Griz, at first you thought he’d prefer to be left alone, but during lunch and various times throughout the day, you two spent time together. Sometimes you helped him with his work, feeling guilty he was going at it alone.
“I figured you worked from home,” Griz replied. “But what do you do exactly?”
“I build websites and maintain them,” you replied. “Easy enough depending on who I’m working for.”
Griz smirked. “So you’re a carpenter of sorts too.”
You chuckled. “In a way. What about you? Have you always done carpentry?”
Griz shook his head. “Only for the last few years. I did it to fill the time while I got my life back together and it turned out I had a knack for it so I kept going.”
You furrowed your brow. “Life back together?”
Griz was drinking water when you asked this. He got a strange look on his face, uncertainty and nervousness. “Yeah, I was in jail for a while.”
You bit down on your cheek. “Oh shit!”
Griz looked at you, a little hurt but unsurprised.
You shook your hand at him. “No. I bit my cheek.” You cupped your hand around the injured cheek. “You were in jail?”
Griz was cautious as he went forward. “Yeah. I was stupid. Young and very stupid,” he huffed. “Fell into a bad crowd when I was young and just kept falling.” He looked remorseful and he started picking at the label on his water bottle.
You rubbed your cheek a bit before dropping your hand. “It’s not my place to ask, but you’ve got that curiosity cat purring.”
Griz laughed through his nose in a sigh. “They got me on drug charges, but they had been targeting us for a while.” He showed you the back of his hand where the dragon face was. “This job is going to help me get this covered up.”
“Oh,” you murmured in awe.
Griz pulled his hand back in close. “It’s embarrassing to me now. Being locked up really puts things into perspective. I got my GED, worked on some of my issues, and I’ve been working my ass off to be someone I would admire.”
“That’s great though,” you replied. “I’m proud of you.”
Griz chuckled shyly. “Yeah, well, I’m still a work in progress.”
“Name someone who isn’t.” You smiled at him as his eyes turned to yours. There was a pause between the two of you, a moment where time stopped and you were suspended in a waiting game. It ended when you took a breath and had forced a nervous laugh.
“Well, I should get back to work.” You stood up and avoided looking at Griz. “Do you need anything before I go?”
Griz shook his head and rubbed the back of his head, he was also avoiding looking your way. “No. I’ll be done with the day very shortly. Your kitchen should be done.”
“Oh good.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll be able to move the appliances back into the house from the back.
Griz also stood up from the table. “I can help with that if you’d like.”
You swallowed and turned back to look at him. “I’ll probably need it.” Your guts were flopping around, but it wasn’t exactly a bad feeling. You went back upstairs to work, but your mind was elsewhere. There had been, dare you say, a spark between you and Griz? There had been a moment where, if you had just given in, you could see yourself kissing Griz. But that was weird right? He was your carpenter and this wasn’t a hallmark channel original movie. You tried to shake it off, but your mind kept wandering.
Later that day you heard Griz whistle from downstairs. “If you can, come and look at the kitchen, I just finished.”
“Be right down!” You got up from your desk and as you came to the stairs you saw Griz waiting at the bottom. Your heart somersaulted and you were self conscious as you descended. You followed griz to the kitchen where the floor was complete.
“It looks fantastic.” You stepped onto the new wood and sat down, smoothing your hand over it. “It’ll never be this clean again.”
Griz laughed. “Glad you approve. I can help you get your appliances back in if you’d like.”
“It’s a shame we have to have things everywhere. It’s nice seeing the floor like this, like the beach all spread out nice and smooth.” You huffed and stood up. “Alright, let’s get the expensive gadgets in here.”
The fridge had been moved to the next room and was the first to be put back. The two of you then started moving some of the smaller things back inside. Griz then tried to move the stove by himself, but you quickly went to his aid.
“I can get it,” Griz huffed.
“No, no, I can help.” You got to one side to help move it in. As you went through the door, you made a wrong step and got jammed by the corner into the doorframe. You let out a sound like a broken squeaky toy, and Griz was holding back laughter for your benefit.
“You okay?” He snickered and snorted.
“I think so-” You wheezed. “Let's just get it back in.”
Once the stove was through the door, you stepped aside out of embarrassment of the sound you had made. Your face was blood red, but luckily that could be excused away from moving things.
“You okay?” Griz placed his hand upon your back.
“I’m fine-” you huffed.
Griz let out a chuckle. “Go sit down to make sure. I’ll get the stove plugged in.” His hand lingered on your back, creating a microcosm of that moment from before. You took a seat, watching as Griz placed the stove back. You watched his back ripple, his arms tense and your face grew even warmer.
“Uh oh,” you breathed.
Griz looked up. “Is something wrong?”
You slapped your hand around your mouth. “Nuh-nothing!” You blurted. You looked away, trying to avoid his face as you chastised yourself mentally.
“Want to christen it?” He asked.
You moved your hand away as you turned back towards him. “What?”
“Would you like to do something to christen the new floor?” He asked.
You looked around unsurely. “Is it bad I forgot what I use this room for for a second?” You stood up. “How about coffee and a piece of cake?”
“Am I invited?” Griz asked.
You smiled at him. “It’ll give me an excuse not to eat the cake by myself.” You go to open the fridge, but Griz grabs it at the same time, putting his hand around yours. The moment comes back, time stops and there’s that aching feeling that something, anything, is going to happen. You looked into Griz’s eyes and he looked away, only to look back and smile.
“I have decaf if you don’t want to stay up late.” You hated yourself and stupid mouth.
Griz let go. “Whatever you make, I'll enjoy it.”
Your guts sank as you took the cake and coffee from the fridge, muttering to yourself as you prepared the coffee maker.
After that day, you got a bigger job building a website and shop, so you were kept to your office most of the time. Griz focused on finishing the floor, so you two meeting up together was sporadic. Still, that want from those ‘time stopping’ moments lingered. Occasionally, especially at night, you would think about them and your mind would wander. What would have happened if you gave in? What would you and Grix be doing at that exact moment?
You got up one morning on a Saturday, a day that Griz usually didn’t work, to find a strange truck in the driveway. You went downstairs, but he wasn’t working. You then peered out the window and saw him in your yard where your tree had once stood.
“What’re you doing?” You asked as you walked out.
Griz stood up, revealing he had planted a new tree. Your heart lurched and tears began to sting at the rim of your eyes.
“I hope you don’t mind.” He wiped his hands on his jeans. “It was on sale and well, i thought-” He frowned and looked down. “You really seemed upset over your tree.”
Your heart was overflowing and spilling out, you weren’t sure what to do with it, but you needed to do something. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Griz swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It wasn’t anything, really. I would just try to water it every now and then, maybe brace it if a storm comes back around.” He lifted his head. “I think you’ll take good care of it.”
You put your arms around him in a tight embrace. Time didn’t stop, but instead it felt like everything was going on too long. There was too much time happening. You didn’t know how to let go of the hug, you didn’t know why you did it either. Griz was standing too still, he must hate it! You begin removing your hands, but Griz places his arms around you.
“I was hoping to wait until the job was done,” he grumbled.
Your heart is pounding too hard to not be noticed. “For what?”
Griz sighed and pulled back. He turned away, rubbing the scales along his face then looking towards the sky. “To uhm...to ask you out, or something. I didn’t want things to be awkward while I finished the work.”
You made yourself breathe. “I can see that. But why can’t you wait?”
“I guess my tolerance isn’t what it used to be,” he murmured. “I’ve also kind of forgotten how to be around girls.”
You bit your lip to keep from smiling. “You’ve been fine around me.”
He huffed. “Yeah well...until now.”
“Come on in. I just started the coffee pot.” You led him inside and took an extra mug down from the cabinet. You were self conscious again, wondering how you looked and if he was watching. You glanced back at him, smiling when you saw he was watching.
“How do you take your coffee?” You asked.
“Just black,” he murmured.
You looked back at the coffee pot and cleared your throat. “How long?” You asked.
Griz sighed heavily. “Not since before I was in jail.”
“No! No!” You gasped and whipped around. “I mean, how long until the job is done?”
Grz looked mortified, but he couldn’t look away from you. He started laughing, chuckling and shaking his head. “Oh shit.”
You laughed with him, coming up to the table and placing a small, nervous kiss on his cheek. “I would like the date. But if you want to wait until after the work is done, that’s fine.”
Griz turned his head, “it’s getting tough though.”
You held your breath. “The job or-”
The kiss was wonderful, his hand held your shoulder then moved up to the side of your neck. His scales were cool against your skin, and you were sure you were molten hot to him. Griz pulled back first but he quickly went in for you, standing up so he could get closer. You became backed up to the island, unaware of when the kisses had become so urgent and hard. His body was pressed into yours, your hands were clung into his tight shirt.
The coffee pot beeped and the two of you let a bit of air in between yourselves. Was it his own desire that caused this, or had you let loose some secret impulses of your own? The two of you breathed, chuckling softly that the coffee pot had broken up the moment.
“That was…” Griz said breathlessly.
“If the coffee pot hadn’t stopped us, we probably would have done a lot more to christen the floor,” you laughed.
“Yeah,” he chuckled.
You went to step around him, but his hand on your waist wasn’t letting go. That moment returned and you reached for him again. He dipped down, kissing you once more. You placed your arms around his neck, letting him place you upon the counter top.
“Wait, wait-” Griz pulled back and you could see the brilliant blue of his throat was extending. “Is this alright?”
You were already aroused, growing more so by the second. You had been attracted to Griz all this time, you even had growing feelings. It was almost like a third date, at least you’d concocted that in your mind.
“I’m fine...but we can stop.” No one moved, you remained in that position, all while Griz got closer. The blue fan on his throat extended further out. He chuckled, touching it and trying to push it down.
“It gets in the way, sorry.”
You touched the brilliant blue, running your hands down the side and gazing into his eyes. Griz moved in closer, kissing you even as the fan hit against your chest. The heat grew, the pounding of your heart echoed in your ears. As he opened up your robe and his cool scales touched your skin, you knew there was no turning back now.
There was an awkwardness to Griz’s touch. His hands moved unsurely, as if it was his first time all over again. His fingers trembled as they fell upon your skin, and his breath shuddered as his kisses went down your neck. You placed your hands upon his chest, moving them down, he pressed closer, keeping you from touching more. His hands went up your back, holding you tenderly in an embrace.
Your hands went around his sides, gently tugging up his shirt until you touched his bare scales. He moaned against your ear as your fingers tickled along his ribs. You smoothed down to his back then brushed your fingertip along the top of his jeans.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. “Keep going.”
Griz pulled back, looking into your eyes before taking another kiss. He brushed aside the strap of your nightgown so it fell. He kissed your bare shoulder, moving down along your clavicle. He nuzzled to your chest, holding his head there until his fingertips brush against your nipple. You whimpered softly, then gasped out loud as his tongue joined. You tugged on the back of his shirt, your breaths growing harsher the more he touched. His tongue was cold, which excited you even more. He finally pulled back, ripping off his shirt. His tattoos stopped at his shoulder, but there were scars along his chest, and a large one on his stomach. He pulled you off the counter, tugging down your nightgown so it fell upon the floor in a pool around your ankles.
“I’ve never been naked in my kitchen before,” you whispered.
“Funny,” he chuckled, “neither have I.”
You kissed his chest and neck, working on the button of his jeans until it let go. Griz eagerly wriggled out of his jeans, using his tail to knock them aside. You both looked down awkwardly and Griz swallowed hard.
“I feel dizzy,” he breathed.
“Then why don’t we uhm...sit or uhm...something.” You murmured. The two of you knelt down onto the floor and Griz kissed you. You came close, sitting in his lap so your bodies pressed back together.
“You’re so soft.” he placed both his hands around you. “So warm.”
You rubbed his shoulders, slowly petting down his chest. “You’re not so bad either.”
Griz chuckled. “I don’t feel half as cute as you look.” His hands went down, cupping your rear and squeezing greedily. “You have no idea what this is doing to me.”
His fingers sunk in, going quite close to your mound. “I have a little understanding.”
“I’m a bit nervous.” His fingers brushed along you, feeling you opening for him and the slight bit of dew that greeted his fingertips.
“You’re doing great so far.” You rolled your hips and his fingers pushed in slightly. He moaned into your ear, letting his finger go further. He pleasured voice made you feel warmer at your core, causing his sweetness to drip down his finger and onto his knuckles
“I never forgot this,” he growled. “How much I love making a woman wet.”
You shivered from your scalp all the way down your spine.
“Making her come,” he breathed against your neck, “again and again. Although I don’t know if I’ll last.”
“You can try,” you moaned.
“Mm, that sound of your voice. It’s too good.”
You reached down, taking his cock into your hand. It was firm and thick, pulsing at your touch. Griz shuddered, losing his breath for a moment. You stroked him, feeling him grow in your palm.
“I’ll make more sounds with this,” you whispered.
Griz chuckle was on edge. He cupped the back of your head, laying you down upon the new floor. He placed his body over yours and his tail flicked up your side. He kissed you, lowering himself closer until there was no space between you. He was between your legs, his hard shaft rubbed up against you, pressing in then slipping upwards.
Taking a breath, he calmed himself and guided his cock into place. The tip pressed against your lips, slowly entering and opening you. You stretched to accommodate him, moaning softly into his shoulder as he drove further. Griz lost his breath once he was fully inside. He looked down, seeing him full inside you.
He lowered back down, kissing you as he began to move. His hips were smooth, moving fluidly as he guided his shaft into you. He scooped a hand under your lower back, angling you up to where he hit that pleasurable spot better. You whimpered, biting your lip as his touch drove you further. You held onto his arms, letting your voice come out freely.
“That pretty little cunt,” he growled under his breath. “Feels so good wrapped around me. You feel so fucking good.”
Your shuddered at his words, biting your lip again. “Griz-” you mewled.
“Sweet thing,” he panted. “So damn sweet!” He thrust harder and harder. “Take me, take all of me!”
“Griz!” You couldn’t think of anything to say to reply to his words.
“Keep saying my name, just like that,” he snarled. He grabbed your ankles and pushed them up over your head. “You feel so fucking wet, baby.”
You whimpered, trying to respond but your body wasn’t allowing that. You threw you head back, crying out in pleasure.
“Good girl,” Griz moaned. “I’ll be your bad boy. I’ll be bad for you.” He drove harder, pushing you against the floor.
Your breath pulsed, vanishing as the overwhelming flood began to arise. “Oh fuck!” You whined, arching your back off the ground. “Oh-oh god!” Your toes curled and your mouth opened wide but no sound came out.
Grim snarled, his body moving harder against yours. His movements became less fluid, more rough and harsh. He trembled, almost stopping but once you choked out a scream, he went deeper. The waves overtook you, you were dragged down, down, down and you never wanted to resurface. He rocked into you, going slower, and slower, and slower until he stopped. His cock slipped from inside you, spilling along your thighs and belly. His breathing returned, trembling as he gazed at you below him. You were trying to keep your eyes from closing, stars were stuck in them.
A few days later, you felt Griz get out of bed. He was searching for his jeans so he could start working. He’d stayed over upon your request, and he’d claimed the title of being the first man to give you multiple orgasams in one session.
“Stay in bed,” you pouted.
“Sorry baby, my boss expects these floors to be done so I can start her porch.” He kissed your cheek. “Unless you want to just live in a wrecked house all your life.”
“I know, I know.” You kissed him in return. “Will you start the coffee?”
“Of course.” He then found his jeans under your pillow. He kissed you once more, almost sinking back into bed. “Just get up and be my good girl.”
You chuckled. “Hard to when you were such a bad boy last night.”
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