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2.1 Demon Toran
2.1 Demon Toran/ siren reader
(Y/n) P.O.V
Having a whole species to take care of is a very stressful thing, but when you
Part2 it is 2 just a link I swear lol
2.1 Demon Toran
2.1 Demon Toran/ siren reader
(Y/n) P.O.V
Having a whole species to take care of is a very stressful thing, but w
Part 3
Toran P.O.V
I watch as her face tightens up as she sleeps. King Jule said it was painful for power being released to its normal self, and the reason she needs to be sleeping. I had to make myself put her hand down by her side, and I started moving around the room.
"Toran?" Jule calls from his spot on the couch.
"I'm….how much longer?" I could hear my voice on edge.
"A couple more hours." He sighs. "The bond must be getting stronger. Did you reject her?"
"No. I can't." I rub down my face.
"Good, because you both need each other." He looks at (y/n). "She might be able to calm you down." He says this to himself.
"Shut up." We chuckle.
Over the next couple of hours I watch the sunset. (Y/n)'s whimpering has quieted down some. King Jule left, and came back just a few minutes ago. I hope she wakes up calm, and has the answers she needs.
With I sigh I walk away from the window to stand next to her bed. I watch as she starts to softly smile. It is like she is having the best dream. I chuckle at the situation, making Jule walk to my side. He gently takes hold of her hand, and after a couple moments he smiles down at her.
"She accepted her siren's side. She's getting visuals of her form." He rubs her arm. "She'll be fine."
I finally calmed down enough to steal an apple from her food tray. I move to the couch she had for me, and I just wait.
(Y/n) p.o.v
Harsh movement jerks me around left, right, upside down, turns me around, and finally I'm floating on my back as if I'm in water. Something like a curtain comes across my face. A hand takes hold of mine to steady me. Once I'm finally right side up I open my eyes to meet the most gorgeous creature. Her (h/c) hair floats so elegantly along her face, neck, and shoulder while most just floats up. I realized the curtain that ran over my face was her tail. I am completely amazed.
"(Y/n) I'm so glad to finally be one again." Her angelic voice just hits me.
"Who are you?" I finally get out, and she just giggles.
"I am you. I am called Amara. I was locked away for important protection." She gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "You have the highest power of our people, and Amphitrite herself gave you the power."
"Why me?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Because you were born in the sea. Your Mother was stretching her tail, if you will, and you came earlier than anyone could predict." She giggles like she told a joke. "Everything will come together once we are united again." She backed up a bit. "Just relax a bit."
She gives one last smile before swimming around me like a tornado, and everything starts stinging my arm and legs. My body starts to contort around as fins come out of my arms, and a tail just like Amara's. I notice my gills forming as everything turns black.
When everything seems to have calmed down I open my eyes. I'm still in bed, like I had a dream. I turn my head, and I'm greeted by a pacing Toran and King Jule smiling at me. I can feel my body welcoming something, but I also felt so much worry. My eyes start to water when I look at Toran. King Jule clears his throat to get Toran's attention, and nods toward me. Toran looks at me, but gasps instead of coming to me.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, looking back and forth to them.
"I'll let you two speak." King Jule leaves.
As he walks out Toran and I just look at each other. Once the door is shut he walks with purpose toward me. I slightly sit up as he simply picks me up onto his lap. From his body heat mine just relaxes against his chest. I love how it feels to be in his arms. I can only hope he actually wants to be my mate.
"Love, I can feel your doubt." He sighs, running his hand along my back. "I suppose I should tell you why I reacted to you the way I did. As you know I'm older than you, and I hope I don't hurt you when I explain this." He rests a hand on the back of my head like he's keeping me in place. "I don't know how to begin this. Before the war started I was married to my life long friend, and we were expecting a child. King Jule was about to tell us what our baby was going to be, boy or girl. When this heavy group of humans came battling through our little town we had. King Jule told every woman and child to run as far as they could, but the humans expected that, capturing them all in cages. Us men fought the best we could." As Toran told his story he was looking off like he was picturing everything happening all over again, and I could feel his hurt. "The humans took us to what this Kingdom was, and locked us all up. I tried so hard to find my wife, but with it being so crowded it was useless. I didn't see her again until they pushed us demons into the fighting ring for their awful Hunting Games. I tried to get to her, but another female killed her. I do not blame her now because it was for survival." He finally moves his head to look down at me as tears soak my face. "Love please don't cry. I swear I only ran because I was scared. What if I can't protect you too." He holds me tighter to his chest.
"I'm so sorry you went through that, and I can't begin to understand how you feel. Even when we're connected." I can't believe he went through that, and I'm crying like it has happened to me.
We sit in this same position until I actually calm down enough to look up at him, and when I do he just smirks at me. I can feel his emotions course through me, and I tap his chest.
"I'm sitting here upset for you, and you are just…" I'm stopped by Toran kissing me.
His lips feel a lot more soft than they look. As I start to kiss him back the bond snaps us together completely, and I can't hold back my whine. He turns me to be facing him better, so I'm straddling his lap. Something runs up my spine making my body shiver, and I just feel like letting go. I push Toran to lay back as I run my hands down his chest and hard stomach. I feel him get hard making me softly grind down against him. I lean my head back, and moan. Toran stops moving his hand, and sits up, looking at me with a look of amazement.
"Someone found their siren voice." He simply says as he softly grabs my chin. "I need to make you sing more." He quickly flips us.
I giggle as he hurries to slide my dress off, and he just smiles at me before giving me a soft kiss. He kissed along my body as he undressed himself. I couldn't stop looking at his body. Once his lips made contact with my hip I arched a little, and looked at him with a gasp. He watches me as he slowly and softly runs his finger to my center. He starts to move his fingers in a circle, my eyes close as my head falls back. His fingers begin to push inside stretching up, and he pumps them fast. I didn't stop my moans as he got faster. The louder I would moan the faster he would pump his fingers. My stomach was tightening, and pulls his fingers out.
"Tor…" I was about to yell at him for stopping, but when I opened my eyes he had his fingers around himself moving my slick around.
He then grabs my legs, pushing them to my chest, and as he rubs against my opening he kisses my ankle. My soft moan is caught in my throat as he slides in completely. He sits there for a moment. He doesn't move until I whine, and I move against him. His hands move to the back of my knees to move my legs open, but keep them in the same position. With my legs open he can now lean down to kiss me deeply as he starts to very slowly move out, and then slowly move back in until his hips are connected to my ass. I hold the back of his neck as he keeps kissing me, but when he starts to ram into me. I can't help the scream I let out.
"That's what I want to hear." He groans. "Keep singing, Love."
He lets go of my legs as he leans back down, and I lock my legs around him. He softly grabs the back of my neck with one of his big hands, with his other hand he locks his fingers with mine, and holds it over our heads. I can't stop any type of moan that leaves my mouth, and from Toran's groans I think it's making him get close. I start to feel something like a wave move over my body and it makes me arch against Toran's chest. I let out a complete soul finishing moan as my orgasim takes over. Toran doesn't let up as he watches me let go, and his hold on the back of my neck tightens. As I start to come down Toran lets out a deep groan as he finishes.
He lets go of my neck letting his hand run down to my thigh, giving it a squeeze. I grip his hand as my body just moves softly under his, my foot runs up his leg, my chest rubs against his, my head falls to the side relaxed. His hand just holds my thigh to his waist just squeezing and gripping. He finally pulls back only to lay next to me.
Over the next few months I had to learn to control my power. Toran kept the title as my guard even though he could've moved on, but he decided to stay by my side. Having him as my guard does help when I need feeding. I learned my siren side is always calling to him, so it didn't surprise us when I became pregnant. While I was pregnant Toran became much more of a shadow, and would carry a basket of fruit for me. Once our son Taret was born we were shocked when he came out with demon and siren marks. As Taret grew he ended up growing more like a siren with demon power. He even got his father's horns. Sadly Taret is our only child, but once he got old enough to start classes. I became a teacher for the orphanage for the other sirens, as well as the witch children, so I became a mother to many children.
I think every creature has their own version of the boogeyman. For us elves it was the dark elves. It all began, like every bad thing, with war. Dark elves and elves fought over, well it wasn't exact what they were fighting over. Some say it was for land, some say it was over a woman, and some say it was a long generation hatred for each other. My brother Jule always tells me even though they grow the darkness of the world, we are still the same. To be honest I always loved the fuchsia that I found when I decided to press the guards. I went past the territory lines, just a few feet, but I found this patch of them just hanging off of vines. The guards caught me before I could pick one.
Today I've decided to push the guards some more, mainly because they think I answer to them. Instead of laughing in their faces I decided to get them yelled at by my father. He doesn't care much about me wondering just them missing the opening. I have to give it to the guards. They really do a great job. I just know better ways, considering that I have the ability to make plants grow.
"She went this way. I just know it." I heard a guard from under me.
I'm sitting on my outgrown branch, looking down at a group of guards looking around. I have to hold myself from laughing, because for elves themselves they really are stupid. I keep switching branch to branch enjoying the hummingbirds pick at my dress, and the other tree animals just run around me. I'm about to cross to the dark forest when the animals run back to their homes. I stand on my branch overlooking the forest, then over to the caves. Everything seems to stop, but the bats are still flying.
"Do you think you should be over here?" A deep voice comes out of nowhere making me fall off my branch.
I quickly make two branches catch me, and place me on the ground. I look up to a dark elf watching me as he nonchalantly walks down his steps made of branches. He looks a little different than I'm used to seeing dark elves. Most are like a wild thorn bush, but he has twigs that twist around his body to make his clothing, with dark leaves slicked back as hair.
"Who are you?" I ask strongly, trying to cover my nervousness.
"It doesn't matter when you shouldn't be here, and will be leaving soon." He smoothly tells me.
"I'm not leaving until I get my flowers, and besides who is going to make me leave." I roll my eyes as I walk away.
"You came to the dark forest for flowers? Flowers?" He laughs.
"Well yes. I saw them the last time I was here, and I can't stop thinking about them." I continue to walk toward the small field flowers.
"Which ones?" He asks with some sort of curiosity.
"The fuchsia flowers." I look back at him.
He gives me a grunt in response, but stops walking. I'm confused for a minute before I turn to keep walking, but I only get a couple of feet before the guards are in front of me. I curse under breath as the head guard steps to me.
"Oh just save it. I already know "your father is calling for you" I swear you'd think I was actually running away." I mock him from the past times he's come to get me even when I have adventured around even in my own kingdom.
"If you would just stay where you are supposed to…"
"I'm not something he can just move around when he deems fit. I'm a living thing that needs to move around. Besides, I was only coming for flowers." I push the group away as I walk away from them.
I grumble under my breath as we walk toward the kingdom. I can't deal with this anymore. The only thing that calmed me down was a small hedgehog that ran into his little home. Once we step into the bright forest I'm blinded, and crowded by the hummingbirds, butterflies and bees that enjoy my dress. I can't shoo them away, but I really want to have some space. My father and brother are waiting for me at the forest opening. My father immediately starts yelling as soon as he sees me.
"Why must you always defy me?! I try to keep you safe from those awful creatures, and all you do is run toward them!" He starts yelling.
"Father calm down." Jule tries to step in front of him.
"No! She wants to be with them so bad, then why don't you go live with them! Then you will see just how good it is on this side!" I'm shocked he actually said that to me.
"Father, you know you don't mean that. Besides, she was only going for flowers. What can that harm?" Jule gives me a reassuring smile.
"You knew she was going over there?!" Father asks, his face was turning redder by the second.
I got a little scared to say anything. This is the first time my father has actually yelled at me, I mean for this I've been yelled at before. I see movement to the side above us, and when I look I see nothing but darkness. I'm brought back when my brother grabs my hand. When I look toward him I notice my father is gone.
"You okay?" He asks me with concern.
"Oh I'm fine. So am I completely banned?" I ask him with a laugh.
"Not completely, but I think you should just stay in your place for now." He tries to help.
"My place? What's my place?" I snap. "Do you know how frustrating it is just to sit around and just wait for father to give me away? Huh at least you get to decide or find your mate, father has already started finding me a man." I sigh before walking back to my chambers, leaving Jule there.
I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, and only left when I was called to dinner. As I walk to the dining hall I think of that dark elf how he just carried himself like he was an oak tree, but he talked like he made wind. He was quite interesting.
"Finally! I've been waiting years for you." Jule whines as I walk into the hall.
"Oh please I came as soon as I was told." I wave him off, sitting across from him. "Besides, father isn't here yet." I shrug.
The humorous face Jule once carried snapped down to his empty plate. I watch him as he picks at the food on the table. I look to my father's seat then to Jule.
"Jule, where is father?" I quietly ask.
"He..um" He clears his throat. "He's meeting with King Bram." He simply tells me.
"Jule, please tell me I'm your sister." I practically beg.
He sighs. "(Y/n) I want to tell, but I honestly don't know. All he said was "Bram's here to help certain things." I wish I could tell you." He looks me in the eyes when he says his quick response.
"Certain things?" I mumble to myself as I think back to earlier today.
Could he really just get rid of me? Father walks in, followed by someone, with a smile on his face. I watch him as he walks to his seat, while his guest sits at the other end. Father takes a deep breath as he lifts his hand to his guest.
"King Bram will be with us for the next couple of days." He announces before continuing. "He's going to help secure our lands from our enemies." He then lets us begin eating.
I knew he was doing this to stop me from leaving the grounds. I can't believe all this fuss over some flowers. As dinner went on with no speaking, and once I was finished I left back to my room. I huff as I sit on the chair next to the fireplace, but when I open my eyes I gasp. On my side table is a bouquet of fuchsia flowers. I see a card before I pick them up.
Dear princess,
When I saw you I expected a rebellious princess. However you are just headstrong, and quite stubborn. When you told me you were just looking for flowers in the dark forest I figured out a few things.
1. You don't know the truth of the dark forest.
2. You would do anything for nature, even if that means putting yourself in danger.
3. You think fuchsia is a sweet flower when it's poisonous. If it is eaten it could cause serious problems.
You can touch them.
B
While I'm completely shocked, my head is scrambled with questions. B? Bram? What is the real story of the dark woods? How did they get here? Is Bram that dark elf, but how does he look normal? I'm thinking of many different possibilities when there is a sound coming from my window. I'm about to go look when a dark mass falls inside with a thump. I slowly slide toward it, and almost jump out of my skin when it jumps up. It's the dark elf. What if?
"Bram?" I questioned making him snap his head up.
"Yes princess." He smirks at me like everything is okay.
"You…how?" I stutter out.
"Honeysuckle I have mastered things your father hasn't even begun to teach you." He chuckles as he takes my seat neck to the fireplace.
"Why are you here? I thought you just went back into the woods when the guards came." I rushed out.
"I followed you." He shrugs. "I then heard your family spat." He struggled to find the right words. "Then I decided to leave your flowers, and then have your father think I'm not a dark elf, which was easy." He points toward me with his claw of a finger.
"Why did you leave flowers?" I timidly ask.
He smirks before standing. "Well, you wanted them, and I can grow them in seconds." He chuckles at my excitement.
"Thank you anyways." I smile as he walks to me.
"You are quite welcome, Honeysuckle." He softly holds my hands. "I also hope you will consider what your father will talk about with you tomorrow." He lightly kisses my cheek. "Goodnight, princess."
I watch as he walks out of the window, and crawls down the wall. Those dark elves can climb anything. The rest of my night I held my flowers, and thought of Bram. Would my father give me away to a man he's only met once, but would I really mind if it was Bram?
The next morning I'm called to my father's office, and I'm met with my father, my brother, Bram, and another councilman. As I sat Bram gave me a quick smile, and I tried not to keep looking at him.
"(Y/n) I've made a decision that is good for both you and the kingdom." He clears his throat to continue. "I've decided to give my blessing to Sir Elner to have your hand in marriage." He ends his decree with his hands folded in front of him.
"Um… father?" I look over at Elner, and then to Bram. "Father, are you sure? I think Bram would be more suitable." I try not to make myself sound desperate, but Elner is older than my father while looking like my grandfather.
I hear a low hiss like noise before a large thorn shoots across the room, hitting close to Elner's head and getting stuck into the chair. I watch Bram's true form come out. I rush to him, letting my hands rest on his chest.
"Bram please." I beg him not to hurt anyone.
"I tried to do this the nice way. I tried not to hurt anyone, because I know how much my princess cares for you all." His arm goes around my waist. "However you are completely incompetent to make that small of a choice, no wonder your kingdom is falling apart." Bram's voice gets rougher as he goes on.
I could feel his sharp claws digging into my dress. I move my hands along his chest to try to calm him, and it seems to work only on his grip.
"(Y/n)!" Father yells. "That's why you would run into the dark woods!" Father points his finger at me.
I just hid in Bram's chest. I somehow feel so close to him, but I just met him. Jule just stands there giving me eyes full of sympathy.
"You want to be with evil creatures then go, but don't you dare come back once you learn they are vile beings." Father waves his hand off.
I looked at my father with so much disdain as I slowly stepped, just arms length, from Bram.
"The only vile being here is you. You have done nothing, but have done harsh things toward people you are just like us." I shake my head at him as I grab Bram's long sharp hand.
I gave a quick look to Jule before Bram and I rushed out of the castle. As we get close to the border Bram stops, and faces me. He gently grabs both of my hands, giving them a soft squeeze.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Honeysuckle?" He asks, looking completely vulnerable.
Before I could answer, a twig snapping making us snap our head to my brother coming through the bushes. He gives us a welcoming smile.
"I don't want to fight, I just wanted to say I will always be here, and you will always have a home here." He then looks to Bram. "You keep her safe."
"Already planned on it." He gives Jule a nod.
Jule then gives me one finale smile before leaving.
"I'm ready." I walk a couple steps ahead of Bram, somewhat pulling him behind me.
As we get further away Bram makes a path of fuchsia under my feet that leads us to a castle. He then leads into the castle, I try to catch a glimpse around, but I'm pulled into a room. As I catch my breath Bram goes and sits on a throne. He beckons me over to him with a smirk that holds a secret. Once I'm in front of him he pulls me to his lap, and gives me a kiss on my cheek.
"I suppose I should tell you that I'm King of the dark elves. I also have been looking for my Queen for some time now." He moves his claw slowly down my arm.
I lean back against his chest, letting his claw move over my chest, and up my neck. My head ends up leaned back on his shoulder as his claw moves along my ear. I grip his arm with one hand, and with my other I grip his knee.
"Bram." I sigh out a moan.
"Yes, Honeysuckle." He whispers in my ear.
I turn my head toward him, eyeing his lips, and before I could tell him what I wanted he softly latches his lips to mine. His lip light up my body, causing me to moan against his lips, and without realizing I grind against his lap. I don't pull back as I move so I'm straddling him. His hands hold me up against him. It makes him lean his head up and makes me lean down. His claws feel like small pinches as he grips along my body. I lean my head back with a moan letting him kiss along my neck. He moves his hands up my back to my shoulder as his lips get to my chest with a groan, and he just squeezes me to him. I start to untie my dress letting it fall to my hips, and let my chest rest right in front of his face.
"Oh Honeysuckle." He moans into my chest before he softly moves a hand over my breast.
I lean into him with my hands on his shoulders. He kisses along until he reaches my nipple, and gives a up lick before he sticks it into his mouth. I grip the back of his neck trying to hold him in place. He kisses, socks, softly bits one of my nipples as he grips the other letting his claws pinch and pull at the other.
"Oh, Bram." I moan out.
He snaps his head up at me, and I need to kiss him deeply. His hands fall to the back of my thighs lightly scratching them as I stand, but I seem to surprise him as I kneel in between his legs. I gently grip his thighs as my hands move up to his waist. He lifts his hips, and helps me pull his pants off. I give him soft kisses up his thigh. I feel him relax against his throne as I give a soft lick to his long hard cock.
"Honeysuckle I ne…" I stop him from talking as I sink my mouth down till I can't take it anymore.
He runs his claws in my hair, letting out a long groan as I move my mouth back and forth. I kept moving back and forth and would only go slowly when I moved all the way down. I gag as he pushes me down more, and moves his hips up. I rest my hands on the side of his thighs, letting him thrust up into my mouth until I couldn't stop gagging. He keeps groaning, gripping my hair in a fist. With a deep groan he pulls me off making me take a deep gasp of breath.
"Come here Honey." He pulls my dress down to my ankles.
He holds my hand as he helps me step over to him, and with his arms around me he kisses along my stomach. He looks up at me as I straddle his lap again, and holds me above him by my hips. I lock my eyes with him as he lines up with me, and helps me slowly sit down onto him. He leans his head back as I lean mine into his neck, but we both moan in relive as I come to sit fully on his lap. He gently grabs the sides of my head, making me look at him. We lean into a deep kiss as I start to move my hips. I hold onto the back of his throne as I lean back. I keep my eyes locked on his as he starts to move with me, and grips my hip, helping me bounce. I lean back as he bites my breast as they bounce in his face. I squeeze my legs as I moan out, but he picks up his space.
"That's it honey." He kisses my neck. "Let go for me." He groans as I squeeze him.
"BRAM!" I scream with release when he rams into my spot.
I give a breath when I start to come down from my release, but I can't stop. I grip the back of his neck with one hand, and his arm with the other as I grind hard against him. He holds my shoulder with one hand and my ass with the other as we move fast against each other.
"Bram please." I beg as he grips my body to his.
We both moan out in release as he relaxes us back in the throne. I'm still sitting on him as we try to catch our breath. I still feel him move inside of me as he softly scratches along my back. I smile up at him as he just leans his head back with closed eyes, and completely relaxes.
After that day I became queen of the dark elves, and they welcomed me with open arms. I learned the truth that dark elves ran out of the kingdom to make it more pure. As the days went I couldn't leave Bram's side, and when I did Bram would find me. We ran the kingdom together for a long time before I actually gave him an heir. Our son, Kalim, looked and acted just like his father.
When I turned fourteen I knew things were going to change in the worst possible way. I saw the royal doctors leaving my mother's chambers, and her ladies in waiting looking down so upset. I had just turned sixteen when I got woken by my mother's closest lady in waiting telling me to come quickly. I sat with my mother for an hour when she finally let go. My father stood by the door silently crying to himself. They did actually love each other.
That night my life became hectic. I took over Queen duties for the kingdom. Which is no problem, however my father's advisors are like the devil in his ear. My father is so poor minded that the lies they tell him he believes them. I do feel bad for my father. He was just a guard when he and my mother, the princess, fell for each other. He does care for our people, he just doesn't understand how to communicate with them, so he leaves it to William. William is the head guard that is supposed to help my people when they need it, but he's just a tyrant.
Like today, William and Henry, the main advisor, are telling my father that the creatures that are coming to do trade are tricking my father. They are telling him that these creatures are raiding savages. I've heard enough from these two.
"Alright that's enough. What are your sources for all this?" I stop them just as they walk to the maps to map out an attack on the incoming ships. "My sources tell me the reason for any attacks was that the Tearings Kingdom enslaved them." I look at my father's indecisive face.
"I have insiders in the Silentdew Kingdom, Sire." Henry boosts with a mocking smile.
"I don't remember a ship leaving for that long of a voyage, so when was this?"
I'm completely ignored.
"These creatures are here simply for land. I myself have sent letters with their King, so I will not have these stories to be spread. If no problems are caused then no problems will occur. They should be docking in just three days, and we must greet them accordingly." My father takes over. He turns to me. "(Y/n) I need you to be there for their reassurance that we give faith into our new arrangements." I give my father a reassuring smile.
"I was hoping to meet them at dinner." I try to sound proper, not too obvious.
"I know, I know. I just need them to know even with your own… legacy, we are here united for good reasons." I laugh at his pausing for the right words.
What he had difficulty with is my true title. Queen General (full name). At fourteen my mother insisted my father train me in some sort of defense. What she didn't expect was for me to get completely infatuated with fighting, and well I became General after my eighteenth birthday. No one argued the title placement, because they knew I actually worked for it. Sadly I had to give that title to William last year when I turned twenty. My father told me it was time for me to settle down, so he's been finding suitors for me. Most of them did seem good on paper, so I don't fault my father on that point. It's just when they open their mouths nothing intelligent comes out just pompous showboating, or their egos get destroyed from my legacy. At least my father doesn't fight me when I tell him I won't marry them.
Besides, my biggest problem is dealing with an overly cocky William. He's been following me around assuming I'm turning the suitors away for him, because we've known each other since childhood. Granted as a child he was better to tolerate. Over the years I've learned just the type of man he's become, and the amount of female servants I've helped from his whole group. My mother taught me very early that I can't stop men like that, so that's why the only females that work in my castle are my own close ladies. I have made an example of what happens when I catch you in certain acts which helped the women in the town as well. Sadly mother was right. That's why I pray to her that I'm right with these creatures that come here, they docked yesterday. Tomorrow I will actually meet their leader, and have dinner.
This morning I'm woken up by my ladies to get ready for the creature's arrival. They should be here by midday, and by then I should have my nerves somewhat controlled. Which doesn't seem fruitful when the laces of my dress are being pulled back to cut my breathing off. I wasn't used to these formal dresses, and hair styling anymore. I mostly stayed in work dresses, and kept my hair braided to the side. I look like my mother with my hair like this, and she'd love this.
I walked down the main steps as the gates opened for three mountainous horses carrying orcs. I come to a stop in the only open place next to my father. Of course it's next to William. I keep myself looking at the gorgeous horses, but I'm stuck on the short haired one with a scruff-like beard. His yellow eyes scan the crowd, they seem to shine with curiosity as he sees something new.
"I like your hair this way, Princess." William takes me away from the orc. "I wanted to surprise you, but Friday I'm telling your father about us." I feel his hand move along my arm. "I can't let you keep this charade of the suitors." The entire feeling from him makes me nervous, causing me to move away immediately.
I hear him chuckling as I step to my father as he steps closer with the orcs following. Once I take a deep breath I realize I didn't hold my composure when my face relaxes. My father introduces me to Lord Rothwell and his guards. I look up at him in amazement as I outstretch my hand.
"Welcome Sir Rothwell." I offer him my hand.
"I'm very happy to be here, My Lady." His smile brings his tusk to a better view as he brings my hand to meet his lips, letting me feel just how smooth his tusks are.
Throughout the day, we are in the meeting hall going over the maps showing them their lands, and discussing laws. I was surprised when we have similar laws, granted they had more for the different creatures, which they gave us their law books.
Once dinner is served, it's like we have all known each other for years with the laughter coming from the dining hall. I sit left of my father as Rothwell sits across from me. I could listen to him talk about his people all night. He talks with such passion, the way his eyes light up when he speaks of certain people, well creatures.
"I'm glad we are on the same page about this settlement." I'm father raises his cup to cheer.
"Yes, I like how we are using the river as a boundary. It is very clever. That way no one can say they don't know where they are going." He cheers with my father.
"That was (y/n)'s idea. I swear if you spend a day with her you'd be amazed with what she comes up with." Father laughs as he shakes my shoulder making my food fall off my spoon.
"I'd love to spend a day with you." Rothwell looks me in the eyes as he says this, his voice makes my ankles lock together on their own.
"Sir Rothwell, do you hope this is a permanent settlement or just for the resources?" I generally want to know for my own knowledge and my kingdom's.
"Completely permanent, Princess." He smirks once responded.
My father grabs Rothwell's attention for some battle stories, but William decides now will be best to slide into the seat next to mine. I roll my eyes at his drunken smile.
"Father?" I try to properly get his attention.
"I was thinking about sunset for our ceremony." William begins. "The windows in the church shine perfectly at that time." He reaches for my piece of hair, but I move back.
I look back to my father to see him still talking, but Rothwell is eyeing William with hard eyes. William leans closer to continue his wedding talk, trying to touch me, making me grip my eating knife. He goes to reach for me again, and I snap. I push him back with my knife pointed at his lower rib. He drops his cup, leaving the wine to puddle the floor, and raises his hands. I slightly lean forward with my eyes locked on his terror filled ones.
"I've tolerated you all day, with your wedding bullshit talk, and you trying to touch me." He goes to speak, but me pushing the knife slightly further makes him stop. "If you so much as think of coming near me in the next couple of days. I swear the moment my eyes land on you I will cut your ribs out right there. Am I understood?" I sternly finish with a last push of the knife.
"Yes, Princess. I'm terribly sorry I won't bother you again." He rushes out his apologies as he nods quickly.
I raise my knife to the side for him to shakily run to the doors of the dining hall. Everyone is still silent as I turn back to my food. As I bite into my food I look up to Rothwell slightly biting his lower lip. I can feel my neck up to my face get hot as I look back down to my plate. Everyone starts to mumble about me as they get back to dinner.
"Daughter, must you embarrass the poor boy." Father laughs as he fills my cup with wine.
"Yes I must. Animals like him don't listen to normal talk, so I must get straight to the point." I take a big gulp of my wine as I stand. "Well goodnight father, enjoy your night." I kiss my father on the forehead. "Please don't get him completely gone. I'd like him to be somewhat functional." I laugh with Rothwell as the others raise their cups to me.
I walk to my chambers with an orc on my mind, and how my mother would be shocked that this is who I'm thinking about. Once in my chambers I change into my night dress getting comfortable as the night bonfire is lit in town Square. I lean against the balcony door crossing my arms at William's nonsense. I'm brought out of my thoughts as a crowd forms, and William steps through along with Rothwell. I could finally see that Rothwell is three feet taller than William, and is much bigger as well. The small group that came with Rothwell cheers for Rothwell as the fight starts. I watch as Rothwell practically throws William like a child around the circle. William slides along the ground making me laugh, and Rothwell raises his arms as he roars in celebration with his men. One of the creature men point up toward me, making him look up at me. I give him a sarcastic clap, but inside I want to scream for him. His roar was much louder as his men crowd him like he won something. William steps back to him in a drunken like sway, maybe it's a painful sway. Rothwell swats the air telling him he's done, but William says something that's obviously antagonizing. Rothwell actually throws him this time, but I feel that still wasn't his full strength. I watch William use his horse to stand. Rothwell walks away with his group of men as my men get back to work on the weapons. William however takes his sword from the sheath he keeps on his horse, and runs toward Rothwell with the sword high in the air. I grab a book that I left on the balcony, and throw it at Rothwell. It hits one of his men, making him turn to me. I just point at William. I quickly run down the stairs as the yelling echoes off the walls. They grow louder as I get to the Town Square. I signal to the cannon gunners to shoot a cannon. My men stop, and stand to attention. The creatures slowly stand to their feet. I step calmly through the sea of men to the ones that are still gripping onto each other. I take the sword of one of the closest men.
"Enough!" I use the sword to push William back.
Once he sees it's me he falls to his knees.
"Meeting hall, NOW!" My voice booms off the walls.
As I follow the two men into the hall my father is standing there with an angry expression. As I walk around them I throw the sword into a table. I look at the marks William somehow got on Rothwell with worry, but when I look at how William looks I couldn't hold my smirk.
"I don't mind when you men fight for show or for your own amusement. However I will not tolerate you having war IN THE MIDDLE OF MY KINGDOM!" My father yells out like he never has before. "Not only did you want to spar with an orc, you tried to strike an unarmed man in the back." My father speaks in shame at William. "Lets not begin to discuss what happened at dinner with my daughter." He turns to me. "Why was he threatened anyway?"
"Well throughout the day he has tried grabbing me, telling me that I am to marry him, and how the suitors I've declined were for his benefit." I tell my father honestly.
While I explain to my father Rothwell snaps his head to William like he actually wants to kill him.
"Guards!" Father suddenly yells, making me jump in surprise. "Lock William in the tunnels until I can deal with him in the morning." William is pleading as he is being pulled out once he's gone father sits with a deep sigh. "I should've done that years ago." He looks up at me as he rests his head on his fingertips looking between me and Rothwell. "Hmm well. Should we start the courting process?" He asks Rothwell with a no tolerance voice.
"Yes." Is all Rothwell says with a last look at me before storming out.
"Courting process?" I question my father.
He just dismisses me to bed, and tells me to enjoy the gifts.
Many of my people think I’m psychotic, and with days like today I agree with them. As I stand on the balcony of the castle that looks at the open field. My father decided to have William win back his Guard position by fighting in an even match against Rothwell. I was shocked that he came to me with this, but I was proud his old self was showing.
“EVERYONE LISTEN! I HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE WILLIAM A CHANCE!” My father started, letting his family clap and cheer. “HOWEVER HE WILL NOT WALK AWAY SCRATCH FREE!” The clapping stopped. “SIR ROTHWELL AND WILLIAM WILL HAVE THEIR FINAL MATCH TO SEE WHO IS THE BETTER WARRIOR.” My father has to stop his speech because Wiliam’s family and some others are causing a ruckus.
“SILENCE!” My inpatient voice carries over the field. My father smirks over at me in thanks.
“THE ONLY WAY WILLIAM CAN RECEIVE HIS TITLE BACK HE MUCH DEFEAT THE ORC LORD TO HIS KNEES.” My father finishes his speech to sit in his seat.
“EACH FIGHTER WILL RECEIVE ONE WEAPON OF THEIR CHOICE. THEY THEN WILL BE MOVED TO THEIR ONE SIDES OF THE FIELD. WHEN THE CANON IS RELEASED THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN. ANYONE THAT INTERFERES THAT FIGHTER IS DONE, AND BOTH PEOPLE WILL BE HUNG WITHIN THE HOUR.” People murmur amongst each other. William’s family, every last one of them, look like a lit canon ready to explode. “ALSO WHOEVER WINS THIS BATTLE WILL WIN MY HAND IN MARRIAGE.” There are collective gasps all around the crowd.
I lock eyes with Rothwell, give him a nod as I lift my hand for the guards to lead them to the middle of the field. Rothwell keeps his eyes on mine, making the guard wave his hand to get his attention. I laugh as I sit next to my father.
“Well that was an exciting announcement.” He chuckles.
‘’It makes this go faster. if you haven’t noticed Rothwell is very taken with me…” he interrupts.
“and you him.” He teases me. “No wonder you couldn’t find a husband. You needed a mountain.” He laughs as I push him with my elbow.
“Like I was saying, orcs are very territorial, so by me saying that, Rothwell will either rip him to shreds or he will play with William until he’s made his point.” I smile as I think of ways.
When we look back to the field the men are almost to either side of the field. Rothwell has an ax in his hand while William has a sword. I scuff at his cockiness.
“What?” Father asks.
“William is so arrogant. There is a bow with eight arrows in the sheave, and he grabs a sword.” I signal the cannon to fire.
William lifts his sword, swings it a few times, and starts walking toward Rothwell. Only to stop at the center, waving the sword in a come here motion. The orcs, who are watching from the courtyard, growl at William’s disrespect, however they have great control; they don’t move an inch. Rothwell however stomps his way to William throwing the ax into the dirt that lays less than a foot away from William. I watch Rothwell’s every movement, and he really is a mountain. William tries to swing his sword, but Rothwell takes the sword away like it was just a stick. Some people gasp, others just talk, some even leave, but the creatures were cheering like this was sport. I guess in a way it is a sport for us if it was an even match and didn’t end in death.
Everything goes quiet as Rothwell grabs William by his neck, but he doesn’t kill William. He looks at me. I forget people are there, and run my finger over the front of my neck. With a smirk on both mine and Rothwell’s he breaks William’s neck. Rothwell is so much stronger than humanly possible, so it causes William’s head to rip off. The courtyard was split with cheers while the other was making terror-like sounds, making people quiet down.
“SO THAT SETTLES IT!” My father’s voice breaks through the crowd. “SIR ROTHWELL HAS WON NOT ONLY THIS FIGHT, BUT HE HAS WON MY RESPECT.” The crowd has a staggered applause, while the creatures applause with pride. “HE ALSO WON..” My father holds his hand out to me. I let him lead me to his side. “MY dAUGHTER’S HAND IN MARRIAGE.” His speech ends with Rothwell lifting William’s head with a roar.
When he has everyone’s attention he throws the head to the ground, and looks up at me with a determined gaze. I look toward the side door that is the service hall, although is does lead to the escape tunnel. He gets the hint, and walks with a puffed out chest to the door.
“Goodbye father.” I hurry around him to the painting.
“You’re my daughter alright.” He chuckles. It doesn’t hit me until I’m in the tunnel. He used to make my mother take these tunnels to their hideaway cave my father made for them.
“Shut up, and shut the door.” I laugh with him.
I get to the door just as I hear his heavy steps. I slowly open the door, to see his muscular back. I knock on the door causing him to turn to me. William’s blood is still on him as he grabs me by my waist to lift me to his lips. I can never get over the smoothness of his tusks, and how his beard tickles my cheeks. As we pull apart I smile into his eyes.
“I knew you would win.” I wrap myself around him the best I could in this dress I was forced to wear for the formal event.
“You knew what you were doing by saying that marriage line.’’ He gives me a smirk before he leans down to kiss my neck then back to my lips.
He pulls back after some time, and lets me back down on my feet.
“We’ve been down here too long. My people will want to celebrate my victory, and I’m going to need my woman with me.” He pulls me to him, making me squeeze against his chest.
That night I stayed by Rothwell’s side, and celebrated with my future family. The later it got the more embarrassing Rothwell’s life stories became.
“Oh…” Sip of mead. “Oh! Remember when Rothwell was ten winters old, and asked his father what the horses were doing.” Everyone bellows out in laughter.
I lean into his side while laughing.
‘’So what were they doing?’’ I just fall into his chest as I fall in a laughing fit.
I don’t realize he is moving his arm to go over my face, while tightly holding me in place.
“Oh sweet girl I’d gladly show you.” His voice seems much more rough than usual.
My eyes snap up at him as my cheeks start to burn. He just smirks at me as he leans down to kiss, what I assume from the burning, red cheek. I gasp as I look around to make sure no one saw.
“No one here cares about public affection. We actually are big on showing who’s our mate.” He moves my hair out of my face.
I don’t know if it’s the mead or if it was my own will letting me, but I reach up to grab the back of his neck. Once I have him close enough I kiss him as hard as I could, so I know he can feel it.
~Month later~
I've received a hairpin that has a beautiful blue jewel, a dress belt with matching jewelry, however my favorite is this fur blanket I found on my bed. I don't think I've ever slept better with how warm and soft it feels.
I have learned I am allowed to give him gifts as well, but near the end of the process. I have read through the library about the orc process, but it doesn't say anything about the seasons being a factor. I do try to ask Rothwell about it.
"Can I ask you something, Rothwell?" I timidly ask as we walk back to my castle from his new settlement.
"Of course you can. I'll answer anything." We stop at the bonfire, taking a seat.
"Does the seasons actually matter according to the courting process?" I look up at him, and notice he seems to get nervous.
"Well not really." He stands while speaking. "I just need time…" He cuts himself off like he wants to say more.
"Oh, I can understand that. Besides…." I stand, smiling up at him. "I need time to finish a gift big enough for a giant." I teasingly say as I enter the castle.
As I shut the door I hear Rothwell growl to himself, causing me to giggle. I have a few hours before bed, so I head to the work room. I have taken up a room with leather, fabric & runes I bought from an orc woman in the new settlement. So far I only have an arm cuff made, but with the time I have I should be able to finish the necklace I'm making.
I've learned a lot from these creatures that have settled here, and how they appreciate each other. Rothwell more than anyone. We aren't even married yet, and he has been asking for my help on decisions for his settlement. Well not all I haven't been able to go near the far north side of it, and no one will tell me why.
As I finish my last two loops to hold the stones there's a knock.
“Yes!”
The door opens to Rothwell with a sheepish look on his face.
“Rothwell?!” I rush to cover my work, but end up dropping my bowl of runes on the floor.
He comes over to help pick them up, but I notice he's looking at some with a smirk.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I take the runes from his hand.
He doesn't answer, he just looks over the table I've been hunched over for the past hour.
“I know it's not much, but I learned I can give you gifts as…” I squeal in surprise when I'm picked up and put on the table.
“You could have absolutely nothing, and I'd still marry you.” He leans close as he speaks with his deep voice.
I smile up at him as I reach over for his cuff. He smirks at me leaning on his one arm as he lifts the other arm to let me tie his gift onto the right arm. I quickly pull his dagger out of his waist, having him lock eyes with me. I smile as I slide his dagger into the shift I added along the wrist. He snaps up while looking at my gift in shock.
“That is the smartest idea I've ever seen. In battle my opponents won't see my dagger.” He excitedly talks.
“I'm glad you like it. I do have this..” I hold up the unfinished necklace. “I'm just having trouble with placing the right runes in the right order.” He holds the necklace in between his fingers as he looks it over.
“Who gave you these?” He begins to fidget with a rune.
“An orc woman that sells them in your settlement. I tried doing them myself, but cut my finger.” I giggle.
“Well Little one that woman is going to give you your money back.” He chuckles while he sits the necklace into my hands. “While I give her a stern talking too. That woman is my young sister, and the runes she gave you means…” He holds up the one he's been holding. “fertility…” He moves along to the others. “Protection, strength, partnership, and the rest are the same as the first, fertility.” He rests his hands next to my hips, caging me to the table.
“Oh..” I look down at the necklace, and try to figure out how I'm going to fix this mess.
“If you still would like to give me the finished product I will wear it proudly.” He softly takes it from my hands. “I know everything is new to you, but understand one thing. If you allow me to finish this ritual I will cherish anything and everything you give me, while tearing apart anyone who mocks us.”
I don't know what comes over me. I just grab the sides of his face, and kiss him deeply. His arm goes around me as he growls against my lips. His lips feel so much more softer than I thought they would, although his tusks are pushing into my chin. It's not sharp; it's more like pushing my cheeks to make my lips pucker more. We pull apart with a smile on both of our faces.
“Let me get you to your chambers before I throw everything out the window.” I giggle as he lifts me off the table to the floor.
As we walk in a comfortable silence I hold onto his arm, honestly enjoying the way his woodsy, smokey smell calms my mind. When we get to my hall I start to feel myself get upset knowing he will have to leave.
“Goodnight, Little one.” He kisses the top of my head before I walk into my room.
“Goodnight, Rothwell.” I smile to myself as I shut the door.
I go on the rest of my night as I normally would, however my body is on fire. I even have on the lightest nightgown I own, and even the fall breeze does nothing. I overlook the sky as I stand on my balcony wishing Rothwell was here. I go to turn when I see Rothwell at the main gate entrance. I watch him sneak around the guards, until he reaches under my balcony. He finally looks up with his eyes on mine.
“Hurry!” I try to whisper loud enough for him to hear.
He smirks at me before he disappears into a side door. I start getting very anxious with what will happen when my orc husband gets up here. I hear movement just a few moments later behind the painting that covers my escape door. How did he find that? It opens to Rothwell panting like he ran, which wouldn't surprise me with how quickly he got here.
We don't say a word, we quickly walk to each other. He lifts me as I kiss him with hurried movements. His growls along with my gasps fill the room as he lays me on my bed. He looks me up and down as his hand rests on my thigh.
“Tell me to stop, Princess.” his voice sounds like he's in pain.
“I need you Rothwell. I need my husband.” I look up into his eyes hoping he sees just how desperate I feel.
Within seconds my nightgown is ripped in two, and my orc husband has his mouth biting, kissing my body, and has his hand gripping along my body. I can't help but grip his hair, and scratch the top of his shoulder. As he travels down to my center my legs rub along his warm body. His heat melts my body to the bed until his tongue runs quickly up my center, hitting my clit for just a moment. It sends me up onto my elbows to look at him in shock.
“Again please, Rothwell.” I beg.
I see determination in his eyes before he dives his head in between my legs again. I can't believe how well his tongue moves along my center like he's been down there for years. He hits my clit with almost every up stroke, and he knew I needed it from his firm grip getting tighter to hold me still.
“Oh God Rothwell!” I scream out when his lips wrap around my clit, and sucks softly with a twirl like lick.
I fall to the bed as spots form all over my vision. I feel him climb onto the bed next to me, and pull to his warm body.
“I know your customs Little One. Don't worry about me.” He kisses my shoulder, and keeps me place as I try to turn and dismiss him. “Sleep. I'll see you at breakfast, even though I'd rather stay here, but I'd rather you not be a widow before we are even married.” I giggle at him as I turn to bury my face into his chest.
“That would be awful. I'd have to marry a boring human then.” He chuckles.
“Boring human? Little One they were boring to you way before I got here.” We laugh as we settle into the bed.
Many of my people think I’m psychotic, and with days like today I agree with them. As I stand on the balcony of the castle that looks at the open field. My father decided to have William win back his Guard position by fighting in an even match against Rothwell. I was shocked that he came to me with this, but I was proud his old self was showing.
“EVERYONE LISTEN! I HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE WILLIAM A CHANCE!” My father started, letting his family clap and cheer. “HOWEVER HE WILL NOT WALK AWAY SCRATCH FREE!” The clapping stopped. “SIR ROTHWELL AND WILLIAM WILL HAVE THEIR FINAL MATCH TO SEE WHO IS THE BETTER WARRIOR.” My father has to stop his speech because Wiliam’s family and some others are causing a ruckus.
“SILENCE!” My inpatient voice carries over the field. My father smirks over at me in thanks.
“THE ONLY WAY WILLIAM CAN RECEIVE HIS TITLE BACK HE MUCH DEFEAT THE ORC LORD TO HIS KNEES.” My father finishes his speech to sit in his seat.
“EACH FIGHTER WILL RECEIVE ONE WEAPON OF THEIR CHOICE. THEY THEN WILL BE MOVED TO THEIR ONE SIDES OF THE FIELD. WHEN THE CANON IS RELEASED THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN. ANYONE THAT INTERFERES THAT FIGHTER IS DONE, AND BOTH PEOPLE WILL BE HUNG WITHIN THE HOUR.” People murmur amongst each other. William’s family, every last one of them, look like a lit canon ready to explode. “ALSO WHOEVER WINS THIS BATTLE WILL WIN MY HAND IN MARRIAGE.” There are collective gasps all around the crowd.
I lock eyes with Rothwell, give him a nod as I lift my hand for the guards to lead them to the middle of the field. Rothwell keeps his eyes on mine, making the guard wave his hand to get his attention. I laugh as I sit next to my father.
“Well that was an exciting announcement.” He chuckles.
‘’It makes this go faster. if you haven’t noticed Rothwell is very taken with me…” he interrupts.
“and you him.” He teases me. “No wonder you couldn’t find a husband. You needed a mountain.” He laughs as I push him with my elbow.
“Like I was saying, orcs are very territorial, so by me saying that, Rothwell will either rip him to shreds or he will play with William until he’s made his point.” I smile as I think of ways.
When we look back to the field the men are almost to either side of the field. Rothwell has an ax in his hand while William has a sword. I scuff at his cockiness.
“What?” Father asks.
“William is so arrogant. There is a bow with eight arrows in the sheave, and he grabs a sword.” I signal the cannon to fire.
William lifts his sword, swings it a few times, and starts walking toward Rothwell. Only to stop at the center, waving the sword in a come here motion. The orcs, who are watching from the courtyard, growl at William’s disrespect, however they have great control; they don’t move an inch. Rothwell however stomps his way to William throwing the ax into the dirt that lays less than a foot away from William. I watch Rothwell’s every movement, and he really is a mountain. William tries to swing his sword, but Rothwell takes the sword away like it was just a stick. Some people gasp, others just talk, some even leave, but the creatures were cheering like this was sport. I guess in a way it is a sport for us if it was an even match and didn’t end in death.
Everything goes quiet as Rothwell grabs William by his neck, but he doesn’t kill William. He looks at me. I forget people are there, and run my finger over the front of my neck. With a smirk on both mine and Rothwell’s he breaks William’s neck. Rothwell is so much stronger than humanly possible, so it causes William’s head to rip off. The courtyard was split with cheers while the other was making terror-like sounds, making people quiet down.
“SO THAT SETTLES IT!” My father’s voice breaks through the crowd. “SIR ROTHWELL HAS WON NOT ONLY THIS FIGHT, BUT HE HAS WON MY RESPECT.” The crowd has a staggered applause, while the creatures applause with pride. “HE ALSO WON..” My father holds his hand out to me. I let him lead me to his side. “MY dAUGHTER’S HAND IN MARRIAGE.” His speech ends with Rothwell lifting William’s head with a roar.
When he has everyone’s attention he throws the head to the ground, and looks up at me with a determined gaze. I look toward the side door that is the service hall, although is does lead to the escape tunnel. He gets the hint, and walks with a puffed out chest to the door.
“Goodbye father.” I hurry around him to the painting.
“You’re my daughter alright.” He chuckles. It doesn’t hit me until I’m in the tunnel. He used to make my mother take these tunnels to their hideaway cave my father made for them.
“Shut up, and shut the door.” I laugh with him.
I get to the door just as I hear his heavy steps. I slowly open the door, to see his muscular back. I knock on the door causing him to turn to me. William’s blood is still on him as he grabs me by my waist to lift me to his lips. I can never get over the smoothness of his tusks, and how his beard tickles my cheeks. As we pull apart I smile into his eyes.
“I knew you would win.” I wrap myself around him the best I could in this dress I was forced to wear for the formal event.
“You knew what you were doing by saying that marriage line.’’ He gives me a smirk before he leans down to kiss my neck then back to my lips.
He pulls back after some time, and lets me back down on my feet.
“We’ve been down here too long. My people will want to celebrate my victory, and I’m going to need my woman with me.” He pulls me to him, making me squeeze against his chest.
That night I stayed by Rothwell’s side, and celebrated with my future family. The later it got the more embarrassing Rothwell’s life stories became.
“Oh…” Sip of mead. “Oh! Remember when Rothwell was ten winters old, and asked his father what the horses were doing.” Everyone bellows out in laughter.
I lean into his side while laughing.
‘’So what were they doing?’’ I just fall into his chest as I fall in a laughing fit.
I don’t realize he is moving his arm to go over my face, while tightly holding me in place.
“Oh sweet girl I’d gladly show you.” His voice seems much more rough than usual.
My eyes snap up at him as my cheeks start to burn. He just smirks at me as he leans down to kiss, what I assume from the burning, red cheek. I gasp as I look around to make sure no one saw.
“No one here cares about public affection. We actually are big on showing who’s our mate.” He moves my hair out of my face.
I don’t know if it’s the mead or if it was my own will letting me, but I reach up to grab the back of his neck. Once I have him close enough I kiss him as hard as I could, so I know he can feel it.
~Month later~
I've received a hairpin that has a beautiful blue jewel, a dress belt with matching jewelry, however my favorite is this fur blanket I found on my bed. I don't think I've ever slept better with how warm and soft it feels.
I have learned I am allowed to give him gifts as well, but near the end of the process. I have read through the library about the orc process, but it doesn't say anything about the seasons being a factor. I do try to ask Rothwell about it.
"Can I ask you something, Rothwell?" I timidly ask as we walk back to my castle from his new settlement.
"Of course you can. I'll answer anything." We stop at the bonfire, taking a seat.
"Does the seasons actually matter according to the courting process?" I look up at him, and notice he seems to get nervous.
"Well not really." He stands while speaking. "I just need time…" He cuts himself off like he wants to say more.
"Oh, I can understand that. Besides…." I stand, smiling up at him. "I need time to finish a gift big enough for a giant." I teasingly say as I enter the castle.
As I shut the door I hear Rothwell growl to himself, causing me to giggle. I have a few hours before bed, so I head to the work room. I have taken up a room with leather, fabric & runes I bought from an orc woman in the new settlement. So far I only have an arm cuff made, but with the time I have I should be able to finish the necklace I'm making.
I've learned a lot from these creatures that have settled here, and how they appreciate each other. Rothwell more than anyone. We aren't even married yet, and he has been asking for my help on decisions for his settlement. Well not all I haven't been able to go near the far north side of it, and no one will tell me why.
As I finish my last two loops to hold the stones there's a knock.
“Yes!”
The door opens to Rothwell with a sheepish look on his face.
“Rothwell?!” I rush to cover my work, but end up dropping my bowl of runes on the floor.
He comes over to help pick them up, but I notice he's looking at some with a smirk.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I take the runes from his hand.
He doesn't answer, he just looks over the table I've been hunched over for the past hour.
“I know it's not much, but I learned I can give you gifts as…” I squeal in surprise when I'm picked up and put on the table.
“You could have absolutely nothing, and I'd still marry you.” He leans close as he speaks with his deep voice.
I smile up at him as I reach over for his cuff. He smirks at me leaning on his one arm as he lifts the other arm to let me tie his gift onto the right arm. I quickly pull his dagger out of his waist, having him lock eyes with me. I smile as I slide his dagger into the shift I added along the wrist. He snaps up while looking at my gift in shock.
“That is the smartest idea I've ever seen. In battle my opponents won't see my dagger.” He excitedly talks.
“I'm glad you like it. I do have this..” I hold up the unfinished necklace. “I'm just having trouble with placing the right runes in the right order.” He holds the necklace in between his fingers as he looks it over.
“Who gave you these?” He begins to fidget with a rune.
“An orc woman that sells them in your settlement. I tried doing them myself, but cut my finger.” I giggle.
“Well Little one that woman is going to give you your money back.” He chuckles while he sits the necklace into my hands. “While I give her a stern talking too. That woman is my young sister, and the runes she gave you means…” He holds up the one he's been holding. “fertility…” He moves along to the others. “Protection, strength, partnership, and the rest are the same as the first, fertility.” He rests his hands next to my hips, caging me to the table.
“Oh..” I look down at the necklace, and try to figure out how I'm going to fix this mess.
“If you still would like to give me the finished product I will wear it proudly.” He softly takes it from my hands. “I know everything is new to you, but understand one thing. If you allow me to finish this ritual I will cherish anything and everything you give me, while tearing apart anyone who mocks us.”
I don't know what comes over me. I just grab the sides of his face, and kiss him deeply. His arm goes around me as he growls against my lips. His lips feel so much more softer than I thought they would, although his tusks are pushing into my chin. It's not sharp; it's more like pushing my cheeks to make my lips pucker more. We pull apart with a smile on both of our faces.
“Let me get you to your chambers before I throw everything out the window.” I giggle as he lifts me off the table to the floor.
As we walk in a comfortable silence I hold onto his arm, honestly enjoying the way his woodsy, smokey smell calms my mind. When we get to my hall I start to feel myself get upset knowing he will have to leave.
“Goodnight, Little one.” He kisses the top of my head before I walk into my room.
“Goodnight, Rothwell.” I smile to myself as I shut the door.
I go on the rest of my night as I normally would, however my body is on fire. I even have on the lightest nightgown I own, and even the fall breeze does nothing. I overlook the sky as I stand on my balcony wishing Rothwell was here. I go to turn when I see Rothwell at the main gate entrance. I watch him sneak around the guards, until he reaches under my balcony. He finally looks up with his eyes on mine.
“Hurry!” I try to whisper loud enough for him to hear.
He smirks at me before he disappears into a side door. I start getting very anxious with what will happen when my orc husband gets up here. I hear movement just a few moments later behind the painting that covers my escape door. How did he find that? It opens to Rothwell panting like he ran, which wouldn't surprise me with how quickly he got here.
We don't say a word, we quickly walk to each other. He lifts me as I kiss him with hurried movements. His growls along with my gasps fill the room as he lays me on my bed. He looks me up and down as his hand rests on my thigh.
“Tell me to stop, Princess.” his voice sounds like he's in pain.
“I need you Rothwell. I need my husband.” I look up into his eyes hoping he sees just how desperate I feel.
Within seconds my nightgown is ripped in two, and my orc husband has his mouth biting, kissing my body, and has his hand gripping along my body. I can't help but grip his hair, and scratch the top of his shoulder. As he travels down to my center my legs rub along his warm body. His heat melts my body to the bed until his tongue runs quickly up my center, hitting my clit for just a moment. It sends me up onto my elbows to look at him in shock.
“Again please, Rothwell.” I beg.
I see determination in his eyes before he dives his head in between my legs again. I can't believe how well his tongue moves along my center like he's been down there for years. He hits my clit with almost every up stroke, and he knew I needed it from his firm grip getting tighter to hold me still.
“Oh God Rothwell!” I scream out when his lips wrap around my clit, and sucks softly with a twirl like lick.
I fall to the bed as spots form all over my vision. I feel him climb onto the bed next to me, and pull to his warm body.
“I know your customs Little One. Don't worry about me.” He kisses my shoulder, and keeps me place as I try to turn and dismiss him. “Sleep. I'll see you at breakfast, even though I'd rather stay here, but I'd rather you not be a widow before we are even married.” I giggle at him as I turn to bury my face into his chest.
“That would be awful. I'd have to marry a boring human then.” He chuckles.
“Boring human? Little One they were boring to you way before I got here.” We laugh as we settle into the bed.
You've heard of my mother and father's love story, well this is mine. I am (y/n) daughter of Captain Rune, and I'm half orc half human. I take after my father mostly, but I'm much smaller than most orc women. You know I have a brother named Bain.
Over the years I've been helping my mother, and brother with the farm while my father was sailing around. When my brother turned fifteen he went to sail with our father permanently. They kept sailing for a few years until mother got sick. She got the flu, and didn't last the month. My father tried to sail, but only lasted a few months before coming back home. That's when my brother became captain. That's where my story begins. Thorald.
When I first met Thorald I was twelve, and he along with my brother were sixteen. Father docked for the winter, and Thorald with his father stayed in the barn. He had lost his mother that spring to a fire, and it made him quiet. If you weren't my father, his or my brother you might as well forget about him talking back to you. He would smile at me when I gave him blankets, and hot water to the barn. I guess that winter was when my crush started. Every winter after they would stay with us, and when I turned fourteen they built onto the house. Thorald and I would find ourselves in the kitchen at highmoon for sweets, and over the years we became very close.
When I turned nineteen my mother got sick. I found myself getting quiet, and working more than normal. I didn't notice until one night I was carrying carrot bags into the barn when I heard a deep throat being cleared. I turn to Thorald standing with the rest of the bags.
“(y/n)...” he starts as he places the bags down with the rest, and stands tall in front of me. “I need you to rest. I can't have you cold like me.” He lightly holds my hands. “Call me selfish, but I need you to keep being my happiness when I come home from sailing.” He kisses my fingers before leaving me in the barn.
She died that night. That winter they left, and they only returned to let father off.
-skip to beginning of Autumn-
Today started like any other day, I woke to my father humming his and my mother's song, and me needing to start breakfast. I throw my hair into a ponytail, change some of my earrings to different ones, and change into my work clothes. My brother is docking today, so I have to get the barn ready for the extra men needing a quiet place. I already cleaned up Bain, and Thorald's room yesterday.
As I'm laying down blankets, and baskets of food I hear the loudest group of degenerates enter my farm. I chuckle at my own joke as I walk out to meet them as they come around the house.
“(Y/n)!” Bain comes running at me at full speed.
“Bain NO!” I ran around the porch with him chasing me trying to reach me.
I see Thorald, and launch myself onto his back. Clenching onto him like a scared cat. He laughs as his rough hands hold me in place by my thighs.
“No fair you know he won't let me get you.” Bain whines like a grown man child, because he knows how much stronger Thorald is to him.
“The meat is cooking, and (y/n) has cleaned up the place. Now you all go wash up, so you can eat.” My father stops my brother whining as he leans on the pillar.
They all walk off, leaving me on Thorald's back. He looks over his shoulder.
“I'm glad to see that smile of yours. I hated leaving you.” He slowly couches down, letting me slide down his back.
“I can't lie to you. I did go quiet for most of the time you were gone, but when I realized I needed to get things in order I got better.” I smile up at him as we walk inside. “Oh I fixed your blanket.”
He gives me a kiss on my forehead before going to his room. I knew he was saying thank you, but couldn't speak from the others that already came into the living room. The rest of the night went by great with stories, food, and laughter.
The following morning I woke to silence, which is odd for a farm full of sailing men. I go down to the kitchen to only my father sitting at the table eating meat from last night.
“Morning father. Where is everyone?” I ask, grabbing the rib from his plate.
“They are cleaning out the ship.” He swats my hand as he talks. “Apparently they have some trunks that are full of stuff. I don't know. I honestly wasn't listening, I had just opened my eyes.” We chuckle.
As my day went on I would see a couple men here and there, which is odd. They usually lay around when they dock. I don't even see Thorald. He usually is next to me every second until they leave in spring.
“Hey uh Odo, right?” I stop a Satyr that works on the ship.
“Oh yes ma'am” He says very timidly.
“Do you know where Thorald may be?” I ask, watching him fidget with his hands.
“Well I uh saw him on the ship earlier, but we were cleaning it out. He could be in the house.” He tells me, but I know it's not true.
“Alright.” I've had enough of them being secretive.
I march through the farm to my horse, and ride to our docks. I tie my horse to the dock post watching the men stop, and look at me before moving quickly around. What in the world are they doing?
“(Y/n) what are you doing here?” Bain stops me as I step onto the deck.
“I was just checking on everyone. I haven't seen anyone all day.” I look around at them moving crates off the ship onto wagons we use on the farm.
“Oh we have been finishing the ship for winter.” He walks me back down. “We are almost done, so we'll see you at dinner.”
“Now you wait a minute.” I stop his subtle shoving. “You tell me right now, what's going on?” I put my foot down.
“I…I wish I could tell you (y/n). I really do.” He looks down.
“Hhh where's Thorald?” I sigh in complete confusion.
“He's in town.” Bain looks down in shame.
“In town, but I made sure we had everything at home…” I try to look up at him, but he looks down. “Oh. He's there.” I don't say anything else as I mount my horse.
“(y/n) wait.” Bain grabs the reins. “He's not there for that. It's not my place to tell you, but please just wait.” Bain looks at me with hard begging eyes.
I give a subtle nod before I begin riding home. My mind went to what else could he be doing at a woman's hotel. Once I'm home I go inside to work on my baking. I'm halfway through the fourth large orc pie, which is like three human size pies in one, when my father walks into the kitchen.
“Just like your mother. Alright sit down.” He pulls me away from the new pie crust I was starting. “What happened?” He gives me a rag for my hands.
“I found out where Thorald has been today, and I hate it.” I throw the rag onto the table. “He's in town.” He sits for a moment then his eyebrows raise up. “Yea, so I'm baking enough stuff for an army, because I can't think about what he is doing.” I huff.
“(Y/n)!” We hear from outside. “Where's (y/n) guys!” They must have pointed to the house, because someone practically rips the door down as they run into the kitchen.
Thorald is standing in my kitchen with no breath, a torn shirt, and marked face. My father beats me to stand.
“I think it's best you go outside, Son.” He tells Thorald.
“I can't go until you understand why I was in town. I can't let you think…” My father starts pulling him to the backdoor. “No.. Rune, come on.” He is mostly muffled by the door, and then I hear my father's muffled voice.
I almost fall out of my chair when a deep roar comes through the air. I silently get back to baking, and when my father comes inside, he just sighs at my back before going to the living room. The rest of the day, I hear banging coming from the woods behind the barn, and I know immediately that it's Thorald. I grab my basket, fill it with a little of everything I made, and head toward the banging. I come to the clearing and see Thorald hammering a board to the side of the building. I set the basket down on the stack of wood he has next to him. He reaches for another piece of wood when he hits the basket handle, making him look down and then up to me.
“(Y/n).” He drops his hammer as he turns to me.
“You've been out here all afternoon, so I brought you food.” I don't know what to do, so I just look at the basket.
“I won't touch your food until you listen to my truth.” He sits on a log as he wipes himself with his shirt.
I move the basket to his hands as I sit next to him with a sigh. He hands me a pastry with jam, and then grabs the sandwich I made.
“I'd never touch a woman other than my own woman. I was at the hotel, because I found out my mother's sister is working there. I went to talk to her, but she would rather work there.” He shrugs. “I understand why you thought I was doing that, I would think the same, but I would never do that to you.” He pulls me to his side. “I was hoping…well I was hoping I could have your permission to be involved in the courting ceremony.” He stumbles over his words, and he doesn't realize he's squeezing me.
“You'd want to court me?” I look up at him in shock. Me? “Thorald you do know there are women fighting in the Town Square to even start the courting process with you.” I tell him in general amazement.
“Yea. I saw some of that today, actually none are my type. I like my women (y/short/tall he's 6.5), and (y/plus “soft”, athletic “lean”).” He smirks down at me.
I turn with a burning face, and look around the building he was working on when I came up.
“Don't answer yet. I want to do this right.” He gets up, and begins hammering again with more speed. I giggle as I watch him build away.
Throughout the fall months I would wake to gifts on my nightstand. My favorite is a cape he made with a fur cape. As it started to snow it kept me so warm. I would also give my own gifts for this courtship by having his lunch and dinner when he'd walk into the kitchen. I also am making him, well us, a quilt for when the courtship is over, and we get married.
I wake up earlier today, and as I'm getting ready I hear the floorboards creak. I hold back my giggle as my doorknob starts to turn. I quickly step behind the door once it begins to open, and Thorald quietly steps into the room. His back is to me when I tickle his side making him jump around with a deep growl.
“What are you doing awake?” He chuckles as he moves closer to me practically caging me to the wall.
“I don't know I woke up bright today.” I lean against his body for his warmth. “Besides I wanted to catch who was leaving me things.” I look up at him with my hands resting on his chest.
“Things like this?” He holds up fur gloves that matched the cape.
“Oh it matches!” I exclaim as I take them to try on. “They are so soft. Thank you.” I hug him with my face cuddling in his chest.
“I want to take you somewhere.” He plays with the ends of my hair while he hugs me.
He helps me put my new cape on, and leads me to the building he was working on when he asked me to start the courtship. It's now completed to be a great looking cabin. A lovely porch with a swing. I always wanted one.
“This is your home.” Thorald tells me as he leads me up the steps to the front door.
“Mine?” I ask, looking up at him confused.
“Yes I built this for you, and hopefully me if you accept my courtship.” He walks me around the cabin showing me the living room with a big fireplace, a big kitchen, and a couple rooms.
He made the wood on the wall look so smooth, and classic looking. I couldn't see myself anywhere else.
“I love it.” My cheeks hurt from smiling so big. I walk into the farthest bedroom. “Oh wow.”
I jump onto the big bed, and bury myself in the soft blanket and pillows. I roll around with groans and sighs. I'm so wrapped up in the soft bed I jump out of my skin when a hand rubs up my leg. I look up to a smiling Thorald.
“Thorald you know I accept this courtship. I wouldn't have said yes before if…” I'm silenced by Thorald kissing me so hard that his tusks poke my cheeks, and I feel mine press into his cheeks.
The warmth of his body wakes mine up as he leans over me. My legs completely open for him to rest in between them, and to rest on his hips. I moan against his lips as I squeeze my knees to his sides as he slides a hand into my hair, and his other arm wrap along my lower back making me arch toward him. He started to quickly kiss down my cheek to my neck, he tightens his hold on me.
“Thorald.” I moan out as I grab his arms.
His growl sounds frustrated as he leans back on his hand, and looks me over. In a blink of an eye he is ripping my clothes off of me, causing me to let myself lose. I push him up, so we both are on our knees, and begin to pull his clothes off. His hands hold me hard against him once his clothes are with mine on the floor of our room. I moan as I reach up to kiss him. With his hands roaming my body I grip his shoulders as I melt against his warm body.
“Lay down for me, baby.” He softly says in my ear.
He stays on his knees as I lay back onto the pillows. He runs his hands up my thighs as he leans down with kisses going back and forth from one thigh to the other. The grip he has on my thighs will leave a mark, but I'll love the memories. He stops for a moment giving me a quick glance before running his tongue along my opening. I gasp with a quick hand to the top of his head, but his tongue goes faster side to side, and around my clit before he begins to suck. I jump up scratching his shoulder while leaning on my elbow so I can watch his tongue move. His tongue then disappears into me leaving my head to fall back with a gasping moan. My legs are locking against his head as I begin to shake.
“Thorald please yes.” I fall back onto the bed with a deep gasp as he gives one finally suck.
I watch him as I catch my breath as he lifts my legs to hold in one hand as he holds himself in the other moving the head along my opening. My eyes clothes as he begins to push in making us both gasp. Him pushing completely through makes me lock my eyes with him while holding onto the back of his neck. He leans on one elbow as he holds me close with the other as he begins to move.
“I can't believe you accepted.” He kisses me hard.
“Thorald I…” I can't talk, I'm too overwhelmed.
“Just relax against me, baby. I got you.” He bites my earlobe as I hold onto him.
With me holding onto him he sits up with me on his lap. His hands move from my neck and back down to my hips as they move on their own. I lean my head against his as I roll my hips with a tight hold on his shoulders.
“That's it.” He groans into my shoulder. “(y/n)!” I begin to shake against him.
“Thorald please…” I moan out. “help.” I moan in frustration.
He tightly grips my hips, and helps me grind against him. I arch up with a loud scream like moan when I finally let go. Thorald takes my breast into his mouth as he lays me down. He pounds into me with a groan, tight squeeze of his arms, and his hot seed fills me.
“Oh my Gods.” I gasp for breath.
He rolls over with me on his chest.
“I can't let you go.” He softly says into my hair.
“You don't have to.” I smile into his chest.
I gasp as I feel him to get hard again as his hands move along my back. I move my hips as I lean up with my hands on his chest. His hands keep moving along my body as I move my hips to grind slowly against him. He pulls me back down to kiss me bringing his knees up, and begins to slowly push up. I hold the back of his neck as I hide my face into his neck with a moan. He moves faster with each moan that leaves me, and in seconds I'm practically screaming with him holding me down with deep rams. I tighten up against him with a tight grip on the back of his neck, and I finally relax against his body with a loud relaxed moan. He follows seconds later with a deep growl, and him gripping my chin with a deep kiss. He slowly pulls out of me, and softly rolls us to our side, holding me to his chest.
When I woke up that morning I had breakfast on the nightstand, and a naked orc trying to sneak back into the bed. I giggle at him as I pull him into a kiss. We pull back for him to pull the tray over my lap as he sits behind me, letting me lean against him. I lift pieces of fruit and bacon up to him, and we enjoy breakfast.
We got married that spring, and stayed in our home for a month before they had to start sailing again. After two years Thorald stopped sailing to stay with me on the farm. Which was smart because I ended up pregnant with twins, our boys Arik and Dagen. I had our daughter, Astra, when the boys were five.
Many of my people think I’m psychotic, and with days like today I agree with them. As I stand on the balcony of the castle that looks at the open field. My father decided to have William win back his Guard position by fighting in an even match against Rothwell. I was shocked that he came to me with this, but I was proud his old self was showing.
“EVERYONE LISTEN! I HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE WILLIAM A CHANCE!” My father started, letting his family clap and cheer. “HOWEVER HE WILL NOT WALK AWAY SCRATCH FREE!” The clapping stopped. “SIR ROTHWELL AND WILLIAM WILL HAVE THEIR FINAL MATCH TO SEE WHO IS THE BETTER WARRIOR.” My father has to stop his speech because Wiliam’s family and some others are causing a ruckus.
“SILENCE!” My inpatient voice carries over the field. My father smirks over at me in thanks.
“THE ONLY WAY WILLIAM CAN RECEIVE HIS TITLE BACK HE MUCH DEFEAT THE ORC LORD TO HIS KNEES.” My father finishes his speech to sit in his seat.
“EACH FIGHTER WILL RECEIVE ONE WEAPON OF THEIR CHOICE. THEY THEN WILL BE MOVED TO THEIR ONE SIDES OF THE FIELD. WHEN THE CANON IS RELEASED THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN. ANYONE THAT INTERFERES THAT FIGHTER IS DONE, AND BOTH PEOPLE WILL BE HUNG WITHIN THE HOUR.” People murmur amongst each other. William’s family, every last one of them, look like a lit canon ready to explode. “ALSO WHOEVER WINS THIS BATTLE WILL WIN MY HAND IN MARRIAGE.” There are collective gasps all around the crowd.
I lock eyes with Rothwell, give him a nod as I lift my hand for the guards to lead them to the middle of the field. Rothwell keeps his eyes on mine, making the guard wave his hand to get his attention. I laugh as I sit next to my father.
“Well that was an exciting announcement.” He chuckles.
‘’It makes this go faster. if you haven’t noticed Rothwell is very taken with me…” he interrupts.
“and you him.” He teases me. “No wonder you couldn’t find a husband. You needed a mountain.” He laughs as I push him with my elbow.
“Like I was saying, orcs are very territorial, so by me saying that, Rothwell will either rip him to shreds or he will play with William until he’s made his point.” I smile as I think of ways.
When we look back to the field the men are almost to either side of the field. Rothwell has an ax in his hand while William has a sword. I scuff at his cockiness.
“What?” Father asks.
“William is so arrogant. There is a bow with eight arrows in the sheave, and he grabs a sword.” I signal the cannon to fire.
William lifts his sword, swings it a few times, and starts walking toward Rothwell. Only to stop at the center, waving the sword in a come here motion. The orcs, who are watching from the courtyard, growl at William’s disrespect, however they have great control; they don’t move an inch. Rothwell however stomps his way to William throwing the ax into the dirt that lays less than a foot away from William. I watch Rothwell’s every movement, and he really is a mountain. William tries to swing his sword, but Rothwell takes the sword away like it was just a stick. Some people gasp, others just talk, some even leave, but the creatures were cheering like this was sport. I guess in a way it is a sport for us if it was an even match and didn’t end in death.
Everything goes quiet as Rothwell grabs William by his neck, but he doesn’t kill William. He looks at me. I forget people are there, and run my finger over the front of my neck. With a smirk on both mine and Rothwell’s he breaks William’s neck. Rothwell is so much stronger than humanly possible, so it causes William’s head to rip off. The courtyard was split with cheers while the other was making terror-like sounds, making people quiet down.
“SO THAT SETTLES IT!” My father’s voice breaks through the crowd. “SIR ROTHWELL HAS WON NOT ONLY THIS FIGHT, BUT HE HAS WON MY RESPECT.” The crowd has a staggered applause, while the creatures applause with pride. “HE ALSO WON..” My father holds his hand out to me. I let him lead me to his side. “MY dAUGHTER’S HAND IN MARRIAGE.” His speech ends with Rothwell lifting William’s head with a roar.
When he has everyone’s attention he throws the head to the ground, and looks up at me with a determined gaze. I look toward the side door that is the service hall, although is does lead to the escape tunnel. He gets the hint, and walks with a puffed out chest to the door.
“Goodbye father.” I hurry around him to the painting.
“You’re my daughter alright.” He chuckles. It doesn’t hit me until I’m in the tunnel. He used to make my mother take these tunnels to their hideaway cave my father made for them.
“Shut up, and shut the door.” I laugh with him.
I get to the door just as I hear his heavy steps. I slowly open the door, to see his muscular back. I knock on the door causing him to turn to me. William’s blood is still on him as he grabs me by my waist to lift me to his lips. I can never get over the smoothness of his tusks, and how his beard tickles my cheeks. As we pull apart I smile into his eyes.
“I knew you would win.” I wrap myself around him the best I could in this dress I was forced to wear for the formal event.
“You knew what you were doing by saying that marriage line.’’ He gives me a smirk before he leans down to kiss my neck then back to my lips.
He pulls back after some time, and lets me back down on my feet.
“We’ve been down here too long. My people will want to celebrate my victory, and I’m going to need my woman with me.” He pulls me to him, making me squeeze against his chest.
That night I stayed by Rothwell’s side, and celebrated with my future family. The later it got the more embarrassing Rothwell’s life stories became.
“Oh…” Sip of mead. “Oh! Remember when Rothwell was ten winters old, and asked his father what the horses were doing.” Everyone bellows out in laughter.
I lean into his side while laughing.
‘’So what were they doing?’’ I just fall into his chest as I fall in a laughing fit.
I don’t realize he is moving his arm to go over my face, while tightly holding me in place.
“Oh sweet girl I’d gladly show you.” His voice seems much more rough than usual.
My eyes snap up at him as my cheeks start to burn. He just smirks at me as he leans down to kiss, what I assume from the burning, red cheek. I gasp as I look around to make sure no one saw.
“No one here cares about public affection. We actually are big on showing who’s our mate.” He moves my hair out of my face.
I don’t know if it’s the mead or if it was my own will letting me, but I reach up to grab the back of his neck. Once I have him close enough I kiss him as hard as I could, so I know he can feel it.
~Month later~
I've received a hairpin that has a beautiful blue jewel, a dress belt with matching jewelry, however my favorite is this fur blanket I found on my bed. I don't think I've ever slept better with how warm and soft it feels.
I have learned I am allowed to give him gifts as well, but near the end of the process. I have read through the library about the orc process, but it doesn't say anything about the seasons being a factor. I do try to ask Rothwell about it.
"Can I ask you something, Rothwell?" I timidly ask as we walk back to my castle from his new settlement.
"Of course you can. I'll answer anything." We stop at the bonfire, taking a seat.
"Does the seasons actually matter according to the courting process?" I look up at him, and notice he seems to get nervous.
"Well not really." He stands while speaking. "I just need time…" He cuts himself off like he wants to say more.
"Oh, I can understand that. Besides…." I stand, smiling up at him. "I need time to finish a gift big enough for a giant." I teasingly say as I enter the castle.
As I shut the door I hear Rothwell growl to himself, causing me to giggle. I have a few hours before bed, so I head to the work room. I have taken up a room with leather, fabric & runes I bought from an orc woman in the new settlement. So far I only have an arm cuff made, but with the time I have I should be able to finish the necklace I'm making.
I've learned a lot from these creatures that have settled here, and how they appreciate each other. Rothwell more than anyone. We aren't even married yet, and he has been asking for my help on decisions for his settlement. Well not all I haven't been able to go near the far north side of it, and no one will tell me why.
As I finish my last two loops to hold the stones there's a knock.
“Yes!”
The door opens to Rothwell with a sheepish look on his face.
“Rothwell?!” I rush to cover my work, but end up dropping my bowl of runes on the floor.
He comes over to help pick them up, but I notice he's looking at some with a smirk.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I take the runes from his hand.
He doesn't answer, he just looks over the table I've been hunched over for the past hour.
“I know it's not much, but I learned I can give you gifts as…” I squeal in surprise when I'm picked up and put on the table.
“You could have absolutely nothing, and I'd still marry you.” He leans close as he speaks with his deep voice.
I smile up at him as I reach over for his cuff. He smirks at me leaning on his one arm as he lifts the other arm to let me tie his gift onto the right arm. I quickly pull his dagger out of his waist, having him lock eyes with me. I smile as I slide his dagger into the shift I added along the wrist. He snaps up while looking at my gift in shock.
“That is the smartest idea I've ever seen. In battle my opponents won't see my dagger.” He excitedly talks.
“I'm glad you like it. I do have this..” I hold up the unfinished necklace. “I'm just having trouble with placing the right runes in the right order.” He holds the necklace in between his fingers as he looks it over.
“Who gave you these?” He begins to fidget with a rune.
“An orc woman that sells them in your settlement. I tried doing them myself, but cut my finger.” I giggle.
“Well Little one that woman is going to give you your money back.” He chuckles while he sits the necklace into my hands. “While I give her a stern talking too. That woman is my young sister, and the runes she gave you means…” He holds up the one he's been holding. “fertility…” He moves along to the others. “Protection, strength, partnership, and the rest are the same as the first, fertility.” He rests his hands next to my hips, caging me to the table.
“Oh..” I look down at the necklace, and try to figure out how I'm going to fix this mess.
“If you still would like to give me the finished product I will wear it proudly.” He softly takes it from my hands. “I know everything is new to you, but understand one thing. If you allow me to finish this ritual I will cherish anything and everything you give me, while tearing apart anyone who mocks us.”
I don't know what comes over me. I just grab the sides of his face, and kiss him deeply. His arm goes around me as he growls against my lips. His lips feel so much more softer than I thought they would, although his tusks are pushing into my chin. It's not sharp; it's more like pushing my cheeks to make my lips pucker more. We pull apart with a smile on both of our faces.
“Let me get you to your chambers before I throw everything out the window.” I giggle as he lifts me off the table to the floor.
As we walk in a comfortable silence I hold onto his arm, honestly enjoying the way his woodsy, smokey smell calms my mind. When we get to my hall I start to feel myself get upset knowing he will have to leave.
“Goodnight, Little one.” He kisses the top of my head before I walk into my room.
“Goodnight, Rothwell.” I smile to myself as I shut the door.
I go on the rest of my night as I normally would, however my body is on fire. I even have on the lightest nightgown I own, and even the fall breeze does nothing. I overlook the sky as I stand on my balcony wishing Rothwell was here. I go to turn when I see Rothwell at the main gate entrance. I watch him sneak around the guards, until he reaches under my balcony. He finally looks up with his eyes on mine.
“Hurry!” I try to whisper loud enough for him to hear.
He smirks at me before he disappears into a side door. I start getting very anxious with what will happen when my orc husband gets up here. I hear movement just a few moments later behind the painting that covers my escape door. How did he find that? It opens to Rothwell panting like he ran, which wouldn't surprise me with how quickly he got here.
We don't say a word, we quickly walk to each other. He lifts me as I kiss him with hurried movements. His growls along with my gasps fill the room as he lays me on my bed. He looks me up and down as his hand rests on my thigh.
“Tell me to stop, Princess.” his voice sounds like he's in pain.
“I need you Rothwell. I need my husband.” I look up into his eyes hoping he sees just how desperate I feel.
Within seconds my nightgown is ripped in two, and my orc husband has his mouth biting, kissing my body, and has his hand gripping along my body. I can't help but grip his hair, and scratch the top of his shoulder. As he travels down to my center my legs rub along his warm body. His heat melts my body to the bed until his tongue runs quickly up my center, hitting my clit for just a moment. It sends me up onto my elbows to look at him in shock.
“Again please, Rothwell.” I beg.
I see determination in his eyes before he dives his head in between my legs again. I can't believe how well his tongue moves along my center like he's been down there for years. He hits my clit with almost every up stroke, and he knew I needed it from his firm grip getting tighter to hold me still.
“Oh God Rothwell!” I scream out when his lips wrap around my clit, and sucks softly with a twirl like lick.
I fall to the bed as spots form all over my vision. I feel him climb onto the bed next to me, and pull to his warm body.
“I know your customs Little One. Don't worry about me.” He kisses my shoulder, and keeps me place as I try to turn and dismiss him. “Sleep. I'll see you at breakfast, even though I'd rather stay here, but I'd rather you not be a widow before we are even married.” I giggle at him as I turn to bury my face into his chest.
“That would be awful. I'd have to marry a boring human then.” He chuckles.
“Boring human? Little One they were boring to you way before I got here.” We laugh as we settle into the bed.
I want to start by saying I'm so sorry to everyone who is waiting for the next part of stories. I just got a 3m old puppy & she's a little tornado lol I swear I'm trying 😩
I want to start by saying I'm so sorry to everyone who is waiting for the next part of stories. I just got a 3m old puppy & she's a little tornado lol I swear I'm trying 😩
When I turned fourteen I knew things were going to change in the worst possible way. I saw the royal doctors leaving my mother's chambers, and her ladies in waiting looking down so upset. I had just turned sixteen when I got woken by my mother's closest lady in waiting telling me to come quickly. I sat with my mother for an hour when she finally let go. My father stood by the door silently crying to himself. They did actually love each other.
That night my life became hectic. I took over Queen duties for the kingdom. Which is no problem, however my father's advisors are like the devil in his ear. My father is so poor minded that the lies they tell him he believes them. I do feel bad for my father. He was just a guard when he and my mother, the princess, fell for each other. He does care for our people, he just doesn't understand how to communicate with them, so he leaves it to William. William is the head guard that is supposed to help my people when they need it, but he's just a tyrant.
Like today, William and Henry, the main advisor, are telling my father that the creatures that are coming to do trade are tricking my father. They are telling him that these creatures are raiding savages. I've heard enough from these two.
"Alright that's enough. What are your sources for all this?" I stop them just as they walk to the maps to map out an attack on the incoming ships. "My sources tell me the reason for any attacks was that the Tearings Kingdom enslaved them." I look at my father's indecisive face.
"I have insiders in the Silentdew Kingdom, Sire." Henry boosts with a mocking smile.
"I don't remember a ship leaving for that long of a voyage, so when was this?"
I'm completely ignored.
"These creatures are here simply for land. I myself have sent letters with their King, so I will not have these stories to be spread. If no problems are caused then no problems will occur. They should be docking in just three days, and we must greet them accordingly." My father takes over. He turns to me. "(Y/n) I need you to be there for their reassurance that we give faith into our new arrangements." I give my father a reassuring smile.
"I was hoping to meet them at dinner." I try to sound proper, not too obvious.
"I know, I know. I just need them to know even with your own… legacy, we are here united for good reasons." I laugh at his pausing for the right words.
What he had difficulty with is my true title. Queen General (full name). At fourteen my mother insisted my father train me in some sort of defense. What she didn't expect was for me to get completely infatuated with fighting, and well I became General after my eighteenth birthday. No one argued the title placement, because they knew I actually worked for it. Sadly I had to give that title to William last year when I turned twenty. My father told me it was time for me to settle down, so he's been finding suitors for me. Most of them did seem good on paper, so I don't fault my father on that point. It's just when they open their mouths nothing intelligent comes out just pompous showboating, or their egos get destroyed from my legacy. At least my father doesn't fight me when I tell him I won't marry them.
Besides, my biggest problem is dealing with an overly cocky William. He's been following me around assuming I'm turning the suitors away for him, because we've known each other since childhood. Granted as a child he was better to tolerate. Over the years I've learned just the type of man he's become, and the amount of female servants I've helped from his whole group. My mother taught me very early that I can't stop men like that, so that's why the only females that work in my castle are my own close ladies. I have made an example of what happens when I catch you in certain acts which helped the women in the town as well. Sadly mother was right. That's why I pray to her that I'm right with these creatures that come here, they docked yesterday. Tomorrow I will actually meet their leader, and have dinner.
This morning I'm woken up by my ladies to get ready for the creature's arrival. They should be here by midday, and by then I should have my nerves somewhat controlled. Which doesn't seem fruitful when the laces of my dress are being pulled back to cut my breathing off. I wasn't used to these formal dresses, and hair styling anymore. I mostly stayed in work dresses, and kept my hair braided to the side. I look like my mother with my hair like this, and she'd love this.
I walked down the main steps as the gates opened for three mountainous horses carrying orcs. I come to a stop in the only open place next to my father. Of course it's next to William. I keep myself looking at the gorgeous horses, but I'm stuck on the short haired one with a scruff-like beard. His yellow eyes scan the crowd, they seem to shine with curiosity as he sees something new.
"I like your hair this way, Princess." William takes me away from the orc. "I wanted to surprise you, but Friday I'm telling your father about us." I feel his hand move along my arm. "I can't let you keep this charade of the suitors." The entire feeling from him makes me nervous, causing me to move away immediately.
I hear him chuckling as I step to my father as he steps closer with the orcs following. Once I take a deep breath I realize I didn't hold my composure when my face relaxes. My father introduces me to Lord Rothwell and his guards. I look up at him in amazement as I outstretch my hand.
"Welcome Sir Rothwell." I offer him my hand.
"I'm very happy to be here, My Lady." His smile brings his tusk to a better view as he brings my hand to meet his lips, letting me feel just how smooth his tusks are.
Throughout the day, we are in the meeting hall going over the maps showing them their lands, and discussing laws. I was surprised when we have similar laws, granted they had more for the different creatures, which they gave us their law books.
Once dinner is served, it's like we have all known each other for years with the laughter coming from the dining hall. I sit left of my father as Rothwell sits across from me. I could listen to him talk about his people all night. He talks with such passion, the way his eyes light up when he speaks of certain people, well creatures.
"I'm glad we are on the same page about this settlement." I'm father raises his cup to cheer.
"Yes, I like how we are using the river as a boundary. It is very clever. That way no one can say they don't know where they are going." He cheers with my father.
"That was (y/n)'s idea. I swear if you spend a day with her you'd be amazed with what she comes up with." Father laughs as he shakes my shoulder making my food fall off my spoon.
"I'd love to spend a day with you." Rothwell looks me in the eyes as he says this, his voice makes my ankles lock together on their own.
"Sir Rothwell, do you hope this is a permanent settlement or just for the resources?" I generally want to know for my own knowledge and my kingdom's.
"Completely permanent, Princess." He smirks once responded.
My father grabs Rothwell's attention for some battle stories, but William decides now will be best to slide into the seat next to mine. I roll my eyes at his drunken smile.
"Father?" I try to properly get his attention.
"I was thinking about sunset for our ceremony." William begins. "The windows in the church shine perfectly at that time." He reaches for my piece of hair, but I move back.
I look back to my father to see him still talking, but Rothwell is eyeing William with hard eyes. William leans closer to continue his wedding talk, trying to touch me, making me grip my eating knife. He goes to reach for me again, and I snap. I push him back with my knife pointed at his lower rib. He drops his cup, leaving the wine to puddle the floor, and raises his hands. I slightly lean forward with my eyes locked on his terror filled ones.
"I've tolerated you all day, with your wedding bullshit talk, and you trying to touch me." He goes to speak, but me pushing the knife slightly further makes him stop. "If you so much as think of coming near me in the next couple of days. I swear the moment my eyes land on you I will cut your ribs out right there. Am I understood?" I sternly finish with a last push of the knife.
"Yes, Princess. I'm terribly sorry I won't bother you again." He rushes out his apologies as he nods quickly.
I raise my knife to the side for him to shakily run to the doors of the dining hall. Everyone is still silent as I turn back to my food. As I bite into my food I look up to Rothwell slightly biting his lower lip. I can feel my neck up to my face get hot as I look back down to my plate. Everyone starts to mumble about me as they get back to dinner.
"Daughter, must you embarrass the poor boy." Father laughs as he fills my cup with wine.
"Yes I must. Animals like him don't listen to normal talk, so I must get straight to the point." I take a big gulp of my wine as I stand. "Well goodnight father, enjoy your night." I kiss my father on the forehead. "Please don't get him completely gone. I'd like him to be somewhat functional." I laugh with Rothwell as the others raise their cups to me.
I walk to my chambers with an orc on my mind, and how my mother would be shocked that this is who I'm thinking about. Once in my chambers I change into my night dress getting comfortable as the night bonfire is lit in town Square. I lean against the balcony door crossing my arms at William's nonsense. I'm brought out of my thoughts as a crowd forms, and William steps through along with Rothwell. I could finally see that Rothwell is three feet taller than William, and is much bigger as well. The small group that came with Rothwell cheers for Rothwell as the fight starts. I watch as Rothwell practically throws William like a child around the circle. William slides along the ground making me laugh, and Rothwell raises his arms as he roars in celebration with his men. One of the creature men point up toward me, making him look up at me. I give him a sarcastic clap, but inside I want to scream for him. His roar was much louder as his men crowd him like he won something. William steps back to him in a drunken like sway, maybe it's a painful sway. Rothwell swats the air telling him he's done, but William says something that's obviously antagonizing. Rothwell actually throws him this time, but I feel that still wasn't his full strength. I watch William use his horse to stand. Rothwell walks away with his group of men as my men get back to work on the weapons. William however takes his sword from the sheath he keeps on his horse, and runs toward Rothwell with the sword high in the air. I grab a book that I left on the balcony, and throw it at Rothwell. It hits one of his men, making him turn to me. I just point at William. I quickly run down the stairs as the yelling echoes off the walls. They grow louder as I get to the Town Square. I signal to the cannon gunners to shoot a cannon. My men stop, and stand to attention. The creatures slowly stand to their feet. I step calmly through the sea of men to the ones that are still gripping onto each other. I take the sword of one of the closest men.
"Enough!" I use the sword to push William back.
Once he sees it's me he falls to his knees.
"Meeting hall, NOW!" My voice booms off the walls.
As I follow the two men into the hall my father is standing there with an angry expression. As I walk around them I throw the sword into a table. I look at the marks William somehow got on Rothwell with worry, but when I look at how William looks I couldn't hold my smirk.
"I don't mind when you men fight for show or for your own amusement. However I will not tolerate you having war IN THE MIDDLE OF MY KINGDOM!" My father yells out like he never has before. "Not only did you want to spar with an orc, you tried to strike an unarmed man in the back." My father speaks in shame at William. "Lets not begin to discuss what happened at dinner with my daughter." He turns to me. "Why was he threatened anyway?"
"Well throughout the day he has tried grabbing me, telling me that I am to marry him, and how the suitors I've declined were for his benefit." I tell my father honestly.
While I explain to my father Rothwell snaps his head to William like he actually wants to kill him.
"Guards!" Father suddenly yells, making me jump in surprise. "Lock William in the tunnels until I can deal with him in the morning." William is pleading as he is being pulled out once he's gone father sits with a deep sigh. "I should've done that years ago." He looks up at me as he rests his head on his fingertips looking between me and Rothwell. "Hmm well. Should we start the courting process?" He asks Rothwell with a no tolerance voice.
"Yes." Is all Rothwell says with a last look at me before storming out.
"Courting process?" I question my father.
He just dismisses me to bed, and tells me to enjoy the gifts.
