Orc Tarzan x Reader
Author's Note: Hey guys. Orc Tarzan is heavy on the brain. I wrote this scene
You sighed in frustration as you passed the same tree you had seen half an hour ago.
You were a ladies maid traveling with a small party accompanying the princess on her journey to her future husband's neighboring kingdom. The journey entailed an arduous trek through the woods. You had made camp at the base of the mountain and had been sleeping in your tent when you had been ordered by the head ladies maid to retrieve water for the princess when she awoke.
Which is how you found yourself in your current predicament.
You must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and found yourself completely lost returning from the creek where you had collected the water. You set down your pitcher and crossed your arms. You felt ridiculous going around in circles in the woods in only your nightgown and robes, your slippers already caked in mud.
The snap of a twig pulled your attention upward towards the trees. You saw small figures emerge from the branches. Goblins. Nearly thirty. All armed and looking displeased at your being uninvited on their territory. A feeling of dread began to settle in you as you began to take a few steps back.
“I was leaving,” you anxiously assured them as they glared at you.
Your slipper caught onto a root and you hit the ground with a thud.
One of the goblins shouted something in their language and they began to shriek, shimmying down the trees and charging towards you. You scrambled to your feet and sprinted. The goblins followed behind, closing the distance between you. You kept going. You robe caught onto a branch and you hastily freed yourself from it and kept running. Your nightgown continued to be tugged at and ripped by the unforgiving branches, intent on pulling you in and throwing you back to the goblins. Little did you know someone was witnessing the scene from above and following closely behind.
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The lone orc who had inhabited these woods had never seen humans before, he had only heard of them through stories from the older creatures in the woods. He had been keeping a close eye on your party the last few days of your journey, fascinated by this new species. In the early morning he had been patrolling the woods from above and had noticed you wandering the woods alone, dangerously close in goblin territory.
The goblins usually had kept to themselves, residing underground in their caves. But the humans had set all the creatures of the woods on edge. Historically they had never been kind. The lone orc was a testament to that, the last of his kind in these woods. So he kept an eye on you from above. Intrigued by your moves. He observed the goblins charging towards you in a frenzy. But you were no soldier or hunter, he determined that from your terrified expression as you fled. So he lunged from his perch and grabbed hold of a vine, pushing himself off the trunk of the tree to build momentum and gliding towards you. As he flew over the goblins he reached out towards you.
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You continued to run but to your horror you were going towards a ravine. You knew logically there was no way you’d make it across but you wouldn't let that stop you from trying. With every bit of energy you could muster you flung yourself off the edge. Much to your surprise you didn’t plummet downward but flew across. You look down to find the goblins racing beneath you.
You looked behind you to find a massive orc holding you by the back of your nightgown. You screamed in terror as he looked down at you in confusion. You looked down to find a goblin chewing at your slipper. You took the pitcher, miraculously still in your hand, and beat the creature away. He slipped off, taking your shoe and the pitcher with him. You continued to scream as the orc pulled you up towards the forest canopy and landed on a thick branch with a thud.
You wrestled your way out of the orcs grip and began to regain your footing beside him. The goblins sprouted through the canopy and charged towards you. You practically threw yourself back into your savior's arms as he immediately jumped back through the canopy, twisting and turning every which way as the goblins continued their pursuit. You had been readjusted to cling to his back. Not even the terror of the chase could allow you to escape the brief embarrassment you felt about the thin fabric of your nightgown being the only thing that separated your bare breasts from his muscular back.
He released his grip on the vine and the two of you landed on a trunk. You think the added weight might have been a little too much for him as he grunted in discomfort straddling the two of you above the entrance of the trunk, his thighs tightened in an effort to keep the trunk in one piece.
The shrieks of the goblins grew closer and you pointed towards them.
“There.” you shouted.
The orc quickly reassessed the situation and plunged into the trunk, holding you closely against him. Clusters of goblins began to lumber in behind you. The weight was too much for the old trunk and it began to split open. The two of you fell from the collapsing structure and plummeted towards the forest floor. You screamed in horror as the orc desperately clung onto a vine. The skin on his hand grew blistered as the two of you slid down. He roared in determination, clinging tightly to you. After what felt like an eternity. The vine snapped back up, pulling the two of you up with it. You landed on another branch and looked up to find the remnants of the trunk tumbling down towards you.
The orc acted fast and pushed you towards the base of the tree. You held his body close to yours, in any other situation the intimacy would have been scandalous, but the fear of the situation made you forget such things. The trunk slammed against the first floor and the goblins retreated.
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One of the goblins hissed something and to your surprise the orc responded back in what seemed to be perfect ghukliak. You used the opportunity to pull away from the orc and slip to the other side of the tree and onto another branch.
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The orc assured the goblin king that he’d keep an eye on the humans and would escort the human woman back to her camp. The goblin king furrowed his brow in disapproval.
“I’m far older than you, I remember humans in these woods. Depleting our resources and our populations. They aren’t to be trusted.”
“I certainly don’t need a reminder on the pitfalls of human nature, your highness.”
The goblin nodded, he pulled your discarded slipper out of his belt and handed it to the orc.
“We’ll be going then.”
The orc took the slipper and turned around to find you had disappeared.
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To be continued…