~ This is my first time posting something I've written, but it is also practically purely smut so enjoy! Also this is only Part 1, since it got so long!
Your father the King of Direwood has always been distant and cruel to anyone other than humans, especially orcs, so when he announced to the court of your arranged marriage to Thrall the Orc King who ruled over a rival kingdom across the ocean. After your mother died you knew your father would marry you off soon, but this was so sudden. You feared for yourself and your future as you thought about the stories you had heard of orcs, they were savage and violent creatures. You would miss your home, the gardens, the nice servants who you taught to read, the books you couldn't pack with you. Despite your nerves you were eventually all packed up and on your way to his castle. When you arrived the torches along the walls were lit as night had fallen, and there were many orc guards surrounding the large castle which made you nervous as you felt their stares on you like heavy weight. You walked through the halls being led by the orc who has the King's right hand, he didn't say much and you were too nervous to care. You felt small and vulnerable around such strong creatures, and you knew the king would only be taller and stronger than all of them. You noticed the tall dark oak doors ahead of you as they swung open, revealing a dark but warm throne room. You walked in to meet your husband-to-be, you looked forward with as much strength as you could muster. That's when you saw him, his green skin exposed with only some armor on his shoulders concealing his chest slightly. His long dark black hair decorated with braids with bones as charms. His mouth held tusks that poked over his lip to touch his top lip, you eyes were stuck on his mouth intrigued by his tusks. Your eyes fluttered between his handsome face, long hair, strong body and hands, and the armor he dressed in with furs layered on his throne. Quickly your eyes met his in an intense gaze, you turned your eyes to the floor as you continued to walk forward to him.
You come to a stop in front of him, as the other orc who led you inside walks to shut the doors and you and the King are left alone. Thrall steps from his throne and in a few quick strides is in front of you close enough that you can feel his breath, but he has not touched you yet. Your eyes close as you take in the earthy warm scent of him, "Look at me." Thrall's rough voice is a low rumble which sends a vibration through you, and you look up to meet his golden eyes. Thrall loomed over you, his massive frame caging you in blocking you from the light of the torches behind him. His thumb traces over your lip, pulling it lightly before he pulled away gently. His gentleness was surprising, but not as much as the look in his eyes which made you almost dizzy because you didn't feel or see the monster you thought you should fear. Instead you saw a hunger you have never seen before. He walks to the side of you to look at you, you feel your face get warmer as heat pools in your stomach. You follow his body movements with a nervous but excited gaze, he is much more handsome than you had imagined and his actions were making you feel in ways you hadn't before. "You're such a little thing", he spoke gruffly his voice, "Such a pretty little thing." You were having a hard time standing still, you were buzzing from his intense intimate gaze like he was sizing you up. You tried to look anywhere but him, but the feeling of his eyes all over you became too much and when you saw his eyes you knew then that he was thinking unsavory things about you. You blushed, hard as your eyelids fluttered but your eyes couldn't look away from him. He walked back in front of you, you were too anxious to speak. You weren't afraid of him, no, instead you were feeling things you couldn't have imagined feeling. You had a few crushes growing up, but this moment and the tension in the air was electric, you felt it in your bones. He invaded the space in front of you again, this time his fingers grazed over your cheeks feeling your soft skin. You felt his large calloused fingers as they stroked a path along your jawline, a soft gasp and breath broke through parting your lips. "So soft. They wrapped you up in a beautiful dress like a present for me.", he groaned almost growling as if to control himself. He was close enough to smell more of his earthy, smoky, masculine musky scent, you felt his warm breath against your bare neck and side of your face, his hand now in your hair holding you close to him. He growled a low whisper in your ear, "Did they tell you to fear me? To fear the things I would do to you?" He pulled away slightly, his face hovering above yours studying your features. You gasped as you heard his words, not out of fear but something else. Something that ignited a fire in your nerves. You nodded softly, the intensity of his presence striking you to your core and his scent making you dizzy. He chuckled darkly, his lips curled and you could see his tusks more closely now and his orcish features intrigued you.
"I don't wish to break you...break this perfection," he said his warm large hand now holding your small one as he leaned back to look you up and down, "I only want to claim it." His last words were so sharp and final, a deep growl rumbling through his chest you felt it in your own chest as your heart beat like a drum. With a hand holding your gently his other hand moved your hair from your shoulder to stroke your bare neck. He traced your pulse to the base of your throat, as if he felt it thump under your skin enthusiastically. "I am going to worship you." he said his deep voice sending heat to pool in your belly again.
The events that occurred in the cold and formal throne room was hours ago now. The wedding ceremony was a blur of orcish traditions which you were unfamiliar with, and your nerves kept you quiet as you participated in guttural chanting in orcish and faced the stern orcish elders. Thrall watched you the entire time, through the entire ceremony with desire. His gaze carried a physical weight, a possessiveness that stripped away every layer of finery and pretense making you feel naked before him. He had taken your hand to seal the pact, his hand engulfed yours and your mind fluttered to the moments from before. Despite his strength his touch was warm and gentle, his nostrils flared as if he smelled the sudden thrill which shot through you at the thought of his power and size over you.
Now you were alone with him in his private chambers, that fire in your nerves had almost become unbearable. You followed him into the room and when he shut the door his hand quickly found the small of your back pressing you into him. Shocked, you gasped and as your lips parted he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was not what you expected, his lips were soft...yet again he wasn't what you had expected. His touch was sure but a question, a tender exploration. His lips moved with patience which concealed his brutish appearance. His rough stubble scraped at your delicate skin, the friction making you gasp in pleasure. He took this to his advantage and his tongue swept into your mouth, his tusks lightly grazing against your lips. Your tongues met in a passionate dance, his is commanding and tastes of spiced wine. I am kissing an orc. The thought should have horrified you, instead your knees went weak. A small, desperate sound vibrated in your throat as your hands, of their own volition, moved up to rest on his chest. The solid muscle was like living rock, and you could feel the powerful beat of his heart. He groaned, the sound was animalistic as his kiss changed, The tenderness had burned away, and was replaced by a raging urgency. Both of his arms now held you, one still pressed into the small of your back his large muscles caging you against him. His large hand splayed across your whole back, your body now flush against his hard one as his other hand tangles in your hair. You were melting, your shyness incinerated by the force of his desire. You were giving in, your body going limp and pliant in his strong overwhelming embrace.
He broke the kiss, only a moment both of you breathing raggedly. His golden eyes were blazing, like an eternal flame. "Do you see what you do to me, my queen? Do you feel it?" he growled, grabbing your hands and pressing it against his formidable bulge straining against his trousers. The size of him made you gasp, "This is all for you my sweet little human." Your eyes widen at his forwardness, he enjoyed your reaction growling against your ear as he kissed your neck feverishly allowing his tusks to crape against you as his chest rumbled. You moaned and gasped as you felt his need and desire in his trousers and in his kisses, he smelled you and caught whiffs of your shampoo, your perfume, and your skin. "You smell like sweet wine, I can't wait to drink you." His voice was deep, a commanding rasp as he rubbed his body against you and you felt his cock stir, this sent a shockwave of lust to your core. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching and so wet. You could feel the slickness soaking through your thin wedding underclothes. "I am going to take you to my bed," he whispered, his lips against your ear again his hot breath making you shudder. "I am going to peel the silk from your lush body. I am going to spread your soft thigh and taste your sweet cunt." Every words was a deep low growl, making you ache for him more. "I want to hear you scream my name while my tongue fucks that tight hole." Oh, gods. He began to remove your outer layer of clothes, in haste you joined him lustfully. You were panting, your head spinning. His filthy words were like a spell, weakening your resolve and setting your blood on fire. He didn't wait for an answer, in one swift motion he lifted you as though you weighed nothing and carried you to a massive bed covered in soft furs. He laid you down with reverence, his eyes devouring you as he stood at the foot of the bed. "My beautiful queen," he said his voice thick with intent as he pulled at your final under garments. "You were made for me, made to bear my seed. I am going to fill out so deep that you are completely full of me." His declaration was so primal, unlike anything you had ever heard spoken to you before. The effects of what you were about to do was life altering, which would have filled you with dread but instead you felt more arousal at your folds. The thought of him, of being claimed thoroughly unlocked a deep part of you that you never knew existed.
He tore his armor and clothing off, revealing his chest which looked sculpted from pure power. Then his trousers were gone, and his cock sprang free. It was as formidable as the rest of him, thick and long, jutting proudly from a thatch of coarse black hair. He climbed onto the bed and crawled over you, like a predator claiming his prize. he kissed you again, a deep soul-searing kiss, as his hands found your breasts. His palms were rough and calloused, but his touch was deliberate, kneading your soft flesh, his thumbs circling your nipples until they were hard, and aching. "So perfect." he grunted against your mouth. He moved down your body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire. He took a nipple into his mouth, he sucked hard his tongue lashing at your sensitive peak. You cried out, your back arching off the bed, offering yourself to him without a second thought. He lavished your breasts with attention, biting and sucking until you were mindless with need, writhing beneath him. He continued his journey south, his rough large hands pushing your thighs apart. You were exposed, completely open to him. The cool air hit your wetness, and you flinched but his grip on your thighs was firm. "Look at me, watch me taste what is mine." His fiery golden eyes locked with yours, you couldn't look away as you watched his head lower between your thighs. His eyes never left you either, not even as his tongue licked a long and slow stripe through your soaked folds. A loud moan was pulled from deep inside of you, the sensation was too much and too intense as something you had never felt before. He gripped your hips, holding you down and still as he feasted on you. He lapped at your clit, circling it, then sucking it gently between his lips. He drove his tongue inside of you, fucking you with it, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. You moaned and gasped uncontrollably as he groaned and growled into you, "You taste like honey and sin." His voice was muffled against your flesh, but he growled again. "I am going to eat this cunt every fucking night." He dipped his head and tongue back down to feast on you, his tusks rubbing against your wet lips and thighs. You were babbling, pleading with him, your fingers tangled in his black hair. "Please... Thrall... please..." "Please what, my queen?" he asked, lifting his head. His chin glistening with your arousal, a teasingly playful dark look on his face. "I need... I need you inside me. Now." The coil in your stomach had tightened and tightened, it was unbearable. A savage grin spread across his face, he moved up your body and aligned his massive cock with your dripping entrance. Your hand moved up to caress his face and scratch the stubble on his jaw, your mouth agape with breathless gasps as you felt his blunt wide head pressed against you. "This is going to stretch your tiny little cunt, my sweet princess," he warned, his eyes locked on yours with intensity. "You're going to take every inch of my fucking cock. You're going to scream for me"
The wait is over!! I have finally finished Part 3 of The Orc King
I apologize for taking soo long, finals week felt like purgatory and then I wasn't sure what direction to take it...but anywaysss here it is! I hope you enjoy!!
The Orc King - Part Three
warnings - 18+ no proofreading, thigh job, piv, orc x princess reader, breeding kink, creampie, some dirty talk duh, mention of dead animal temporarily, probably forgot some
The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. You stood near the fortress gates, a simple wool cloak wrapped around your shoulders. You watched as Thrall checked the saddle on a massive, shaggy beast that was more mountain than horse.
"Come," he said, without turning to face you. His voice was a command that vibrated in your chest. "We hunt."
It wasn't a request. A few days ago, it might have filled you with cold dread. But now, after the nights spent in his bed, after the way he had claimed your mouth and your cunt and filled your womb with his seed...it sparked a different kind of thrill.
You were learning him. The fierce possessiveness, the raw pride that burned behind his warm amber eyes. You had come across more about him in a book, tucked not-so-neatly among his maps. A treatise on orc marriage rites. You hadn't been snooping - truly - but the leather-bound pages had fallen open to a chapter titled "The Provider's Pride." It was slightly hard to read due to it being written so small, the English translation parallel to the larger Orcish words.
To bring a fresh kill to your mate proves your strength, to show your worth as a protector. It is the foundation of the hearth.
It explained so much. The way he watched you eat, the intensity with which he asked if you were satisfied. It wasn't just dominance. It was his culture. His duty. Our duty.
So, while he was out in the predawn gloom, you were in the kitchen. The orc cooks had stared, their brutish faces slack with confusion, as the soft human princess requested flour, dried berries, and honey.
You baked, your hands accustomed to needlework clumsily shaped the dense sweet bread whose recipe you found in the same book that you found before. You prepared a small tray of the treats you had made, along with a wineskin of spiced wine.
Thrall returned just past midday, a massive elk carcass hung across his shoulders around his neck. He was splattered with earth, his green skin muddy but gleaming with effort. His expression one of fierce satisfaction. He strode toward the keep, the very picture of primal victory.
You met him in the courtyard, your heart hammering. You held the tray out and up towards him, along with the wineskin.
"For you," You said, your voice smaller than you wished. "For after the hunt."
He stopped dead. His eyes, which had been scanning the horizon snapped down to the offering in your hands. He didn't take it. He just stared, his nostrils flaring slightly. The silence stretched on, and you felt a blush creep up your neck heating your cheeks. Your thoughts filled with worry that you misread or overstepped.
Then, his large, calloused hand came towards you. He didn't take the items. He cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin with a roughness that made your knees weak.
"You prepared this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
You nodded, unable to speak.
He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. "You read? You have learned." His voice laced with surprise and satisfaction, he paused. "You are a good wife."
The words his you like a physical blow, sweet and devastating. The words felt hot as they left his lips, their effect on you noticeable as you lips parted slightly.
He took the tray, his fingers brushing yours, the tray looking like a plate in his large hands. He pulled off a part of the bread, which looked like a large amount to you, and ate it in one bite. His intense gaze never left your face, he chewed slowly and swallowed.
"It is perfect."
The simple praise bloomed hot in your chest. He drained half of the wine skin in a single drink, then handed it back. His hand slid from your cheek to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you into a hard, claiming kiss. It tasted of the forest, of sweat, of him and the spiced wine. It was over too soon.
"We go," he said, his voice thicker now. He mounted the beast and pulled you up in front of him, settling you against his chest. he didn't head for the keep. He turned towards and he urged the beast we rode into the woods at an intense pace.
We rode deeper than you had ever been, following the sound of rushing water. The air grew misty, and the roar grew louder. He halted in a small clearing where a waterfall crashed into a deep, clear pool, surrounded by deep green moss-covered stones and brighter green soft ferns. The sound of the water was a thunder that swallowed the world outside.
He dismounted and lifted you down, his warm and rough large hands moving you gently. His hands didn't leave your waist.
Instead, you felt his rough palms slide under your cloak, under your simple dress, they came to a dominating stop. His grip branding your bare hips, you felt his touch slowly become more dominating and possessive as he explored more of you.
"This place," he finally spoke, his mouth against your temple. His husky deep, rough voice sunk deep into your skin like a warm electric spark. "This is where an orc brings his mate. To show her the wilderness that is his. To claim her in it."
He kissed you then, not with the tender softness of your first, but with a deep, consuming hunger. His tongue plunged into your mouth, and you met it with your own, your arms winding around his neck. He walked you backward until your shoulders met the cool, damp surface of a massive boulder covered in a velvet layer of emerald moss.
His hands were everywhere, tearing at the laces of your dress, pushing the fabric from your shoulders until it pooled at your feet. The cool, misty air pebbled your skin, your nipples tightening into hard, aching points. He made a low, approving sound and palmed your breast. His thumb rubbed tight rough circles over the peak.
"Look at you," he growled, his other hand sliding down your soft belly, through the patch of hair between your thighs.
"My soft wife. Waiting for me in my halls. Baking for me." His finger dipped down, finding your slit, already slick and ready for him. "Your cunt is dripping for me right now, isn't it? This greedy, perfect little hole knows what it's for."
You whimpered, pushing your hips against his hand. "Yes."
"What is it for y/n?" he demanded, pushing one thick finger inside of you, curling it.
You cried out, your head falling back against the moss. "For you! For your cock!"
"For my seed," he corrected, his voice a filthy rasp. He added a second finger, stretching you, his palm grinding against your clit. "For breeding. This sweet pretty cunt was made to take my fucking orc cum and make my children. Isn't that right, my good wife?"
My good wife. The praise, mixed with the degrading, explicit truth of his words unraveled you. Your orgasm crashed over you with shocking speed, your cunt clenching around fingers as you shook against the rock, a silent scream on your lips.
He didn't let you recover. he yanked his own trousers open, freeing his huge rigid green cock. It slapped against your thigh, already leaking, He gripped your hips, lifting you with effortless strength until your back was against the mossy stone, your legs wrapped around his waist. Or tried to, he was so large and muscular that your legs were just wrapped around his sides. The cool, soft texture of his skin was a shock against your own feverish skin.
He pushed his broad head at your entrance, his amber eyes burning into yours. "You fulfill your duties so well," he grunted as he slammed forward, sheathing himself inside of you in one brutal, perfect thrust.
The breath was punched from your lungs. The fullness was staggering, a delicious, stretching burn. He was so deep, the angle forcing him against a spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
He didn't wait. He set a punishing and relentless pace, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, the wet, slapping sound of your joining echoing off the water's roar. Each thrust jolted you against the mossy rock, a chaotic mix of pleasure and primal claiming.
"Such a good... fucking... wife," he snarled, punctuating each word with a drive of his hips. "Preparing my food... taking my cock... letting me fill this perfect, breeding pussy..."
You were mewling, a continuous stream of helpless sounds, your fingers grabbing for purchase on his shoulders. The vulgar praise, the relentless friction, the thunder of him and the waterfall- it was too much. Another climax began to coil, tight and urgent, deep in your belly.
"You feel that, don't you?" he panted, his rhythm becoming erratic, frenzied. "You feel my cock swelling inside you? I'm going to pump another load into your tight cunt. Right here." His large palm pushed against your lower stomach, right where his seed would grow. He growled against your neck, "I'm going to breed you against this rock, and everyone will know the scent of my claim on you."
His words tipped you over. You shattered, your cunt convulsing around his invading length in frantic, milking pulses. You screamed his name into the mist, your body bowing against his.
With a roar that rivaled the waterfall, he buried himself to the hilt and held. You felt the hot, familiar pulse, jet after jet of his thick seeding flooding your depths, a scalding promise of consequence. He ground against you, his hips making small, circular motions, ensuring every last drop was as deep as it could go.
He stayed there, lodged inside you, his forehead resting against the moss above your shoulder, his breath ragged in your ear. His cock gave a final throb within your spasming cunt.
Thrall carried you around the loud waterfall bridal style, where you saw a bright blue pond steaming with warm water. You could see where the water flowed from deeper inside the mountain.
Thrall stepped into the relaxing hot water, carrying you into the water with him. You were still limp, your legs unsteady so he kept you afloat. You sighed as you felt the water cover your naked body, you trusted Thrall to keep you above the water and he did.
You were still in a daze after the way he had you against the rock. So you barely registered his hands gliding across your body, gently washing you. His rough hands had a tender touch, you hadn't exactly seen from him before.
Your eyes fluttered closed at how good it all felt, although you were still awake. Suddenly the silence and roar of the waterfall was broken when you felt his voice rumble from his chest, through the water into you. "You are a strong good wife, and you will be a great mother. You will give me so many strong sons and daughters, my wife."
You watched him as he lifted your hand to kiss your knuckles, his eyes closing. You were surprised to see relaxation in his face, his brow was unfurred as he took a deep breath. You were so lost in thought observing him that you didn't notice when his eyes met yours.
His eyes remained locked on yours as his other hand, that wasn't supporting you, moved past your breasts in the water making you gasp. His hand came to rest on your hips, his grip tight and dominating while still being gentle. He pulled you towards him, you felt his aching cock hard against your thighs.
He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a deep wet kiss, his tusks grazing your cheeks when he almost nuzzles them against you as he groans. He had slotted his large cock between your thighs, you weren't close to the top of the water but still his tip almost broke the surface when he thrusted upwards.
He hears you moan softly, a long moan that tells him that this pleases your greatly and he grunts as it fills him with pride.
He angles your hips which makes his cock run against your clit even more, he is now sliding between your lips. You hear him growl, a low rumble in his chest as you both slowly build up to your orgasms. He hears you gasp and how your moans change, he knows you are getting closer.
He growls against your ear, his tusks rubbing against your cheek again as he growls, "Such a good wife...sound so pretty when you come..." You hear his own resolve break between his words, and you reach for him desperately scratching his chest with your nails. You don't draw blood but it's enough for him to break. He pulls you onto his cock, aggressive and deep, shooting ropes of come deep inside of you again. You fall over the edge when he pulls you onto him in one quick deep thrust. You scream and almost sob as tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as your cunt tightens around him from your intense orgasm.
He is growling, almost purring as he leans down against you keeping you inside the warm water as he licks your tears off of your face. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you hold him close.
Word count - 2,262
I wasn't sure where I was going to go with this part, but I LOVE it! Comment anything else you want to see in this series, I will definitely be writing more and I don't plan on stopping
~ I am surprised at how many people liked the first part, I really did not expect that! So here is Part 2, Enjoy!!
Also there is a mention of virginity in the beginning.
Continued from Part 1...
The pressure was immense, a blunt stretching ache which stole your breath. You could feel every ridge of the broad head of his cock as it pressed against your virgin entrance, a promise of being split wide open. Your body was screaming, torn between fear and a desperate, primal need to be filled.
"Thrall," You whimpered, your voice a thin thread of sound. His eyes were locked on yours, watching your every reaction. "Breath, my queen. Just breathe for me." You took a shuddering gasp of air, and with it he pushed forward.
A sharp pain made you cry out, your nails digging into the hard muscle of his sculpted shoulders. He stilled instantly, buried only a inch inside of you. The stretch was already unbelievable, a burning fullness that was entirely new.
"Shhh," he soothed, his voice a rough caress He lowered his head and captured your mouth in a deep, soul-stealing kiss. It was tender, patient, a stark contrast to the invasion below. His tongue explored your mouth, as you moaned into his mouth. You felt your body relax slowly, the pain receding into a dull throb in the background.
"You are so tight," he groaned against your lips. "So perfect and tight around my cock. I can feel your little cunt clutching me, trying to take me." He began to move again, a slow torturous slide deeper. You could feel every inch of him, a thick, relentless pressure stretching you open. He was burying himself inside of you, claiming you with a terrifying, exhilarating precision. Your hips shifted, a tiny involuntary movement, making him growl. The sound vibrated through his chest into yours as he lowered his body and weight onto you, "That's it, take your King. Take my fucking cock." he groaned as with one final deep thrust he was seated to the hilt deep inside of you.
You felt full in a way that you couldn't have imagined, stuffed completely, your body stretched to its limit around his massive girth. You were both still, panting, and joined in the most intimate way possible. The initial pain had melted away, and was now replaced with a throbbing overwhelming sense of fullness. You could feel his heartbeat in your cunt.
"You did it," he murmured against your hair at the top of your forehead, he brushed the hair from your face. "You took all of me, I am so proud of you my good queen." He began to move, a slow rolling rhythm that made you gasp. Each withdrawal was a sweet agony, each thrust back in a shocking pleasure that started to build deep in your core. The slide was easier now, aided by your slickness, a wet filthy sound that emphasized every movement.
He was being so careful, so agonizingly slow, stretching you with each pass, making your body accept him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, a ragged deep moan was torn from his throat. He spoke your name like a prayer, "Fuck, your greedy little cunt is milking my cock."
His control was fraying, you could see it in the tension of his jay, and you could feel it in the tremor that ran through his powerful frame due to how tense his muscles were. His thrusts became less measured, more urgent. The bed began to rock in earnest, the heavy frame pounding a rhythm against the stone floor.
The careful, tender lover was being consumed by the primal beast. His words, once murmured praises, became guttural and raw. "I'm going to fuck you harder now, princess. I need to feel your sweet cunt grip me, and I need to feel so deeply inside of you." He drove into you, and the world dissolved into sensation. His powerful hips pistoned, slamming his cock into your depths with a force that stole your voice. Each impact jolted through you, a relentless pounding pleasure that built and built. Your cries were sharp, punched out of you with every thrust.
He was hitting a place deep inside you that sparked lightning through your veins, a frantic coiling tension that threatened to shatter you.
"Yes! Right there! Thrall!"
"Come on my cock," he demanded, his voice a savage growl. "Scream for me, let me feel your tight cunt come all over me." His command was all it took. The coil snapped, your vision went white as a climax ripped through you, violent and all consuming. You convulsed around him, a series of frantic clenching spasms that had him roaring above you. Your back arched, your body bowing off the bed as a silent scream of pleasure was on your lips as your mind was wiped clean. He didn't stop, it was raw and devastating.
His pace became brutal and animalistic as he drove into your sensitive, shuddering flesh as you came down from the peak. He was chasing his own end, his rhythm became erratic and frenzied. "I'm going to fill you," he snarled, his eyes burning with feral possession. "I'm going to breed this perfect cunt. You're going to take my seed and swell with my child."
The filthy, vulgar words sent another shock of arousal through your spent body. The promise, the risk, the sheer primal act of it had you clenching around him again.
With a final, ground-shaking roar, he slammed into you and held you there. His arms wrapped around your body, moving and holding you onto him. You felt his cock pulse deep within you pressing against your cervix, a hot flooding release that seemed to go on forever. You felt each jet of his thick cum fill you, a claiming from the inside out.
You could feel the wet, hot spill of it, the absolute fullness of him and his cum. He collapsed on top of you, his full weight pressing you into the furs. Both of you were slick with sweat, his breath hot against your neck as his body was still shuddering with the aftershocks. You could feel his cock still hard and buried inside of you.
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After a long moment he shifted his weight to his elbows, looking down at you. His gaze was intense, possessive, but softened with something that made your heart clench. He leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was surprisingly tender amidst the carnage of your passion.
"Now," he whispered, his voice raspy and low. "I think it's time that perfect mouth of yours learned its purpose." He sat up from you, his cock leaving your heat. His weight was a comforting warmth, but the emptiness he left behind was a sudden shocking cold. You whimpered at the loss, feeling the hot wet evidence of his possession trickle from your well-used cunt onto the furs beneath you.
Your body felt boneless, utterly spent and trembling from the brutal, beautiful claiming. Thrall shifted beside you, his massive green hand splaying possessively across your lower belly. "Such a good queen," he rumbled, his voice like stones grinding deep underground. "Taking my seed so deep. Your pretty little womb is swimming in it."
His thumb stroked your sensitive skin, and you shuddered as a fresh pulse of wetness escaped you at his filthy words. The thought, the reality of what he had done should have terrified you. Instead, it made your core clench around nothing, aching on him all over again.
He leaned over you, his golden eyes intense. "But I am not finished with you," his gaze dropped to your soft lips. "That sweet mouth owes me a debt."Your heart hammered against your ribs. Before you could form a thought, his hand was behind your head gently guiding you. Not forcing, the difference was everything. He was gently leading, commanding, and your body was all too eager to obey. He pulled you up, positioning you over his lap. The thick musty scent of sex filled the air, and you saw his cock still glistening with your fluids as it hardened before your eyes. It rose like a pillar of jade granite against his stomach.
It was immense, intimidating, the head flushed a deeper green and beading with fresh moisture. The sheer, primal effect of it stole your breath. "Open." he commanded, his voice low and husky. You parted your lips, and he guided himself to you. The broad head nudged against your mouth, and you instinctively flinched at the size, your jaw protesting. "Wider, my queen," he coaxed, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Take me, just like your perfect cunt did."
You opened wider, stretching you lips around the immense crown. The taste of you and him, salty and musky and utterly primal exploded on your tongue. You hesitated for only a second before your own curiosity, your deep seated need to please him, took over. You leaned forward, taking more of him into your mouth.
A guttural groan ripped from his chest, your name being spoken through gritted teeth. "Fuck, yes."
Your mouth was not as accommodating as your cunt. The stretch was different, a strain on your jaw as you worked to take his girth. Your tongue flattened against the throbbing underside of his shaft, exploring the prominent vein that ran its length. The taste was a raw masculine flavor that was all Thrall, and it was somehow intoxicating.
"Your tongue is amazing," he praised, his voice tight with strain. "Worship my cock." You obeyed, swirling your tongue around his head, lapping at the pre-cum that freely leaked from him. Your hands came up, your small fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. You couldn't even close your hand around him, the contrast was so obscene that it sent a new thrill of submission straight to your core.
You bobbed your head, taking him deeper, learning the rhythm he liked from the tiny involuntary thrusts that his hips gave. Your eyes watered, and drool slid down your chin but you didn't care. The sounds you made were muffled, choked gurgles around his length as each one of his fingers came to tighten in your hair.
"You look so fucking pretty like this," he growled. "My delicate princess, on her knees, choking on her king's cock. I am going to fuck this sweet mouth until you forget your own name." He began to move, setting a slow deep rhythm, fucking your face with a controlled power that left you breathless. You relaxed your throat, giving yourself over to him completely. Letting him use you for his pleasure, the feeling was one of ultimate surrender and it was the most arousing thing you had ever experienced. You could feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, your cunt aching and clenching for attention.
He pulled back abruptly, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop. You gasped for air, your lips swollen and slick.
"Enough," he said, his eyes burning with renewed fire. He gripped your hips, his hands spanning your waist completely. "My turn to watch. Get on top of me, I want to see your beautiful body move. I want to watch you ride my cock."
He lay back against the furs, a mountain of powerful muscle and intent. His cock stood straight up, rigid and demanding. Your pulse thrummed with a mixture of nervousness and raw desire. the position felt...powerful.
You were to be the one moving, controlling the pace. The thought was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.
You moved to straddle his hips, your knees sinking into the soft furs on either side of his powerful thighs. You were much smaller than him, you soft body and skin a stark contrast to his hard, green body. You reached between each other, taking his thick shaft in your hand. It throbbed violently at your touch. Guiding him to your entrance, you hesitated, the memory of that first, stretching fullness still vivid.
"Do it," he commanded, his voice a low thrum. "Take my cock, and sit on it. Fucking impale yourself on me."
His vulgar command was the push you needed, and you sank down.
It was a slow, delicious torture. The broad head stretched you open, a familiar, welcome burn. You lowered yourself inch by agonizing inch, your eyes locked with his, watching the fierce pleasure darken his gaze. You could feel every ridge, every vein, as your body was forced to accommodate him all over again. When you were finally seated fully, his entire length buried deep inside of you you gasped as your head fell back. The feeling of being so utterly filled was overwhelming.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Your gaze napped back to his. His hands settled on your hips, his grip firm and guiding.
"Now move," he growled. "Grind your sweet, used cunt on my cock. I want to see you make yourself come."
You began to rock, a tentative and shy movement. But soon, instinct took over and you knew just what to do to please him. You rose up feeling him slide almost all the way out, before sinking back down taking him in deep. A broken moan escaped both of your lips, the angle was different allowing him to reach even deeper parts of you. You set a rhythm, rising and falling, each time you felt him deep inside of you a shock of pleasure hit you that made your toes curl.
His hands tightened on your hips, and he began to meet your movements, thrusting upwards as you came down, driving into you with jarring force.
"Yeah, just like that!" He grunted, panting as he bare his tusks. "Use me for your pleasure, my little queen."
You were losing yourself, your shyness burned away by the all-consuming need coiling in your belly. Your breasts bounced with the force of your hips meeting, your hips moving with a primal rhythm you didn't know you had in you.
You could feel the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies meeting.
"Touch yourself," he demanded, his voice ragged. "Play with your pretty clit, I want to watch you make yourself come all over my cock."
One of your hands left his chest and slipped between your sweat slicked bodies. Your fingers found your clit, you cried out at the contact, the sensation almost too much. You circled your sensitive nub, your movements grew more frantic as you rode him.
"I can feel you squeezing me," he snarled, his thrusts becoming punishing. You felt yourself begin to unravel and convulse. "Is that it y/n? Are you going to come for me?" You were right on the edge, your entire world narrowing to the place where you were joined together. His words, his filthy praise pushed you over.
"Thrall! I'm... I'm coming!" You screamed, your body seizing as an intense orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt clamped down on him in violent, rhythmic pulses, milking his length as wave after wave of pure ecstasy shattered your mind.
He roared beneath you, his own control snapping. His hips pistoned upward, burying himself to the hilt as another climax took him. You felt the hot, familiar flood of his release. Another thick pulse deep inside your womb, mixing with the first. He held you down, grinding you against him, ensuring every last drop was spent where it belonged.
You collapsed forward onto his chest, completely exhausted, your body trembling uncontrollably. His arms came around you, holding you tightly against him. His cock remained buried inside of you, a constant possessive presence.
After a long moment, his hand stroked your damp hair. "Again," he whispered, his voice thick with desire and promise.
~ 2,602 words
I loved writing a Part 2 to this!! Let me know if you want to see more of them!
~ I'm too obsessed with Fantasy x Medieval/Renaissance and orcs! So here's another orc one shot with a princess, except this time he's assigned as her personal guard. Enjoy!!
As a princess who values more than parties, affairs, jewelry, and wine, you tend to travel often to other countries and regions for diplomatic reasons.
Due to tensions rising between your father's army who have settled in the east and the orc tribe who have lived there for generations, you began correspondence with their tribe's leader and made plans to travel there a few days ago. Now you are meeting them in their large tent where they hold meetings, and is like their throne room. You were nervous, but after friendly introductions things seemed to be going well. Until they assigned one of their guards to be a personal guard to you during your stay.
You told the chief and his wife that you would love to immerse yourself in their culture to understand them, and so the tall orc standing closest to you was assigned to translate for you and help you with any questions you had. He didn't seem very pleased, and in fact stood very still and stiff.
His name was Vaerok, he turns to look at you and nods his head in agreement and introduction. He towered over you, his deep green skin catching the torchlight like polished stone and you could see his hard muscles accentuated by the shadows. His long, dark hair was pulled back in a warrior's style. You noticed how a few strands had slipped free and brushed against his sharp jawline. You thought he seemed very stoic. Although you were sure he knew you were nervous, he didn't look like he noticed as his golden eyes met yours.
The next few days he maintained a strict distance and was very formal, he protected you when an orc or two would say hateful things about you or your father but he hardly spoke to you. You understood that humans were hated because of your father, but you were hoping to change that.
As you walked through the village with him on the fourth day of your visit, you asked him all sorts of questions about himself and his life. He would either ignore the question entirely or answer in no more than five words in a gruff tone, although his voice and appearance were cold and he had the resignation of someone only doing their duty you felt attracted to him.
The way that his golden eyes seemed to soften slightly when he looked at you, or how his lips looked so soft and his tusks were so large they made you want to know what it felt like to kiss him. But you would never ask him that, you blushed and giggle softly to yourself at the thought.
Suddenly you reached a part of the market that was dense with orcs. He quickly and smoothly pulled you behind him as he came to stand in front of you, as his large arm reached back as his large fingers found your arm to make sure you were still behind him. The touch sent goosebumps through your arm and down your body. His touch was gentle and warm as he navigated you both through the crowd to an area where you could be alone for a moment.
You thanked him softly, and you noticed that he seemed flustered by your soft voice and the sweet smile you gave him. You were drawn to him as you noticed that beneath his armor there was something deeper, a warmth he refuses to show but you feel when he does speak to you.
~
Halfway through your time visiting, you were sitting enjoying a meal with the tribe during the night's bonfire. A warm glow was cast among the orcs as they were all engaged in laughter and conversation. All you could focus on though, was Vaerok's wary and tense movements. Every muscle was drawn tight as he moved like a shadow staying close to you, his gaze constantly sweeping over the crowd of orcs.
Vaerok had told you it would be safest if you ate your meals in your tent, he was worried about the whispers he had heard of rogue orcs who despised humans. but you were persistent and eventually the relented to your pestering. His agreement was reluctant and his face was like stone, you could sense that his concern was not only from duty. While you ate you tried to pretend that his hovering was nothing more than an obligation, but you felt the truth deep down as his protectiveness made your heart beat faster.
The bonfire gave everything a shadow in the moonlight, and you could feel the tension radiating off of him like another heat against your skin. You opened your mouth to reassure him and tease him lightly, but no sound left your lips.
There was a shift in the crowd, a break in the usual rhythm of everyone's conversations. Vaerok's golden eyes spotted them instantly, two orcs wearing unmarked armor were surging towards you from opposite sides on the bonfire. Their expressions were hard with intent, and hatred. "Princess! Down!", Vaerok shouted his voice like thunder as everything happened at once.
Vaerok shoved you behind him as he stepped towards the attackers, the force of him stole your breath. He intercepted the first attacker's blade with his arm, the second orc bared his tusks and lunged at you with a dagger. Vaerok had cast his attacker to the side and moved between you and the other orc. He was successful in blocking the attack against you, and he took the hit of the blade across his shoulder. The steel split his skin with a brutal scrape.
You cried out his name immediately, and you weren't sure if you had ever said it out loud before.
Orc guards rushed into the scene, but Vaerok was faster as he grabbed the dagger and killed the orc. Blood was dripping down his arm, between his tense dark green muscles and skin but he never faltered.
Once the orcs were subdued and guards were escorting the living one to a cage, you saw him away slightly as his breath became sharp. You rushed to his side, "You're hurt Vaerok..." Your voice was soft and worried, you looked up to him with a furrowed brow and watery worried eyes.
He looked down at you, his eyes bore into yours with relief. His large hand held you at the base of your neck, and for a moment the entire world narrowed to only the two of you. His gold eyes softened as they looked at you, the firelight catching them making them softer in color. His breath brushed your cheek, the moment was the most intimate you had shared together. Your hands which cupped his arm trembled, you were worried for him and felt electricity throughout your entire body at the warmth you felt from him.
"You are unharmed," he murmured, his voice a quiet rasp of relief and something deeper woven into it. "Because of you, yes." You whispered back to him.
The sound of the chaos surrounding you, the shouting, the issue of orders, all faded. Your hand was flush against his chest, all you felt was his heartbeat against your palm and all you saw was the unguarded emotion which flickered across his face before he forced himself back behind his stoic walls. But it was too late, you had caught it, and he saw the way you looked at him in return. There was care, and affection in your eyes.
You were pulled apart when the chief and his wife insisted that he be taken to the healer's tent. He protested, his gruff and frustrated attitude unhindered by his injury, but his wound continuing to bleed made the choice for him. You watched him go with worry twisting in your chest, you watched as he sent you a look before leaving. He was still worried for you to be without him, as if you were still in danger.
~
Later in the night, when camp had quieted and the healers had left Vaerok to rest as he lay on a cot, half-sitting with his shoulder wrapped in fresh bandages, he closed his eyes for a moment and allowed the truth of his feelings to surface. He feared for you, the idea of him not being at your side had clawed at him more viciously than any blade.
He heard the tent flap rustle softly, and opened his eyes expecting to see a healer.
Instead it was you.
Your hair was loose from the updo it had been styled in for dinner, your expression was a mix of determination and worry as you slipped inside before he could say a word.
"Princess," he said sitting forward too quickly, wincing slightly. "You should not be here. You are not guarded-" You whispered cutting him off, "I didn't come for safety," you crossed the small space between you. "I came for you."
Your words stopped him cold.
You quickly knelt beside his cot, as your hand found his where it rested on the blanket. "You were hurt protecting me, and I know you'll say it was your duty but... I feel it was more than that." Your words are rushed, and full of emotion. Your breath was quick as your nerves of confessing your feelings felt like a buzz in your chest and in your fingertips.
His breath caught, just slightly. "You assume too much."
"No," you said softly, "I see you. Even when you try to hide behind that stone face." Your eyes were searching his, begging for him to look at you as he looked in the distance as if debating something in his mind. He exhaled slowly, as his tusks lifted into something that wasn't quite a smile and not a surrender. "You should not look at me that closely," he muttered. "It makes it difficult to remain...composed." Your heart fluttered, and you leaned forward pressing your forehead to his, your voice trembled with a truth that you could no longer keep. "I care for you, Vaerok. More than I should, more than I meant to."
His hand rose, hesitant almost reverent as it brushed your cheek with a gentleness you never could have imagined from him. "I have tried to fight these feelings," he confessed, his voice was low and rough. He looked up to meet your eyes, the vibration of his low voice making you shudder. "But when the blade came for you tonight..." He swallowed, his eyes darkening. "I realized I cannot. You are no longer just my charge, you have become..." He shook his head slightly, unable to find the word. "Everything."
After such a deep and intense gaze from him, you closed your eyes. You lifted yourself to sit on his cot next to him, then your lips brushed his brow. "Then let me stay. Just for tonight." His body answered before he could, a soft rumble from deep in his chest, a sound that was protective and tender.
"Stay."
And you did, you curled at his side on his cot. Your fingers laced with his as you laid almost on top of him, careful of his opposite shoulder which was wrapped in bandages. All while the camp slept outside, unaware of the new fierce bond that was formed between you both.
He was fighting like a warrior, but it made your heart beat harder. Not only because of the events taking place, but the power and force that Vaerok
~ Writing about a new monster, demon x human for a little something new
warning - slow burn, fated mate
The air in the shop wasn't just hot, it felt thick, alive, a haze that clung to your skin and filled your lungs with the scent of brimstone and scorched metal. Each strike of the massive hammer in the demon prince's hand was more than just a sound, it was a disorienting wave of power that vibrated through the air and the stone floor up through your boots. You watched him, hidden in the shadow of a pillar, as your heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. You had heard stories about him before, Kael the mysterious demon who had made a deal with your mentor's family long ago to forge his weapons here when he felt like it. The stories failed to capture the raw reality of him, his strong toned arms, his sharp fangs, and his dark hair.
His immense power and beauty was terrifying as he struck the sword he was forging, each muscle shifted with his every movement. He was so toned that you could see his muscles move from under his clothes, the glow from the lava shining against his face and although you couldn't see him well from where you were standing you could tell he was chiseled and perfect like an angel. Sweat glistened on his skin, tracing down the hard lines and edges of his jaw, down his neck and along his collar bone. He was magnificent, you thought as you squeezed your legs together, of course you knew you could only dream of a man that looked as good as him to be interested in you. You were a poor girl with no family, working as an apprentice to the blacksmith simply because there wasn't work anywhere else.You knew you should stop staring and get back to work but, your feet were rooted to the spot.
You held your breath as his arm holding the hammer froze mid-swing. He didn't turn around, his voice was a low rumble that seemed to emanate from the stone you stood on and it washed over you. "You have been watching for some time, little one. Do you find my work so fascinating?"
You jumped, a small gasp almost a squeak escaping your lips. You thought you had been so quiet and he didn't know you were there, "I- I'm sorry, my lord. I didn't mean to intrude."
You knew you should have quickly scurried away with you head down to continue your work, but you couldn't look away from him. Halfway fearing what he will tell your mentor/boss but also what he might do to you. Slowly, he set the hammer down. The silence that followed was more deafening than when he had been striking the hammer. He turned, and your breath caught. His face was sharp, with elegant angles and eyes that burned into you although they were dark. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. A slow, unnerving smile touched his lips as his gaze raked over you taking in your soot-stained apron, the simple tunic beneath, and the way your hands nervously twisted and clutched at the fabric.
"Were you lost?" His words were a soft question now, a curious purr. You nodded barely, grateful for an excuse as to why you were watching him. You were frozen as he took a step forward, and then another, closing the distance between you with a predator's grace that made your pulse jump. He towered over you, his presence overwhelming, fulling your entire world. "You weren't really lost, were you little one?"
You could only stare up at him, mesmerized. The heat coming off of his body was immense, like a living furnace that pushed back the forge's ambient warmth. He lifted a hand, and you flinched instinctively. He paused, his smile gentling.
"I will not harm you," he says speaking your name in a low voice, sending a jolt of shock through you.
"How... how do you know my name?"
His dark eyes held yours, "The same way I know the feel of enchanted steel. Because you are mine." He closed the distance as his knuckles, still warm from the hammer, gently brush a smudge of soot from your cheek. The touch was electric, a brand of sensation that made your knees feel weak. "An ancient magic, little one. A prophecy written in starlight and shadow, my fated one delivered to me."
His words should have sounded insane, terrifying even. But something in the depths of his eyes held a truth that resonated in your bones. His thumb stroked your cheekbone, a slow caress. "Your heart is beating so fast. Are your frightened of me?"
"N-no," you whispered, the lie evident in your trembling voice.
"Good." He murmured, his face dipping closer. His scent was incredible, like smoke, hot iron, and something wild like a lightning storm on a summer night. "Fear has no place between us. Only this." his other hand came up to cradle your face, his touch impossibly gentle for such a powerful being. "You feel it, don't you? This pull, the fire."
You could only nod, your lips parting slightly. You remind was screaming at you to flee, but your body was leaning into his heat, craving more of his touch.
"I've waited an eternity for you, I almost thought you didn't exist," he whispered his mouth so close to your that you could feel the whisper of his breath. "I want to corrupt you with please, I want to drown you in sensation you've never even dared to dream of." His thumb brushed over your lower lip, and a soft desperate sound escaped you. "I am going to workshop every inch of your stunning, delicate form. I am going to make you mine in every way possible."
Then his lips were on yours.
It wasn't a gentle first kiss. It was a claiming. His mouth moved over yours with a confident, searing heat that melted every thought in your head. It was demanding, yet incredibly sensual, a masterful exploration that left you dizzy and clinging to the hard muscles of his arms for support. A low growl reverberated through his chest, and you felt it everywhere. One of his hands slid from your face down to the nape of you neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting you head to deepen the kiss. The other hand splayed across the small of your back, pressing you flush against his solid chest.
You were lost in it. In the taste of him, the feel of him, the overwhelming rightness of being in his arms. Your hands, once clutched in fear crept up his arms feeling the incredible power. He broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. His dark eyes were lighter almost, like they were hiding a blazing fire deep within, the possessive look in them making your core clench with a sharp, unfamiliar need.
"So soft," he breathed, his gaze dropping to your lips, swollen from his kiss. "So perfectly, beautifully mine." His hands moved to the ties of your heavy leather apron. He didn't fumble; his movements were sure and steady as he loosened the knots. The thick apron fell to the floor with a soft thud, leaving you in just your thin worn tunic. His intense focus dropped to your body, you felt exposed, vulnerable and utterly exhilarated.
His large, warm hands slip up your sides, the rough pads of his fingers scraping lightly over the thin linen and you shuddered. It was as if a bolt of pure lightning had just shot through you. "I can feel you trembling," he murmured, a dark pleased edge to his voice. His palms smoothed over his ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the fabric. "You like my hands on you."
He had a soft smirk on his face, it wasn't a question. You arched into his touch involuntarily, a silent answer that quickly drew a wicked smile from him. Quickly black smoke surrounded you both, and as quickly as it appeared it disappeared and you were suddenly in the tunnels below the forge.
Before you could utter a word he said, "I am going to take this off," his fingers hooked into the neckline of your tunic. "I need to see the skin I will soon be memorizing with my tongue," he said playfully poking his tongue out to show you that it was forked. "I need to feel your heart beat against my palm." He began to pull the fabric down, the coarse linen dragging softly over your sensitive skin revealing the gently slope of your shoulder, then the top of your chest. His eyes grew darker, the fire inside burning hotter.
A/N ; Hello everyone! This is my first time sharing my writing, and I’m really excited to share it. I’m currently writing new works while also continuing ongoing stories. Updates may vary, but everything here is still very much ongoing. I hope you enjoy reading!
Also my messages are always open if you have ideas or things you’d like to see written. I can’t promise I’ll get to everything, but I love hearing your ideas and inspiration!! Whether that’s quick one-shots or potential new series, I’d love to see your thoughts!! 🩶
~ Willow
One Shots/Drabbles
Demon Drabble - demon x witch!reader, sort of a meet-cute
Demons Forge - demon x human reader, slow(not really) burn
Bucky Imagine - Avengers Bucky x mermaid!reader
Series
Sworn to Her - orc x princess!reader, kind of knightxprincess, fluffffff (more parts to be added)
The Orc King - orc chief x princess!reader, arranged marriage
Part One Part Two Part Three
Himbo Orc Part One - Himbo orc x reader, slow burn, hurt comfort, strangers to lovers Part Two
~ A quick drabble that I need to write before I finish my drafts. My inspiration for this was just listening to Ghost a lot recently, and thinking of ideas for my demon x human drafts.
So here’s a demon x witch drabble that ended up being longer than I meant
You’re a witch, you’re more than a beginner but even you know you’re in over your head when you decide to summon a demon. You’ve got all your protection in case something happens, and you remind yourself that it’s a lower risk demon who is as nice as any demon can be.
Some of the witches in your coven have told you that this demon was one of the first the summoned because they were nice to newer witches. You’ve been wanting to summon a demon for the first time, and they knew this. So you took their advice, and here you were in the old parking lot of an abandoned building near the forest at the end of town. Sitting with your grimoire in a pentagram with symbols at the points and a ring of salt around.
Black candles were placed at every end of the star, and at every point where the lines crossed. They flickered softly, there was almost no wind tonight, and no clouds so you could see the full moon.
You begin to perform the ritual, and you do everything right. You’re actually quite proud of yourself…until.
The candles all go out in an instant. You turn to look at the candles, a stream of smoke going into the air. No wind again, what the fuck. The air chills, you get goosebumps and shiver when you feel it.
Someone is here.
You look up quickly and see dark smoke in front of you, inside the salt circle, and the pentagram with you.
You can’t make out anyone in the smoke, but you feel it.
An old ancient power, older than anything you have seen with your coven. And now you were alone.
Your breathing quickened and you know you can’t run, so you stay standing.
Staring at the smoke as it slowly dissipates and you see a man standing in front of you.
You know he isn’t a man though, despite his nice clothes and white toothy grin.
He takes a step closer to you, and you see him better. Your breath catches.
He’s hot.
No, no, no this is a literal demon. Before you can start flipping through your grimoire, your eyes meet his.
His icy blue eyes stare into yours with curiosity, like a predator eyeing its prey when it does something odd.
“You weren’t the one I called.” You say worried, and questioningly. Your circle was specifically made for the other demon, and that demon only. So how did he get here?
“I never said you called me.” He says playfully with an evil smirk, his arrogance comes off of him in waves as he steps closer.
He’s up close now, his smoky spiced musk fills your lungs and he smells good.
The way he looks down at you feels like a cat toying with a mouse.
You put in a brave face and just ask, “Then why are you here?”
He tilts his head at you, his eyes scanning your face studying you. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
You scrunch your face slightly, “What? Demons don’t just… appear without a purpose.”
“Exactly.” He says matter of factly.
“So what do you want from me?” You say almost rolling your eyes, this is not how you were trying to spend your night. Arguing with a demon.
He came up into your personal space now, looming over you, his face dark, voice a low rumble, “That’s the problem. I don’t know. And I don’t like not knowing.”
You take a small step back, he was so close it was like you couldn’t breathe without him being in the air. “Well, figure it out somewhere else. I don’t agree to this.” You say putting your hands up comedically as you pick up your grimoire and start to collect your candles.
His eyes follow you, amused. “You think I’m enjoying it?”
You glare at him with a slightly frown. “You broke my circle.”
“Your circle broke itself.” He says confidently.
“That doesn’t happen. And my circle was fine before you showed up, it wasn’t for you.” You spit at him with a short burst of anger before it fades.
“It did tonight.” He pauses, his gaze narrowing at your. “ Because of you.”
Your jaw drops, “Me!? I didn’t do anything-“ He cuts you off.
“You did something. Some part of you…” his voice drops “pulled.”
You scoff at him almost a laugh, “That’s impossible.”
He gives you a slow shrug, his arrogance obvious. “Then give me another explanation.”
“I don’t have one.” You say matter of factly.
He’s in front of you in an instant, his presence overwhelming again. His voice is low, “Neither do I. And that should worry you more than it worries me.”
Your voice wavers slightly, his intimidating presence and smirk making your voice soft. “Why would anything in me reach for you?”
He leans in even closer, you feel his breath on your lips as he says “Because power recognizes power.” His blue eyes gleaming down at you.
“That sounds like a threat.” Your heart beat faster, thumping against your ribs.
“It’s a warning.” He says playfully.
“Are you dangerous to me?” You say quickly.
He smiles at you sharp, but his voice soft and low. “Only if you tell me to be.”
His words make you shiver slightly, his effect on you is intense.
“Only if I tell you to be?” You repeat, questioning what he means.
He smirks at you again, slow and dangerous. “Demons respect intent. You’d be surprised how much power a whisper from you would hold.”
The words are like a weight on your chest, you breath deeper and your lips part.
“You act like I have control over you.”
“You don’t, and that’s the problem. Whatever force dragged me here don’t ask for permission.” He says frustrated, his jaw tensing and you finally notice how sharp his canines are. He’s definitely a demon, not a vampire but you had never seen one so close.
“And you think this is all…connected to me.” You furrow your brow, wanting answers. Your voice is soft.
He studies your face like it’s a riddle, “I don’t think. I know. Your magic reached past every ward and realm to pull me.” He bends down, his lips softly grazing yours as his hands hold your head.
You don’t even remember when he started touching you, but now you’re leaning into his touch as his lips capture yours in a heated kiss.
Definitely!! I will be working on part 2 tonight, my classes just started up again so I will have less time to write- but tbh that’s won’t stop me from procrastinating and writing more anyways 😌
I also have multiple other orc stories planned-yes they’re multi part because I simply LOVE a plottt!!
