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[Welcome back! This part’s a bit long but it would be cruel to leave you on another cliff hanger :) This is NSFW, there it lots of gore and it’s a bit scary in parts. But there’s an orgasm in it! So there’s that to see you through.]
You’d spent a lot of time ruminating on the events of that Friday evening. The thing which you had found most disturbing, even more so than the sickening wet slap of Emma’s limp body hitting the floor, was the immediacy with which Friday’s manner towards you softened as soon as you’d felt your willingness to fight against or flee your haunting drain away. As you’d sobbed out hopeless tears against his coarse mane, the claws tangling in your knotted hair had almost been.. tender? What kind of relationship was that? You flashed angry and ashamed whenever you thought about it, purposefully trying to avoid remembering the overwhelming relief of abdication of responsibility and surrender you’d felt wash over you.
[As requested by a reader]
The appeal of the cabin had been twofold: nature was meant to be good for the soul, and with any luck the complete lack of any non-chickens-and-trees stimulus could bore a novel out of your thus far uncooperative brain. The parents had seemed happy enough to subsidise your stay in order to have you stop wandering their house in the wee hours of the morning - they’d been very supportive of your creative endeavours, fruitless though they had been so far. You were lucky enough to be staying for free (thanks, dad) and had even been sent along with enough tinned and pickled produce to last for weeks: you had no excuse to leave, but you were starting to sorely regret not bringing a book. There was a kind of nervous tension about you that you couldn’t seem to shake, and it was making it nigh impossible to focus on an idea. You had a creeping suspicion it might have something to do with the dark trees leering in at you at all hours of the day.
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[NSFW, graphic and gory. We’re picking up immediately after the last chapter Part 5 (nsfw)]
You sniffled and tried to blink away hot terrified tears welling in your eyes as you stared up at the dark lithe form looming over you. All four of its arms grasped at the sides of the futon you were laying on to allow it to lean over you entirely, its dark mane bristled in excitement around its thick rams horns and its lidless white eyes were staring blankly at your face.
Thank you so much for all of your lovely messages about enjoying the stories, and checking in on me due to the radio silence. You’re all so caring and inspiring, it warms my cold withered heart. :) A message saying someone’s enjoying a story I wrote brightens my day, every time.
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[NSFW, bit spooky, strong language]
When consciousness found you again, the blood on the kitchen floor had dried to brown crackled smears and dawn light was finally piercing your nightmare. Gasping a lung full of cool air, you sat bolt upright quickly as the memory of the night before returned to you with painful freshness, and in doing so you were immediately struck by a sharp pain in your lower back and dull ache which seemed to permeate your entire body and face. You blearily inspected your pained arms, and were horrified to find that they were speckled with deep gouges and bite marks, each anointment crusted over with dried blood. You felt your whole body started to tremble as you stared at your arms with wide terrified eyes, and hopeless panicked tears start to run silently down your cheeks.
Me, already four posts deep into the Friday series: (suddenly drops doughnut) I should have posted new chapters on Fridays
When consciousness tugged at you the next morning, you knew you were heavily bruised before you even opened your eyes. Your hip thrummed with pain where it had hit the floor and you had a headache which felt like it was caused by a literal crack in your skull. You groaned into your pillow in remembrance of your awful night, but when you reached a hand to touch your chest warm relief washed over you as you found it dry, no longer oozing blood from the week before’s puncture wounds. You’d take bruising over constant bleeding, so you were counting the night before as a win.
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[*cracks knuckles* Hope you’re ready to fuck an orc. nsfw]
You woke at first light laying on your side cuddling Murag’s head to your chest. He had his face squarely between your breasts and seemed to be huffing your scent with sleeping satisfaction. You tucked your chin down to rest it on top of his head, stroking his braided hair tenderly and letting out a slow sigh, a smile touching your lips. You hadn’t expected to feel so at home upon waking up with an orc huffing your chest, but here you were.
Surprisingly, it was shaping up to be the best week of your life. Immediately after you’d completed the task of lugging Friday’s gift back from the hotel to your home (seven trips, with two suitcases), you’d curled up on the sofa and set about penning your resignation email with some gusto. After five drafts with an increasingly pithy and resentful tone and about an hour basking in the glow of your screen, you deleted everything you’d written and settled on:
“Apologies for the short notice, but due to dire family circumstances I must resign effective immediately. Reviewing my latest signed contract, I am not obliged to give a notice period, though I would have preferred to do so. Best of luck in the future.”
You were frozen in horror as the huge dark creature emerged the wardrobe and turned its flat face towards you, piercing white eyes fixed on the glowing phone in your trembling hands.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” The operator called out to you, but you knew it was already too late for help.
The thing seemed to absorb any light which touched it, all you could make out in the darkened room was a silhouette and that was bad enough. It was tall and lithe, it had a mane around its head and shoulders, and curved horns like a ram. The only thing which pierced its darkness was its bright white blank eyes. It had six… limbs? And seemed to be standing on two of them. Its proportions were all wrong.
Moving cities and working nights had pretty much destroyed your social life. Every week, you spent your days off sitting around the house in your pyjamas eating copious amounts of beige snack food whilst watching hour after hour of elaborate cooking videos on YouTube. It wasn’t the life of glitz and glamour you’d imagined when you moved, but it was certainly comfortable. Plus, working nights was actually paying you well enough to live on your own, which was a luxury you relished in your every waking moment. You loved the peace of living by yourself; you loved putting something down and knowing exactly where to find it the next day, undisturbed, untidied, just waiting for you.
Solitude was your natural habitat.
[I’m back! With more cutesy smut for you. Spoilers - pretty immediately nsfw.]
You woke up cold. Your eyes snapped open in the darkness and you found that you were alone in your bed: you pawed at the mattress next to you, wondering sleepily where its usual occupant had gone to. It was only a moment before a low rumbling snore rattled your windows and you realised with a smile that whilst you were alone in the bed, you weren’t alone in the room. You wrapped your blanket around your shoulders as protection from the cold and got out of bed, skirting around the bookcase which separated your bed from the main room and finding yourself relieved to see a snoring mass of orc on the bed at the far side of the room. In the glow of the moonlight filtering through your windows, he cut an alluring figure. With a sheet pooled around his hips, his bare chest and arms were enough to make you pause for a moment to appreciate the view before scuttering the rest of the way across the cold floor.
[NSFW! (finally)]
Before you knew it, it was morning. The entire left side of your face was slick with your own dribble and you let out a soft “ugh” as you wiped first your cheek then the orc chest serving as your pillow with the blanket. A low rumble of laughter rose from Murag, surprising you. “I’m having great success with this courtship.” He muttered to you with amusement. “Now I don’t even need to cook a meal for you to touch me.”
You awoke the next morning to the smell of cooking sausages and grinned into your pillow. Stretching and groaning quietly with happiness as you felt the sleep-knotted muscles in your shoulders and lower back unravel.
“My mistress awakens at last.” Came the happy croon from the room beyond your bed and you laughed, the absurdity of having a massive orc cooking you breakfast and wooing you with jars of pickles hitting you in that moment.
“G’morning.” You greeted, and were surprised to see Murag’s face peek around the side of the bookcase at you.
“May I come in?”
Hi everyone, just a little note to say how grateful I am for the comments and asks you’ve been leaving about enjoying the story so far. Reading all of your delightful messages is great motivation to keep writing and gives me the warm fuzzles. Next installment shortly.
Thank you so much! Really lovely of you to take the time to write me a message :) I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story. What great inspiration to keep writing
Wait.
Just as you had predicted that afternoon, it wasn’t long before councilman Aveniel Lee sought you out at the tavern. You heard him before you saw him, recognising the sound of him limping down the wooden stairs from the entrance to the bar floor immediately even with your back turned to his approach. Your stomach sank impossibly lower, but at least this time it was heavy with bacon.
You awoke whilst the light permeating your small windows still had its muted grey dawn hue, and were relieved to not only find yourself free of a mind piercing headache, but also mercifully without any reason to be embarrassed about the evening before. Congratulating yourself on your decorum and restraint, you hoisted yourself out of bed and went in search of some clean clothes.
Relishing the silence of the woods after days of seemingly endless clang of metal against metal as the fire of the forge baked your skin dry, you slipped into the cool and refreshing pool. The water blubbed deeply around you as it accepted you into its embrace, rippling news of your arrival out to its furthest edge. You slowly let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding, the stressed knot inside your belly unraveling as you did so.
Peace at last.
Friend: so are you still writing?
Me: (written twenty thousand words in the last four days about a woman fucking an orc) (pupils at 100% dilation) no