Orc boyfriend - 8/? - More? (nsfw)
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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.
Thinking of his first day as your apprentice in the forge the day before, you absentmindedly kneaded the knot of muscle in his right shoulder which always ached when you’d spent the day at the anvil, which caused him to immediately groan in pleasure and lean further into your chest to allow you easier access to the ache. You chuckled and kneaded the spot a little more firmly for him,
“Little sore this morning are you, love?”
He growled against your chest and you kissed the top of his head with as much sympathy as you could muster after only being awake for a few minutes. The growl had been unexpected though, and it was to your surprise that you felt heat touch your face and neck. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as you did so and he purred and nuzzled against you, evidently still half asleep. You lay there quietly for a few moments, caressing the side of his neck affectionately in the hopes he’d wake up fully. When he didn’t, you moved your hand up to gently stroke the side of his ear and traced your fingers against the ridges, you then quickly succumbed to the temptation to poke your finger shallowly into his ear canal and wiggle it. His eyes immediately snapped open and he looked up to you from your chest.
“You’re restless.” He stated flatly. You grinned.
“Could I be forgiven?” You asked sweetly. “I have an orc mewling in my bed.”
There was a moment of quiet. “Mewling.” He replied. His eyes were sparkling with amusement but there was a challenge in his tone.
“Like a kitten.” You clarified seriously, nodding in agreement with yourself.
“I think we need to show you what mewling really sounds like.”
Before you could reply to him, he slid a hand easily under your tunic and up against your belly before bringing his hand to rest on your breast, kneading it gently whilst rubbing his tongue against your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. You bucked against him involuntarily and gasped,, a smile spreading across your face as your eyes slipped shut and a soft hum of pleasure escaped you. The skin across your chest and temple tingled with the pleasure of his unexpected touch. You wrapped your leg around his waist in an an attempt to bring him closer.
He leaned his face up slightly to place a warm kiss to your throat, flexing his fingers against your breast as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arm around him and sighed happily as he trailed kisses and gentle nips down to your collarbone. You hummed again in pleasure and he took the cue to pull away, removing himself from you completely and and rolling leisurely onto his back. Your eyes opened and you fixed him at once with a betrayed expression, a high noise of exasperation leaving your lips. He smirked at you, pleased with himself.
“That’s mewling.” He stated triumphantly.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him and placed a hand lightly on his chest, glancing to it and then back to his face. “How could you do this? To your lovely wife?” You traced a small circle on his chest with your index finger and were pleased to see him twitch slightly. “To leave her aching for your touch.” You were looking to his face with your best doe eyes “…To make a point about a noise?”
The smirk on his face was the same, but there was a new glimmer in his eyes as he regarded you. He pinched the fabric of your tunic at the belly and tugged on it. “Take this off.” He commanded simply.
You didn’t need telling twice. Keen to obey, you sat up in bed and pulled the tunic over your head. Before you’d even had chance to discard it, you felt his warm hands caressing the sides of your waist to pull you back towards him. Discarding the shirt and finding him behind to you, you leaned back into his embrace and sighed happily as you felt his lips brush against the side of your neck and his hand trace a light line across your belly. Your stomach flipped over and you felt a trail of warmth on your skin in the wake of his touch. You raised a hand to touch his cheek and he took the opportunity to bite the side of your neck, eliciting a happy moan from you. “This is more like it.” You purred and he laughed. With an easy motion, he moved out from behind you, causing you to fall backwards onto the bed with an ‘ooft’, and before you knew it he was kneeling between your legs, pressing kisses to the inside of your thigh. You moaned softly and arched your back into the touch, your skin prickling with sensitivity and excitement. You stroked the underside of his jaw and gently pressed it up to indicate that you wanted him to move up towards your face. “How about a kiss?” You asked sweetly and he obliged you, his chest pressing on top of you as you leant up to him to meet his lips with your own, wrapping your arms around his neck. Laying in bed together trading soft kisses in the dawn light, you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. He stroked your cheek with his thumb and nuzzled your face over to one side in order to grant himself unhindered access to your neck. He trailed hot kisses there, finishing at your ear, where he gently bit down on the lobe and caused you to buck your hips with your breath catching in your throat. The satisfied groan to find you so receptive to his touch which rumbled from his chest caused a hot blush to spread across your face, and you felt tingling warmth pooling at your entrance. You turned your face to look at him with eyes lidded with lust and he met your gaze with satisfaction written all over his expression. You leaned up to kiss him deeply, your eyes fluttering back closed as he invaded your senses. Your skin was tingling, your face was hot, and you were aching to be touched.
You broke the kiss and arched your back against him to feel your chest pressed flush against his, then leaned up slightly and grabbed the back of his head to pull him down so you could whisper into his ear, “I want you to feel what you’re doing to me.” He growled in excitement and murmured back, “Gladly.”
He rolled slightly to rest his weight on one hip, making room for him to trace a his fingers torturously slowly between your breasts, across your belly and over your hip. You spread your legs a little more and met his gaze, pressing a hand gently to his chest and looking to him with something like desperation. He brushed his fingers lightly against your pubic hair, which only intensified the ache in your clit without providing any relief. “Please.” You urged him, rolling your hips up to meet his hand. He leant down to kiss the side of your neck as he gently caressed your slit with his thumb. You moaned deeply in your throat and bucked your hips upwards, trying to speed up your relief and causing him to chuckle softly against your skin. He parted your lips with his thumb and moistened the digit in your juices before caressing your clit lightly. An urgent moan escaped you and you moved a hand to dig your nails into his shoulder with your eyes screwed shut. His hot breath and gentle kisses at your neck intensified to nips and sucking as he circled his thumb around your clit, causing you to arch into him and dig your nails ever deeper into his shoulder. You continued in that motion for a minute or more, him circling his thumb against you and you writhing against him with increasingly loud sighs and gasps as the tingling heat across your belly and deep in your core began to grow. You felt a pang of ache at your entrance. He trailed his kisses down to your breast and then teased your nipple with his tongue almost to the point of ticklishness. Feeling you writhe slightly beneath his touch, he took your nipple into his mouth and elicited a groan of pleasure from you. You parted your lips to breathe in short gasps as the shudders of your building orgasm started to wrap around your hips and stomach. The circles around your clit sped up a little as he rolled his hips at you to let you feel his erection against your thigh. The ache at your entrance intensified as you started to feel light headed, the orgasm building in your loins taking hold of you. You moaned his name softly and he thrusted against your thigh just as you tipped over the edge, body racked by waves of pleasure causing you to shudder against him. You were dimly aware of a popping sensation at your nails digging into his shoulder and you felt wetness there.
When the last tingling release of your orgasm had washed over you, you opened your eyes to look up to him, suddenly more aware of moisture at your fingertips where you’d been digging your nails into his shoulder. He didn’t seem to notice, and was regarding you with lust and affection. “More?” He offered.
You reached down between you to gently touch his cock, finding it damp from precum after watching your display. You smiled up to him. “More.” You agreed happily.
He growled deep in his throat and leant back to kneel, grabbing your hips to drag you easily into his lap. He gripped the base of his cock to rub it gently against the length of your slit, parting your lips to rub the head of his cock against your already sensitive clit. A loud moan tore from your throat and gripped the bedsheets with both hands, wrapping a leg around his hip in an attempt to bring him closer. He moved his free hand up to your waist and watched your face keenly as he used his other hand to maneuver his cock to your aching entrance, pausing there as you throbbed in anticipation.
“Please.” You murmured to him, moving one hand up to caress your fingers against his stomach and meeting his eyes with desperation written across your face.
He leaned in to you torturously slowly, filling you up with his thick cock as he leant forward to lay on top of you, propping himself up on one hand and holding your waist with the other. He was definitely.. bigger than you were used to, but you’d been ready enough that there was no hint of pain. As you felt him move inside you, the ache in your entrance was finally sated and your whole body was filled with hot waves of pleasure. You moaned his name and wrapped both of your legs around his hips, arching your back against him to move his cock inside you, eliciting a low growl from him.
“Now, slowly..” You instructed and he obeyed you, rocking his hips to slowly pull out of you and then push back inside. You tightened your legs around his hips to hold him tightly against you and threw your head back in pleasure, so sensitive after your orgasm that even that movement was almost too good. He repeated the motion and you groaned, leaning up to kiss him as he got into a rhythm, As he rocked his hips, his pelvis rubbed against your clit and you couldn’t help but shudder at the sensation. You arched your back into him and alternatively loosened and tightened your grip around his hips with every thrust, moving with him and relishing every moan you elicited from him.
He pressed his forehead to the pillow next to you and hearing his grunts of pleasure so close to your ear was enough to send a fresh wave of heat and tingling sensitivity across your skin. You moved together for what felt like an age, breath coming in short gasps and shudders of hot pleasure hitting you every few seconds. He moved his hand down from your waist to your hip and gripped you there roughly, using the handle to pull you against his cock with each new thrust. You moaned directly into his ear and it caused him to buck his against you. Your hands touched his chest and gripped his arms desperately as the sensitivity grew inside you. It was becoming too much.
“Please cum for me.” You begged with a murmur into his ear. And he obeyed you almost immediately, gripping onto your hip and crying out as his orgasm took hold of him, bucking his hips against you and shuddering. He melted on top of you and rested his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him and held him closely as you both caught your breath.
“You should accuse me of mewling again.” He murmured, nuzzling his nose against you ear and eliciting a laugh from you.
After laying together panting for a few moments, he kissed you warmly and rolled over to lay next to you on his back. He opened an arm for you to cuddle up against his chest, an invitation which you keenly accepted and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist with your cheek pressed against his chest. You sighed contentedly and he turned his head to kiss you softly on the forehead. Before you knew it, you’d gone back to sleep.
You awoke alone with a plate of sausages resting on the mattress a few inches from your face and laughed. You sat up, reflexively stuffing a sausage into your mouth (they were cold, he must have been awake for a while) and listening out for the location of your husband. You didn’t hear any movement in your home but thought you could make out the murmur of voices in the smithy and decided to investigate further. After dressing in a long work vest and some rough spun short trousers you usually wore when you were going to be in front of the hot forge all day, you took your plate with you and made your way to the front of house.
What you found there was an uncanny but extremely charming sight. Hulda, one of the old women whose husbands had long since been claimed by one battle or another, was gripping onto Murag’s arm over the counter and speaking to him earnestly as he stared back at her with the cold hollow eyes of a man who had no idea how to extricate himself from a dire situation.
“-but I’ve never thought anything of the kind. You and the rest of your troup are more than welcome as far as I’m concerned, dearest. I’m sure you’re going to breathe new life into this place-”
Murag glanced up at you and you locked eyes for a few moments, long enough for you to smirk at him. He realised almost immediately that his silent plea for help was going to go unanswered and looked back to Hulda.
“-and I can’t wait to see the sweet little young ones, just let me know if you ever need anyone to watch them.”
“Very kind.” He replied gruffly and from the tone of his voice you could tell he’d been standing there with her hand on his arm for a considerable amount of time. You ate another sausage.
“But I’ve taken up enough of your time, dearest. I’ll expect you around dinner time to fit the hinge, make sure you come hungry! This old woman knows how to keep a handyman around.” She patted his arm and released him, turning towards the door but seeing you as she pivoted and grinning widely, opening her arms and walking towards you with a happy ‘ah!’. You held your plate out to one side to accept her hug.
“Hulda! So nice to have you here,” you were staring at Murag over her shoulder, “did I hear we’re helping you out with a hinge?”
She pulled away from the embrace but gripped your arm to lock you into the conversation in much the same way she did to any fool who wandered too close. “You are indeed! I just came in for a replacement after my old door literally fell of its hinges - gave me the fright of my life mind you and that’s saying something. It was fitted when we moved into the place though so I can’t begrudge it, I suppose.” She didn’t seem to need to pause for air so you just plucked another sausage from your plate. “I was asking for a bit of advice about lifting the blasted thing up enough to refit it, you know what my back’s like, but your one offered to pay a home visit to fit it for me! What a charming husband you found in the woods, Idesia!” She fixed you with a gleeful stare. “You’ll be coming too of course? It’d be lovely to have the company.”
“Of course I will, it’s been a while.” She held your face in her cold hands and gazed at you with happiness in her eyes.
“I’m so happy for you, dear.” She released your face and gave you both a wave. “Anyway we’ll catch up later, thank you.”
When the door closed behind her, you stared at it for a few moments and chewed thoughtfully on a sausage. You looked over to Murag to find him already watching your face and you both shared a knowing look and a smile, regarding each other with twinkling eyes in silence for a second or two. As the moment passed, you started to walk over to him, bare feet going slightly numb on the cold smith floor. “Serving customers, are we?” You questioned lightly, putting down your plate and wrapping an arm around his waist, rubbing his side affectionately as you looked up to his face.
“Someone needs to.” He responded with a smirk, brushing a thick strand of hair out of your face.. “All the blacksmith seems to do is eat and sleep.”
You made an admonishing noise. “Eat, sleep, and compliment you.” You corrected him. “By the way, thank you for the lovely breakfast, you’re doing a wonderful job in the shop, and I had a very enjoyable morning.” As he chuckled, you gave his side a gentle pat and broke the embrace. “Shall we put an edge on that knife then?”
He was very easy company and it was a nice break to be able to watch someone else work rather than having to do it all yourself. With your occasional guidance he managed to sharpen the edge of his knife and fit it securely into an antler handle from your box of handles you’d carved when you really didn’t want to swing a hammer any more. By the time it was clamped to be left overnight, the afternoon had given way to evening and you needed to think about making a move to your dinner appointment. The day had passed so quickly in his company that you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, noting a strong feeling of being at home together was settling in your bones.
“Do you want to have a wedding ceremony?” You asked offhand, not meaning much by it. His face immediately brightened, seemingly pleased to have been asked, and you were glad the question had occurred to you.
“I’d be able to show you off, and there’s usually a feast involved, so it should please both of us.”
You laughed. “Alright,” you undid the leather apron he was wearing at the back. “let’s sell a few more hinges to pay for the whole thing and get planning.”
By the time you’d packed up the new hinges and a toolkit into a bag, dusk was drawing ever nearer. You pulled a woolen jumper Emmeline had made you for your last name day over your work clothes to protect your sweat-filmed skin from the cool evening air. Murag was watching you from the door waiting for you to be ready, and looking at his expectant face you were struck by a sudden thought, wondering how different your cultures really were.
“Do you celebrate your name day?” You questioned him. He almost imperceptibly tilted his head to one side.
“What’s that?”
You laughed, picking up your bag and finding it slightly heavier than expected. “I’ll take that as a no then.” You walked towards him and handed him the bag, which he took without comment, and you set out into the evening together. “Traditionally, on the anniversary of a child’s birth their mother is given gifts and cooked for grandly in remembrance of all her blood sweat and tears to bring them into the world.” With the door locked behind you, you took his arm, gripping gently onto him as you started the short walk through Hainau towards Hulda’s house near the barracks of the wall guard. “Then on the anniversary of the day the child was named, usually one or two nights hence, they receive gifts and sweets.” You mulled for a second or two, trying to answer the question of ‘why’ before it was asked. “It’s a way of making sure you take the time to appreciate those you love, I suppose.”
“I cook for you and appreciate you every day.” He answered breezily, looking to your face. You chuckled.
“No arguments on that, but on my name day you’ll have to get me a present as well.” You grinned widely up at him and he laughed.
“Can’t protest I wasn’t warned.. When is it?”
“Just after the turn of the new year, don’t worry I’ll give you plenty of reminders.” You squeezed his arm affectionately. “Do you know when you were born? I’d like to celebrate you.”
He seemed momentarily flustered, watching your face with an expression between surprise and deep affection. “Just after summer solstice.”
“Ah,” you replied knowingly. “You were born and the world immediately started being plunged into darkness. I hope your poor mother wasn’t worried she’d borne the apocalypse.”
“You’ll be carrying your own bag with comments like that.” He warned you darkly, but there was a grin on his face.
Before long, you’d arrived at Hulda’s house and regarded the heavy oak door leaning flatly against the door frame with pity - it must have been a real undertaking for her to get in and out, having to move the full weight of this thing. You released Murag from your grip and knocked against the door somewhat gingerly. A familiar voice responded warmly from within, “Come in, if you can.”
You grabbed the iron ring handle as it was the best option to get decent purchase, and pulled back. The heavy oak door did move, but it wasn’t an easy task - you had no idea how Hulda had managed this on her own. Pointedly not looking at the orc behind you, you had a sneaking suspicion that your husband would have jumped in to do this task on your behalf if you hadn’t been painting him as a harbinger of the apocalypse moments earlier. After a brief struggle, you pulled the door away from the frame and leant it instead against the wall, trying not to show just how out of breath the task had made you. It was with amusement that you heard Murag clapping behind you, and you turned to him to grace him with a wry smile before Hulda appeared in the door frame to hold your hands affectionately.
“I’m glad you’re here! Dinner’s on, loves. Do you want to eat first?” You looked up to the darkening sky doubtfully and replied.
“I think we’re best to get on with this first, whilst we still have a little light outside. Is that alright?”
“Of course dearest, that’s fine. I’ll light you up a lantern..” She released you and disappeared back into the house. You turned to the door and eyed it calculatingly, envisioning the best way to reaffix it to its frame and leaning over to take your tool bag from Murag.
“Can you hold the door next to the frame for me, love? I need to line it up.” You asked Murag and he nodded in assent.
“Happily.” It was with something between amusement and annoyance that you watched him easily move the door from its resting place against the wall with one hand.
You worked together very easily, mostly due to the fact that he obediently followed all of your commands and didn’t offer any advice or instruction of his own, and it wasn’t long before you had the old oak door securely fastened back in place. Without any weight for him to support, you released Murag from your employ whilst you greased the hinges and checked the lock still lined up correctly. After a few minutes of working alone you turned to find him and Hulda sitting together at her dining table, watching you and talking amongst themselves, both with smiles on their faces.
Dinner was a simple but tasty and extremely plentiful affair, and you found yourself very grateful for the vegetables on offer, realising then that since Murag had moved into your home your diet had become largely meat and cheese based. You chatted easily together, stuffing your mouths the whole time you sat there. When a lull in conversation finally arrived, Hulda pressed her cool hand to your arm.
“Let me get your money, dear.”
“Don’t worry about that.” You responded reflexively, imagining how tough life must be for a widow living on her husband’s meagre pension from the council and whatever coins she could make selling herbs. “It was only a couple of hinges and you’ve done too much for us already, we’re going to have trouble waddling home full of all this food.” Murag watched you silently.
Hulda seemed relieved, but there was still reluctance in her face, clearly not wanting to accept charity. “Well you’ll have to take something, dear. Or I wouldn’t sleep at night. I have some dried bride tea leaves if that’s any use to you?”
“Oh.” That was unexpected, especially as she’d been talking about looking after children only that morning. “Yes, thank you.” You glanced over to Murag’s face as Hulda bustled out of the room but it seemed that he hadn’t paid the conversation a second thought, and was drinking deeply from his tankard in preparation for heading home.
After saying your farewells and packing your tool bag back up, you were back out into the night together. You wanted to have the conversation, so after a few moments of walking together quietly, you answered a question which he had never asked.
“Bride tea is for preventing pregnancy.” You stated simply, trying to keep the tension you felt in your shoulders out of your voice. You knew that most men had a lot to say about when their brides got pregnant, so you were braced for a tough conversation.
He took the bag from your hands easily, offering you his arm. “So you can use my body without continuing my line?” He laughed and you felt relief touch your belly.
“Exactly.”
You were expecting a follow up comment but none came. You walked together through the dark and quiet town, the crunching of your boots against the gravel and dry earth the only noise around you. You peeked into warm windows as you passed houses on your way back towards the smith, catching glimpses of other residents going about their evenings. This line of discussion was making you very tense, and you wished he’d help you get it over with.
“Do you have any feelings… about that?”
From the look he gave you, you could tell that he was starting to understand that more was expected from him in this conversation. “It’s your belly, I’m not going to tell you what to put in it.” You laughed with relief and he continued. “I’m content to enjoy my nubile new bride.”
The relief you felt wash through your whole body as anxious visions of arguments and comments about a woman’s place filtered away into nothing was amazing. You cuddled his arm and rested your cheek against it as you walked. “I love you,” you sighed happily. He squeezed your arm against his body affectionately.
