Braug the Orc

(My second orc story after Max. This was also where I first started developing the reaping, and with it what would become Obresh, and from there, the Ruby Empire. Which, can I just say, Ruby Empire was such a silly choice of a name? It's not an empire at all. Maybe I should consider renaming after a while. or at least when I go to publish. This inspired the artwork by @ioanamuresanart you see above. Go show her some love!)

Female Reader x Male Monster

Originally Posted: September 10th, 2017

For the last few years now, the village you live has lived under the rule of an Orc Clan. It started because your village was running out of money, people were starving and sickness was rampant. You were just a little girl when it had happened, you can remember being hungry and crying by the cold fireplace as your mom fretted about your father and brothers who left to find work and send home money and food. One day the Orc clan came and promised to save your village, but in return, they would be allowed to take young men and women from the village back to the clan with them each year. Five in the least, ten at the most. For a long while there was hesitance but soon, young people in the village came forward to sacrifice themselves for the good of the village.

As such, your village has flourished. One of your brothers was selected several years ago, but he still writes home and speaks very highly of the orcs and his betrothed. It’s not uncommon to see Orcs in the village these days, they bring in things for trade or even attempt to woo their intended for the coming harvest.

Recently, you’ve been noticing one Orc who has been coming and simply buys an apple from your cart and goes along. Every day, he buys a single apple from you and then goes along his way. You’ve recently been trying to find him the biggest apples you can, polishing them up nice and bright and having them at the ready for him. He never says anything, he simply takes the apple, leaves a coin, and leaves.

When the harvest comes, it’s an interesting event. Everything is as it should be, people go to work and go about their daily lives, but suddenly anywhere from five to ten orcs walks into town, plucks up their intended human from in the middle of what they are doing and leaves without a word. Sometimes it’s a celebration, often it’s a struggle, but then again not everyone loves the harvest.

You set up your cart like normal, readying your best apple for your daily patron like always. You hear children start shouting out the arrival of the Orcs as they make their procession into the village. You hearing hollering and shouting, people cheering and fighting.

“It’s starting early today,” you sigh as you bend over to pick up your signs from under the cart. As your bent over, you notice it goes dark. You look up and then glance over your shoulder, realize your Orc patron is standing behind you.

“Apple again?” You ask as you stand up.

He then grabs you, picking you up around your waist and hefting you over his shoulder, his hand resting on your rear as he walks away.

You stunned and silent for the longest time, your mouth agape as you watch the village disappear on the horizon as he carries you into the woods. You finally snap to your senses and you try to turn to look at him.

“Wait a second,” you gasp, “is this really happening?” You try to wriggle free but his hand around your ass grasps tighter.

You bite your lip and slouch slightly over his shoulder. It’s not that you mind, in fact, you had kind of been hoping for this. It’s just that, you have so many questions, so many things left behind.

“Hey,” you turn again, looking at the back of his head. You notice that his hair is long and dark, plated in a thick braid and decorated with beads and trinkets. You tug on his braid, “hey, answer me.”

He growls at the sharp tug you gave and he slaps your rear. You let out a yelp and then you huff and tug again harder this time. He slaps your rear again and you bite your cheek to keep your cry silent.

“Set me down! I can walk.”

“Hush up,” he snarls back at you. “Keep still, we’re almost home.”

“Home,” the word shatters and cuts deeply inside. You frown and look down. You no longer get to see your family every day, your mother, your brothers. It had been hard when your one brother had been taken, and you remember his painful letters the first few months as he adjusted. But he grew to love and accept his new life with open arms. He speaks so kindly of his betrothed and how he is excited to have the wedding and see everyone.

A few tears slip and they dribble down his back. You quickly wipe your face, noticing him veering off the path and walking up a hill. He opens a large, stone gate and shuts it. You turn, trying to see the house he takes you into. It’s all rock, you notice, even the door is a large stone slab. He carries you through the home, warm but dark. He sets you down, laying you on a soft bed.

“Now?” You gasp, shocked and you pinch your legs together tight and cover your chest. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t sure now you would ever be no matter how happy your brother sounded. You squeeze your eyes closed tight and then…

Nothing.

You open your eyes and look around, he lights a lantern and turns looking at you. You lock eyes and he shrugs, turning away and leaving the room.

You stare around, you eyes darting back and forth around the room. The bed is covered with furs, the frame made from large bones. There’s a chest of drawers, the top holding a jewelry box and several silver trinkets. By the bed, there was a bookcase with sparse tomes. There was also an open closet, and you notice inside are several dresses.

After a moment you walk out of the room and down the hallway, going into the kitchen and dining room the front door opened into. He’s sitting at the table, carving an apple and eating the slices from the tip of the knife.

You stand by the table and he flicks his gray eyes up to you.

You screw your mouth up into a tight, awkward line. You weren’t sure how to act. After all, this was all basically a proposal but all you knew about your new fiance was that he liked your apples.

“I can make a pie with those,” are the first words uttered to him in your new home. “I’m told they’re quite good.”

He holds out the knife with an apple slice on the tip towards you. You lean forward, putting your hand around his and biting the slice from the tip.

He chuckles, smirking broadly. “Your apples aren’t all that I am after.”

You frown as you chew. “Obviously,” you wave your hand out.

He reaches out, wiping the tears still clinging to your cheeks. His hand is warm and callused and you find yourself not hating his touch at all.

“I don’t expect anything from you,” he starts. “The harvested usually aren’t warm when they are first brought to their new homes,” he slices into the apple and offers you another bite. “Most lock themselves in their rooms.”

You take the bite again and chew slowly, “I don’t see any point in locking myself away,” you mutter.

“Some fear our touch.”

You cast your eyes down,”well, considering how most orcs look…like you would rip us in half.” He pats the seat beside him and you take it. “You always bought an apple and left. Why?”

He pets the top of your head, running his fingers through your curly hair as he continues to feed you slices from his apple. “I liked your produce.”

You smile awkwardly up at him again, “what do I call you?”

“Braug,” he presses a slice to your lips.

Over the next few days, you learn to live with him. He makes sure you eat every meal, expressing concern because some of the harvested refuse to eat and some have even gotten sick and died as a result. Braug takes you into the clan one day, promising to help you find your brother. He keeps you close to him, his arm held protectively around you waist. The orc village is very similar to your own, if not a little louder and rowdier. You see several human and orc couples about the village. Some were arguing openly while you saw a few who were more affectionate.

A rather large and bulky orc approaches you and laughs. “This the little apple tart you’ve been bragging about?” He snorts as he kneels down to get on your level. He smells like rancid beer and he’s none too pleasant to look at.

“Let me get a good look at you,” he grabs your face, pinching your face between his fingers and you try to yank away but he grips harder and you whimper out.

Braug grabs his wrist and snaps it down, you hear a loud pop and the orc screams out, releasing you and you duck behind him The other orc is hollering in pain, his arm broken from where Braug grabbed and twisted.

“She’s mine,” Braug growls darkly. “Don’t sully her with your disgusting touch. No wonder your human ran away.”

You grip onto Braug’s back and tug. “Let’s just go!” You whisper urgently.

“You better watch your back,” the other orc snarls, foaming and spitting. “I’ll fucking kill you Braug, but not before I rape your little bitch right in front of-” Braug lunges out, striking the orc and cracking his jaw.

“Braug!” You cry out, trying to grab him back as he beats the other Orc into the ground. You manage to pull him back, grabbing his bloodied fist. Others have gathered around, growling and hissing, whooping and cheering. Apparently, this was a normal, everyday occurrence and someone came shortly and cleaned the offending orc off the sidewalk.

“Why did you make me stop?” Braug snarled. “He offended you! He threatened you,” he huffs as you wiped the blood off his hands.

“He’s not worth it,” you answer him. “He wanted a rise out of you.”

Braug’s broad shoulders slouched and he pets the top of your head. “I’ll take you home.”

You glance around the crowd as it dissipates, people already bored. You grab his hand and squeeze it tight. “Let’s get apples,” you murmur. “I’ll make you that pie.”

He squeezes your hand back. “You sure?”

“You probably would have beaten him to death if I was here or not,” he says as he leads you towards the market.

After a quick shopping trip, he takes you back home. He sits and watches you as you cook, stealing samples from you when you’re back was turned. You slap him with a wooden spoon and make him sit down.

As you’re kneading the dough for the crust he comes up behind you. You glance to the side, making your wooden spoon is close at hand. You then feel his hands on your hips and you hold your breath. He grinds up against you and you feel his heat against your thigh.

“Ah-” you suddenly forget out to speak. You wanted to say you were busy, that you needed to finish the crust, but all you could focus upon was how thick and warm he felt.

“Keep working,” he snarls into your ear as he hikes up your skirt. “You promised me a pie, don’t you remember?”

“Uhm,” you swallow thickly, going back to kneading and rolling out of the dough. Your fingers tremble as you work, his touch growing even more heated and intent. He gropes your rear and rubs his growing bulge between the cheeks. His fingers rub between your thighs in a slow, torturous fashion.

You bite your lip, somehow managing to get the crust into the pan without it tearing. You shiver as he presses a thick finger between your folds, rubbing directly.

“You’re so wet already,” he growls against the top of your head.

“The pie….” you whimper, looking over you shoulder at him.

“Is it ready to eat then?”

You swallow again and try to catch your breath, “what? No, I haven’t even-” he lifts you up and sets you on the edge of the table, spreading open your legs. You gasp and try to close them back, but he kneads his strong fingers into your plump thighs.

“That’s not-” he watch him as he buries his head between your thighs. Your mouth hangs open as his tongue laps over you. You grip the top of his head, letting out a sweet, pleasure moan as his tongue burrows deeper, pushing inside of you. You pull his hair and he bites you, but that feels good too. You’re breathing hard, gasping for breath as you feel the heat pool between your legs the more he licks and nuzzles close. His hard nose rubbing against your needy clot as he tongue pushes inside.

You bite your lip, grunting softly as you roll your hips, your body beginning to tremble as the heat quickens and turns to lightening, crashing and flashing. Your thighs tighten and squeeze around his ears as your voice escapes, loud and pleased as you call out Braug’s name over and over, loudly and then it turns into soft, pleasure whispers.

He pulls back smirks, licking his chops as he rises up and kisses you, pushing your back onto the table. You taste yourself in his kiss, but your hold his face, kissing him more, moaning as he bites your lip and kisses down your neck. He rips open your chest, his rough palms running over your soft skin. He kisses and licks your chest, gently biting you all over and making your shudder.

“Braug,” you whimper and he looks up at you with wide bewildered eyes. You meet his gaze and he grins wickedly. He tugs your rear to the edge of the table and hitches your legs up, holding your ankles in one hand as the other removes his belt.You hear his pants flop to the floor and you bite your lip excitedly, waiting to feel him against you.

You feel his thickness rub against your thigh and ass. It’s hot and already oozing precum from the tip. You gasp and shudder,  “big,” escaping your lips and making him laugh.

“You think so?” he lets go of your legs and he lifts you up. He sets you on the floor, making you kneel before him. You hold your breath as you face it, thick and bulging. The head a darker shade and shining, the shaft bulges with thick veins, the bottom studded with silver bolts.

“What do you think?” He growls. “Think you can handle this every night?” He tangles his hands in your curly hair. You open your lips as he presses close, taking as much of him in as you can. You moan against him, moving your head and stroking what didn’t fit with both hands. Above you, his grunts turn to satisfied sighs and moans. His hips buck every so often when you press your tongue flush against him.

He pulls out and picks you up again, tossing you over his shoulder like the day of the harvest. He slaps you rear, rubbing and petting before slapping it again. He throws you onto the bed then flips you over and hiking your hips up. You watch behind yourself as he gets into position, he rubs his length between your thighs and along your slit before pressing at your entrance. You let out a surprised moan as you feel him stretching you open.

He grips onto your hips, slowly easing himself inside as you moan longly, burying your face into the pillows and furs. It’s a little painful but at the same time, it feels so good. He grips your hair, pulling your head up.

“I want to hear your cries,” he snarls, his breath shallow. “I want to hear every ravished whisper.”

You bite your lip, grunting excitedly. You feel his hips touch against your rear as he nestled firmly in place. You squeeze around him, feeling him twitch inside you. “Please,” you beg and you feel his hand on your hip squeeze tighter.

“My pleasure,” he pulls out slowly and then pushes back in hard.

You yelp loudly, gripping onto the furs with white knuckles. He does it again and you exclaim loudly. He picks up speed, rattling your bones and the bed. His grunts turn into snarls and heaving panting. Your eyes have rolled to the back of your head as you cry out enraptured, whispering his name when you’re not screaming it.

He lets go of your hair and he moves you so you’re on your side with your leg lifted up against his chest. You prop up on your elbows, meeting his eyes and watching his expression as he drives into you, making your body shake and spasm as the lightning returns. You roll onto your back, writhing under him. He then comes down on top of you, kissing you heatedly as your fingers claw mercilessly down his back. You feel him twitch and shudder inside you. He moans into your mouth, his head dipping and nuzzling between your breasts as he releases deep inside of you.

You whimper, holding onto the back of his head and neck. You’re shuddering, spent and satisfied as he puts his full weight on top of you.

“Mm,” you swallow, your throat tight. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” he echoes, slowly propping himself up and rolling off you.

You put your hand on his back, still too weak to cuddle up against him. “No wonder my brother likes his betrothed so much.”

Braug laughs and pulls you to his chest. “Is that all you like?”

You nuzzle close and kiss his neck and shoulder. “Not really,” you purr, petting his hair chest lovingly.

“You asked me why I only ever got your apples,” he says and you look up at him.

“What about them?” You ask.

He kisses you lovingly, “back when we first came to the village, I was just a young lad, barely able to swing my first axe. I was with our leader making our way through the village when I heard a little girl crying.”

Your eyes widen as the memory returns to you. You remember taking an apple from someone and you nearly fainted you were so excited to eat it. You look up at him again and meet his eyes, remembering the young orc who had given you your first meal in days.

“You?” You whisper.

He kisses you again, “I couldn’t forget your smile. So when I found you selling apples well…I took it as a sign.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing flush against his warm, furry body. “I didn’t realize,” you whisper.

He gropes your rear, squeezing it hard and kneading his fingers into it. “You can make it up to me,” he chuckles darkly into your ear. “I have a feeling you’ll be more than happy too.”

You giggle, wriggling into his palm. “I still have to finish making that pie I promised.”

“Fuck it,” he snarls nipping your earlobe.

“You did,” you snicker and he pushes you back into the furs and pillows laughing.