Lovell the Were-Orc: Part Two (special preview)

There’s a light coming through the curtains that hurts your eyes. You turn away, pulling a blanket up over your head. The previous night you had gone to a party at Lovell’s place. You had felt a bit out of place amongst some of his friends, so you tried to impress them. You drank a bit too much, so how you got home was a mystery.

You then realized you hadn’t gone home at all. You moved back the blanket, cussing at the sunlight as you looked around the room. It was familiar, but you’d never seen it during the day. Just a few times when you had come by to have dinner with Lovell or hang out.

“Oh god, he put me to bed like some kid,” you grumbled. You fell back into bed, covering your eyes with your arm. “Real impressive, idiot.” You and Lovell had been seeing each other for a few weeks now. You had gone out on nice dates, hung out a lot, you were trying your best here. But aside from some small kisses, not much had progressed. You figured it was your goofy ass. Now, being tucked in like a baby, you figured Lovell would see you as nothing but.

The bathroom door opened and Lovell tiptoed out, going to his dresser while steam poured from the door. You sat up, a bit sluggish, but you wanted to see. His bare back was turned to you so there was skin as far as the eye could see. Your eyes traveled down, and his towel was hanging low, giving you a good look at his shapely rear. Too bad you were a little hungover and couldn’t appreciate it like you should.

Lovell turned and saw you sitting up. “Good morning sunshine,” he chuckled.

You just made a pouty face.

Lovell smirked and walked over to your side of the bed. “How do you feel?”

“Stupid,” you grunted.

“Yeah well, you’re doing better than I expected.” He kissed your cheek. “I’m done in the shower if you feel like it. Maybe that’ll make you feel better.” Another kiss on your neck.

It was more than you expected after drinking yourself to bed. “Maybe,” you sighed.

Lovell patted your leg and stood up. “I’ll make breakfast, maybe pancakes will help you to feel better.”

You frowned, but took his suggestion to bathe. Lovell even lent you some clothes so you didn’t have to wear the sweaty ones you slept in. The hot water did feel nice, and after a while you didn’t feel that gross, icky feeling all through your body. Aside from a little headache, you could consider yourself normal.

In the kitchen, Lovell was only wearing pajama bottoms. It was the most skin you’d ever seen from him. The two of you had made out a few times, but anytime you were remotely close to something ‘more’ Lovell would pull back.

“How do you feel?” Lovell asked, glancing back at you.

You had put on a shirt and underwear, not really sexy, still more in the ‘my might be boyfriend tucked me into bed after I drank too much’ area.

“Okay.” You sat down at the table and rubbed your neck.

Lovell chuckled. “You went down like a rock.”

You grimaced.

“I’ve got you some food going, so don’t worry.” Lovell turned back to the stove, shifting pancakes onto a plate.

You grunted in reply, fearing this was the end of anything romantic between you two. You saw the coffee pot was full, so you got up to make yourself a cup. As you did, Lovell’s hand slipped back, and pinched your rear. You looked over at him, he gave no reaction aside from a smile.

“What?” You half chuckle.

“Nothing.”

You arch a brow, and as soon as you turn he pinches again.

“Knock it off,” you laughed.

“Knock off what?” Lovell’s smile was a big smirk now.

You pinched is butt in return and he made a sexy little moan that got somethings working for you.

“Easy now, I’m tender,” Lovell purred.

You glanced towards Welda’s room, but the door was closed. You came up behind Lovell, giving his ass a firm slap.

Lovell moaned again and buried it in a chuckle. “Bad boy. I’m cooking you breakfast and you do that to me?”

God, why was that so hot? You came up and kisses his bare shoulder, stroking your palm down his back.

“I guess you do feel better.” Lovell turned, meeting your kisses and pushing you back against the counter. His hands wrapped around, grabbing your ass and squeezing tight.

“Wait, wait-” you panted. “What’s going on? I figured after last night-”

Lovell smirked. “You don’t remember?”