Orc Girlfriend: Lyneth 2 (rough draft)

I had seen the new pottery studio from a distance. I had wanted to be polite and keep my distance before Lyneth and Llyr were ready to show it off. I knew how important a workspace was, and how personal it could be when creating the right one.

When I arrived, Nicolai and Mila were already crafting something under Llyr’s tutelage while Lyneth was preparing the kiln. Her back was turned as I came in and she was busy loading up the wood inside.

“Emmon, welcome,” llyr said. “Have you come to cristen the kiln with us?” He was sitting beside Mila, who was having trouble getting her piece to form. Nicolai on the other hand seemed to take to the wheel as well as he did a sword.

Lyneth turned and smiled as I came into the room, wiping sweat from her brow. “Would you like me to show you how to work the wheel?”

I suddenly felt very self concious. I had tried to dress nice to celebrate their accomplishments, but now I felt so unsure of myself. Was it because I was now horribly aware of Lyneth’s advances. For sure. But was there an underlying current of my own attraction at fault? Also possible.

“I think I can figure it out.” I sat down beside Nicolai who was beaming.

“I’m making a vase for Mama,” Nicolai said proudly.

Mila glared up at him. “He’s showing off.”

“You’re doing just fine Mila.” Llyr said gently.

Lyneth approached and prepared my wheel with water and the raw porcelain. It wasn’t the color I had expected it to be. “Okay, use the pedals and you can go as fast or slow as you need. And add water-” She starts to pour water over my hands. Lyneth had her arms around me, towering over me, leaning down. She was a lot of woman for a guy like me.

Mila suddenly got a smirk on her face and she reminded me of her Grandmother instantly. “Unsure how to go about things without a hammer and a chisel, Mr. Northtook?”

The Polar royal family scares me for many reasons, but none so much as the ability they have to change their aura on a dime. Mila, I feel, is going to be terrifying once she matures. “Not so much as I am used to my medium moving like this.”

“I like it when they squirm,” Mila titters.

“All young ladies should,” Lyneth laughed. She leaned back over me. “Now, you can’t be too rough with the clay. Yes, you need to work it, but you always need to remember how delicate it will be when complete.”

“I am aware.” My cheeks feel hot, especially with her so close.

I manage to craft a small bowl, one with high walls that I think would serve me well with storing small bits in my studio. Once the pieces dry a bit, they’re painted and glazed for the kiln.

I notice a drawing pad that’s open, and inside there are notes and sketches that lyneth has made. There are notes written inside by Katrina, and sketches that go along with them to show the progress Lyneth has gone through to get the right design for the royal collections.

“No peeking.” Lyneth closes the drawing pad and sets it away. “It all has to be a surprise.”

“I beg your pardon, I didn’t realize.” I glanced back to the kiln. “It’s amazingly well constructed. You should be proud.”

“I can’t take the credit. Llyr and the masons did all the really hard work. I just designed the interior.” She smiled with pride towards her creation. “Our father built our first kiln all by himself. He even moved his beloved chickens in order to make room for it for us. It’ll always be my favorite, but this one is pretty close.”

“I wish I had such kind memories of my father,” I huffed.

Lyneth looked down at me. “What do you mean?”

I grimaced and shrugged. “He didn’t like me pursuing an art career. That’s the jist of it. You don’t need to know much else.”

“Shame,” she tutted. “Seeing what you have created, I couldn’t imagine not feeling a sense of pride in you.”

My heart jolted.

“But, that’s just me.” She walked away, going to pull Nicolai away from the kiln as he was inching far too close.

That evening, Lyneth and llyr presented Katrina and Gregori with their childrens’ creations. Later on, Lyneth came and handed me mine just as I was about to leave the studio.

“Good thing I caught you in time.” She offered down the bowl. “Here, I figured you would want it.”

The bowl felt much heavier than I expected and the glaze felt so smooth and silky. “Thank you. Not as good as my sculpting but-”

Lyneth smiled. “Everyone has a first step. May not be in the right direction or on solid ground, but everyone has it. You are at least skilled with your hands. I could give you some lessons if you’d like.”

“Thank you, but I am still struggling with how to go about this newest statue,” I sighed. “I don’t know if I have the creativity to take into another art.”

“Maybe it’ll help. Trying something new, learning another technique. It could open your eyes so you can see what’s in your sculpture again.” She gently shoved my shoulder. “It’ll be fun regardless.”

I managed to keep my balance and not fall over. “But you should be focusing on the royal collections.”

“I can do two things,” she smirked.

I couldn’t deny I was curious, and I was looking for new ways to enhance my work. I suppose the stress of the upcoming ice sculpting festival was getting to me. I was planning and working so hard on it that it had sapped a lot of my energy. “Maybe one lesson. We’ll see how that goes.”

“Okay, just one. But I can promise you, you’ll be coming for my tutelage more than you expect.” Lyneth’s smile grows as her cheeks blossom into a darker shade.

Maybe I do have an attraction, but it could be coming from that initial flattery of her flirting with me. We agree that I’ll come after lunch for my first lesson. That gives us all time to do what we need to get the day going.

When I do arrive at the studio the following day I hear a loud crash. I walk in and see Lyneth standing over a broken dish. She gathers up the broken pieces, laying them in a lined box which she hands off to Llyr.

“Have you got the gold ready?” She asked. She then turned, spotting me as I came in. “So you did decide to show.”

“I promised I would,” I answered. “What are you doing?”

“Llyr and I are doing a test plate before we get going. Just to make sure our designs work well with the melding method we use.” She then motions over to a wheel. “Go ahead, take your seat. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

I take my seat and put on the apron hanging off the back of the chair. Lyneth returns, setting up some water and the clay. “I want you to first just get used to what you’re doing. The speed of the pedals, how to use the water. But most specifically, how you hold your hands. Just get used to it, and I’ll be back in a second.”

“How should I hold my hands?” I asked.

Lyneth looked back and smirked. “Like you’re holding something precious. But in a cup,” she giggled. “Be right back.” She goes off to work with Llyr over the broken plate I watch for a second but I know I should focus on my lesson.

I shape and reshape the kaolinite several times before Lyneth returns. She shows me how to shape and mold in order to create intricate shapes. She shows me a rolling technique that’s really interesting. I found that I really enjoyed the art, and I came back the next day.

I crafted a few things while I went to the pottery studio. All the while Lyneth and Llyr worked on the royal collections for Nicolai and Mila. I saw Lyneth pour over her work, how intently and lovingly she crafted each item. I thought I had a steady hand, but seeing her paint was like watching the earth move around stone. She had such a dazzling technique, it awed me.

One evening, I was helping her clean the studio. Llyr had gone already to deliver a completed example to Katrina, leaving the two of us alone.

“You really seem to be taking to the craft,” Lyneth said.

I looked up at her, seeing some of her hair had come loose around her face. “I have been enjoying it. It is helping me see my new statue much cleaerer.”

“That’s great.” Lyneth tried to push her hair aside, but she got dust and dried clay on her face. “Oh darn. This is when it gets aggravating.” She stepped aside and took her hair down. I’d never seen it down before, she’d always kept in a braid. It flowed in soft waves as she combed it out with her fingers.

“It’s pretty,” I said without thinking.

Lyneth looked at me with a shy expression. She turned back away and scooped it all to one side.

I cleared my throat. “It looks nice down.”

“Maybe so, but it gets in the way.” She ran her fingers through it then looked back at me. “I’ve never really worn it down around anyone.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. “I got some brandy from back home in my room.” That wasn’t what I expected to say. “Would you like to try it? As a thank you for all your teaching.”

“Halfling brandy,” she murmured. “Is it strong?”

I smirked. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

Lyneth tied her hair then followed me to my room. I fetched the new bottle that had been sent to me and poured two glasses. “Halflings enjoy their drink more than you’d expect.”

Lyneth took the glass and looked inside. “Smells good.” She took a sip. Her eyes popped open and she pulled the glass away. “Oh my.”

I had to laugh. “You underestimated it, didn’t you?”

“I did!” She watched me as I took a gulp. “I’m surprised. I thought orcs drank it as stout as it came.” She eased back in her seat. “Do you drink alone?”

“Mostly, although admitting that out loud sounds rather strange.” I swirl the liquor in my glass. “I’ve not really had anyone in my room before. Not since I got here at least.”

“I’m honored to be your first.” Lyneth took another sip. “Anyone you think of when you drink?”

I shook my head and sighed. “Used to. But these days I’ve not thought of anyone in a long time.” I glanced over at her. “And you?”

“I’m too shy to say,” she chuckled.

My heart skipped a beat. “Is it me?”

Lyneth licked her lips then up her tusk. “Maybe.”

“I know you said you like short people because of your father. But I had to be honest, it still shocks me!” I confessed. “Surely a statuesque woman like you could find just about anyone.”

“Oh, I can find plenty but just throwing a stone. But the heart wants what it wants. I can’t explain it, it’s just there. I saw you and my heart decided for me. You’re handsome, talented, and-” She stopped and looked away. “See, now you’re trying to embarrass me.”

“I would never. But thank you for the compliment.” I looked back into my drink. “I do think you’re lovely. Stunning in fact. I admire anyone who is so dedicated and in love with their craft. That is an instant attraction for me, no matter who they are.”

“Come sit beside me.” Lyneth patted the seat beside her. “So we don’t have to yell across the distance.”

It could be a trap, but it was one I was willing to fall for. I joined her, sitting next to her, feeling her warmth. She put her hand on my leg and I felt heated all over.

“You’re blushing a lot.” Her fingers touch against my cheek. “You’ve not drunk too much have you?”

“Barely anything.” I reached up, touching her hair. It felt silky between my fingers. “It’s the company doing it to me, I think.”

Lyneth leaned down, kissing my forehead then my cheek. I turned to meet her, grazing a kiss then planting one firmly. I slipped a hand around her waist, then smoothed it down along her thigh.

“I’m not sure what you’re into, but-” Lyneth kissed me again. “We can take this to the bed if you want.”

“Very forward,” I breathed. “You seem to be wanting something specific.”

“Ever since I first laid eyes on you. But, now that I’ve caught feelings, it’s much more specific.” She stood up before me, taking off her tunic. My heart sped up, my pulse pounded in my groin.

“Oh wow,” I breathed.

Lyneth walked over and laid down upon my bed. I followed, tentatively climbing up beside her. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. Was I going to be able to satisfy her? I guess I could get creative if needed.

I took off my clothes, nervously waiting until the last second to take my pants off. Lyneth did that for me, she pulled them down, cupping my rear in one hand and kneading it. She then licked me, her warm tongue darted over my shaft and then she moaned. It felt so good, I rocked my hips, rubbing my rear into her palm and my cock against her lips. I was growing harder, feeling the deepening pulse surge through my body.

Her dark eyes peered up at me as she sucked on me. I grabbed her hair, pulling it gently. I wrapped it around my fingers, panting as she kept going. It felt so hot, so liquid. My body was dripping with desire with heat.

“Wait, I’ll finish if you don’t stop,” I breathed.

“Go ahead,” she purred. She lapped at my balls then took them into her mouth. “You can come whenever you’d like.”

I shuddered, tightening my grip open her hair. I rocked my hips more, rubbing my cock to her tongue. I could feel myself spiraling fast. Her tongue, her moans, her touch, it was all becoming overwhelming. I cried out, spilling on her lips, on her face, her breasts. She seemed to enjoy it, smiling as I continued with my long release.

“You had a lot for me,” she cooed.

My legs were shaking. I needed to lay down for a second.

Lyneth pushed me down onto the bed, kissing me hungrily.

“Sit on me,” the words were a surprise again. “Sit on my face.”

Her eyes lit up and her lips pursed. “You sure?”

I smacked my cheek. “I owe you one. I can do it.”

Lyneth licked her lips, watching me with a curious expression. “Just double tap if you need to breathe.” She sat up, moving herself so that her thighs were next to my ears. Above me I saw something delicious, something moist and warm. As her lips came closer I opened my mouth. I licked and suckled, sighing with pleasure as I tasted her. I used my fingers to open her up, my tongue to tease, my lips to strike. Through her thighs I could hear her moans, but just barely. I figured if anything felt wrong, she’d move.

I found I could fit my whole hand inside her, so I drove it deeper. I felt her tighten around me. Her inner walls quivered, and her heat grew. I licked and sighed, finding purchase upon her clit. I moved my arm, thrusting inside her while sucking that sweet bud. I heard a cry, I felt a rush of heat. Her body trembled all around me, her thighs relaxed then tensed. My hand became trapped inside and I heard another cry.

The body above me shifted, pulling away then falling onto the bed. Lyneth was breathing heavily and curled into a ball. “Too much! Too much,” she panted.

I was shocked. I did that to her? I laid beside her, kissing her shoulder and rubbing her back. She began to uncurl, laying flat and smiling at me. “I knew you’d be good with your hands.” She took hold of mine, kissing the knuckles as she smiled.

I blushed, feeling my body heat up all over again. “I just wanted to repay you. That’s all. Was it really okay?”

Lyneth leaned in and kissed me, moving so part of my body was trapped by her breast. “It was great, Emmon.”

I smiled triumphantly. “Well, just be careful. I have pretty good stamina.”

“I can tell.” Lyneth kissed me again. “But I need a second to rest, big boy. Someone stole the breath from me.”

I laid back, letting her rest her head upon my chest. Her soft hair spilled out over my side and the bed. I was suppressing a massive grin. “Take your time, Lyneth. I have all night for you.”

Lyneth chuckled and she raised her eyes to me. “I may demand more nights. What would you say to that?”

I grinned. “Well, I must admit, it is a tempting offer. But why on earth would you want to spend them with me?”

Lyneth rose up, planting a firm kiss on my lips. “Because I’ve fallen for you.”

My heart pounded in my throat. “Oh really?” I brush her hair back and cup her face in my hands. “Because I’ve found the face of my new statue, and I need to see it every night to get it right.” I run my fingers along her cheek bone. “So I’ll need you in my arms.”