Brimer the Orc & Ciran the Drow (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster x Male Monster

A few years ago you were out getting eggs and bread to take back home, when you happened upon a performance. An orc was playing a lute and singing, and his voice was exceptionally lovely. You stopped in the small crowd to listen, and the orc smiled at you. For a moment you felt the beating of your heart skip, and in that same moment you became aware that someone was uncomfortably close to you. It was a gift you’d developed over the years. You noticed a dark hand near your waist, and you snatched it. The drow behind you looked just as shocked as you were, and the orc’s song halted for a brief moment before he started again at a much more rapid pace.

You came to know the pair as Brimer and Ciran, two friends traveling and using their various talents to make their way in the world. Brimer the orc was a jovial and musically talented fellow, who used his music to distract unsuspecting people. Meanwhile, Ciran the drow would pick pockets. You snatching Ciran’s hand had been a shock to both, and they claimed no one had ever caught Ciran before.

That’s what they told you anyway, after you ran from them. Once they caught up with you, they begged you not to tell. They had been robbed on their way into town and needed some coin in order to get food and shelter for the night. Being the sucker you were, you agreed to let them stay at your family’s inn, but they had to earn their keep for the night. Brimer was charged with performing for the usual patrons, while Ciran did the washing in the kitchen.

They still show up at the door every once in a while, asking for the same deal you gave them in the past, and Brimer performs while Ciran goes to the kitchen to work. It’s always a joy to see them. Brimer is so kind and happy, with a presence like warm sunlight, and Ciran’s flirtatious charm makes everyone around him feel special and beautiful. You count the days between visits, excited to see them again. It’s been a while since their last visit, and then they show up, both wounded. Brimer is horribly injured, and somehow Ciran has brought him all the way here. You get them set up in a room, and tenderly attend to their wounds.

Ciran has obvious cuts and scratches, but Brimer is covered from head to toe in large, strange bruises. He has no visible signs of blood loss or wounds, yet he looks so pale and sickly.

“We’ll work all this off, love, promise.” Ciran’s expression is nothing but concern. Brimer has sustained most of the injuries and been resting almost all this time. Ciran has barely left his side. If it wasn’t for work, you would stay with them too.

“I’m not worried about that now,” you say tenderly to Ciran. “You two need to get better before you do anything.”

“I just want the big guy to wake up, you know?” Ciran takes hold of your hand, squeezing it for strength. “It’s always been us.”

“It’s okay, he’ll be fine. You have your own injuries to worry about.” You smooth your hand up Ciran’s arm, then gently brush your hand along his cheek. His skin is stone-gray, but it feels warm. Tears hang on his thick, white eyelashes, and you smooth them away. His nose is crooked, but that only adds to his charm.

Ciran smiles softly at your gentle touch. “Thank you. It means a lot that we have someone in this world looking out for us.”

“You two are trouble, that’s for certain. But I would never turn you away.” You stand up, taking their dirty clothes to go wash them. “I’ll return with some food in a moment.”

“Thank you.” Ciran’s eyes return to sleeping Brimer. “He’s going to be so mad he missed meals.”

You approach Brimer’s bed and check his forehead. He’s not as warm as he was, which is a good sign, but he feels sweaty, and you make a note to return with a cool, damp cloth to mop up his face.

“I’m sure he’ll make up for it.” You brush Brimer’s long hair aside. “I’ll be back.” You leave the room to find your two youngest siblings listening by the door. “Don’t you two have anything better to do than spy? Go on, get!”

“How did they get hurt?” one asks, trailing along behind you.

“What if the orc dies?” the other asks, timid and afraid.

You turn and scowl at them. “Don’t say such a horrible thing!” You thrust the laundry basket into their hands. “Go and take these down to the washroom. Make sure they get cleaned soon! And stop spying or I’ll make sure to scrub their britches on the backs of your heads.”

Your siblings run off, and you sigh heavily. It was a thought at the back of your mind, but not one you allowed to see the light of day. What if Brimer does die? What if something happened that won’t heal? “No,” you say aloud to yourself. “He’s fine.” You stride off again, trying to move that awful thought from your mind as you go into the kitchen. Nothing bad ever happens here. Your big brother protects the inn, your parents make it inviting, and your little siblings make it fun. You feel lucky to have been left on this doorstep when you were a baby, because the family here took you in as one of their own. That’s probably why you feel the need to work as hard as you do.

“How’re the boys?” your mother asks as you slice bread.

“Ciran’s fine, just worrying himself sick. And Brimer is still resting.” You place the bread on a plate with some berries you picked this morning.

“Such a shame. I do miss his singing,” you mother frets. For her, taking in people is natural. “These things happen, though. Should be right up on his toes in no time. I mostly worry about the pretty one.”

She always calls Ciran pretty, which he is. Ciran calls her the boss, and these terms are their form of affection. You fill two bowls with a hearty ham and potato stew, which will be a good dinner as long as they eat. Ciran has barely touched anything. You take a rag, dunk it in water and wring it out.

“Does he still have a fever?” your mother asks.

“No, his forehead felt much better today.” Your mother sighs with relief at your response. “He’s just sweaty. I wanted to wipe down his face a little.” You place the damp rag in your pocket, then take the tray back to their room. “I expect you to eat something,” you scold Ciran as you come in. “I’ll sit here and watch you if I have to…”

You stop cold in your tracks when you see Ciran kneeling beside Brimer’s bed, weeping. “Oh gods, no.” Your chest seizes.

Ciran turns with tears in his eyes. “He said he was hungry!”

You almost sob, but when you see Brimer’s smile, you really could bawl. “Come here, lass.” he extends his big hand. “Give me a hug.”

You quickly set the tray aside and rush to the other side of the bed. “I’m so glad to see you!” you cry as you give him a careful hug. “We’ve been so worried.”

“Sorry about that. I’m always a heavy sleeper when I heal.” Brimer smiles, his thick eyebrows raised despite the sleepy expression in his eyes. “I do wish I saw you first upon waking, rather than this rusty-eyed fool,” he chuckles.

“How cruel,” Ciran laughs between tears.

Brimer’s nose twitches. “Is that soup I smell?”

“Yes!” You jump up. “Mama made ham and potato stew.”

“She remembered my favorite.” Brimer tries to sit up in bed, but he makes a horribly pained face. “Fuck, what happened to me out there?”

“Easy, now.” Ciran coaxes him back to relaxing. “That fucker who attacked us knew blood magic.”

You go to Brimer’s side with a bowl and spoon in hand. “Blood magic?” you ask fearfully. “You met someone who knew blood magic?”

“Aye,” Brimer groans. “Took control of me, made me give Ciran a sound thrashing. Barely saw the man, but he was some sort of scaly fucker.”

You hadn’t been privy to this information. “He made you fight Ciran?”

“Don’t know why either,” Ciran sighs heavily. “He just asked for a song, and the next thing we knew…” He stops, obviously bothered by the thought.

“Every inch of me feels like it’s been pulled apart and sewn back together.” Brimer is able to sit up enough for you to feed him. “He pulled at the blood in my veins and my bones.”

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur. “That must have been…”

“Terrifying,” Ciran hisses.

You feed Brimer the entire bowl of soup, then take the cool cloth and dab it over his face. “I’m just glad you’re still with us.”

Brimer sighs. “That feels nice, lass.”

“I can fetch some water, if you’d like to clean yourself off,” you suggest.

“I doubt I could move my arms enough to do such a thing,” he grunts. “But thank you.”

“Do you mind if I see?” you ask gently. “Just to check.”

Brimer nods, and you move back the blanket. The bruises are much darker than before. “You poor thing.” You gently touch his arm.

“That feels nice,” Brimer sighs.

“Looks like we’ll be working off a hefty tab this time around,” Ciran attempts to jest. “Might not be leaving for a long while.”

“We’ll work it off.” Brimer smiles at you. “Your kindness will be paid back in full.”

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” you say with a bright smile. “Both of you. I don’t know what I’d do if either one of you never came through our doors again.”

“That’s why we do,” Ciran says with his trademark charming smile. “Just to make you happy, love.” He kisses your cheek, which makes your heart rocket through your throat and into your head, scrambling your brains like eggs.

“You old sap,” Brimer grunts. “She deserves more than a cheek peck, and you know it. If I could sit up, I’d give her the snogging of her life.”

Ciran scowls down at him. “I bet you would, you old dog.”

“Wait a second…” You’re excited by the prospect, but unsure if they are teasing you or not. They’ve always gleefully flirted to get you to giggle, but this doesn’t feel like teasing.

“All these years you’ve been too nervous to make a move. But when we leave, all you do is whine about how there wasn’t a good moment,” Brimer laughs. “Stop bellyaching, you cad.”

Ciran’s smirk is vicious. “Like you have any room to complain! You write her those ridiculous love songs and then don’t have the nerve to tell her, either!”

“What are you talking about?” you huff.

The two of them stop their brotherly arguing and look at you. Ciran seems uncharacteristically shy, and Brimer’s smile is sheepish. “Well, now.” Ciran sits back and clears his throat. “Suppose there’s nothing but time to confess.”

You glance between them. “You both like me?”

Ciran’s stone-colored cheeks darken to a lavender shade. “Maybe.”

“Yes,” Brimer comes right out and confesses. “We’ve fancied you for quite some time. But since we both have feelings, we’ve been dancing around it waiting for the other to do something.”

You sit in shocked silence, staring between these two men who you hold affection for as well. But that confuses you. It was always both of them, never just one. “You could have said something,” you say sheepishly.

“Easier said than done,” Ciran murmurs.

“How does it make you feel?” Brimer asks with concern.

You take a deep breath and swallow. “I’m surprised I…” You begin to smile. “I’ve barely had one confession, let alone two. And I care deeply for both of you.”

“You don’t need to say anything or even make any sort of decision. We don’t expect that.” Ciran sounds breathless. “We want to remain your friend always.”

“I do too.” You try to piece your thoughts together in a way that would make sense. But right now they were too scrambled and mixed up to put together a clear picture. “Thank you for telling me. It’s actually nice to know.”

You leave them to rest and to try and think through this. You go to your parents, telling them what happened. A thoughtful look comes to your father’s face. “You’ve always wanted to travel,” he says. “To have your own grand adventures. Unfortunately, my darling, you’ve never had the skill or chance for such things. But maybe with those two boys, you could finally accomplish your dream.”

Your mother looks at him in alarm. “Dear, you’re not suggesting…”

“Who better to send her off with than two people who care about her? We know them quite well now. They’ll have a tab to settle once they’re healed, and they can’t stay here forever.” Your father smiles. “So why not make them an offer?”

It does sound tempting, but you don’t want to use their feelings for you just for the chance at adventure. You say you’ll think it over before going to bed. You toss and turn most of the night, your thoughts plagued by images of a romance with Brimer or Ciran. How could you choose one or the other when they come as a complete set?

Come morning, you check on them before breakfast and deliver them their clean clothes. Peeking inside, you find them fast asleep, and set the clothes on the dresser. Brimer looks so cuddly and warm, and Ciran looks beautiful and huggable. You can’t choose between them, you know. It would feel wrong to take one over the other. But what other option remains?

“Morning already?” Brimer sighs sleepily.

You go to his side. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no,” he grunts. “I was already coming to when you came in.” He looks up at you with dark eyes. “Do you mind helping me up? I need to stretch these weary limbs.”

“Of course.” You let him take your arm, helping him rise off the bed with grunts and groans. He sighs with relief as he sits up, popping his neck and his knuckles.

“Thank you, lass.”

“How do you feel?” You rub his shoulder.

He frowns, then leans into your touch. “Like a dropped peach.” Brimer places his hand on your lap. “But better than the mash I felt like yesterday.”

You take hold of his hand. “I’m glad.”

Ciran stirs, stretching out before rising. “Damn, morning already? And I was dreaming so sweetly.” He rests back on his pillow, curling up with charming indolence.

That’s when you decide. “If you’re both up to hearing it, my parents have an offer for you so you can pay off your tab.”

“Hmm?” Ciran opens his eyes wider. “What sort of offer?”

You look between them, feeling almost excited. “I’ve always wanted to travel, see some of the world beyond this village. But let's face it, I’m not one who should be going on adventures. In exchange for clearing your tab, we would like the two of you to travel with me and protect me.” You look at each of them. “What do you think?”

“Is that something you would want?” Ciran asks as he sits up straighter. His long hair falls in front of his face. “To be out alone in the world with us?”

Your cheeks darken. “I’ve given it some thought,” you say simply.

Brimer nudges your cheek and chuckles. “Is this your confession, lass?”

Your face is growing warmer and warmer. Ciran rises out of bed, keeping the blanket around his waist. “Don’t make me excited before I have my eggs.”

“I can’t choose,” you murmur. “I like you both. I can’t imagine being without either one of you. I know that sounds selfish, maybe. But that’s how I feel.”

Ciran’s eyes sparkle as he looks at you, and Brimer’s arm tightens to bring you into a hug. “Thank you for your honesty.”

“Where would you like to go?” Ciran asks with a smile. He climbs into the bed with you, kissing your cheek while Brimer kisses the top of your head. You laugh happily, trembling with excitement.

Once they’re healed and Brimer can walk without issues, you prepare to leave for your journey. Your parents have a long talk with them, and your elder brothers give them a talking-to as well. You’re given a knife and a dagger, as well as supplies to last you for a while. You leave early one morning, almost breathless with the thrill of having your dream come true, but also because you’re going with your beloved friends.

Ciran extends his hand to you. “Come along, love.” His warm hand wraps around yours. “We’ve got you.”

Brimer takes your other hand. “No need to be scared, but if you are, just tell us and we’ll take care of it.”

You beam at them both. “Right now, I’m just so excited! I can’t wait.”

The first few days are a lot of walking, which you aren’t used to. Your feet get sore and blister, so at one point Ciran carries you on his back. “You look rather smug over there,” Brimer teases.

“She’s warm and soft, so why wouldn’t I be?” Ciran throws back.

“We’ll find you better traveling shoes once we get to the next village. I know a cobbler there who does good work,” Brimer says with a smile.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t prepared,” you pout. “You don’t have to carry me.”

“I like it,” Ciran chuckles. “And no worries. That’s what this journey is for, right? So you can learn and be prepared.”

“I suppose so.” You feel bad that he’s carrying you, but you revel in the soft scent of his hair.

Brimer teaches you how to build a fire and set up shelter with some basic supplies. He also gives you your own piece of flint so you can practice starting fires with it. Ciran teaches you about setting traps and scavenging. You know a bit already about some foods in the wild, but Ciaran shows you two different mushrooms. “See, this one here isn’t edible, but we can sell them to an apothecary and make some pretty good coin. Also, keep a sharp eye out for wild ginger. If you find some, it’s good to have on hand, but the money you can make from it is even better. So start getting good at spotting things while on the trail. It can mean the difference between a night in a tent or an inn.”

“No wonder you two were always so willing to work at the inn for room and board.”

“It was a selling point,” Brimer chuckles. “It was easier than most tasks we’ve had to do. And we didn’t have to resort to our underhanded tactics.” He looks up into the sky and sighs heavily. “Looks like we might have bad weather tonight.”

“How bad?” Ciaran asks.

Brimer rubs his chin as his brow crinkles. “Judging from the clouds, I would say heavy rain.”

“We won’t make it to the next village by then,” Ciran sighs heavily. “We should probably keep moving and look for a place with adequate cover.”

“I think I saw an abandoned cottage last time we passed through here.” Brimer hefts his bag onto his back. “If it’s unoccupied, we could probably go there to escape the worst of the rain. We’re used to it, but I don’t think our lass would take kindly to it.”

“I’ll be fine, really,” you say. “Whatever we have to do.”

You find the old cabin in the woods, taken over by vines and moss. There are also signs of a tussle outside, with dried blood, scorch marks from fire, and ruts among the dirt and grass. Ciran goes inside the cabin to make sure there’s nothing there.

“How are you faring, lass?” Brimer rubs your back gently. “Has the journey been okay for you so far?”

You nod. “I’ve been fine. But I can’t help but feel a little like extra weight to you two. If I get too annoying, we can just go back to the inn.”

“Nonsense,” Brimer scoffs. “We all start somewhere. To be honest, having you around makes everything feel new.” He takes out his lute and begins strumming. “Ciran and I are as close as we can be without blood. But it’s always been just the two of us. With you here, it’s like a whole new adventure.”

You smile shyly. “Thanks for agreeing to this.”

Ciran comes out of the cabin. “Stinks to high heaven in there, but it’s a port in the storm, so we can’t complain.” He leaves the old door open to air out the building, then sits down with you as Brimer begins to play.

After a while, storm clouds converge, low and dark. The sky rumbles, and in the distance are warning flashes of light. You hurry into the old cabin, setting up your tent to avoid leaks from the roof. Ciran builds a fire while Brimer goes to find water. Meanwhile, you set up the sleeping rolls inside the tent, hoping to make it cozy. “Oh, wow, got us in there quite tight,” Ciran teases. “If you wanted a snuggle, all you had to do was ask.”

Your cheeks burn as you look up at him, knowing you’ve been caught. “It’ll be chilly tonight. I thought it would be best.”

Ciran smoothes his fingers along your forehead then through your hair. His touch is gentle but has intent behind it. “I’m not very good at these things. I may talk a big game, but when I am face to face with acting upon it, well-” His eyes go wide and starry, he looks quite youthful. “I did mean it when I said my feelings run deep. I just panic when I want to act.”

You place your hand over his. “I’m not experienced myself. I’ve never-” you frown a bit when you think about what you’re going to confess.

“What is it?” Ciran tilts his head.

“I’ve never been kissed,” you murmur. You try to look at him but find it impossible. It’s far too embarrassing. “Don’t laugh.”

“Why would I?” He cups your cheek. “I can be your first, or Brimer can. It’s up to you if that’s what you want.”

You want to gaze into Ciran’s eyes and silently beg for his lips upon yours. But you can’t bring yourself to lift your chin. His thumb brushes against your lip, and his fingers curl under your chin.

“I want to kiss you,” Ciran breathes against your skin.

“Okay.” You brace yourself.

“You’re so cute.” Ciran’s voice trembles before touching your lips. His are soft and warm, with a hint of moisture. You place your hands on him for balance, tilting your chin up more to reach. You part and catch your breath, smiling at him in a goofy sort of way, and he kisses your cheek and neck affectionately. “How was it?”

“Very good,” you chuckle. “At least, I think it was.”

“It was good.” He dips down to kiss you again, but Brimer returns, slinging canteens down off his shoulder. “Oy, that was a rough walk.” he walks up to the tent, sees you and Ciran so close together, and chuckles. “Did I interrupt something?”

“A little,” Ciran pouts.

“And what did I miss?” Brimer sits down upon his sleeping pack.

You smile again, giggling to yourself. “It’s silly. But Ciran gave me my first kiss.”

Brimer’s brows go up and a smile crosses his lips. “It’s not silly at all. I had my first kiss with him too,” he chortles.

“Shut it,” Ciran scoffs.

You giggle and slip closer to Brimer. “Could I kiss you too?”

Brimer look at Ciran, then you. “Yes, of course. I’d welcome the affection right now.” He scoops you up in his big arms. His embrace is strong, his kiss a little scratchy from his stubble, but it’s just as soft and sweet as the one Ciran gave you.

The storm turns the whole world dark, and it comes so fast and loud that it frightens you. But cuddled between Ciran and Brimer, you’re able to relax again. You kiss them, silently thanking them for staying by your side, but something changes and your kisses become more desperate, more suggestive. Something about being so close to them both opens your mind to a fantasy you’ve tried to close out. Ciran’s lips brush down your neck, and Brimer’s hands squeeze around your waist. Their bodies are so close and warm. You have to stop to catch your breath, realizing you almost lost yourself. “Sorry, I got excited.” Your head is spinning. “I barely even know what I’m doing.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” Ciran wraps his arms around you. “Did you enjoy it?”

You nod shyly. “I… I did.”

“Would you like to keep going, then?” Brimer suggests. “We can stop anytime.”

You nod again, moaning as Ciran’s elegant hands open up your blouse and touch your bare skin while Brimer watches. You reach for Brimer, kissing him as Ciran’s tongue goes down your neck and his teeth nip your shoulder. “Sweet lass,” Brimer growls. “So beautiful.” He kisses you hungrily, then moves his mouth down to your exposed breasts. You cry out as his tongue laps your nipples, then his lips suckle gently.

Ciran breathes against your ear, turning your head to kiss you. “Your sweet voice is making me dizzy,” he says to you. “Those adorable little moans. Is this the first time you’ve felt this way?”

“I’ve touched myself before,” you whimper.

Ciran grins. “What a lovely thought.” He takes your hand and kisses each finger tip. “These lovely fingers touching your folds and nectar. I’m jealous.”

“Ciran,” you gasp.

Brimer kisses your neck, bringing you into his lap so your bare chest presses against his. His body is hairy and strong, much thicker than Ciran’s. It feels good having him so close. He takes off your skirt, and Ciran’s bare skin tickles up your back. His lips, his tongue, both their hands are on you, caressing you and filling you with a raw, overwhelming desire. “Mind if we touch more?” Ciran murmurs into your ear, his fingers stroking down your belly.

“Please.” The word escapes your lips before you have a chance to think. Ciran’s fingers find you first, going between your thighs to touch the erect bud at the top of your folds. Brimer’s fingers go between the cheeks of your rear, slipping snugly between to rub a thick finger between your labia.

“How do you feel, love?” Ciran looks into your eyes. “Do you like us touching you?”

“Do you want more from us?” Brimer breathes.

You grunt and moan, trying to get your words to come out. “Inside…” is all that escapes.

“You’re first.” Ciran kisses you as Brimer’s finger eases inside. It feels so good, especially while Ciran’s fingers rub that sensitive bud.

“She’s squeezing me so tight,” Brimer gulps.

“Do you like him inside?” Ciran hisses into your ear. “Does it feel good? Does it make you want to come?”

“Yes,” you plead.

“We can give you so much more,” Ciran’s tongue licks over your lips. “If you want us, we will give you our all.”

You nod, closing your eyes as Brimer’s finger goes deeper. “I want it. I want you both so badly!”

Ciran helps ease you back, and Brimer moves his finger away. He holds you close, lifting you up to give himself room. His cock is thick and heavy, falling without Brimer’s hand holding it up. Ciran kisses you, continually touching your clit as Brimer’s cock pushes inside. You cling to Ciran, who stands and places his own cock on your lips. Holding his hips, you taste him, licking and sucking the glans. He feels good on your tongue, and you enjoy sucking  him while Brimer moves inside you. “Beautiful,” Ciran whimpers. “Beautiful girl.”

“You feel amazing, lass,” Brimer whines in your ear.

You can feel yourself unraveling and coiling all at once. Each time they slip inside you, you grow dizzy with ecstasy. You taste yourself on Brimer’s cock while Ciran slips inside, and you unravel like a touch-starved succubus. You want them both so badly, you need their kiss and touch. For the first time, you’re shocked at what is unleashed from you.

It’s still raining in the morning, much gentler than during the night, and the drumming of droplets is actually soothing. The warm bodies tangled around you and the chill in the air is so inviting. You curl into Ciran’s chest while Brimer’s body presses to your back.

“Is she back to her senses?” Brimer teases.

You glance over your shoulder at his smiling face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me last night.”

Brimer lovingly kisses your cheek. “I was all too happy to fulfill you. And I’m sure when he comes to, he'll say the same thing.”

You pout. “I swear, I’ve never been like that before.”

Brimer chuckles and kisses you. “It’s okay. It will be our little secret.”

Ciran presses his face between your breasts. “It’s too early. And it’s still raining, so go back to sleep. Enjoy yourself after working so hard last night.”

Your body feels strangely sore and tender all over. “I didn’t startle you, did I?”

“Not at all.” Ciran kisses you. “I rather liked seeing that side of you.” He  smirks. “Like Brimer said, it’s our little secret.”

You smile shyly, snuggling back between them until the sun seeps through the cracks in the cabin. A new day has started, and a new you has emerged.