Orc Boyfriend: Ozren 3 (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

Obresh is flanked by the Cobra Strait to the west and the ocean to the south, and the winter winds that blow through are exceedingly cold. Back home in Sothen, the winds were much gentler. Here, the bitter winds mix with your new home life to create a strange feeling. You’re still getting used to being treated so warmly and lovingly by Ozren, and are still struggling to accept it. The nagging voices you heard all your life are beginning to quiet, but they’re still in your head.

Ozren has been working hard to make sure the home is insulated for winter. He’s been sealing cracks in the wood outside and putting heavy patches of moss around the window frames. He’s even gone out and bought a thick material so you could make new curtains, and brought home some yarn after noticing you had knitting needles amongst your things. You didn’t have much when you ran to Obresh, but when you ran you only took what you could carry. This includes a few articles of clothing, some small trinkets, a book, and the knitting needles. You used to knit when you were alone, to keep your mind and hands busy. You haven’t done it at all since you ran, but you kept the needles in case you ever needed to quiet your mind again.

One evening as you’re enjoying dinner, you can’t help but notice that Ozren seems quieter than usual. He’s usually so eager to tell you about his day, but he’s quiet, almost as if he’s avoiding something. “Is everything okay?” you ask. “Is the food good?”

“Hm? Aye, it is, my rose.” He sighs heavily as he sits up and combs his fingers along his scalp, pushing his long hair away from his face. “I have some bad news, and I don’t rightly want to tell you.”

Your stomach drops suddenly, going cold. “Oh,” you murmur. “Is it my...”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “Nothing to do with you. Everything to do with me. I may have to leave for a while, for some work.”

It’s a bit of a relief. “Oh!” You laugh and start to breathe again. “That’s not so bad.”

“Usually no, but I hate to leave you alone, especially since it’s getting colder. It wouldn’t be for long, just long enough to do some building and come back. An old friend has asked for my help, and I can’t tell him no.”

“You don’t have to explain things to me. Your friend needs help, and I think it’s wonderful you want to help him,” you say with a smile. “I’ll miss you, though. When do you have to go?”

“Once supplies come in, I’ll be taking them out to him,” he answers, sounding quite sorrowful. “I’m just worrying over you, that’s all.”

“I’ll be fine. Lonesome, but fine.”

Ozren stands and walks around the table, sitting down on the bench right next to you. “That’s what worries me to the most.” He takes your hand and kisses it. “I don’t want you to be lonely. I don’t want you to be cold in that big bed.”

You kiss his cheek. “I’ll be fine, really. You’re the one who will be cold, building a house and all. Will you at least have somewhere to sleep?”

“I’m used to such things.”

You put your finger over his lips. “Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean it’s okay with me.”

He captures your hand and kisses the palm. “I’ve got memories of you to keep me warm, my rose. Sweet, blessed thoughts of your voice, your soft skin, and your beautiful eyes.”

Your heart jumps. “Well then,” you say briskly, “I have similar memories to keep me warm.”

Ozren smiles and kisses your forehead. “I hope you do, my rose. I’ve tried to give you as many as I can.” He kisses your cheek.

“You have,” you say shakily. “Your hair falling around my face, your...” You swallow the growing lump in your throat. “Your arm against my lower back. Your... hands on my hips...” The space between the two of you is small, but it feels extremely hot. Every breath you take feels like the air of a volcano’s cauldron. “Your… your…” You close your eyes as the distance between you becomes nothing.

Ozren kisses you, grabbing hold of you as you wrap your arms around him. “My love,” he growls into your ear, “I need you now.”

You nod, staring up bleary-eyed at him. “You can have me.”

He picks you up and lays on your back on the table, sweeping the dinner plates to the side. You desperately want him, and you gasp for breath between kisses, moaning in pleasure as his hand goes up your skirt. He breathes into your ear as his fingers rub against your vulva, pressing gently until he feels something wet against the tips of his fingers. He growls hungrily, pushing up your skirt and tugging down your underclothes as he opens his pants, pulling out his thick cock. Then he bends over you, moving himself between your thighs. You wrap your arms around him, kissing him feverishly as you feel his hard shaft press against you. He grabs your hips in his hands and you notice them trembling.

“You’re shaking,” you whisper to him.

Ozren looks at you and smirks. “I shake every time, my rose. I’m so excited to make love to you.”

You smile sweetly for him. “You’re so wonderful.”

“Aye. So are you, my love.” He grunts as he rubs against you, pressing his cock between your dewy folds. He feels so warm, so heavy. “Are you alright?”

You nod. “I’m fine. You… you feel really good right now.”

He chuckles breathlessly. “Do I? I haven’t even done anything worth noting.” He kisses you, stroking up your arms and pinning them above your head, and you grasp the edge of the table, moaning against his lips. “May I keep going?” he asks

“Yes,” you pant. “Please.”

Ozren kisses you, reaching down to guide the tip of his cock into you. For some reason, that first moment of penetration feels the best. He slips inside, filling you full, and you cling to him like he’s a missing part. He cries out in your ear and his fingers dig into your thighs. “Sweet gods,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “I’ll never get used to you.”

“Ozren,” you pant.

“My rose,” he looks into your eyes. “You make me so weak.” He dips his hips, moving up then in, going as deep as he possibly can. “I love you,” he moans. “I love you so much.”

You dig your fingers into his shoulders, gasping as he begins to thrust. He pushes you against the table, rattling it as he goes. It’s like you are two pieces of the same whole. He feels right inside you, even perfect, and you feel a deep need to be closer to him. You wish you’d stripped off all your clothes so you could press your skin to his. Ozren’s moans become desperate cries in your ear. It sounds like music to you, his voice arousing you just as much as his hands, his lips, his cock.

“Don’t stop!” you whine as you throw your head back.

“Never!” he growls. “Never ever.” He kisses your neck as it arches, drooling a bit. He pushes deeper, harder, shaking the table so one of the dinner plates falls off the edge. Your fingers on his back sink in and you hear a rip as you pull the seams of his shirt. Your knees rise up reflexively and you let out a sharp cry.

“Yes! Come!” Ozrens hisses through his teeth. “My rose, my love!”

You wail and buck your hips, twisting against the table, his arms. You thrust hard against him, and he holds you down as his hands and thighs shake violently. His voice comes out almost pained and angry, but his release is strong enough that you feel him throbbing deep within.

You’re almost crying as your orgasm fades. Ozren breathes hard, shaking as he pulls himself from you. He sits down on the bench, then leans forward, resting his head on your belly. You feel dreamlike, watching yourself from above. You wonder why that woman looks so happy, and then you see through your eyes again.

“Ozren?” you murmur, weakly stretching out your hand.

“I’m here,” he chuckles. “But barely.”

“I know,” you breathe. You cover your face with your hands. “What was that? It’s never been… I don’t think we...” Your mind barely works, and your body has all but given up, but you’re smugly satisfied.

Ozren picks himself up and leans back over the table. “Come now.” He scoops you off the table and carries you to bed. You glance shyly at him as he lies beside you, then quickly look away when he catches you. He kisses your neck, and you moan as an immediate response.

“You’re that pleased?” he chuckles.

“I don’t know what happened, but something felt different. Something felt...” You trail off as his kisses continue. “I’m still not over it.”

Ozren kisses your ear as he moves your hair back. “I’m glad.”

“I want more, even though my body feels like it can’t handle much else,” you whisper. “Is that shameful?”

“No,” he laughs. “It means I’ve done my job!” He pulls down your skirt and undoes the laces of your tunic. “If you want more, I’ll give more.”

You press your thighs together. Inside you feel painfully overstimulated, but desperate. “You must be tired, though.”

“For you, I’d find the energy.” He kisses your bare chest and down your arm until he reaches your fingers.

You look down his body, then back up into his eyes. “You’re so wonderful,” you murmur dreamily. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do. My love, I am yours. You’ll have to get used to that.”

“I know,” you laugh. “I’ve just never loved someone like this before.”

His eyes widen. “I dare you to say that again.”

You look away and smile shyly. “You heard me.”

“I heard you as loud as thunder, my love. But I need you to say it again, a hundred times.”

You gather your courage and take a breath. “I love you, Ozren.”

He kisses you, laughing and crying as he sits up. “I knew you’d say it one day! I just had to wait!” His tears fall onto your cheeks. “I love you so much!”

You clasp his face between your palms. “I love you.” It feels like a relief to say it. You sputter when you feel something poking against your belly. “Ozren, your...”

“Aye. Sorry love, I got excited all over again.” He laughs. “Can’t blame the bastard for wanting to celebrate the occasion, too.”

You kiss him lovingly. “I’m just surprised.”

Ozren looks into your eyes, smoothing his fingertips along your cheek. “I want to remember this, every moment of it. So when I’m not by your side, I will feel as though I am.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair. “When I first heard about the Reapings, I thought that it made no sense for people to be so excited. Now, I sort of understand. Had I known this would be waiting for me, I would have been excited too.”

“I tried to tell you. All this time, I tried to show you.” He smiles happily as he lies down beside you. “I’m so happy you see it.”

You lie on your side, gazing dreamily at him. “I still can’t believe it.”

He laughs. “I know.” He strokes his palm down your side, resting it upon your hip. “It’s like a dream.”

“Don’t say that, that’s scary,” you chuckle. “What if it is? What if I wake up?”

Ozren pinches your ass, and you wrench away from him. He laughs. “Proving to you that you are wide awake, my love.”

“Oh.” You duck your head back down.

He laughs again, holding you close. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m real, and I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You meet his kiss, stroking your hand down his chest until you feel something rubbing against you again. You reach down, stroking his cock on your thigh. “That’s still here.”

He pulls away. “Sorry about that. Bastard will go away eventually.”

“No, it’s okay.” You continue to stroke him in your hand. “He can stay.”

Ozren moans softly, coming in closer and pinning you to the bed. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “Until you have to go… we should make up for that lost time.”

Ozren moans again, thrusting into your hands. “Are you sure? Do you really want me again?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please.”

Ozren sucks in a deep breath and holds it in his chest. “I’ll be gentle this time then,” he growls. “I’ll take my time.”

You wake to painful light breaking through a crack in the curtains. You scowl and try to swat it away, but Ozren captures your hand, kissing it as he wakes. “Good morning, rose,” his voice rumbles. “Did you sleep at all?”

You roll over, ducking your head against his chest to hide from the daylight. “I don’t know. I just know I’m conscious now. I have no idea what happened between that and...” Your face grows warm.

Ozren chuckles. “Things are a bit blurry for me too. It’s been quite some time since I last used a night so wisely.”

You steal a glance at his smile. “I’ve never… I mean… I’ve not ever wanted to...” You giggle. “I really enjoyed last night.”

Ozren lifts your head and kisses you. “I won’t soon be forgetting that night. Not until the scratches on my back heal up.”

“I’m so sorry,” you plead. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I did. And I’m happy to bear those marks for as long as possible.” He kisses you again. “It felt good to see you in such a state of amorousness.”

“I still feel dizzy,” you giggle.

“Best you stay in bed, then. I’ll go make breakfast this morning. You lie here and rest.” He gets up and begins the search for his trousers.

“Ozren?” you ask. He looks back at you with a raised brow. “I love you.”

He leans back and clutches his heart. “Aye, there’s my arrow.” He comes back to the bedside and kisses you. “I love you too, my rose.”

For a while, everything is fantastic. You and Ozren are closer than ever, and more than that, you’ve barely heard those dark thoughts in the back of your mind. Granted, sometimes they spring up, but they’re not as nagging as they were before. But then the supplies arrive, and Ozren must go to help his friend build his house. “Stay safe, please. Don’t nail your hand to anything or crush your fingers with the hammer.” You kiss him, already feeling as if you’re missing him.

“I promise, I won’t. And if I do, you can punish me when I return home, my rose.” He kisses you just as greedily. “Aye, there are going to be some cold nights ahead of me. Best steel myself for the inevitable.”

“Hopefully time will move swiftly,” you reply.

He huffs. “Hopefully. I’ll work swiftly so I can return home to you.”

“I waited so long to find you, and I’ll be able to wait however long it takes for you to get back home, my love.”

Ozren clutches his chest suddenly. “Another arrow.” He grins and kisses you once, twice, three times. “Until I am struck by you again, my love.”

“Be safe,” you whisper.

Ozren leaves and you go inside, unsure of what to do. You clean at first, then prepare something for dinner. Then you sit down and feel slightly unnerved you’re so helpless. You took care of yourself before Ozren. But these past couple of weeks your main activities in the home have involved, well, him. Then you notice your knitting needles and the yarn Ozren bought for you, so you start a project.

Once you run out of yarn, you go into town to buy more. You buy armfuls, and as you’re bagging it all before you go, an orc woman approaches you. “That’s a lot you’ve got there,” she remarks. “What are you making?”

“Something for my husband when he comes home.” You’ve never called Ozren that before. Is he even your husband? Was the Reaping a wedding? You hadn’t thought of that until just now.

“You knit?” she asks, suddenly sounding shy.

You nod. “Yes. Do you?”

She frowns and looks away. “No. I’ve tried but I just don’t know what I’m doing. My husband, he’s such a little guy. So sweet and handsome, but he gets so cold since we moved here! I’d love to be able to make him something before the winter gets too awful.”

“It’s not so hard. If you’d like, I can teach you,” you offer. This would be nice to make some friends around Obresh. All you had were a couple of people from the tavern you used to work at.

“That would be wonderful!”

The two of you continue to talk, and you tell her she can come to your home tomorrow afternoon for a lesson. The next day she arrives, and you teach her the basics. She’s able to start a chain, but she’s still fumbling a bit. The day after that, she brings someone else who wants to learn. Then it’s the three of you for a while. More people start to join, and even children come to learn, so you start making food for when people arrive. They also start bringing food. Each afternoon is a feast while you teach knitting to the entire room. Before you know it, there are hats, mittens, and scarves all over Obresh. And you’ve learned a lot of new recipes thanks to the potluck meals during classes.

One evening, you’re cleaning up. There’s yarn and fibers and small scraps of food all over the floor. You start thinking you need a dog to help clean up the mess after meals. As you’re tossing the trash out you see someone walking up the road to the house. You take a sharp breath and quickly rush to the door, thrusting it open and running out into the cold.

“Get back in the house! It’s frigid!” Ozren shouts.

You could almost cry with joy. “You’re home!” You run barefoot through the snow and into his arms.

“I am, my rose. But you’re barefoot!” Ozren picks you up and carries you inside, setting you down as he removes his heavy winter coat and scarf. “Now you come to me!” He grabs you, pulling you close and kissing you passionately. “Look at you, bright as sunshine!”

“Your beard!” You grab the wooly thing that has grown around his face.

“I’ll shave it if you hate it. But there was no reason for me to be shaving out there.” He moves over to the woodstove to get warm and pulls you into his lap. “I’m just glad to be home.”

“How did it go?” you ask. “No splinters? No crushed fingers?”

“Lots of splinters,” he chortles. “Luckily, no smashed fingers. Just cold, lonely nights” He kisses your cheek and his face is so cold.

“I’m just happy you’re here and in one piece.” You smile at him. “I missed you so very much.”

“I hope you weren’t too lonesome,” he sighs.

“Actually, I made some friends,” you say. “I started teaching knitting, so I’ve had people over almost every day.”

Ozren grins. “That’s wonderful! Got a big class, do you?”

You nod. “It’s been a lot of fun. I should thank you for buying me that yarn. Oh! Which reminds me.” You go back into the bedroom, then come back out with a sweater in your arms. “I made you this. I only hope it fits.”

“Well, now!” Ozren takes off his clothes and looks at the sweater before putting it on. He slips it on over his head then tugs it down. “Bit snug around my belly,” he laughs, slapping his stomach. “But I think this might be the sweetest gift anyone has given me.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” He pulls you close to kiss you again. “But not as much as I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper dreamily. “I’ve missed being able to say that.”

Ozren clutches his chest. “I missed hearing it.”

“By the way,” you murmur, “there’s something I wanted to ask you. It occurred to me after you left, but I’m not sure exactly what the Reaping is. Did it mean we got married?”

Ozren runs his hand over his beard. “Not exactly. It’s more like a confirmation of engagement.”

“Oh,” you pout.

“Why do you ask, love?”

“I’ve been calling you my husband all this time,” you say. “But I didn’t know if that was the case or not.”

Ozren bites his lip to contain his smile. “Do you want me to be your husband?”

You nod. “I would.”

“Then ask me.”

“Oh! I didn’t… I don’t have...”

“You gave me a sweater,” he purrs. “Made lovingly by your own wee hands. You’ve given me many treasures and treats. Now, ask me.”

You swallow hard and nod shakily as you take his shands. “Ozren? Would you marry me and be my husband?”

Ozren has tears in his eyes. “I have never wanted to be anything more in my whole life. Aye, my rose, I’ll be the best damn husband you ever had!”

You break into tears of your own, clutching him and kissing him passionately. “I’ll be the best damn wife!”

Ozren laughs, scooping you up. “Then let me start tonight.”

“Now?” you gasp. “Aren’t you hungry?”

He carries you to the bedroom. “Very hungry, but not for food, my love. I’ve been gone from you too long, and now that we are to be wed, I want to celebrate as much as possible.”

Your cheeks burn and your heart pounds excitedly. “I would like that very much!”

“I love you, my rose,” he says. “You’ve made this old fool so happy.”

You pull him down to kiss him. “You don’t know what you have done for me. I cannot wait to marry you.”

“Happily ever after?” He chuckles as he lays you down in bed. “It’s only the beginning, my rose. It’s barely even started.”