Orc Boyfriend: Ozren 3 (rough draft)

Due to Obresh being flanked on the left by the Cobra Strait and the ocean to the south, the winter winds that blew through were exceedingly cold. Back home in Sothen, the winds were much gentler despite the harshness in which you lived. Here in Obresh, the bitter winds mixed with your new homelife was a strange feeling. You were still getting used to being treated so warmly and lovingly by Ozren, most of all you were still struggling to accept it. The nagging voices you had heard all your life were beginning to quiet, but they were still there.

Ozren had been working hard to make sure the home was isolated and treated for winter. He’d been sealing cracks in the wood outside, putting heavy patches of moss around the window frames. He had even gone out and bought a thick material so you could make curtains. He also brought home some yarn, after noticing you had knitting needles amongst your things.

You didn’t have much when you ran to Obresh, you didn’t have much to begin with, but when you ran you only took what you could carry. This included a few articles of clothing, some small trinkets, a book, and the knitting needles. You used to knit when you were alone, it kept your mind busy, kept your hands busy. You hadn’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 talk to you, to tell you about his day. But today, he’s quiet, almost as if he’s avoiding something.

“Is everything okay?” You ask. “Is the food good?”

“Hm?” He looks up from his plate. “Aye, it is, my rose.” He sighs heavily as he sits up. He 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 to tell you.”

Your gut drops suddenly, going cold then turning to stone once his hits the floor. “Oh,” you murmur. “Is it my-”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “Nothing to do with you, rose. Everything to do with me.” He places his palm over his chest. “I may have to leave for a while, for some work.”

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

“Usually no, but I do hate to leave you alone, especially since it is getting colder. It wouldn’t be for long. Just long enough to build a place and come back. An old friend has asked for my help, and I cannot tell him no.”

“You don’t have to explain things to me. Your friend needs help, I think it’s wonderful you want to help him,” you say with a smile. “I will 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, tis all.”

“I will be fine. Lonesome, but fine.”

Ozren stands and walks around the table, sitting down on the bench right next to you. “That is 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 in that big bed cold.”

You kiss his cheek. “I will 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 lip. “Just because you’re used to it does not mean it’s okay with me.”

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

Your heart jumps and patters. “Well then,” you try to breathe, “I have similar memories as well 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 uhm-” You swallow the growing lump in your throat back. “Your arm against my lower back. You-your hands on my hips uhm-” The space between the two of you is small, but it feels extremely hot. Every breath you take feels like you’re standing in the center of a volcano. “Your...your…” Your mind is trailing and 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 upon him. “You can have me.”

He picks you up and lays your back upon the table, sweeping the dinner plates to the other side. He kisses you, pressing his weight upon you. You desire him, you desperately want him. 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. He opens his pants, pulling out his thick cock. He lays upon you again, moving himself between your thighs. You wrap your arms back 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 below, so heavy. “Are you alright?”

You nod. “I’m fine.” You take a breath as he rubs against you. “You...you feel really good right now.”

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

“Yes,” you pant. “Please.”

Ozren kisses you, reaching below to grab himself and place the tip of his cock against 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.

His voice cries out in your ear and his fingers on your thigh dig in. “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 big your fingers into his shoulders, gasping for breath as his hips begin their rhythm. He pushes you against the table, rattling it as he goes. It’s not that you are separate beings at this moment, but rather, you are two of the same piece. He feels right inside you, even perfect. There is almost a deep need for you 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 deep, desperate cries in your ear. He sounds like choirs 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 stretches, slobbering a bit. He pushes deeper, harder, shaking the table so one of the dinner plates falls off the edge. Your finger on his back sink in and you hear a rip as you pull at the seam. Your knees rise up reflexively and you bellow out a sharp cry.

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

You let out rhythmic deep breaths, your eyes open wide and you buck, twisting against the table, his arms. You thrust hard against him and he holds you there, he holds you down upon as his hands and thigh shake violently. His voice comes out almost pained and angry, but his release his strong enough 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 over forward, resting his head upon your belly. You feel taken from this world and are 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 to find his head. “Where are you?”

“Here,” he chuckles. “But barely.”

“I know,” you breathe. You then cover your face with your hands. “What was that? It’s never been...I don’t think at least that we-” You feel absolutely enthralled, your mind barely works, 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 up off the table and carries you to bed. You glance shyly at him as he lays beside you then quickly look away when he catches you. He kisses your neck and you moan as an immediate response.

“That pleased?” He chuckles.

“I don’t know what happened,” you breathe. “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 takes down your skirt then undoes the laces of your tunic. “If you want more, I’ll give more.”

You pinch your thighs together and inside you feel painfully overstimulated, but desperate at the same time. “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,” he kisses you lovingly. “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 and he stops breath. “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, I need you to say it a hundred times.”

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

He kisses you impassioned, laughing and crying as he pulls up. “I knew you’d say it one day! I just had to wait!” He kisses you more as 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 then sputter when you feel something poking against your belly. “Ozren, your-”

“Aye, sorry love, I got excited all over again.” He laughs. “Cannot blame the bastard for wanting to celebrate the occasion too.”

You kiss him lovingly. “Just surprised is all.”

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

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

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

You lay 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. “Hey!” You snap.

Ozren grins and laughs. “Proving to you that you are wide awake, my love.”

“Oh,” you duck your head back down.

He laughs more, holding you close. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m real, and I’m here.” He lifts your chin back up. “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. “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. “You sure?”

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

Ozren moans again, trusting himself into your hands. “Are you sure?” He breathes. “Do you really want me again?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please.”

Ozren sucks in a deep breath which he holds 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 morning. “I don’t know,” you mumble. “I just know I’m conscious now. I have no idea what happened between that and-” your face grows warm and you become shy again.

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

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

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

“I did,” he grins. “And I’m happy to bear these for as long as possible.” He kisses you again. “It felt good to see you in such a state of amourousness.”

“I still feel dizzy,” you giggle.

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

“Ozren,” you chirp as he finds them. 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’ve not been as nagging as they were before. But unfortunately, 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 will work swiftly so I can return home to you.”

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

He clutches his chest suddenly. “Another arrow.” He then 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, you prepare something for dinner. Then you sit down and feel slightly unnerved you’re so helpless. You took care of yourself before Ozren. Just what did you do? These past couple of weeks your main activities in the home have involved, well, him. You then see 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 armfulls 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 have tried but I just do not know what I am doing. My husband, he’s such a little guy. So sweet and handsome, but he gets so cold nowadays 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 help 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 next day she arrives with someone else who wants to learn. Then it’s the three of you for a while. More people start to join, children come to learn, so you start making food for when people arrive. They also start bringing food. In a few days time after that, each afternoon is a feast while you teach knitting to the entire room. Before you know it, almost everyone in Obresh is wearing something knitted. There are hats, mittens, and scarves all over. Not to mention you’ve learned a lot of new recipes thanks to the potluck meals during classes.

One evening, you’re cleaning up after class. There’s yarn and fibers everywhere, as well as small scraps of food on 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 lose your breath for a moment and you quickly rush to the door. You thrust it open and run out into the cold.

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

Breaking into a huge grin, you could almost cry with joy. “You’re home!” You run barefoot through the snow and into his arms.

Ozren picks you up, holding you to his chest. “I am, my rose. But you’re bare foot!” He 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. “But I am 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.” He kisses your cheek and his face is so cold. “Just lonely cold nights.”

“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 everyday.”

Ozren grins. “That’s wonderful!” He hugs you tight. “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 big sweater in your arms. “I made you this. I only hope it fits.”

“Well now!” Ozren takes off his clothes then 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 for 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 is 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 claiming, or 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.”

He breaks into a huge massive grin. “Then ask me.”

“Oh!” You gasp loudly. “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 hi shands. “Ozren?” Your voice squeaks. “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.” He squeezes your hands tight. “Aye, my rose, I’ll be the best damn husband you ever had!”

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

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.”