Orc Boyfriend: Lochan Part Two (complete)

Summer is often far too hot for you, and it can make you sick or worse. Once the heat begins to bear down upon you like teeth, you’re sent further north to where your cousins have an estate. It’s cooler up there, thanks to the mountains and a massive orchard that casts shade over the entire grounds. In years prior, you had gone alone, but this time you insist that Lochan travel along with you. You feign concern over what’s happening in the rest of the world, and claim you desire someone you can trust to guard you on the trip. You knew it won’t take much, but you decide to play it up to make sure.

In the carriage you snuggle up to Lochan. Even in the heat, you still want to be close to him. His helmet is off, as well as his gloves, just so he can touch and see you better. His hair hangs down his chest in a braid. It’s gotten longer since you first braided it, and you’ve been reluctant to let him cut it because you love it so much. 

“I can’t wait to get further north. The winds there know exactly when to blow, and the sun is much more forgiving.” You sit up, fanning yourself and dabbing your face with a handkerchief.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been up this way - not since I was a young man.” Lochan leans back in the seat. “I trained in the Polar, where I was considered a blessing.”

You wipe at the back of your neck. “Because everything is white there?” You smile up at him. 

Lochan nods. “I could camouflage myself in the Polar. Back home, in the southern regions, I was considered a curse. Amazing how different parts of the world see the same thing and can think completely opposite things.”

“Then I much prefer the Polar.” You move close to him again, stroking your hand down his chest. “They must see what I see.”

Lochan smirks and dips his head down. Meeting his kiss, you take hold of his braid and wrap it around your hand. You tug him closer, kissing him harder. His hand pushes up your skirt, finding bare skin to touch. Lochan pulls away from you briefly, catching his breath as he tries to reclaim some of his senses. “We should wait, princess.”

You kiss his cheek and neck. “You sure?”

He nods. “This carriage is too cramped for me to do what you usually enjoy.”

You giggle and pull back. “It’s also too hot. I just find I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

“I’m aware,” he teases.

Your cousin’s estate is surrounded by an endless expanse of dense trees filled with fruits. You can see laborers in the shadows, already busy with the harvest. Your cousins come and greet you excitedly, and you bask in their affection. If you weren’t heir, you’d live here year-round.

“My, my, what a big suitcase you’ve brought this time!” your cousin, Marie, remarks at Lochan.

“He’s my guard. We thought it would be best I travel with him as a companion this year.” you reply. 

Marie chuckles. “I understand. We have more than enough here to take care of you both.” She glances at Lochan again. “Do you want him to have his own chambers, or will he be set up in yours?”

You clear your throat out of nervousness. “Well, I think it would be safer to...”

Marie clutches your arm and pulls you close. “No need to play pretend here, dear cousin. I myself have a guard in my room every night when I feel I need one.”

You glance her over. “What does Mikhail say?” You assumed Marie and Mikhail had a wonderful marriage. It stuns you to learn Marie ‘has a guard’ for herself.

“The guard is often for Mikhail,” she says with a smirk. 

Your eyes widen slightly. “Oh!”

Marie smiles up at Lochan. “No need to act around us. The two of you are free to play here.”

Lochan grumbles under his helmet, but he doesn’t really say much. After you’re taken to your room, Marie sends someone to fetch you some cold water so you can rinse off.

“Were you aware of your family’s proclivities?” Lochan asks as he removes his helmet.

“I guess they considered me too young to be informed about their antics. It is a surprise, but it is a pleasant one.” You step closer and smile sweetly up at him. “Now that we’re here, it will feel good not having to hide.”

Lochan’s smile is soft. “I will get to sleep beside you all through the night.”

Your cheeks burn. Of course he had to go and turn it romantic. You nod, chomping down on your bottom lip. “I’ll get to brush your hair as much as I want.”

Lochan lowers himself to one knee before you. “We can’t forget things will have to go back to normal. We have to hold on to that.”

“I know.” You press a kiss onto his lips just as there is a knock at the door.

The cold water is delivered and poured into the tub. Once the staff leaves, Lochan strips naked and helps you remove your clothing. He bathes you, spilling the cold water down your skin. You sigh with relief, leaning against his back. “I feel so much better already.” You smile tranquilly. 

Lochan’s fingertips trail down the side of your neck. “What would you like to do next, my princess?”

Your breathing quickens as your excitement builds. “Touch me,” you whisper.

His hands smooth down your sides and wrap around. He gently squeezes your waist before moving up to cup your breasts in his large palms. His lips come down on your neck, causing you to whimper needily. His fingers rub against your nipples, grazing them until they become rigid when he then pinches them. You throw your head back against his shoulder, biting your lip while the heat grows inside you.

“What next?” he growls against your ear.

Behind you, you can feel his cock throbbing, growing harder by the minute. “Get out of the tub,” you pant. “And go sit in that chair.”

He looks confused, but does as you ask. You gaze at him while he sits - pearly pink skin, blue veins close to the surface, dense white curls from his chest to the base of his cock. He’s too beautiful for words. You kneel between his legs, taking his cock into your hand. “Sit still,” you murmur. “And let me hear your voice.” You kiss the glans, slowly, softly, taking your time. You swirl your tongue around it, then kiss along the side.

Lochan pants, his face turning pinker by the second. His long hair, free from the braid, is like loose strands of gossamer all around his face and shoulders. How can he be that beautiful? Those bright pink eyes gaze down at you with need inside them. You kiss his scrotum, taking it into your mouth. You turn your eyes to the tight pucker between his cheeks. Licking your finger, you gently prod him there. 

Lochan jerks and moans out loud. “Princess, what are you doing?”

You kiss the base of his cock. “Do you not like it? I can stop.”

Lochan clears his throat. “No, it’s just… just a surprise.” He takes three very slow, deep breaths. “Whatever made you think of something like that?”

You prod him there a little more. His cock throbs and stiffens, as do his muscular haunches. You smirk with pride, kissing up his shaft again. “You play with mine sometimes. Granted, my fingers are nowhere near as thick as yours.” You reach down, touching your dripping mound so your fingers become slick, then return to his tight bud, using your own natural nectar to easily slip a finger inside.

“Fuck!” Lochan tosses his head back and moans out loud. 

You take his cock into your mouth as deeply as you can, letting his own eager thrusts do the work. You add a second finger, plunging it inside Lochan. Before you can prepare for it, he gushes down your throat. You cough, pulling away as his semen splatters on your face and chest.

“I’m sorry, princess… I didn’t… It was too...” He pants heavily, a slight glint of sweat on his brow. 

You smile with pride, still coughing slightly. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Lochan smiles shyly. “I’ll take care of you, promise.” He pulls you into his lap and rubs your overflowing lips gently. His fingers slip in easily, and you tighten around them. He has such skilled fingers that he makes you come twice before showing any mercy. 

That evening, as you have dinner with Marie and Mikhail, you’re flushed and satisfied from your adventures with Lochan that afternoon. Marie presents a gift to you - a small chest wrapped with a silk ribbon. “I have a gift for you, dear cousin. Now that you have that strapping guard of yours, I thought you might enjoy this during your stay. Mikhail and I have one as well.”

You arch your brow at her. “Marie, is this something perverse.”

Marie giggles while Mikhail raises his glass. 

“Keeping a guard sometimes means more than your own needs. A guard needs to know they are appreciated too.” Mikhail gives you a wink.

You remove the ribbon and place it in your pocket, thinking how pretty it would look in Lochan’s hair. As you open the chest you see a bottle of massage oil, a leather paddle, a string of thick glass beads. Then, the centerpiece - a thick, long tube of rose quartz carved to resemble a phallus. “My, my, my,” you murmur. “This certainly is an event in a box.”

“There’s a harness as well. Mikhail and I make use of it often,” Marie says with an excited smile.

You furrow your brow. “Lochan already has a cock.”

“But you don’t,” Mikhail laughs.

“Why would I need… oh!” You think about earlier that day, and how hard Lochan had come from just your fingers, and bite your lip to keep from grinning. “Thank you for the gift.” You close the lid of the chest. “I will see what use comes of it.”

You set the chest in your room, pushing it under the bed. Lochan returns later, having had a meal in the kitchen and toured other parts of the mansion. You strip naked and kick your dress away. “My cousins are much more devious than I assumed.”

Lochan removes his helmet. “What did they do tonight?”

“Filled my head with ideas, and my stomach full of brie and wine.” You smile up at him. “I feel too full to do anything but sleep tonight.” You fall down dramatically on the bed and pose.

Lochan chuckles as he removes his clothing. “After this afternoon, I would be surprised I had anything left inside me.” He crawls into bed, pressing his bare skin against yours. “I’ve never come so much before.”

You relax against him, stroking your hand up and down his arms as they wrap around you. “You enjoyed it so much, I was quite surprised. And not just because I nearly choked.”

Lochan’s lips press against your shoulder, and the brush of his tusks against your skin makes you moan in pleasure. “I’m just sorry it wasn’t inside you,” he murmurs. 

“You’ve been thinking about that all day, haven’t you?” you tease. You roll onto your back so you can look up at him. “A load like that for sure would have me with child.”

“I would have licked it out before it took root,” he chuckles.

You smile softly up at him. “What if I came inside you?”

His brow furrows. “What a treat it would be. But how on earth would you accomplish such a feat?”

You kiss his neck and chest. “You liked my fingers, but would you like my cock?”

Lochan shivers. “Don’t tease me so much.”

You bite his shoulder. “Come on, tell me.”

“You know I’ve had male lovers, when I was in training,” he whispers. “But I would prefer your cock over all of theirs.”

You sit up and kiss him. “I have something to show you, then.”

You take the chest out from under the bed, open it and present it to him. As he gazes over the contents, you take out the oil. “Let me give you a massage, my love.”

Lochan’s dreamy eyes gaze back at you. “That sounds nice.” He kisses you, wrapping his arms tight about you. “Don’t worry about being gentle.”

“Lie down.” You watch as he lies on his stomach. You straddle his hips, pour the oil down his back and massage it in, kneading down his spine and then back up. He has so many scars, some fresh and some faded pale pink from the years. Your lower your hands, digging into his lower back, his hips, his firm ass. Lochan grunts and he buries his face further into the pillow.

You squeeze his buttocks, then press your fingers against his tight anus, easing one finger inside. His moans grow more pronounced, even through the dense pillow. You grind yourself against his thigh, growing excited, then step off the bed and put on the harness. There is a metal loop where the dildo fits through, and its wide base secures it in place. Lochan looks up to see, and his eyes go wide. “Wow,” he whispers.

You rub oil into the dildo. “What would you like next?”

Lochan moves himself so he’s positioned off the bed. He lies on his stomach, then looks into the mirror across the room. “Like this.”

You see yourself in the mirror, standing over this powerful Orc. More of your nectar dribbles down your thigh. You take his arms and bind his wrists with the silk ribbon. “You just tell me if it becomes too much, okay? I’ll stop whenever you want.”

He thrusts his hips out further. “Thank you.”

You slip the dildo between his cheeks, rubbing it against his scrotum and then aiming towards his anus. You prod there, wondering if such a thing will fit. You start to press in, going slowly, watching him open to take it.

Lochan cries out, watching you in the mirror. You sink your fingers into his rear, watching as the dildo disappears inside him. You breathe, holding still. Then you lock eyes with him in the mirror and you begin to move. It takes you a moment to understand how to thrust. You’ve never done this before, but you so want to pleasure Lochan. You grind inside him before pulling out, shoving back in deep. His cries fill the room, and you continue to grow wetter and wetter.

“Stop!” Lochan suddenly cries out.

You pull away, breathless with sweat dripping down your back. “What’s wrong?” You untie the silk ribbon from around his wrists. 

Lochan takes a moment to breathe. He eventually rolls over, his cock achingly hard. “Your turn.”

Your heart skips a beat. Lochan takes the harness from your hips and picks you up, setting you in his lap. He kisses your neck and shoulder, gently dragging his tusks down your skin. “You’re so wet,” he moans as he sinks his fingers inside you. 

“I had fun,” you moan. “Didn’t you?”

He growls deeply. “I did. But I wanted to finish with you.” He kisses you as he moves you into place. His cock slips in easily, striking your cervix. You moan against his mouth and pull on his braid. “I want us to come together,” he murmurs. “To feel each other vibrate.” He grabs your hips and moves you up and down. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead against his shoulder. “Lochan,” you whimper.

“Yes, I know,” he growls. “Just a little more.” He moves you harder, faster. Your body shakes as he thrusts you down upon him. His breathing becomes gasps and grunts, but so does yours. You pull his braid and tense, then relax and melt, twitching slightly as the heat radiates through your body. Lochan sighs, stroking your back as his seed drips out of you.

He lays you down on the bed and lifts your hips, licking your clean and making you whimper with aftershocks. You melt onto the bed, panting. “Drink this.” Lochan offers you water, which you gulp down. He finishes off the glass and sets it aside. 

“How do you feel?” you ask.

“Amazing.” He snuggles up beside you. “I’m sure I’ll be a little sore in the morning, but it is nothing I am unfamiliar with.”

You press against his chest. “Was I okay?”

“You did great. I loved every moment.” He kisses your temple and cheek. “I’ll have to thank you family personally for the lovely gift.”

You run your fingers through his hair, then cup his cheek. “I love you. All I want to do is make you happy.”

His eyes become dreamy and soft. He smiles, nuzzling into your palm. “You do make me happy. Happier than I have even been. I love you too, and I would do anything for you.”

As summer progresses, you receive more alarming news about battles in the south. Your father says that he wants you to stay with your cousins, as their estate will be safer for you than back home at the palace.

The leaves on the trees begin to change. Usually this would signify your return home, but not this time. It’s been a while since you heard from your father, and you grow more and more worried each day. 

“No matter what happens, you belong here,” Marie tells you. “We’ll keep you safe.”

That isn’t what you’re worried about. No word from your father makes you fear the worst. You grow so worried you begin to grow ill. You get nauseous for long periods of time, especially when you first wake.

Finally, one day, you receive  a letter. Your kingdom has been usurped, and your father has fled to Czarina Milain the Polar. He has asked you to come as well, as long as you feel safe. Locha decides to travel there to meet with your father, as well as his men who still survive. He promises to come for you should you need him.

You continue to have vicious bouts of nausea, but they aren’t as terrible as they were a month ago. Your nerves feel better, but there is still something gnawing away at you that you can’t shake.

“I would suggest you go now before your condition worsens,” Marie suggests.

You arch a brow at her. “My nerves are fine after the letter. I think everything will be alright.”

“No, I mean...” Marie screws her lips into a tight line. “I think you should consider your symptoms a little more closely.”

You frown, but then it strikes you like a slap to the face. You shake your head. “You don’t think that I am...with Lochan?”

Marie nods. “I’ll call for the doctor. If it turns out you are indeed ‘with Lochan’, we’ll prepare to get you to the Polar as soon as possible.”

The doctor confirms Marie’s suspicions. You are pregnant with Lochan’s child.

Marie and Mikhail immediately send you to the Polar. There you will be better guarded, and it is best for you to travel now before the pregnancy progresses. Once you arrive, you’re greeted by Czarina Mila and her brother Nicolai. “Welcome. You may not have your titles anymore, but here you will be one of my own.” Mila kisses both of your cheeks. “You will be safe, I promise.”

“Thank you. I appreciate what you’ve done for us.”

“Any enemy to Sanguis is an enemy of mine,” she says with a smirk. “Besides, I should be thanking you. Lord Lochan has been a blessing to us since he arrived.”

You touch your belly out of reflex. “Is he okay? Where is he?”

Mila eyes you suspiciously. “He’s fine. In fact, better than fine. Considering he and my mother have the same blessing, I felt it only natural to make him one of my generals.”

You’re stunned by this news, but happy as well. “He’s a general?”

Mila smiles. “Perhaps my best.”

She takes you inside, and after meeting with your father, you’re taken to a room to rest. You remove your coat and you can see how pronounced your belly has become. The door opens, and you turn to see Lochan come in. He’s dressed in Polar military regalia, and you have never seen him more beautiful.

“I’m so happy to see you!” He rushes upon you and lifts you up. “I’ve been so worried!”

“Look at you!” you gasp. “A general!”

He grins and kisses you all over. “That doesn’t matter. I would have left it all had you sent for me.” As he sets you down he notices your swelling. His brow furrows. “My princess...”

You shake your head. “Not a princess anymore.” You take his hand and place it over your belly. “But I will be a mother shortly.”

Lochan bows before you, resting his head on your stomach. “A wife as well,” he whispers. “My love, I would have appreciated a warning!” He weeps with joy.

You kiss the top of his head and gently stroke his braid. “I wasn’t sure what to say.”

Mila marries you quickly, giving a short wedding in the royal cathedral. You don’t need anything special - it is a miracle in itself that you are able to marry Lochan at all. Now that he is a royal general, he is above your current station. 

Your baby comes in the middle of a calm night. His cries are soft, not the powerful wails you had expected. He looks just like his father, with pink eyes, soft white hair, and pearly skin, with a wine-red birthmark on the backs of his hands and fingertips. 

“He’s beautiful,” Lochan murmurs with tears in his eyes.

You smile dreamily. “What will you call him?”

“Findlay,” he murmurs. He looks over his son with a gentle expression. “Because one day, they will call him hero.”

Findlay whimpers, then settles back to sleep.

“Do you see that?” you ask.

“What else could this blessing be?” Lochan smiles. “And I have a feeling we will need many heroes in our future.”

You rest against Lochan and place your hand on Findlay. “He has a hero for a father. So he’s already halfway there.”