Orc Boyfriend: Lochan 2 (rough draft)

Summer was often far too hot for you, it often made you sick or worse. So once the heat begins to bear down upon you like teeth, you’re sent further north where your cousins have an estate. It’s cooler up there, thanks to the mountains as well as their massive orchard which casts shade upon the entire grounds. 

Years prior, you had gone alone, but this time you insisted that Lochan travel along with you. You feigned concern over what was happening in the rest of the world, and desired someone you could trust to guard you while away. You knew it wouldn’t take much, but you decided to play it up, even a bit, to make sure.

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

“I can’t wait to finally 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 have 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 feels like nothing but trees. Their home is surrounded by dense trees filled with fruits. You can see people in the shadows harvesting already. Your cousins come and greet you excitedly, each year it’s so nice to see them. 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 smirks and chuckles to herself. “I understand. We have more than enough here to take care of you both.” She glances to 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 pretense 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 happy and wonderful marriage. It stunned you to learn Marie ‘kept a guard’ for herself.

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

Your eyes bulge slightly. “Oh!”

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

Lochan grumbles under his helm, 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 helm.

“I guess they considered me too young to be informed about their antics.” You shrug. “It is a surprise, but it is a pleasant one.” You step closer to him and smile sweetly up. “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 sweet and romantic. You nod, chomping down on your bottom lip. “I’ll get to brush your hair as much as I want.”

Lochan lowers himself onto 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 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 then 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 with tranquility. 

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

Your breathing starts to become much harder as your excitement builds. “Touch me,” you whisper.

His hands smooth down your sides and wrap around. He gently squeezes your waist before moving then up to cup your breasts in his large palms. His lips come down upon 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 pressed towards 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 tip, slowly, softly, taking your time. You grave your tongue around the glans then kiss along the side.

Lochan huffs and puffs, 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 sack, suckling it inside your mouth. Your eyes then peer the tiger pucker between his cheeks. Licking your finger, you then 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 and pleasurable as yours.” You reach down, touching your dripping mound so your fingers become slick. You 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 them inside Lochan. Before you can prepare for it, his gushes down your throat. You cough and choke, pulling away he spatters 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, coughing a bit before. “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, 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. It’s 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. “Dear cousin, 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 pampered and appreciated too.” Mikhail gives you a wink.

You remove the ribbon and place it into your pocket, thinking how pretty it would look in Lochan’s hair. As you open the chest you see a small collection of things. There’s 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 for the rose quartz. Mikhail and I make use of it often.” Marie says with an excited smile.

YOu furrow your brow. “But Lochan already has a cock.”

“But you don’t,” Mikhail laughs.

“Why would I need-oh!” You think about earlier than day and how hard Lochan had come from just your fingers. Your bite your lip hard to keep from grinning. “Thank you for the gift.” You close the lid on 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 as well as touring parts of the mansion. You strip down naked and kick your dress away.

“My cousins are much more devious than I assumed.”

Lochan removes his helm. “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 that wraps around you. “You enjoyed it so much, I was quite surprised. And not just because I nearly choked.”

Lochan’s lips press to your shoulder. His tusks brushing against your skin makes you moan in pleasure. “I’m just sorry it wasn’t inside you,” he growls darkly. 

“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 furrowed. “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, back 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 and show 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.”

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

You squeeze his cheeks then press your fingers back to that tight bud. You slick him up, easing a finger inside. His moans grow more pronounced, even through the dense pillow. You grind yourself against his thigh, growing excited the more you go.

You step off the bed and put on the harness. There is a metal loop where the rose quartz fits through then secure into place. Lochan looks up to see you and his eyes go wide. “Wow,” he whispers.

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

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

You see yourself in the mirror, standing over this powerful Orc. More of your nectar slicks down your thigh. You then 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 more. “Thank you.”

You slip the rose quartz between his cheeks, rubbing it against his sack then aiming towards the pucker. You grind there, wondering if such a thing will fit. You start to press, going slow, watching him open to take it.

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

“Stop!” Lochan suddenly cries out.

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

Lochan takes a moment to breathe. He then eventually rolls over, his cock looks 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 all the way into the back. You moan against his mouth and pull on his braid.

“I want us to come together,” he growls. “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 to his shoulder. “Lochan,” you whimper.

“Yes, I know,” he growls. “Just a little more.” He moves your harder, faster. Your body shakes as he thrusts you down upon him. His breathing becomes snarls and grunts, but so does yours. 

You pull his braid and tense up all at once. You then relax and pool, twitching slightly as the heat radiates through your body. Lochan gulps and sighs, stroking your back as his seed drips down from inside you.

He lays you down onto the bed and lifts you hips, licking your clean and making you whimper with aftershocks. You melt onto the bed, breathing deep. 

“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 come morning, but it is nothing I am unfamiliar with.”

You snuggle to his chest. “Was I okay?”

“You did great, I loved every moment.” He kisses you 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.” He lowers down, kissing you. “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 sends word, alerting you that he wants you to stay with your cousins, as their estate will be safer for you there 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. You’ve not heard from your father, so 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 word from your father. Your kingdom and childhood home have been taken over, and your father has fled for shelter in the Polar under the guard of Czarina Mila. He has asked you to come as well, as long as you feel safe. Locha decides to go on to the Polar to check on 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 your gut that you can’t shake.

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

You arch your brow at her. “My nerves are fine now with this 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. Your jaw drops and 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 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 furthers. 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 doen for us.”

“Any enemy to Sanguis is an enemy of mine,” she says with a smirk. “Besides, I should be thank 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 seeing your father well, you’re taken to a room to rest. You remove your coat and you can see how pronounced your belly is now. The door then 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 then sees your belly. 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 didn’t need anything special, it was a miracle in itself you were able to marry Lochan at all. Now that he was a royal general, he was above your current station. 

Your baby comes in the middle of a calm night. His cries are soft and gentle, not the powerful wails you had expected. He looks just like his father, pink eyes, soft white hair, and pearly skin. Although, he has 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 soothes back to sleep.

“Do you see that?” I 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 half way there.”