Orc Boyfriend: Lochan 2 (special preview)

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!”