Orc Boyfriend: Torok (complete)

A few weeks ago, I got a job to do some remodeling at an old house. Apparently a tree fell into one corner, destroying the front porch. It’s an easy enough job, and luckily the weather won’t be too hot.

The only problem is the woman who hired me. Like an idiot, I fell head over heels at first sight. Alanna is a vision with long dark hair, thick eyebrows, and perfect skin. She’s a makeup artist and has a small studio at the back of her house for meeting clients. She’s chipper and bright, and almost always seems to be making cookies. Although the cookies have helped further my crush, I was smitten with Alanna at a glance.

She’s paraplegic, hence the urgency to get these repairs done. She has a temporary ramp installed to get in and out, but she absolutely hates it, especially for some of her clients. In order to get the ramp fixed, I need to fix the porch first so the foundation will be solid.

I worry telling her this, but she simply smiles and thanks me. “I can tell you’re a hard worker, Torok. I’m not worried about that. Do your job and do it well. That’s what I hired you for.” I marvel at her smile.

“Well, uh...” I’m always mush-mouthed when I talk to pretty girls, but Alanna makes me feel different. “I’m gonna work me hardest for ya. I know this is important, don't want ya fallin’ on that ramp over there.”

A slight peachy blush comes to her cheeks. “I could listen to you talk for days,” she giggles. “But like I said, do a good job. That’s all I ask.”

Most of her business seems to take place on weekends, but I notice a steady stream of older women who come in almost twice a week. Alanna takes great pride in her work, and I’ve never seen a dissatisfied customer when she’s done with them.

One afternoon it gets particularly warm, and I’m sweating something fierce. I peel off my shirt to the tank top underneath, but it rides all the way up to my chin. I dab at my face with the shirt, and as I turn around I see Alanna staring from the doorway with bottles of water in hand. Her brown eyes linger on my chest before she looks back up at me. Her face is red, and her eyes are wide and guilty. I chuckle, tugging down my tank top. 

“Forgive me, kind lady. Didn’t mean to soil yer eyes with my hairy chest.”

Alanna clears her throat and paints on that pretty smile again. “I thought you might be hot, so I brought you some water.”

“Thank ya.” I touch her hand as I grab the water bottle. Her fingers are long and cool, and her skin is so soft. “It’s hot out. But I don't think I ever seen ya sweat.” I gulp down the water so fast some dribbles down my chin. “Is that a trick of all beautiful women?”

Her cheeks go pinker and she chuckles. “Flatterer! I’m not paying you any extra for your kind words, but they sure mean a lot to me.”

“Nah, nah,” I laugh. “Not tryin’ to beguile or tease for extra pay, tis simply the truth.”

“I’m inside a cool house,” Alanna replies. “If I were out here working half as hard as you I would be a puddle in no time. I hate the heat.”

“I bet ye look better’n me when I sweat,” I laugh. “I look like a stuck pig. I bet ye’d glow like a sunset.”

Alanna’s smile grows, and she giggles shyly. “I bet that mouth of yours gets you into all sorts of trouble, Torok.”

“Ye have no idea. I’ve been married six times.” I give her a wink.

Alanna throws her head back as she laughs, and her dark hair shimmers auburn in the sun. “I’m sorry,” she gasps. “If that’s true I shouldn’t have laughed.”

“Only tryin’ to make ye laugh. I’ve not found the right one to marry, let alone divorce.” I finish off the water bottle, then set back to work. “Ye go back in where it’s cool, Alanna. No need to worry about me.”

“If you need to cool down, please come inside,” Alanna says. “And I don’t know much about Orc skin, but I have sunscreen should you need it.”

I give her a big smile and wink. “No need to worry. I’ll be fine. Yer too kind to me.”

She melts my heart every time we talk. I have all these ideas of whisking her off her feet and pampering her right. But I’m not sure if she has romance in her life, so I need to behave myself at least until the job is over. Once that’s done I can ask her out.

One afternoon a sudden rainstorm comes down hard, in literal sheets. I get soaked just coming out from under the cover of the porch, and I stand there watching, wondering if I could make it to my truck. The door then opens and Alanna looks up at me.

“You’re soaked to the bone! Come inside, I’ll get you a towel.”

I shake my head. “Nah, nah, Ms. Alanna, ye don’t need to worry about me. This rain’ll pass and I’ll be fine.”

“I’m serious!” Alanna scolds. “You can come inside and dry off. Now c’mon.” She rolls aside so I can step into her kitchen, then goes into the small laundry room and fetches a clean towel from a basket. “Go ahead and have a seat.” She motions to the small kitchen table. “Dry yourself off and get comfy. This rain could be a bit.”

I rub the towel through my hair. “I don't want to get yer seats wet.”

Alanna goes to the other side of the table. “These chairs have seen worse than your wet butt. Sit.”

I smirk, sitting down as I run the towel through my red hair. “Hope this didn’t interrupt anything.”

“I’m just getting ready for this weekend,” she sighs. I notice a slouch to her shoulders and a gloomy cast to her usually bright eyes. 

“Big job?” I ask.

“You can call it that.” Alanna frowns. “But I don’t want to bog you down with it.”

I arch a brow at her. “Is this something ye don't feel like doing?”

Alanna shrugs. “My sister is getting married. I’m her maid of honor, and I’m doing her makeup.”

There’s something else here. “Ye don’t seem too enthused.”

Alanna scrunches her lips into a pout. “I am happy for her, don’t get me wrong. I’ve just never been a fan of weddings. Something about them gives me anxiety.”

I hold the towel around my neck and shoulders. “I would think someone as lovely as ye would be most radiant at a wedding.”

“There you go with the flattery agan.” Alanna smiles shyly. “I know I sound silly. What is there to be nervous about? I just feel weddings are so final. They should be the start of something, but when I see a wedding it’s like… where can things go from here?” She shakes her head. “Sorry, does that sound too grim?”

“I’ve heard something similar to it before. It being a commitment and all.” I shrug. “I see it more as a beginning, like ye said. It’s the start to a new level, harder but easier at the same time. Ye got someone with ye.” I nod to her. “Ye got anyone like that?”

“Just before I hired you,” she grumbles. “My ex and I broke up. No real exciting reason, we were both just going in different directions.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I murmur.

“We hadn’t been dating long.” Alanna sighs. “It just means I don’t have a date for the wedding.”

“I’d volunteer to be yer date, but I have my niece’s birthday this weekend,” I chuckle. “I’m helping put together her new treehouse, and I can’t let her down.”

Alanna’s eyes brighten again. “How old is she?”

“She’ll be turning six. She’s all princesses and monster trucks, so her folks are taking her to this monster truck rally while I’m putting the tree house together. Big surprise and all that.”

“That sounds so cute,” Alanna says with dreamy eyes. 

“Ye like kids?” I ask with a smile.

“I’ve always wanted a brood of my own,” she chuckles nervously. “But I’m excited to be an aunt.” She taps her finger to her lips. “Don’t tell anyone, but my sister just found out she’s pregnant.”

I grin and laugh. “Nah worries, don't think there’d be anyone to tell.”

Next Monday I notice Alanna isn’t at home. I finish up the porch and then start on fixing the concrete for the ramp. I had been excited to show her the pictures from my niece’s birthday, but I suppose she’s still away for the wedding. I miss her smile and pretty eyes. I’m a mess and I know it. I still have a week or two before this job is done. 

The next day she’s back home, and I start framing out the ramp. As I’m mixing more concrete, she comes out onto the porch. Her hair and makeup are usually done so nicely, but today she’s bare-skinned with her hair in a sloppy bun. She looks so cute.

“Ignore this.” She cups her hand around her cheek. “I got in so late last night, I’m exhausted. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Much better seein’ ye, Ms. Alannah.”

Her cheeks are darker than before. “I missed that voice of yours,” she sighs. “How was your niece’s birthday?”

I set down the now-empty bag of gravel and wipe my brow. “I have pictures, but it’ll have to wait until this concrete mess is settled.”

That afternoon though a friend of Alanna’s comes to visit, a woman with bright green hair and a long black dress. I can hear them cackling inside. Later, as I’m leveling the concrete the green-haired friend comes out. “Torok, right?” she asks.

I arch my brow at her. “Who's asking?”

A serious look comes over her face. “Alanna likes you, so I’m asking.”

My heart slips like a cat on a waxed floor. “She likes me?”

Green-haired girl comes up to me and crosses her arms. “I just wanted to sniff you out, see what she’s talking about.” She tilts her head to the side. “Already better than the last one. He had as much going for him as a piece of toast.”

I eye her. “Ye think Alanna is gonna ask me out?”

She shrugs. “Alanna can be pretty shy. She’ll probably chicken out. Why? You want her to ask you out?”

I sigh. “I like her too. I jus’ didn’t want to poke around while I’m workin’ for her.”

Green-haired girl smiles. “Well, that’s nice. I would start putting in the legwork now. though. Just a tip.” She turns and waves. “Nice meeting you.”

The evening before I leave, I knock on the door. Alanna calls me inside, so I let myself in. She’s in the kitchen, chopping vegetables up at the table. “Everything alright?” she asks.

I hold up my phone. “Wanted to show you pictures.”

Alanna breaks into a grin. “Your niece! Yes!” She pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down beside her. I scroll through the pictures of my niece, some of her in the playhouse, some while she’s eating cake, and a few more where she’s rolling trucks down her slide.

“She’s so cute.” Alanna’s finger gently brush against my temple and through my hair. “I take it she gets that hair from your side of the family.”

A shiver goes down my spine when she touches me, one I want to keep going. “She for sure takes after her dad,” I chuckle.

Alanna is beautiful with and without makeup. It would make me happy to see her no matter what. But right now, without her makeup on or hair styled, I can’t imagine waking up to such a beautiful creature each morning.

“I’m taking her to the aquarium this weekend so her parents can have a...” I laugh. “They’re trying fer baby number two. If yer not busy, maybe it would be fun.”

Alanna looks surprised but eager. “I wouldn’t want to barge in on your date.”

I grin at her. “Nonsense, it would be fun. I bet you and my niece would be fast friends. I can even come pick you up, if that helps.”

Alanna looks thoughtful for a moment. “Let me think about it. I can decide and tell you tomorrow if that’s alright?”

I’m so happy when she agrees to go. I pick her up that morning and my niece is excited that I have a new friend. At the aquarium, my niece offers to push Alanna around so she can relax. They get along well, and it makes me happy to see them having so much fun. By the end of the day, my niece is exhausted, and rests in Alanna’s lap as we leave.

Taking Alannah home, I open the door for her and set her wheelchair down as well. Then I extend my arm. “Little help?” I say with a smile. 

Alannah chuckles, placing her hand on my arm. “Thanks for asking.”As she uses my arm for balance, I flex my bicep a little to show off. I notice her fingers tighten reflexively, while her eyes meet mine with a knowing smirk.

“If I had arms like that, I’d be a showoff too,” she teases.

I wink. “They’re just shy. They aren’t used to having a pretty lady handle them.” 

She settles into her wheelchair, her expression is both smug and happy. “Would you like to come in for coffee before you go?” she asks kindly.

“Yer sure? Ye must be tired.”

“Hence the coffee,” she giggles.

I help her up the makeshift ramp to her house. “Just one cup, then I need to be gettin’ home. I’ve bothered ye enough.”

“Nonsense, I enjoyed today very much.” Alanna goes into the kitchen and turns on the coffee maker. “I have sugar cookies and snickerdoodles if you’d like some.”

“Both, please.” I watch her as she takes coffee mugs from the dish strainer, then sets cookies onto a plate. “Actually, Alanna, can I ask you something?”

She turns and gently pushes her hair from her face. “What is it?”

My heart hammers. “If yer free sometime this week, maybe, ye would like to join me for dinner?”

Her eyes widen. She smiles softly and nods. “OK. I’ll check my schedule.”

We have our first date Wednesday evening. I take her out to the best restaurant I know. We trade disastrous work stories, then go out for a walk in the park. I kiss her at the front door, kneeling so she can run her fingers through my hair. She holds onto me so she can keep pressing soft, warm kisses to my lips. 

By the time the repairs are completed, we’ve been on four dates. To celebrate the repairs, she invites me over for a home-cooked meal. I’m excited. She’s offered me food before, but this is different. She questions me about my favorite foods, then says she’ll make a surprise.

I arrive at her house that evening to the smell of something delectable coming from inside. When she opens the door, my jaw drops. She’s beautiful of course, but the way she’s painted her face and styled her hair is different. “Come on in.” She holds her hand up to me, and I dip down to meet her kiss. “It’s almost ready.” She kisses me again.

“What have ye got in store for me?” I chuckle.

“I made a roast,” she says. “It’s been cooking all day.” She starts placing dishes on the table. There’s mashed potatoes and gravy, a pot of collard greens and thick slabs of ham. She then takes the roast from the oven, and I cannot count my blessings. Good food and a beautiful woman, I must be in heaven.

She starts to collect dishes to put in the sink, but I stop her. “Let me take care o’ that. Ye have done enough.”

“I was just going to let them soak,” she says softly. “I was just working up the nerve.”

“Nerve?” I tilt my head to the side. “Nerve for what?”

Alanna bites her lip as she looks at me. “To ask you if you’d like to take me to bed.”

My heart nearly erupts while my mind fizzles. Alanna takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. The bed is nicely made and the room is spotless. Apparently she’s been planning all day. She places her wheelchair beside the bed and looks up at me shyly. “How should we start this?” I ask as I kneel before her. “What can I do?”

Alanna pats the bed beside her. “Lay down with me. Touch me and I’ll touch you.”

I crawl onto the bed and she lies beside me. She comes close, placing her hand on my chest as she looks shyly over me. I place my hand on her back, gently rubbing up and down. I knew she had an injury when she was young, I just didn’t know the full extent of it. I want to make her feel good more than anything. I want to please her the best way I can.

Alanna tugs up my shirt and runs her hands down my chest. “You have bigger boobs than me,” she sighs dreamily. 

I chuckle. “Is that what you’re into?”

She runs her fingers through my chest hair. “That day I caught you with your shirt up nearly killed me.” She leans in, pressing kisses and small licks to my chest. She kisses my nipple, glancing up to me to make sure it’s alright.

“Don’t worry about me,” I purr. “What can I do for you?”

Alanna’s tongue presses against my nipple, and she gently sucks. I groan deep in my throat and dig my fingers into her sides. A moan rises in Alanna’s throat as she kisses down my body. She works at my belt and pulls my cock out. “Oh wow,” she coos. She strokes her elegant fingers up and down the shaft. She kisses the tip, darting her tongue down to the base and back up. “I love it,” she purrs.

“Oh, wow,” I repeat. I shiver as she licks and kisses me. “Ye do?”

Alanna takes the head between her lips and suckles. “Sorry,” she says shyly. “I really enjoy men’s bodies.”

“Don’t apologize,” I sigh. “Ye can enjoy mine all you like. But seriously, what can I do for ye?”

Alannah looks up, those striking eyes fixed on me as she takes my cock into her mouth. I’m thrown into ecstasy, clinging to the bed as Alanna draws pleasure out from deep within me. Eventually I have to grab her and lay her back down beside me while she giggles. I kiss her and she runs her fingers through my hair. Her fingers tickle down the back of my neck as mine move under her skirt. I find her panties wet at the front, and when I touch her she sighs softly.

“It takes a lot,” she confesses shyly. “That’s why I wanted to take care of you first.”

I kiss her. “Ye’re with an Orc who has stamina.” I tug off her skirt and remove her clothes. “I can go as long as ye need me, and even further than that.”

Alanna gives me a look that melts me down to my bones. It’s sweet and pitiful all at the same time. “It’s OK if you can’t. I just want to be with you.”

“Alanna, I want ye too bad to just leave ye hanging. I’m gonna make ye come with one of the tools God gave me.”

Alanna finally smiles. “Okay, I’m ready.” She eases back as I kiss down her body. Her sweet folds are already wet as my tongue presses inside her. I suck, gently teasing her clit with my fingertips. She sighs and moans, adjusting her shoulders as I taste her more. I suck around her clit, which seems to elicit a stronger reaction. When I press my fingers inside her voice gets louder and higher. She reaches down, clutching my hair as I try my hardest to please her.

Alanna touches my face, and I look up into her beautiful eyes. “Torok,” she mewls.

She doesn’t need to say any more. I understand what she wants. I gently hold her legs as I move into place. I watch her for any signs of discomfort as I move forward. Her inner walls squeeze around me and her lashes flutter. She nods slowly, closing her eyes as she feels me go deeper. I can barely breathe, she feels so good inside. I go slow and gentle, watching her expression to make sure she’s happy.

Alanna grabs of my arms, sighing deeply as I move a little faster. I rub her clit with my thumb, hoping that might help. She tosses her head to the side, her dark hair spilling out over her face and the pillows.

I take my time, making sure to take care of her. I hold her in my lap while she hugs her arms around me, moving her hips in my hands. I lay with my chest against her back, slowly moving up inside her. Eventually, I hear soft, whimpering moans. She buries her face in the pillows, but I pull her back to kiss her. She cries out for me, shivering as I bring her to the edge. She trembles and gasps as I pull out. I come on her thighs and belly, making quite the mess.

“Fuck, sorry,” I pant.

“It’s OK,” she mewls. “Give me… give me a moment.” She covers her face with her hands, still shaking.

I get up and go to the bathroom to start bath for her, then scoop her up and sit in the bath with her. She relaxes against me and sinks into the water. “Ye alright?” I whisper to her.

She nods. “Thank you. I’ve not...” she giggles. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt it like that. I wasn’t too difficult, was I?”

I grin. “Ye had me as excited as I’ve ever been.” I kiss her neck and shoulder. “Ye gave me a night I won’t soon forget.”

“Can you stay the night, then?” Alanna asks.

“Just try and get rid of me.” I nuzzle to her hair. “I’m yers as long as ye want me.”

After the bath I take her back to bed. I study every inch of her bare skin as we drift to sleep. In the morning, I get to see the sight I’ve been dreaming about. She’s snuggled to my arm, cheek pressed against me, long hair spilling everywhere. She’s perfect and beautiful, and I never want a sunrise without her again. I let her sleep, easing away to make breakfast before she wakes. When I bring her coffee in bed, she gives me a deep, sleepy kiss that made me swoon. “Did you cook naked?” she chuckles.

“Aye,” I wiggle my brows. “I couldn’t find where ye had thrown me pants, so I figured why not?” I kiss her again. “Good morning. Did ye sleep well?”

“Never better,” she sighs. 

Holding her, I know I’m holding the only thing that matters. I only hope her green-haired friend approves.