Orc Boyfriend: Dimka (complete)

I am soon to become chieftain of my village, and I am embarking on a hunt that will establish me as a provider and protector.

Deep within the woods there are creatures that, while grotesque and terrible, have become essential for the village. They have near-translucent skin and bones that glow. They look like spectres in the night, and use this property to hunt and kill whatever they can get their hands on. These glowing bones make a strong medicine, and the Orcs of my village not only use this medicine, but sell it as well.

I never liked this hunt. It seems to me there are better ways, but it’s the only way I have known. In the past the beasts were hunted freely, but it became apparent they were dying out. In order to save this important resource for ourselves, we only hunt once a year, as a ritual for the upcoming chieftain to prove themselves. It’s generally not safe to hunt the creatures alone, but the prospective chieftain must try, armed with only a sword and bare hands. I will kill it and skin it myself, then grind the bones to make the meal. 

I’ve been preparing for this, listening to those who have hunted the creatures and honing my own abilities. I am a good hunter, but this is no elk or fowl I am hunting. This creature is a hunter as well, and won’t go down without a fight. There is a reason the past hunts were done in groups - often, the consequence is death.

I wake in the cold light of morning. There is a bitterness in the air that was not there the day before. Winter feels like it is thrust upon us early this year, and it puts an ache in my joints like an omen. I rise from my bed and stand in the still, grey air. I am alone, and I will be for the time being. Once I enter the woods, it is just the creatures and me. 

My mother makes me breakfast, and after I have eaten, I bid farewell to my family. My little sister gives me a charm, something she has made for luck. I take it, eager to have anything that reminds me of who I am doing this for. I would be lying if I said there wasn’t some fear in me. The absence of fear makes people foolish, and I do not want to make a misstep out there.

The ground feels crisp under my feet as I walk away, as if frost had been trying to take hold of it before the sun rose. I don’t like this cold. If it were to get cold out there while I was hunting, it could hurt my chances. 

Once I arrive at the edge of the forest, I take a deep breath. I have taken in all the advice I possibly can, I have trained for this, and I should be ready, but nothing truly prepares you for the real thing. I take my first step into the treeline, and the air changes. Time has stopped, and the silence is so loud that it drowns my senses, making the sound of my heartbeat as palpable as the pine needles under my feet. 

I travel through the woods until I find a place to build my tent and collect rocks to make an enclosure for my campfire. Already I think about how nice it would be once I get home, once I can have my mother’s cooking again, and can go hunting with more than my thoughts. I take in a deep breath as I cast my eyes up to the canopy of the trees. As the light filters through the branches and leaves the air shifts, a breeze blows, and time seems to start again.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickle, and a chill goes all the way down my spine. I stand alert as I feel eyes all around me. I reach for my sword, placing my hand on the hilt. I sniff the air, and catch a strange scent upon the breeze.

I gulp down the cold air so I can hold it for a moment. I want to hear over my breathing, to see if I can hear my stalker breathing. I stand as still as a statue, following the scent as it trickles along the wind. I turn, looking through the thickest grove of trees nearby. I can’t see it, but I feel it watching me. Clouds pass over the trees, making everything go dark. Then comes a glow, faint and flickering, but it's there. Already a creature has found me. 

“Fuck,” I snarl as I take a breath. I pull my sword free from the scabbard and hold it out before me while holding my other arm before my neck. They say the first thing the creatures go for is the throat, so I intend to keep my hand at the level of my eyes.

I creep further into the thicket as the glow skitters ahead, then lunges upwards into the trees. It lingers there, dimming as the cloud passes. Time stops again, and I grow cold all over.

“My, my, my,” a taunting voice rings from above. “I’ve never seen one come alone. How stupid.”

A cold sweat prickles my skin, but I can’t stay still. I start walking, slowly but surely, away from my campsite and deeper into the woods. I need someplace shaded, somewhere the glow will be revealed and I can trace it.

“I can smell you,” the voice hisses. “Fear is seeping from every pore. Good, you should be afraid.”

I hear something move above me, and I jerk my head up. Branches are swaying, leaves falling. The creature is on top of me. “At least I am not hiding!” I shout back. “If you want to taunt me, come out and face me. Or are you afraid, too?”

Its gloating laughter rings through the air, coming from every direction before fading out with a grating growl. “What a big, brave, boy. You must be out here for something very important. I doubt all the Orcs died off, so there must be a good reason why you came alone.”

I swallow the anxious lump forming in my throat. I see the branches before me shudder and I swing my sword, chopping them aside. The creature cackles and I swing again, cutting more branches. As foliage falls around me, something tackles me from behind. Claws dig into my shoulders, and my assailant’s feet strike the middle of my back. I use my sword for balance and throw myself backwards, slamming the creature into a tree. It screams into my ear, kicking against my lower back again to push me away. I whip around, thrashing so it flies off my back and skitters across the ground. The pine needles can be as slick as oil, and I can see it has trouble gaining traction. 

The creature’s legs are thick and heavy, with wide feet tipped with claws. Its top half is thin with long, long, skinny arms. Its skin is pearly, shimmering and almost wet in appearance. Long black hair resembling feathers cascades down around it, obscuring what I am sure is a hideous visage. 

I charge, but the creature captures my wrist as I bring the sword down. It’s stronger than its stick-like arms would allude. It pushes against me, claws digging into my skin while it laughs with effort. I thrust my hand out, grabbing hold of its thin, breakable neck. Its other hand latches onto my arm, viciously clawing down my flesh to try and break my grip. We’re both in a stalemate, trapped by the other.

The hair moves from the creature’s face, and I see sharp green eyes gazing up at me. Its long, sharp ears flick upwards, and it opens a mouthful of sharp teeth in a hiss. The eyes, though - something about them draws me in. I look into the face of my enemy, and although it should be vile to me, I see something beautiful. 

The creature chuckles, wheezing as my fist closes around its neck. “Not bad.”

My arm is trembling. As its claws sink deeper into my flesh, numbness spreads through me. I smirk down at it. “Do you want those to be your last words?”

“I can admire a strong opponent. I can give credit...” It trembles and hacks. “Where it is due.”

My sword drops from my grip, stabbing into the earth. I can’t feel my arm anymore. My eyes feel heavy, my thoughts are sluggish, but I keep a firm grip on its neck. The creature closes its eyes, and its arms go limp. 

I release it, letting it drop to the ground as I fall to my knees. I reach for my sword, but as I do it leaps up and lunges at me. I thrust my working arm before my face just as its torso opens into another wide, snarling mouth. A blood-red tongue smacks against my face as more sharp teeth snap at me. The creature pushes me to the ground but I kick it, throwing it off me before rolling aside. I stand up, my one arm hanging limp while I keep the other one before my face. 

The creature giggles and licks its chops. Both of them. “You’re still quite alert! Good!” It lunges again, grabbing me with its feet, but I throw it down again. I stumble for my sword, but it keeps coming at me. I finally manage to grab my sword, but as I do thunder rumbles. The sky opens and rain pours down all around us. The forest grows dark and cold, and the creature glows. 

As I charge, lightning splits a tree in half, shooting off sparks and flames. I hear a scream of agony.

When I pick myself up I see the creature in the wreckage of the tree, trapped and clawing at the ground. This is my chance. I get up, but cannot find my sword. It must have gotten thrown in the chaos of the lightning. I will have to use my bare hands to finish this. I stand over the trapped creature, and it looks up at me with an expression of panic and fear. 

I don’t know why, but I am gripped with pity. I wanted to hunt and kill this creature, but not like this. I kneel, pushing away the smoldering branches to reveal the broken, twisted leg beneath. The creature tries to crawl away, clawing at the ground to drag itself to safety. I pick it up. It struggles, but weakly, as it seems to be in a great deal of pain.

I carry the creature back to my campsite just as I feel myself grow beyond weak, my whole body as limp as my arm. I collapse beside the creature. My last thought is that I might never wake up, and there is nothing I can do to fight it.

I return to shivering and chattering teeth. The rain has become a crisp frost on the forest ground. I raise my head from the ground and see the creature lying nearby. It is still, so I think for a moment I have been victorious. I survived the night, and it didn’t. My arm prickles, but I am able to move it again. My whole body aches, but I manage to stand. I move to the creature crumpled on the ground.

Last night I took pity on it. I could have killed it, and I am not sure what came over me. I nudge it with my foot, turning it over. It lays on its back, and I realize it’s female, with heavy, full breasts and black nipples that hang just above the mouth on their stomach. I kneel, brushing her hair from her face, and I see the beauty there again.

All of a sudden her eyes open, and she glares at me. I flinch, but when she doesn’t move I sigh. “So you’re alive.”

The giant mouth on her torso opens up, and the long red tongue thrusts out into the air. She remains silent, glaring at me. I could kill her now, grab one of the stones from my campfire and bash her brains in. Instead, I place her inside my tent on the blankets.

I return to the firepit to try to start a fire, but the wood is damp from the rain and all I get is a lot of smoke. As I struggle to get a fire started, she pokes her head from the tent. She watches me, eyes wide and unblinking as I kneel over the wood with my flint. She steadies herself on her long arms, unable to move her one leg. 

“If you wanted to burn me alive, you should have left me last night.”

I scoff, angrily tossing my flint aside as I sit down on the cold, damp ground. “If you can run, you should.”

She slithers out of the tent, tilting her head to the side. “Why didn’t you?”

I look at her, running my fingers along my scalp. “I don’t know.” I lift my arms helplessly and let them fall to my sides. “I really don’t know.”

Her brow furrows. We finished our battle battered, bruised, and in my case gashed. Had it not been for the lightning strike, would I have felt any mercy at all towards her?

“You fought well,” she says. “I enjoyed it.”

I shake my head. “Enjoyed it?”

“I like a strong fighter. It was nice.”

I search for my flint again, finding it amongst the leaves. I try to start a fire by scooping leaves from under my tent. I light a spark and wait as the leaves crackle and pop. 

Then I feel something hot and wet against my shoulder. Looking aside, I see her licking the wounds she gave me. Her saliva is thick and slippery, but as her tongue laps up the dried blood and presses into the cuts, there is a strange itching sensation, and the aching eases. I want to shove her off me, but I stay my hand. “What are you doing?”

Her tongue licks down my arm, and I can see the cuts are sealing on their own. Her frightening eyes flick up to me, and she smiles. 

“What are you doing?” I ask again.

She lifts her head and taps her fingers over the wounds. “Didn’t your mommy ever say a kiss would make it feel better?”

I pull my arm to my chest and inspect the cuts. They itch, but the pain and rawness are gone. There are no swollen red welts, either. “You healed me?”

She tilts her head as she looks at me. “One favor to repay another. You could have killed me, but you didn’t.”

I look down as the fire begins to grow. “It didn’t seem fair.”

“And why is that? Your kind has been hunting my kind for centuries. It should mean nothing to you to kill me, especially when I was in such dire straits.” She comes close to me, sniffing around me as her leg drags behind her. “You smell like all the rest. Look like them. Is there something wrong with your mind, then?” She raps her knuckles against my skull, and I grab her wrist. She grins at me with her mouthful of forbidding teeth, but those eyes - I cannot explain why I feel so drawn into those eyes.

“I would have killed you,” she taunts.

I scowl at her, curling my lip up over my teeth. “Then do it. Right now.”

Her tongue lashes out, and she buries her face into the curve of my neck. I feel her teeth there, her warm breath, but then nothing. She pulls away with the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth. “We’re equals right now,” she breathes. “I will not fight you here, and if I try, I am not my full strength.” She smooths her palm down her leg. 

I watch her, more curious than anything. We could have easily ended one another, and yet we don’t. We sit there, quietly watching one another. I could have left her last night, but I didn’t. I took pity on what I came here to hunt. Why?

“Xochi.”

I glance into her eyes and frown. 

She extends her hand to me. “And you?”

“Xochi? Are you introducing yourself?”

“Can you only speak in questions?” she smirks.

I take in a deep breath and rub the back of my neck. “Dimka.”

Xochi crawls closer to me. We’re close enough that I can feel the warmth off her body. I can see the dull radiance of her bones just beneath her skin. I came here to kill her for those bones, but I couldn’t move. “Why are you here alone, Dimka?” she asks.

I turn to look back at the fire. The logs have started to smolder and catch flame, and hopefully it will get warm soon, but my breath still comes out in thick clouds. “Because I am.”

“That’s not an answer.” Xochi places her hand on my knee, and I flinch.

I grab her wrist and both of us go still. “It is an initiation,” I growl. “I am to become chieftain of my village.”

Xochi furrows her brow as she scowls at me. “So you have to kill me to do it?” She breaks into a mocking smile. “You’re doing quite well.”

I raise her arm so her hand leaves my knee. “Why don’t you just go?”

“My leg needs time to heal, and I am curious.” She sniffs around me again. “I’m intrigued.” She slithers up close to my face and her breath whispers around my cheek and jawline. 

“What are you doing?” I grumble.

“Just seeing something.” She backs away slightly, and I notice she’s able to move her leg a little more. 

“You’re able to heal so fast,” I remark. I run my hand down my arm. “And your spit heals as well. I was always told it was only the bones that did anything.”

“No one has gotten this close before, without ending up dead.” Xochi smirks as she rises from the ground. She still favours her good leg, but she appears to be healed. 

I ready myself, quickly standing to meet her. I may not have my sword, but I can fight if need be. Neither of us is at our best right now, but I know what to expect from her. But instead Xochi turns and runs, disappearing back into the forest.

I stand there in shock, then sit down, confused by our interaction. Perhaps she knew she couldn't face me yet.  I’m not sure if I should continue to hunt, or gather my losses and return home. It doesn’t feel right to stay here, but neither does going back. I can’t become a leader if I go back empty-handed, but wouldn’t a leader know when to grant mercy?

Once the fire is roaring and the rain stops, I go deeper into the woods to find my sword. As I come upon the wreckage of the tree, I realize I had not fully taken in what had happened. Thank goodness for the rain, or the entire wood would have burnt down. The split tree is laid open upon the ground, charred and scalded, with black earth surrounding the tree roots. I kneel to inspect the damage.

I wonder what was going through Xochi’s mind when she became trapped. I can remember the fear in her eyes. I should have killed her. I still don’t understand why I didn’t.

I return back to my campsite to find my sword stabbed into the ground before my tent. I’m not sure what she is thinking, either.

When night falls, I find some tracks leading towards a faint glow in the distance. Following it, I come to a cave where I see several young creatures. They’re rolling around, play-fighting one another, making squealing sounds akin to laughter. 

“One step closer and you’re a dead man.”

The hairs on the back of my neck bristle as her breath beats down on my neck. “Are they yours?”

“Can’t you tell? I have yet to find a mate.” Xochi rests her chin upon my shoulder. “But they are young, and they are all we have.” Her hands slide up over my chest as she holds me from behind. “I promised to spare you, but should you even touch one hair on their heads, I will tear out your viscera where you stand and eat it.”

“There are only three there,” I whisper. “Is that really all the offspring you have?”

Her tongue brushes against the back of my ear. “Your kind doesn’t care.”

“I didn’t know your numbers were so diminished.”

Xochi pulls me away from the cave and the glow of the children. She sniffs around me. “It’s better to go home empty-handed than dead,” she warns me. 

I remain quiet, unwilling to admit defeat. Those brilliant eyes of hers open wider. The way she tilts her head, the way she moves closer towards me, I can’t help but notice there is beauty within her. 

“I’ll give you a reward.” Her whisper harkens back to dark nights, when I swore the shadows under my bed were talking to me. “If you leave now, you will leave these woods a very happy man.”

I frown at her. “I wouldn’t dare trust those teeth.”

Xochi grins ear to ear. “Don’t worry. I don’t have them everywhere.” She lays her palms against my chest. “And I think you and I are compatible.”

My breath seizes in my chest. I should run, but I feel paralyzed by her eyes. I don’t think she’s done anything to me - this is my own instinct. “I’ve never fought anyone like you before,” I murmur. “Perhaps I didn’t want to lose an opponent like you.”

Xochi inches closer, and her tongue laps over my lips. “Our bodies were forged for different worlds, but I think that they were forged so we could collide.” She drags her claws down my chest, leaving some scrapes on my skin. They sting, but I enjoy it.

My body takes control after that. I obey its will and fall to the earth with Xochi. She scrambles on top of me, pinning me to the ground while her thick legs straddle my waist. I push her down, biting her neck and grinding myself between her thighs. She kicks me and rakes down my back as the tongue from her torso licks between my thighs.

I toss her again, hitching up her legs to find the dewy black lips between them. Her full mound looks like a blooming flower, with layered folds of black and purple that drip wetly. I taste her, burying my tongue into the petals until I find their center. Xochi squeals with laughter and kicks me aside.

I sit up, her nectar dribbling down my chin as she crouches to attack. I let her tackle me, pinning me to the ground as the tongue from her torso captures my cock. Xochi giggles as I moan. I thrust my hips forward, feeling the prick of her teeth against my thighs. She bends over, licking my lips before she bites them. Licking away the blood, those beautiful eyes flutter and she moans into my ear. “You’re letting me hold you too long, my warrior,” she pants. “Have I found your weakness?”

I smirk up at her. “Just enjoying the moment, my vicious one.” I knock her off, and she rolls over onto the ground. She presents her hips in the air, and with her hand she opens her flower to the channel inside. It’s slick, absolutely dripping. Her seductive laugh fills the air, and I take my cock, guiding it inside her. 

Xochi digs her claws into the earth as she thrusts her head back. “I much prefer this weapon. You should have fought with it in the beginning.”

She pulses inside, and I cannot describe the feeling. There are hard bumps within her walls that rub against my shaft as I am deep inside her. If I am not careful she will defeat me again, and I cannot allow that so soon. I turn her on the ground, spreading her legs and lifting them over my shoulders. She grins up at me, all teeth on display as I drive myself inside her. 

Xochi pushes her feet against my chest, and there is a small struggle. She wants to knock me down, but I’m having a hard enough time focusing as is. Would she to get on top, I would be done for. I spread her legs lay on top of her. The sharp teeth of her torso nip and drag down my chest and stomach. I kiss her, ignoring her teeth as she bites me. Her tongue slithers into my mouth as she moans pleasurably.

I drive into her, keeping her knees bent back so her powerful legs can’t capture me. She drools, and those perfect eyes roll back. “Yes!” she hisses. “Fight like that!” She rakes her hands down my back, yowling and squirming beneath me. “Good boy!” Inside she’s twisting and squeezing. I see lights before my eyes and fear I am finished. The torrent that courses through my body pours into her, and she lets out a triumphant squeal. She clutches me, locking me in place with her petals, chomping down on what she can until she relaxes back into the earth. 

“Even your seed is powerful,” she moans into my ear, swirling her tongue around. “I can feel it working inside me already.”

I groan, sitting up on shaky arms as I look down at her. “Vicious thing you are,” I whisper. “I am not done with you yet.”

She poses seductively on the ground with a wicked smile on her face. “I wasn’t going to let you go, either. Let’s say best two out of three.”

I lick the corner of my mouth and grin down at her. “You let me have that round.” I lay beside her, and she curls up against my chest. “I think you like me.”

Xochi licks the scratches on my chest and ribs. “You taste good.”

“So did you.”

Xochi climbs on top of me, straddling my stomach. She looks down at me with a soft expression, one I hadn’t seen on her before. “Take me as your mate,” she whispers. “Then you will not be going home empty handed.”

I stroke my hands from her wide hips to her waist. I let her mouth nibble at my fingers before I cup her breasts in my hands. As I touch her face she nuzzles into my palms. “Is that what you want, Xochi?”

She leans down, pressing her chest to mine as she kisses me. “You know you want me. Why else save me?” She bites my neck, and I melt all over again.

We battle like this until it becomes a dance. It feels so natural being with her, it like she is an extended piece of my soul. I don’t want to leave her. I will be hers, always. Perhaps that is why I couldn’t let her die, because she was supposed to be a part of me. She was supposed to make me more, and create something powerful.

As the chill of night comes we lie on the forest floor, gazing up at the sky through the canopy of leaves. We are silent, but we understand one another. Her bones glow under her skin as I roll over to lay my head upon her breasts. The glow radiates down my skin, and I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.

“My warrior,” Xochi breathes.

“My vicious one,” I answer.