Half Orc Boyfriend: Kaboom 2 (complete)

Prince Chirayu is born early in the morning. Mythri went into labor early the previous evening, and gives birth just before sunrise. Chirayu is a heavy baby, more than his older siblings, and larger. He is also the first prince I’ve delivered for Rakshasa royalty. 

“I was so hoping for another girl to round out the numbers,” Amit murmurs as he holds Chirayu. “But I will not complain.” His smile is pure bliss, the same as when Damini was born.

“I suppose my title as Princess Maker is moot now,” I chuckle. I have finished cleaning the bedroom, and Mythri is brought in to sleep. As she is laid in bed and tucked into the blankets, her eyes open slowly.“Where is my Chirayu?” Her voice is exhausted, but firm.

Amit approaches the bed as I prepare a cold drink for Mythri. “I have him, my love. You should get your rest.”

“I want my son,” she insists. 

“He’s heavy,” Amit replies.

“I hold you, don’t I?” Mythri grins as she takes Chirayu into her arms. “He’s your exact duplicate.”

“You think so?” Amit beams. He looks up as I approach with the drink. “I have this settled, Kisska. You should go get some rest. I’ll be able to take care of her for a while.”

“I have no doubts, sir, but this is my job. And I have a few other things to take care of before I can even think about resting.”

Little Chirayu chose the perfect day for his birth - the eve of the Festival of Color. Knowing Amit, he will want to do something special that evening to announce the arrival of his third child.

I;ve already put in a good word for Kaboom, but from what I heard from Mika, he and the others have yet to arrive in the Royal City. Usually they set up shop about a week before the festivals begin - and tomorrow is the Festival of Color, and still no sign of them.

“They probably got sick at the Festival of Nectar. I heard it was rowdy this year,” Mika sighs. “They probably celebrated a bit too much and got themselves wasted. Knowing Loker, he probably has an alcohol flu.” She glances back at me as I collapse into bed. “I had a nap earlier. You get some sleep, and I’ll tend to Mythri this afternoon.” She comes to the bed and throws a blanket over me. 

“I just need to rest my eyes, that’s all,” I mumble.

Mika snickers as she shoves a pillow under my head. “Oh sure, Granny. I’ll just slam my fist on the table to make them open back up.”

“Thank you.” I hug the pillow. “Will you come get me if they show up?”

Mika sighs and kisses my temple. “Yeah, sure.” She closes the curtains before leaving, so the light won’t be too hot when the sun rises.

I have a dream about Kaboom, with his back turned to me. He lights one of his fireworks, and I cover my ears to mask the explosion. But it’s quiet as it ignites and bursts forth into the air. There is only a slight whistle, and then a puff, as flowers blossom across the sky. The white petals fall down gracefully, like snow. Kaboom turns to me, extending his hand. The petals cover the ground all around us. As I take his hand he pulls me in so our bodies are touching. He begins to move me, leading me in a dance across the carpet of petals. As we sweep along the ground, the petals are swept up with us, bursting into clouds of color. Soon, we’re swirling in a sea of beautiful, bright colors.

“Kisska? Kisska!” Mika’s voice comes from Kaboom’s lips.

I wake slowly, my eyes nearly crusted together. I peer up at Mika. “What year is it?” I grumble. 

“Loker is here,” Mika replies. “But don’t get excited! He’s just here to deliver the order for the royal palace. Kaboom and the others are trying to set up shop for the festival.”

“What happened?” I grumble. “What took them so long?”

Mika’s smile is as smug as can possibly be. “Like I said, they drank too much Rakshasa spirit and got ill.”

I sigh with relief as I sit up. “That’s good.”

“Loker looks pretty haggard,” Mika chuckles. “Zahbi was going to make a vitamin drink to perk the boys up. I figured you might want to tag along with us.”

I rub my eyes. “I would. But I need to take care of Mythri.”

“Mythri is fine,” Mika insists. “She has her sister and husband, and a gazillion other well-wishers. It won’t hurt you to see your possible reaping victim for ten minutes, will it?”

“No, but...” I chew the inside of my cheek for a moment. “OK, fine.”

“Thought so.” She tosses a dress at me. “Hurry up and get lovely.”

In the closet I spy the special dress that Tysh made for me just for the festival, with a special white fabric lace treated with wax. This makes it so none of the color dyes stick to the lace, and will leave a perfect white pattern peeking through the color that will be sure to cover me from head to toe. 

I quickly tie back my hair, which I’ve not washed in a while, and get dressed so the three of us can deliver the drink to the still-hungover boys. Loker does look a bit hollow in the eyes, and he refuses to talk about what happened. Apparently, though, this year’s Festival of Nectar produced one of the most potent batches of Rakshasa spirit in years. Those who aren’t used to the normal spirit are in for a nasty awakening, while the Rakshasa are all relatively fine. 

We find the boys setting up their tent in the square, where the festival activity will take place. Abasi is lying on the street while Kaboom and Emery hang the tarp of the tent. Susilo looks even more cross than normal, even as he sees Zahbi approaching.

“I’ve brought a wonderful cure to our ailment,” Loker grumbles. “And they brought some sort of remedy.”

Zahbi starts pouring the milky mixture into cups. “Drink everything,” she says. “It’ll help you recover the fluids you’ve lost.”

“I’ve not been this empty since I went into the temple of Nofreaten,” Abasi groans. “But then I had hallucinations that took my attention away from it.”

I help Abasi sit up so he can drink. “We make this for children who are sick, but we’ve found it’s a wonderful cure for drunkenness.”

Abasi sips the drink before downing the rest in one gulp. Then he collapses back down onto the ground.

“I really hate you ladies seeing us in such a state,” Loker bemoans. “Not only do we look near death, but it is an embarrassment to our constitutions.”

Zahbi goes to offer Emery a drink, but he declines. “I actually didn’t get sick,” he chuckles. “These four are a little more over their heads than I am.”

“Fucking Onikuma and their steel guts,” Abasi burps. 

I start piecing it together. “Were you all trying to outdrink Emery?”

Loker gives me a dirty look and declines to answer.

“I’m afraid we let the spirit take advantage of us.” Kaboom’s voice is weak. He sips slowly on the drink, seeming to have a much more upset stomach than the others. 

Mika shakes her head. “It figures. You should know better. The only thing that can get Onikuma drunk is what they make in the Polar.”

Kaboom looks at me. He’s exhausted, but his eyes are still bright. “I heard about the baby. How was the birth?”

“It was fine. He was just a really big baby,” I chuckle.

“That’s good.” Kaboom finishes off the drink, then returns to setting up the tent.

“Would you like some help?” I offer. “It seems as though you’re having a hard time.” I stand beside him, helping him to tie up the tarp to the poles.

Kabom smiles weakly at me. “You don’t need to do anything. We can handle this.” He places his hand on my shoulder. “You should go take care of that new baby.”

“No, we can stay and help,” Mika insists. “I don’t think Emery should have to do this alone.”

I nod in agreement and smile at Kaboom. “It’s fine. What can we do to help?”

Kaboom is too tired and weak to argue. He instructs us to stock the shelves and decorate the front table with some of their smaller pieces, and Mika and I get everything unloaded. Zahbi goes into the crowd to hand out free samples of their sparkles and firecrackers to drum up interest. Kaboom has taken a seat in the back of the booth, leaning back against the wall.

I approach him and kneel at his side, placing my hand on his knee. “If you don’t feel any better by tomorrow, I’ll come back and help you.”

“I owe you a dance, though,” he grumbles. 

I shake my head. “Not if you still feel this sick. You need to get better before you do anything.” Yes, I’ve been looking forward to a dance with Kaboom more than anything, but what I’m really looking forward to is him. 

“I made a promise I intend on keeping, Kisska,” he says firmly. “So don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure you get that dance.”

“I’m going to worry. You can’t make me do anything else,” I smile. “We can dance anytime. Your health is what matters.”

“I’ll tell you, that is the last time I will ever drink Rakshasa spirit,” he grumbles. “Never again. I doubt I could even stand the smell of it.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “I bet. Do you mind telling me what happened, or are the details too gory?”

He grimaces. “I know you see things with your job. Childbirth can’t be pretty. But the things that happened to us, I wouldn’t wish on my own worst enemy - although, I might wish for them to fall into it.” His grimace deepens and tenses the corners of his mouth. 

“Where are you staying tonight? I can come and help take care of you.” My face burns, almost prickling with heat. 

“A campsite near the cinnamon groves. But you don’t need to do anything. They’ll be celebrating the prince tonight, and you shouldn’t be held back to take care of my stupid mistakes.”

I bite my lip and slowly move my hand on his knee. “I won’t want to stay for the fireworks though. I’d rather be somewhere a little quieter than the palace. Besides, I still owe you for those horns.”

His flushed expression turns a deeper shade of red as he gives in. “That’s right.” He places his hand over mine on his knee. “I never expected to be paid in full, you know? I was just happy to help you.”

I giggle. “That’s no way to do business. You just buckle anytime a girl looks at you and bats her eyelashes?”

Kaboom’s smile brightens, and suddenly he doesn’t look as weak or tired. “When they’re as pretty as you, I do.”

The burn in my cheeks intensifies. “OK, that’s good.” I stand up and lay a quick kiss on his forehead. “You should all go and get some rest. Emery and Mika can handle the booth. I’ll be back later tonight.”

That evening, as the royal family is celebrating the birth of Chirayu, I sneak away and return to town, finding the campground where Kaboom and the others are staying. I eventually find Kaboom’s tent, which I recognize when I see some of his clothes hanging on the poles. “Can I come in?” I call out to him. I don’t hear anything, so I pull back the tent flap and peer inside. 

Kaboom is sleeping, completely naked save for a blanket around his waist. I struggle with whether to stay or leave. I told him I would come by, but I don’t want to disturb him if he’s resting. I decide to at least leave him the food I brought - a bone broth from the kitchen and some fresh bread that was just baked today. I’m setting the things inside when I hear him shifting on the bed. I glance behind me, seeing his body exposed. His broad chest and snowy white skin are completely on display for me. 

I bite down hard on my bottom lip. “I shouldn't be staring,” I scold myself. “He’s not feeling well! Be a grown-up about this.” I see his stomach rise and fall as he breathes. He has fine, pearly hair covering his lower torso and the widest part of his chest. It looks soft. He grumbles in his sleep, making a face and covering his eyes with his forearm. He kicks at the blanket, very nearly knocking it away from his groin before his leg goes still. I let out a heavy sigh of relief, and decide it’s best I leave.

“Who’s there?” he grumbles sleepily.

I turn from the tent door, seeing him propped up on his elbows. He looks as bleary as he did this morning on the boat. “It’s just me,” I say softly. “I left you some soup and bread. I thought it might make you feel better.” 

He rubs his eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

I step back into the tent. “You’re not feeling well. I understand.” I kneel beside his bed, seeing his hair is flattened to one side. “I just want you to get back to your former self.”

“I’m fine, really.” He starts to stand up, but quickly clutches the blanket over himself. “Shit, I must have stripped in my sleep again.”

I keep my eyes towards the ceiling. “I can leave if you want to get dressed.”

Kaboom flops back down into bed. “I just want to sleep. But I also want to see you.” He grunts as he drags his hand down his face. “I was looking forward to dancing with you, to enjoying the festival while holding your hand.”

“Festivals happen every year.” I sit back down beside the bed and hold his hand. “For me, you’re the important thing.”

“Yeah, but… I had a plan and everything, and now it’s all just daydreams.”

I move in closer. “No harm in sharing daydreams.”

Kaboom turns to look at me and places his hand on my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’ll save it. It may still happen.”

“You’re a little warm,” I murmur. I lean in, placing a soft kiss on his forehead and lingering so I can gauge his temperature. Kaboom places his hand on my back, moving it down as I pull away from the kiss. “Your forehead feels fine, but your hands feel quite warm.” I take hold of his hand, lacing my fingers with it. 

“Oh, that’s normal for me,” he chuckles. “My hands are always pretty warm.”

My eyes glide down his bare chest. “Is that why you strip in your sleep?”

Kaboom adjusts the blanket again. “Sometimes. But really, I just like the way sheets feel on my bare skin.”

I bite my lip again, wishing I was that lucky sheet. “Well, if you’re feeling up to it, I can feed you the bone broth.”

He takes in a slow, deliberate breath as he thinks. “I can try. Haven’t been able to eat anything solid since the Festival of Nectar.” He sits up, wrapping the blanket around his waist to keep it from slipping off.

I open the jar with the bone broth and offer it to him. He sips at it slowly, taking his time and making sure it doesn’t upset an already-sensitive stomach. I break off a small piece of the bread and hand it to him.

“Wish me luck.” He takes a bite, chasing it with the broth.

I take a nibble of the bread as he sips. Around us, I can hear music and conversation in the other tents - sighs and whispers, excited banter. The scent of the cinnamon grove tingles in my nose and reminds me of the sweet bread that my father would make on cold winter mornings. I glance back up at Kaboom, and see that some of the broth has dribbled down his chin onto his chest. He wipes it up with his fingertips, but in my mind I’ve planted kisses there.

“Let me try some more of that bread.” Kaboom holds his hand out.

I break him off a larger piece, and he takes a bite. “Feeling better?”

“A little. If I survive the night, we’ll know.”

I smile and dust crumbs from my lap. “Well, just tell me to scurry when you’re ready to go to bed.”

“What if I want you to stay?”

My face burns, almost as much as it did when I realized he was naked under that blanket. I peer into his ruby eyes, trying to find a hint of teasing, but he’s very serious. I clear my throat and  rub my knuckles against my cheek. “If you’re that ill, maybe I should make you see a doctor.”

“I just want the company,” he says. “I’ve been so excited to see you since we parted on the boat. It’s just nice being with you. I feel comfortable, even if I don’t feel my best.”

I stand up and look around. “Do you have a comb? I’ll brush your hair for you.”

He sighs. “That would be wonderful. In my bag, over there.”

I locate the bag and take out the comb, which looks hand-carved. I start at the ends of his hair again, combing out the rat’s nest that has formed over the last few days. I see the scar at the nape of his neck, and wonder how he got such a thing. 

“By the way,” he murmurs. “can I ask you a favor?”

“Hmm?” I lean over his shoulder slightly. “What is it?”

He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t mind when I’m called Kaboom, but maybe, when we’re together, you could call me by my name.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” I return to combing his hair. “What’s your name?”

“Kabelisis.” His voice is soft as he says it. 

“Kabelisis,” I whisper to him. “How did Kaboom come about?”

He chuckles. “My mother made bombs, so I think the nickname is self-explanatory.” His expression grows more serious. “But I think I also told you I wasn’t raised by my birth parents.”

“But you were raised by your parents.” I lay my hand on his shoulder. “Rogan isn’t my birth father, but he is my father no matter what anyone says. He’s the one who raised me, who loves me, and I’m certain the same goes for your mom and dad.” I slowly wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss the top of his head. 

Kaboom relaxes in my embrace and places his hand on my arm. “You know what’s strange? I feel so much better right now.”

“Sometimes a hug helps.” I nuzzle the top of his head. “Let me braid your hair for you. I’ll give you a proper one.” I make quick work of the braid, and once I do Kaboom turns and wraps his arms tight around me, placing his head on my shoulder. I sit with him, letting him rest in my arms.

Just like the night on that boat, we end up falling asleep without even realizing it. I wake in the morning tangled in his arms, warm despite the slight chill in the air. I snuggle closer to him, indulging in this bliss before I have to return to reality. Kaboom’s arm tightens around me, and he presses his nose into my hair.

“Good morning Kabelisis,” I whisper to him. “How do you feel?”

His lips press to my temple. “There’s a rock in my gut, but other than that I feel better than I have this past week.” He pulls the blanket up between us. “I meant to put on pants, but I guess we fell asleep a little fast.”

I sit up in the bed, stretching out my arms. Around us I can hear people waking and getting ready for the day. I look down at Kaboom - his smile is so sweet and pure, I can barely stand it. I lean down, placing a soft kiss against his lips.

“You ruined it,” he chuckles. “You absolutely ruined it.”

I smirk. “Ruined what?” 

He smooths his hand over my cheek, running his fingers through my hair. “Tonight, after we danced, during the celebration of the full moon, I was going to kiss you.”

“You still can. I won’t stop you.” I lean in again, meeting his kiss as his lips part. His hand trails down my arm as the kiss deepens.

“So,” I sigh as I manage to pull myself away, “you think you’ll feel like dancing tonight?”

“I think I can manage.” He sits up in bed and kisses me again, then winces and lays a hand on his stomach. “Might go a bit slow, though.”

That evening, I meet him at the firework booth. Susilo and Zahbi have been manning it, but Emery and Abasi are there now. As I approach in the new dress Tysh made for me, I see Kaboom standing at the front, showing some kids how to use a sparkler. He rises when he sees me, and his eyes go a little misty.

I smile up at him, fidgeting. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing,” he whispers. He shakes his head and approaches me, taking my hand. “I feel fine. I can’t stop looking at you.”

I  can barely contain myself. I want to jump up into his arms and kiss him all over. “Well, are you ready to dance?”

His face lights up, and he nods. “You bet.”

The Festival of Color was named in celebration of the many spices the Rakshasa make. Nowadays, they celebrate the bounty of the coming year by throwing colorful pigments during dances. The more color there is, the more produce the next year yields. As Kaboom and I dance, rainbows trail around us. Clouds of brilliant color swirl and dance with us as the music fills the air. My white dress becomes dyed by the pigments, while the treated lace remains a pristine white. Kaboom’s hair and skin become stained, taking on the brilliant colors all around us.

As the moon dance starts, Kaboom embraces me, pulling me up so he can kiss me just as promised. The music swells around us as my breath is taken away. I lean in for more kisses, wanting to be closer to him.

As we leave the festival, Kaboom looks over the multitude of colors on his skin. “I sure hope this washes off,” he chuckles.

I take hold of his hand. “My room at the palace has a bath. Why don’t you come with me, and I can scrub you down.” I can’t see it, but I know his face has gone a bright red, the same as mine. He squeezes my hand in silent agreement as I take us back to the palace. I lead him to my room, and then back to the bathroom. For a long moment, we stand still, but I make the first move and strip off my dress, hanging it aside as I stand before him.

Kaboom undresses, and both of us drink each other in. I lead him to the bath, making him sink into the warm water. The colors rinse off, with not a stain in sight. I still scrub his back and his hair, planting soft kisses all over his body.

Kaboom pulls me into the water so I am sitting in his lap. “Is it OK if I touch you?”

I nod then close my eyes as his hands move over my chest. His fingers cup my breasts, squeezing them gently, then move down to knead my hips and around my thighs. My heart is hammering fast in my excitement as his huge hands make putty of me. His lips trail down my neck and his soft moans flutter against my ear. 

“The water feels nice, doesn’t it?” Kaboom murmurs.

I whimper, nodding my head. I’m not thinking about the water at all. I’m thinking about his hands, his lips, his whole body pressed against mine. I reach back to touch his face, then turn my head to capture a kiss.

“Do you mind if I touch you more?” he purrs.

I have to catch my breath. “I’m not sure how, but you can touch me however you like.” 

Kaboom lifts me out of the water and carries me back to the bedroom. He lays me down on the blankets, kissing me as he snuggles up beside me. His kisses trail from my lips, down my chest until he’s at my breast. He presses his lips to my nipple, then his tongue. I close my eyes, wanting to feel everything. He sucks on my nipple while his fingers brush down my body to caress my mound. He moves slowly until I am cupped in the center of his palm.

“Kabelisis,” I whimper.

He lifts his head, kissing me as his fingers find purchase inside. I gasp, squeezing around his knuckles, and kiss him again, hugging my arms tight around him as he moves on top of me.

“Is this OK?” I pant. “Can we keep going?”

Kaboom kisses me as his fingers coax more fluid from me. They grow slick, spilling wetness onto the bed. “I won’t stop until you beg me.” He places himself between my thighs and his cock brushes against me.

My fingers graze the scar on the nape of his neck, and I feel him tremble. “I want you,” I moan. “Hurry. Inside.”

Kaboom kisses me, rubbing my clit. “You’re so wet.”

I whimper, arching my hips to feel him more. “I’m ready.”

The tip of his cock slips into place, and he slowly inches inside, pulling away to rub my clit. He goes further the next time, pulling out and circling my clit.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whine. “Please, I want you now!”

Kaboom kisses me. “I’m being careful with you,” he growls. “Be patient.” He eases inside again, the pad of his finger gently stroking my clit. I gasp, throwing my head back onto the bed. He’s thick, stretching my inner walls tight, but I want to feel nothing else.

He moves slowly, but I know it’s a tight fit for him. Both Unicorns and Orcs are known for their prowess. He rocks me gently, moving like the waves of an ocean even when coaxing torrents of pleasure from my body. My back arches, my vision blurs, and he still moves inside me. He takes his time, savouring every moment with me before he reaches his end. I can feel him deep within, and tremble as he kisses me. His lips trail down my skin, and he whispers to me as I fade into sleep.

In the morning I am still in his arms, resting against his wonderful body. I smile, kissing his fingertips as the morning light filters through the curtains. His lips press to my shoulder, and he nips the tip of my ear. “Good morning, Kisska.”

I roll over and meet those beautiful ruby eyes. “Good morning, Kabelisis. Sleep well?”

He kisses me. “I only dreamed of waking up to you.”

I brush the hair from his face and smile. “Is it a dream come true?”

“I sure hope so.”