Orc Boyfriend: Rogan Part Two (complete)

I have been in Obresh for two years now. Abor is growing up, and Kisska has become a wonderful big sister to him. I have also recently discovered that I am pregnant with baby number three, and Rogan has gone into nesting mode.

When I tell him about the pregnancy, he gets to work adding on to our home. Our cabin is enough for the four of us, but with baby number three on the way, Rogan knows that when our kids grow up, they will be big and need their own spaces. 

Cold weather is fast approaching, and Rogan doesn’t want to waste any time, so he has been working extra hard on getting the new addition ready. Meanwhile, since Kisska has turned four, she is attending lessons with the other children of Obresh. Each morning I make breakfast for the family, then take Kisska to school for the day. Then I head to work, leaving Abor with either his father or one of the elders of Obresh. 

Sometimes during the afternoon I like to go home to make sure Rogan is resting or has had something to eat. He has a tendency to overwork himself and not complain about it. I know he’s hurt his shoulder somehow, but he has yet to confess to any sort of pain.

“You don’t need to keep checking up on me,” Rogan says as I approach the house. He’s leaning on the outer wall, watching Abor roll around in the grass.

“I wanted to come home for lunch,” I say with a smirk. “Who said anything about checking up on you?” I kiss him on the cheek before going over to Abor, who has become mesmerized by a grasshopper weaving through the grass.

“I was getting ready to put him down for his nap,” Rogan says. “He finished his oatmeal, so his belly should be full.”

“So then the house will be quiet.” I give him a devious smirk.

Rogan’s brow arches and his lips curl into a similar smile. “Get yourself something to eat and I’ll put him down.”

“You’re my snack,” I wink.

Rogan takes Abor inside to put him down. Kisska always hated naps, or even just going to bed, but Abor loves them, especially when his father tucks him in. It won’t take long, so I head to the bedroom, I strip off my clothes and crawl under the covers. There’s already a chill in the air, and the elders have been speaking about an early frost.

As Rogan comes into the bedroom he takes off his sweater and tosses it aside. “I should be working. You’re a horrible distraction.”

“Hurry up and get under the blanket. It's cold.” I open the quilt for him and he slides underneath. His hand rests on my stomach as he kisses me. It’s barely three months in, and already he’s attentive as always.

“You feel nice and warm, though,” Rogan chuckles. His lips graze down my neck until his sharp teeth brush my shoulder. 

“It’s been a long time,” I whisper. “We haven’t been intimate since this new one started growing.” I hook my leg around his waist to tug him forward. 

“I know. The babes have wanted to sleep with us as of late.” He starts to prop himself up on his hands and winces.

I frown, knowing his shoulder is bothering him. He tries to rebalance, but has a hard time. I push him down, making him lie on his stomach.

“What’re you doing, Katana?” he scoffs. “Get off me, this ain’t how it works.”

I press the heel of my hand to his shoulder, and he buries his face into the pillows to silence a cry of pain. “You hurt yourself.”

“It’s fine,” he growls.

“No it’s not! You keep pushing yourself and you’re making it worse.” I rub my hands against his back, using techniques my grandmother taught me.

Rogan grunts. “It hurts.”

“It’s supposed to,” I huff. 

Rogan lets out a low moan. “I can feel your hot slit on my lower back,” he laughs. “But then you keep punching me.”

I scoff. “I am not punching you.” I dip down to give him a kiss at the nape of his neck. “Be a good boy for me and I’ll massage everything that hurts.”

A rumbly purr leaves his lips. “Everything, eh?”

I reach back, playfully pinching his ass. “Let me work.”

“It’s starting to feel nice,” he sighs after a while. “All warm, like I’m sinking into a bath.” He reaches back, stroking his hand across my leg. “You take far too good care of me.”

“You do the same for me and the babes.” I lean forward, kissing his neck and down his back. As I trail my hands down his sides, Rogan moans out loud.

“That feels too good, love,” he grunts.

I chuckle, sitting beside him as he rolls over. “It’ll get better in a moment.” I kiss his belly, which has gotten a bit softer since we first met. He says my cooking is too good, but I like the bit of paunch. I knead his inner thigh, moving my hand up until I’m cupping his balls in my palm.

“Katana,” he growls.

I lick the tip of his cock, dragging my tongue down his shaft. As I raise my eyes to look at him, I see the obvious pleasure on his face. I love him so much, I’m not sure what I would do without him.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” I sit up and straddle his leg. “You’re having a rather spoiled afternoon.” I take my hair down, letting it fall around me.

Rogan stares at his favorite vision, and then he cannot keep his hands off me. He sits up, grabbing me around my waist as his mouth sinks around my breast. I grind myself against his skin, feeling the heat inside grow from the friction. 

“You’re in for it now,” he whispers into my ear. He moves me, sitting me on his cock so our bodies are pressed together. 

I bite his chest as his cock slips inside. “Aren’t I always?” I pant.

Rogan bounces me in his lap, keeping a firm hold around my waist. His eyes focus on my breasts as they sway. They’ve nearly doubled in size from pregnancies. He grinds himself deep, slowly moving us.

After we’ve both come and we’re snuggled up in bed together, Rogan rubs my belly gently. “Have you a wish for them?” I ask.

“Same as with Abor,” he whispers. “I just want them to be happy.”

“No warriors or future legends?” I giggle.

Rogan kisses my cheek. “It would be nice. But that is their fate to decide.” He lays his cheek on my belly. “If they follow your footsteps or mine, it doesn't matter to me.”

“Kisska should be coming home soon,” I sigh. “Erda said she’d walk her home.”

“I’ve lost so much time then,” he grunts. “I need to get the addition done before this early frost.”

I run my fingers along his scalp and through his hair. “Then why not ask someone to come and help you? Like Larek, or even Erda and Marlo?”

“I can do it on my own,” Rogan huffs. He sits up in bed and looks down at me. “I’m fine. You do not need to worry.”

“Yes I do.” I rise up from the bed as well. “I will worry, and I will always worry because I love you and your children love you. We need you around for a good, long time.”

“A house won’t kill me,” Rogan grumbles.

“No, but it can hurt you. It already has.” I take hold of his arm. “Don’t push yourself and make things worse! Ask for help, please. I’m begging you.”

Rogan strokes his fingers down my torso. “How dare you ask me for things when you look like this? You know I cannot tell you no.”

I sit up more, kissing him. “I know.”

We get dressed just in time for Erda to drop Kisska off. Erda comes inside for a moment, while her son and Kisska play in the yard.

“The teacher told me something today,” she says in a hushed voice. “A stranger came to the school today and talked to Kisska.”

I notice Rogan visibly bristle, and I move to the edge of my seat. “Who was it? Did anyone find out?”

Erda furrows her brow. “When the teacher approached, the man ran away. Kisska said the man kept asking her about her mother.”

Rogan takes hold of my hand and squeezes it tight. “What else did he say?”

The expression on Erda’s face is bleak. She stared between the two of us for a long moment as she gathers her nerves. “Kisska told me the man claimed to be her father, and he said he had been looking for her all over.”

“Harker.” I grip Rogan’s hand even tighter. “Where is he? Did anyone see where he went?” I blurt out my questions loud enough that Abor starts to wake.

Erda shakes her head. “He went away as soon as the teacher approached. I don’t think anyone saw where he went.”

I turn to Rogan, slightly panicked. He gives me a stern, reassuring look. “I’ll alert the elders, and I will go with Kisska to school tomorrow. You stay home with Abor, and I’ll have someone come to the house.”

After we call Kisska in, we sit her down to talk with her. She seems to have a guilty expression, but then again she could have just been spooked by the incident.

“Kisska, the man that talked to you today - what do you remember about him?” I ask her gently.

“He seemed nice, but I didn’t like him that much,” she murmurs. “He kept asking me where you were, Mama. He asked and asked and I got scared. When I cried he told me he looked for me and he found me. He said he’d take me home.”

“You stay away from that man,” Rogan tells her. “If you see him again you run to the nearest adult your trust. The bigger the better.”

Kisska blinks a few times as tears roll down her cheeks. “He said he was my papa. But you’re my papa. I started crying more ‘cause I didn’t understand.”

Rogan picks her up into his arms and holds her tight. “I am your papa. No one else.”

“I know,” she murmurs into his shoulder. Her arms wrap around his neck as tightly as they can.

That evening, after we put the kids to bed, Rogan and I stay up in the kitchen. I am still in shock. After all this time Harker suddenly decides to come after me. I am terrified he will do something cruel, something to hurt me. I fear he will take Kisska away from me, but I know I am in the safest place. Obresh is full of good people, people who know Kisska and I, people who love us. I know Kisska will be safe, but the fear is somehow stronger than that comfort of knowing.

Rogan takes hold of my hand, pulling it away from my mouth as I chew my nails. He brushes my hair away from my face and brings me close so I can rest my head on his chest.

“Nothing bad will happen,” he says. “Nothing to us. He will be a spot on the dirt if he ever tries to come near Kisska again.”

I nuzzle his chest and put my arms around his waist. “It’s been two years. Why now?” I close my eyes. “Why has he come out of the past now?”

“I cannot say,” Rogan whispers to me. He comfortingly rubs my back. “All I can do is reassure you that I will protect our family. Kisska will be safe. She will never leave our hands. And I will have words with this Harker.”

“It’s bad enough I had to meet him,” I grumble. “Please, I beg you, he is not worth your time. Do not lower yourself to his level.” I touch his face, cupping his cheek in my palm. “He isn’t worth it.”

“He may not be worth it,” Rogan growls, “but he has crossed the line. He made my child cry, he’s hurt you, and the only thing I owe him is that because of him I have my family.”

I kiss him, pulling him down to press my lips against his. “That’s right,” I whisper. “Your family, not his.” I smile at him. “I suppose I do owe him for that as well.”

“You won’t have to see him again if I have my way,” Rogan smirks. 

“I can’t sleep,” a small voice calls to us from the doorway. Looking down, I see Kisska standing there, her hair mussed from tossing and turning. 

Rogan scoops her up. “You want to sleep with us, then?”

Kisska lays down on his shoulder and nods pitifully. “I’m scared.”

“Scared of what, baby?” I coo to her.

As we crawl in bed together, Kisska curls up in my arms. “That man. He said he’d take me home.”

“He won’t,” Rogan growls. “Your papa will protect you no matter what. He’ll have to cut my arm off before he gets ahold of you.”

“Don’t,” Kisska whimpers.

I hold her tight and stroke her hair. “Your Papa is saying he will do anything to protect you. Don’t worry. Your Mama and Papa will always protect you.”

Kisska soon falls asleep, and Abor joins us. We curl up together, safe and warm in bed. Come morning, Rogan decides to go into town himself, leaving me with the children. Erda comes by with her son to help keep an extra eye on things. 

“I think things will be fine,” I insist to her. “I’m more angry than anything.” I look down at Kisska, who is hiding under the table. “When I left, I was intent on never seeing that man again.”

“And you won’t have to,” Eldra scoffs. “Rogan and the elders will take care of him. If his intent is to do something towards you or anyone in your family, they’ll put a stop to it.”

“I hope so.” I glance towards the window, fearing I will see Harker’s face appear beyond the glass. He tried to make me and my family a mockery by marrying me and making me into a baby mill.

Eventually, Erda has to go home, and leaves me and the kids alone for awhile until Rogan gets home. I decide to busy myself by cleaning and getting dinner ready. As I get something into the oven I hear a clatter from the other room.

“Kisska?” I call out, but I hear no reply. I furrow my brow at the quiet. Both Abor and Kisska had just been playing hide and seek, and they were giggling like crazy. I step towards the door. “Kisska! What was that noise?”

Abor screams, and I rush in. I see Harker standing there, holding Abor by the nape of his neck, with Kisska tucked under his other arm. I’ve never felt such a rush of fear and anger flow through me before. As my baby screams I rush forward, fighting to grab my son. I get him into my hands, but Harker strikes me across the face. I turn to protect Abor, nearly hitting the floor but managing to drop to my knees.

“Mama!” Kisska is sobbing.

“You thought you could take my child away from me?” Harker laughs. “You thought you could run away and hide amongst the monsters and I wouldn’t sniff you out? Wasn’t hard to put two and two together, when even these creatures were bragging about some miracle-worker bringing their ilk into the world.” He chuckles down at me as my nose begins to bleed. 

“Look at you.” His eyes narrow. “Look at that thing you’re holding.” He points to Abor. “You actually let one of those things touch you? Plant its vile seed in you?”

I cling to Abor. “Let her go, Harker! She isn’t yours anymore! If you take her, you’ll wish I’d killed you that night I left!”

Harker sneers. “She’s mine. You cannot erase that fact, Katana. And technically, you’re still mine too.”

“Give me back my child!” I roar at him.

Harker shakes his head. “I gave you back yours,” he growls. “I have mine.”

“Mama! Please! Don’t let him take me,” Kisska cries. 

I try to stand up, but he knocks me down again. I keep Abor close to me, afraid to let go of him. 

“Mama!” Kisska screams agan as Harker heads to the door.

“Please!” I beg him. “Please do not take her from me!”

Harker ignores me, leaving the house and slamming the door behind him. I place Abor in his crib and go to chase Harker. Once I’m outside, Kisska runs up to me, grabbing my legs.

“Oh, my god!” I grab her up and cling tight to her. I kiss her all over while she sobs. 

“Papa,” Kisska whimpers.

I look up. Rogan has Harker held on the ground and is beating him into paste. Harker is crying and begging, much like Kisska and I were. I quickly take Kisska inside and tell her to stay with Abor. I rush back outside, stilling Rogan’s fists.

“That’s enough!” I command him. 

Rogan glares down at him. “My baby was crying! He had my baby!”

“I know,” I whisper to him. “Rogan, I know. Go inside,” I whisper to him. “Your children need you right now. Wash off your fists and go tend to Kisska. I’ll finish him.”

Rogan turns his stare at me. Tears are in his eyes. “You’re bleeding.” He touches my face and wipes away the blood from my lip. His own lip curls over his tusks as a growl rises in his throat.

“You hit my wife!” He raises his fists to strike Harker again.

Harker screams like a banshee, pitifully crying for his life. Rogan brings down his fists on either side of Harker’s head, letting him snivel and sob before he stands.

“You are lucky she holds a power over me,” Rogan hisses in his face. He gets up and kisses the top of my head before going back inside our home.

The elders come forward around, and Larek kneels beside me. “What do you wish us to do with him, Katana?”

Harker is sobbing on the ground, his once beautiful face bloodied and dented. I glance to Larek then hold out my hand. “Give me your blade.”

Larek places the heavy dagger in my palm and  have to hold it with both hands. I move the blade over Harker’s chest and drag it down to his groin.

“I’ve circumcised many a child, Harker,” I snarl at him. “I could do you too, but with this blade it would be messy.”

His words are indistinguishable. I can’t understand him, and I don’t know if it’s because of how much he’s crying or because Rogan beat him that bad. 

I jab the blade to where his nuts are and he screams. “If I ever see your face again, it won’t just be my husband who is set upon you. You’re lucky.” I take the dagger away. “But you won’t be next time.”

I hand Larek back his dagger while the elders drag Harker away. I run back into the house, finding Rogan huddled on the floor and holding both his babies. 

“What did you do to him?” Rogan whispers to me.

I shake my head, joining in on the embrace. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” I snuggle up with my children, laying on Rogan’s chest as they nestle against mine. “He won’t be coming back. I promise.”

Rogan kisses my cheek. “I’m going to regret not killing him.”

“It’s better he lives with fear, my love,” I tell him. “Hopefully he will learn.”

Rogan smirks. “Gods, do I love you.”

We returned to our lives, and though Kisska continues to be fearful for a while, she eventually realizes how safe she is. I am starting to show, and Rogan can’t keep his hands off me.

“There is no more beautiful sight,” he whispers one evening while we shared a bath.

Kisska and Abor were washed tucked into bed, where they snore tranquilly. Rogan and I take the chance to use the remaining hot water and relax together. I sit in his lap in the tub, a feat in itself since he is so big.

His hands wrap around my belly, holding it like his most precious treasure. “Seeing this belly grow fills me with pride.”

I chuckle softly and lay back against him. “Gawla gave me a prediction,” I whisper to him. I lean back, kissing the side of his neck.

“And what did she say?” Rogan smirks. “She’s getting daft in her old age. Remember how she said Abor would be a duck?”

“He does quack a lot,” I laugh. “But no, she said she could not make a prediction as the two of them would not remain still.”

Rogan’s eyes go wide. “Two of them?”

“Two,” I say with a nod. “You’re gonna have to be extra proud this time around, Papa. I also may have to go on bed rest if they were anything like Abor was.”

Rogan hugs me tight, burying his face in the curve of my neck. “You miracle, you goddess,” he growls. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

I turn in his lap, kissing him as I press my belly to his chest. “I think the same thing daily about you, my love,” I whisper.

Rogan grins, kissing me over and over. Once the water gets cold, we go to bed where we quietly make love, possibly for the last time until the new babies arrive. In the morning, the kids crawl into bed with us as a storm rumbles outside.

“Are you happy here?” Rogan asks softly. “Is this what you wanted when you escaped Harker?”

I smile at him. “I had no idea what I wanted then. I just wanted to leave him behind.” I run my fingers through Kisska’s hair. “But I am very happy,” I tell him. “Remarkably so.”