Orc Boyfriend: Thilo (complete)

The village you live in is home to a tribe of Northern Orcs. The Polar can be a harsh place to live, so having a close-knit community is the key to survival. The Orcs are a major source of meat and furs for the entire village, and your father has done trade with them for ages. His garden of onions and garlic do well with the Orcs, who enjoy their flavor. You have kept up the tradition, trading garlic bulbs for cured meats, and your biggest onions for new furs.

Most people in the Polar are born big as it is, and extra weight is seen as attractive, even a sign of wealth. It is no wonder the Orcs melded so well with Polar folk. Orcs are seen as the highest standard of beauty for Polar folk, big, thick, and hairy, and the ultimate prize to marry. You yourself have been courted by several Orc men, but you’ve turned them down each time. Your taste varies from the norm in the Polar. 

The Orcs like you because you are quite tall with an ample bosom, soft belly, thick hips and ass. Your hourglass figure mingled with a strength you build from gardening has made you an attractive asset to both Orcs and the men of the village.

Amongst them is a young Orc named Thilo, who you often do business with. The unfortunate thing is that, unlike the others, he was born small, and therefore shunned and all but exiled from the tribe. If it were not for some of the people in the village, Thilo would have died. But with their help, he has become an apt fisherman and trap maker, and raises chickens for their eggs, creating a barn that is so well-insulated the chickens produce all year. 

You enjoy doing business with Thilo, and you like the way he takes care of his chickens. He talks to them kindly and tends to them as if they were more like beloved pets than farm animals. You found him out of sorts one day, only to learn that one of his favorite hens had died and he was in mourning. To you, that was much more attractive than an arm that had been bulked into an oak trunk by swinging an axe.

Thilo is tiny compared to his brethren, thin and lithe, and dare you even say petite? He is short, too, barely coming up to your shoulder. He looks like a child compared to other Orcs, even though he is full grown. He keeps his hair long and sleek, braiding it and clipping it close to the sides of his head so it stays out of his way. His tusks curve further out from his mouth than most, looking almost like the tusks of a Behemoth. He isn’t hairy like the other orcs either - in fact he is quite smooth, and what hair he has is fine and near-invisible. 

Thilo is defensive, and you can’t blame him. All his life he was put down, shoved around, and made to feel like a freak. He had a shield raised at all times and lived with a chip on his shoulder. You flirt with him often, but he always treats it as an insult, so you start to compliment him often. This seems to work, and he likes it when he flatter his chickens, or compliment his hard work. Otherwise, he takes your flirtatious remarks as a way to tease him or humiliate him.

One afternoon while you are out getting coffee beans from the grocer, you are cornered on the street by the Engo brothers, twin Orc boys whose father is the leader of their tribe. They both have their eyes set on you, thinking you would be perfect for bearing their future children.

“Looking sweeter than cream today,” Elk says with a smirk.

“Would you favor us with a nibble?” Onk laughs along.

You frown up at them, clicking your tongue dismissively. “I am all out of nibbles for today,” you reply. “In fact, I have never had a nibble for either of you. So if you please, I am in quite a rush.”

Elk’s big hand claps down on your ass, and you cry out in shock. “Hey!” You slap his arm away. “Just what do you think you’re doing? I know you Orc boys are raised better than that!”

“Oh, come on now, sweetie,” Onk pulls you in close. “We’re just having a little fun, no harm done.”

“There will be harm to pay if you do not let go of me!” You beat against his thick, hairy arm. “You’re lucky I don’t have my nails done, or else I would be ripping your flesh and rendering your fat for soap!”

Onk’s hand rests on your ass, giving it a greedy squeeze. You slap him across the face and continue to try to wriggle free, but Elk is blocking your escape route. As Elk chuckles, an egg strikes him in the head, breaking and covering him in yolk. He grunts, turning to see Thilo standing behind him.

“Get your filthy hands off the lady!” Thilo snarls at him.

“And what are you going to do about it, runt?” Elk shouts at Thilo while stomping his foot. 

Thilo just glares up at him. “I haven’t decided yet.” He chucks another egg that hits Elk right between the eyes.

Onk shoves you aside and you topple into a pile of gray snow. “You’re gonna pay for that, runt!” he snarls.

“Come up with your own insults, I’ve heard that one.” Thilo tosses another egg that nearly gets into Onk’s mouth.

You stand up just as Elk swings. Thilo dodges him, but catches Onk’s fist in the back of his head. He hits the cold ground with a sickening thud. The brothers surround him, pummeling him with his own eggs and smearing him into the dirt.

“Stop it!” You blindly fight your way between them, placing yourself on top of Thilo. “Stop it! Stop it!” you roar at them. “What point are you trying to fucking prove?”

Elk spits on the ground. “Come on Onk, let’s get out of here. If she likes slimy little pipsqueaks so much, she can have what’s left.”

“Yeah,” Onk chortles as he follows after his brother.

“That’s not a nice thing to say about your own dicks!” you roar after them.

Thilo groans, holding his hand over his face. “Good one.” His nose is bleeding, and his right eye is starting to swell badly.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say to him. “Come on, I’ll get you taken care of.”

“You don’t have-” he tries to step aside, but wobbles and nearly topples over.

You catch him and his face nestles on your soft, warm breast. “I’m not leaving you alone!” you huff at him. “The least I can do is make sure you’re able to survive the night.”

“Wasn’t that bad,” Thilo sighs contentedly as his cheek sink into your bosom.

You take him to your house, where you clean his wounds and get him bandaged up. You pour him a hot bath so he can wash the mud, blood, and egg from his hair. You toss in a fistful of healing salts as well for his bruises.

“I’ll make you something nice and hot to eat.” you tell him as you lead him into the bathroom.

Thilo scowls at you, his right eye almost swollen shut. “I don’t need you to take care of me. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m certain you can, but I want to repay you for standing up for me.” You give him a sweet smile. “So get undressed and have yourself a long soak. I’ll make you a nice hot meal.”

Thilo glares at you, but his cheeks turn a darker shade of green. He starts to remove his clothes but you see him wince in pain. He gets his shirt off and you see the scars of lashes covering his back. When he strips away his pants you can see the long scars striped across the back of his legs as well. He’s thin for certain, but there is lean muscle that ripples his back and arms. You don’t mean to stare, but you have the urge to kiss every single scar.

“What?” Thilo hisses at you, placing his clothes between you to cover himself. 

You gasp and look up into his dark brown eyes. “I was just…” your see the flutter of his stomach and feel an ache in your loins. “Just making sure you didn’t have any other injuries I could take care of.”

Thilo cocks a brow at you, snarling under his breath. “I’m fine. Go on and get going.” He steps towards the tub as you walk away.

As you walk back into the kitchen you clutch your hand over your chest and bite down on the smile growing on your face. Vicious little Thilo is more attractive than you had originally assessed. 

You set dinner into the oven to keep it hot after everything is done. You then go back towards the tub, peeking around the door to see Thilo lounging in the basin. He is leaned back, eyes closed and his long, lovely hair cascading down over the rim of the tub. 

Thilo moans softly and you stand at attention, holding your breath as his voice picks up. The water sloshes as Thilo’s hand pumps up and down. He grunts, chewing his bottom lip as he tries to keep his voice from getting loud. 

You pinch your thighs together, growing warmer as you watch him. You step into the room and clear your throat. “Dinner is ready,” you say to him.

Thilo sits up in the water with a start, his eyes snapping open and his brows instantly pinching. “Oh shit,” he growls. “I can’t stay.” He rises up in the water, stopping when he sees you standing there. “Do you mind?” he yells.

“What do you mean you can’t stay?” you pout slightly and walk into the room.

“I have to go take care of my chickens,” he huffs at you. “Now get out of here!” He waves his hand, trying to shoo you away, then sinks back into the tub as you come up beside it. Most Orcs are not modest. They enjoy showing off their bodies when they can. Thilo obviously doesn’t have this trait.

“We can take dinner to your house if you want.” You reach into the tub, sinking your hand under the warm water. “If you don’t mind me staying the night.”

“I, uh-” Thilo’s eyes flutter as your fingers skim down his stomach. “What are you-” he relaxes more in the water. “What the hell are you doing, lady?”

You smirk as you find his hard cock and brush your fingers towards the tip. You lean in, kissing his temple and cheek. You kiss his ear, swirling your tongue inside while the tip twitches.

“You’re fucking weird,” Thilo moans, a drop of drool clinging to his lip.

“You’re so thick,” you moan into his ear as you grasp your hand around his shaft. “I can barely get my hand around you.”

“Shit,” Thilo gasps, his hips jerking. “Lady, seriously-” His teeth chomp down on his bottom lip.

“I bet you could give anyone the ride of their lives with this.” You give him an extra tight squeeze and Thilo’s mouth hangs open. “Mmm,” you moan for him. “I can’t imagine how nice and snug you’d feel inside a hot, wet, cunt.”

“Hey,” he slurs. “You’re not-don’t-” He looks up at you with angry dazed eyes. 

You let your fingers trail down, gently kneading his sack. “I bet your cum is thick and hot.” You lick up his neck and kiss his cheek again. “It must feel good dribbling out of a pussy, especially after your thick, hard cock has fucked it.”

“Yes,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Please.”

“Please?” you giggle. 

“Let it be yours, I want yours, ah-” he surges and the water in the tub gets cloudy. “Oh fuck!” he growls. He continues to pulse in your palm, still cumming for you.

You lick his lips and press a warm kiss there. “You want me?” you ask with a smug smirk.

Seeming to return to his senses, Thilo’s brow pinches and he huffs. “Listen I need to go! I need to make sure my chickens are okay.” He gets out of the tub, reaching for his clothes. His cock is still hard and dribbling cum onto the floor.

“Hey,” you grab him by the elbow. “Let me send you home with the food I made.”

Thilo won’t even look you in the eye. “I think you’ve done enough damage!”

You kiss his shoulder and back, gently caressing your fingers down his spine. “I don’t think I’ve done enough yet,” you tease him. “Not until I wake up in bed, sore and full of your cum.”

Thilo whips around, his eyes dazed and his face dark from blushing. “Hey now!” he barks. “Just what the hell are you trying to do? Embarrass me? Tease me?”

“No,” you gasp. “I’ve just- I thought you-” You cup your hand over your mouth. “I really like you, Thilo.”

“Nobody likes me!” Thilo barks. “Especially not someone like you!” He looks at me, angry and cornered on his own. “You’re like them! You just want to make fun of me!”

You shake your head. “No, no I don’t.” You gasp. “I would never do anything like that to you, Thilo, I swear.”

“Then what the hell is wrong with you?” he roars at you.

You cusp his face between your palms and kiss him, dipping your head down to reach him. Thilo’s tusks get in the way, but you are able to make the kiss last. Thilo moans softly, his lids fluttering as they open again.

“I have always thought you were the best of the bunch,” you murmur. 

Thilo gulps and licks his lips. “You could literally have anyone in the whole village. You’re perfect. You’re soft and warm and sweet. You’re so beautiful, I-” His voice trails off as you undo the laces of your blouse. You tug down your bodice, exposing your breasts to him. Your nipples are soft and puffy, their darkness taking up much of your breast.

“I’m dead, that must be it,” Thilo whimpers.

You squeeze your breasts in your hands. “Do you like them?”

“More than anything.” Thilo has become hypnotized.

You close your blouse around you again. “Then get dressed,” you say with a smirk, knowing you’ve finally got his attention. 

“Huh?” Thilo is unceremoniously snapped back into reality.

You giggle. “I’ll pack up dinner and you get dressed. You have to take care of your chickens, right?”

“Oh right,” he grimaces. “Fine!”

You happily fix your clothes up and go into the kitchen, placing the meal into a basket. Thilo comes out soon after, and the two of you go to his home.

It begins to snow as you make your way there. At one point, Thilo reaches out and takes hold of your hand. “The ground is slippery. I don’t want you whining if you should fall.” He glances up at you, then bashfully looks away. “I don’t care or anything, really. I just don’t care to hear your whimpers all night.”

You squeeze his hand. “I understand.”

When you reach his house the snow is coming down thick and fast. You are a bit excited; you could be trapped with Thilo for a while.

“I’ve got to take care of the chickens,” Thilo huffs. “The kitchen is over there, and don’t go snooping around while I’m not around! It’s weird enough that you even want to be here.”

You kiss his cheek before he goes. “Hurry back. It’s cold and you have warm hands.”

Thilo’s face scrunches up as he wobbles between keeping up appearances and swooning. “Stop doing that!” he grumbles weakly, stomping away towards the door.

While he tends to his chickens, you get dinner set back up. Luckily, everything is still hot. When Thilo comes back inside, he shakes the snow from his clothes, then looks up at you in awe. He hesitantly approaches the table, looking over the meal you’ve made.

“Do you not like it?” You brush snow from his hair and touch his cold cheek.

“No, it’s not that.” He glances up at you, his eye still swollen. “It’s just… I’m still not certain.” He grimaces. “I’ve been tricked before.” Thilo sits down, hanging his head.

You smooth his hair back and kiss his forehead. “I promise, I am not trying to do that to you. Whoever has before is cruel and deserves to have their ass packed with ice.”

Thilo chuckles, smirking smugly. “So someone like you really wants a runt like me?”

I grin. “You’re not a runt where it counts.” You palm the front of his pants. “And I bet in bed you’re a giant.”

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” Thilo growls.

You lick your lips as he watches. “Eat your dinner, you’ll need the energy to fight me off.” You stand up and take your seat across from him at the table.

Thilo cleans his plate and finishes off the rest of the food. His eyes look dark the entire time, and when he’s done he watches you as you finish off your meal. Once you’re done eating, you start clearing the table in silence. Thilo stands behind you, capturing your hips in his hands. You lean back, rubbing your ass to his front. Thilo snarls, sounding vicious and angry. You rub against the hard ridge in his pants and bite your lip to keep a smug smile from growing.

“Go ahead,” your purr to him. “You can push up my skirts if you like. I don’t mind if you want to smack my ass.”

“You didn’t like it when Onk and Elk did it,” Thilo grumbles as his hands go under your skirt. 

“This is different. I want you to.” You brace your hands on the table as Thilo’s hands grasp your thighs and move up to your cheeks. His fingers dig in, squeezing and then letting go. He gasps softly and ruts the bulge in his pants to your thigh.

“Making sure I’m not going to do anything?” you giggle.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you,” Thilo groans. “To see how soft you were.”

You open up your blouse again and turn around. You then coax Thilo between your breasts. His hands squeeze them while he licks and nibbles. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hungrily before swirling his tongue around the hardened peak.

“What a good little mouth you have,” you whimper. Your fingers tangle in his hair and your nails drag down his scalp. You gasp out loud as his sharp teeth nip at your skin. 

Thilo’s eyes flick up to yours as his red tongue swirls around your nipple. “I can’t believe I get to do this.”

“I’m glad it’s you,” you moan. “Aside from some fooling around in my youth I’ve been waiting to give myself to someone special.”

Thilo’s mouth hangs open while his expression goes blank. “What?”

You giggle gently. “I’ve been waiting for you to come around Thilo.” You lick your lips. “Take me to bed, I can’t wait any longer.”

Thilo snatches your hand, dragging you to his bedroom and coming to a halt inside. He looks up at you, and you know to take control.

You strip away the rest of your clothes, standing naked before him. “I don’t mind if you want to keep your clothes on, but I would love to feel my skin touching yours.”

“But I’m not-” 

You silence Thilo, pressing a finger to his lips. “I want to lick every inch of you,” you moan into his ear. “Take your clothes off.”

Thilo’s hands tremble as he removes his tunic and leggings. His cock is already hard, drooping from the weight of it. You’ve seen quite a few in your life, but Thilo’s is the most impressive by far. It’s so thick, and the length is nothing to turn your nose up at. You’ve done pretty much everything, save for having full on sex. Lots of heavy petting, fingering, and the like. But you were waiting for something special. You were waiting for Thilo.

You lay down on the bed, spreading your legs so your mound is exposed. Using your fingers your open yourself up, showing him your plump labia and pronounced clit. Your thighs are already slick from your need, and your wetness continues to grow.

Thilo’s one good eye widens, and he stops breathing for a moment.

You slick your fingers inside you while he watches, moaning then whimpering. “Come closer.”

Thilo crawls up onto the bed. He places his hand on your belly, then moves his fingers down. You guide him, letting two of his fingers ease inside while his thumb rubs your clit. You moan loudly and Thilo flinches.

“It’s so hot,” he pants. “So wet.” He bites his bottom lip, stroking his cock as his fingers move inside you.

“Your cock,” you moan. “Your thick, amazing cock. Anh-” You throw your head back. “Please! I want it.”

Thilo moves into place, trembling slightly as his cock slides along your slit. You reach down, guiding him into place. He pushes forward, slipping into place suddenly and hard.

“Easy,” you huff. “Easy.” You smirk up at him. “Gods, you feel so good,” you mewl. “You’re stretching me so much.”

“A-am I?” Thilo moans, his hands pressed to your thighs for balance. 

“I love how you feel inside me,” you coo. “So big, so hot. It’s perfect.” You stroke your hand down his chest. “I love seeing you on top of me. You look so powerful.”

Thilo’s hips jerk and he surges deeper inside you. He starts to move, unsure at first. He tries to move steadily, but he’s obviously eager.

You coax him down, kissing him as his hips jerk. “Slow,” you moan. “Mmm, like that.” You claw your nails down his back and grope his ass. “You feel so good, so big.”

“I’m big,” he snarls. He starts to go harder, faster.

“Yes!” you cry out. “Oh, gods!” You giggle and look into his eyes. “Don’t stop, I love having you inside me.”

Thilo is struggling, you can tell he’s wavering.

“I can’t wait to have your cum inside me,” you whisper to him. 

Thilo roars, his whole body surging and trembling. You whimper as a crackling heat goes up your spine. Your toes curl and your fingers tangle in Thilo’s hair. You thrust your head back, crying out as Thilo’s cock throbs and floods you.

Thilo flops, going limp and laying his head on your breasts. You whimper and sigh, stroking down his scarred back as both of you rest and relax.

After a while, Thilo sits up, his expression soft and uncertain. He looks down, seeing his seed spilling from inside you.

“Did you enjoy it?” you purr happily.

Thilo grows shy and glances away.

“I enjoyed you,” you sigh. “I’m excited for another round.”

Thilo glances back at you. “You really… want me?”

You sit up, kissing him softly. “Why else would I be here?” You tuck your hair behind your ear. “How much more obvious do I need to make it?”

Thilo frowns. “I like you too,” he grumbles. “In fact, I’ve loved you ever since I first saw you.”

You pull him down into bed, cuddling up with him. “I’m glad,” you whisper. “So, what shall we do now?”

Thilo smirks. “We’re snowed in, so I’m going to take advantage of having you all to myself.” He climbs back on top of you. “I can’t wait to tell Onk and Elk you’re pregnant with my baby.”

You giggle and latch your legs around his waist. “I hope you intend to make me an honest woman, Thilo.”

Thilo dips down, meeting your kiss. “I intend to make you a happy woman.” His cock slides against your slit again. 

You wrap your arms around him, taking his affection eagerly. Thilo barely lets you leave the bed, taking care of your every need as long as you promise to remain naked. Once the snow has stopped he helps you get home, but you aren’t there for long. Soon after you move in with Thilo, accepting his marriage proposal with joy.