Orc Boyfriend: Thilo (special preview)

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 upside the head, cracking 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 the insult at Thilo while stomping his foot down before him. 

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, lets 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 up 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 lashing scars covering his back. When he strips away his pants the lashing scars dot 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.