Orc Boyfriend: Tavik (complete)

The reaping had happened a few days ago, but I had had my eye on you for much longer. You worked on a large farm owned by a relative and did hard labor everyday, your main job was to take care of the horses. I watched you sometimes when I had to visit with your relative to talk about trades. You had good arms, a strong back, striking eyes,  then you had the thighs of a goddess, the kind of thighs that could break my neck. I liked that in women.

What with everything happening in Obresh, I was worried the reapings wouldn’t happen, but Max and his wife organized the reapings took place outside of Obresh this year. It’s our traditions and our way, those who have taken Obresh have no right to it. Your farm was along the new route for the reaping, so when I chose you I saw the look in your eyes. You and I knew one another already, you knew me as Tavik and that I made instruments from the skins of the animals on your farm. But when I grabbed you and hefted you over my shoulder, you didn’t fight. You didn’t say anything.

I knew I wanted you as my wife, but I was prepared for some sort of argument. You were always yelling and bossing around those who worked under you. I like that about you, I want you to boss me around in a way. At my home is when you finally look at me and speak to me.

“It’s bigger than I thought.” You kick your boots at the door and walk into the house. “I like that it’s farther away from town.”

“You don’t like what’s been happening either?” I ask you.

Your eyes narrow as you brush your hair back from your face. “Obresh is dead,” you say as you walk up to my table and take a seat. The massive table and large chairs dwarf you. I suppose I’ll have to make a table that will suit you as well as me.

“Would you like a tour of the place?” I offer.

“I’d like a drink, honestly, Tavik,” you look at me. “This is a lot.”

I chuckle and go over to the barrel in the back. I pour us both a hearty glass, and I watch in pleasure as you down the amber brew with gusto.

“That’s good,”you say as you lick the foam from your lip.

“My mother makes it.” I sit down beside you, and you don’t flinch away.

You wipe your mouth. “That’s a bonus.” You look me over, and a loose strand of hair falls in your face. I brush it away, and you stroke your palm up my arm. “Why me?” You ask.

“Why not?” I smooth your hair away. I then take one of the leather bracelets from my arm and use it to tie your hair away. “I’ve been admiring you for a while.”

“I noticed you staring a lot,” you scoff. “I had a feeling.” You look up at me as I pull away. “I’m relieved.”

“Oh?” I lean towards you as you drink more. “How so?”

You huff as you set your half empty glass down. It takes both of your hands to hold it. “I’ve been scared,” you confess. “The minotaur that has taken over...” you hesitate then take another long drink.

I rub my hand down your back. “I won’t let any one of them touch you now.”

“Yes, well...” You then burp suddenly and make a very cute expression. “Beg pardon.”

“No offense at all.” I smile down at you as your cheeks rosy up nice and pretty. “It’s a compliment.”

We continue to drink until you fall asleep at the table. I carry you to bed and tuck you in. Knowing it is our first night together, I do not push my luck and sleep elsewhere in the house instead. Come morning, I wake up to find you aren’t in bed. Instead, I find you outside where you are carrying in wood for the fireplace.

“You got up early,” I remark.

“I’m used to it. I tried to sleep in, but my body wouldn’t let me.” You turn and look at me. I have yet to fully dress for the day, and I notice the way your eyes linger on my body. You smile and stock the woodpile. “I don’t mind.”

“Thank you.” I’m not sure how to reply. 

“You can thank me by making breakfast.” You then look up at me and wave your fingers for me to bend down. When I do, you place a soft kiss on my cheek. “Good morning.”

“Muh-morning,” I stammer. You go back outside where you gather up more wood.

I set to making breakfast while you wander around outside. You go all around my property, and I see the intent look in your eyes as you do. Once breakfast is ready and you come inside, I serve you a hefty plate.

“No small portions?” You start digging in a taking the coffee mug with both hands.

“No small bodies,” I sit down beside you. “What were you looking around for?”

“Chicken coop,” you say between bites of the cured ham. 

I furrow my brow. “Chicken coop?”

You look up at me and nod. “I can build one for you. Then we can have chickens.” You then jut your arm out towards the windows. “I can put it over there as well as a small garden. I also saw your work shed needs some repairs. I can do that for you, too.”

I look at you dreamily, especially as you rip into the ham then guzzle down my strong coffee. Dare I say, the realization that I could spend my eternity with you and never regret my decision… it is a turn on for me. 

Several nights later, I have invited some of my friends and customers over. In part we sit around, play music, and enjoy good food, but I also want to show you off. You seem to enjoy yourself, but after a while you kiss my cheek and tell me you’re going to lay down. I bid you goodnight and think nothing else of it. 

But later one of my friends comes up to me. “I saw your bride hop out the window and go running off.”

“What?” I scoff at him.

I go to your room and see your bed is empty with the window wide open. Fear and panic grip me. For a moment, I wonder if you were seeing someone. Had I stolen you and not realized? I leave, following your trail all the way back to a small stable near the lake. The place looked abandoned, but I hear your voice. For a moment, I worry you are not alone. 

I hear you fighting something and then a moment later I see you struggling with a massive stallion. The creature looks like some war horse, powerful and frightening, like one of the ones that minotaur rode into Obresh. You fight with it and try to calm it, but it won’t listen to you.

I turn and leave, going back home to wait on you. After everyone is gone I go back into your room and find you laying them asleep. You must have been fighting with that horse for hours, no wonder you’re so ravenous every morning. 

You lift your head off the pillow and your hair spills out like silk. “What is it?” You grumble and rub your eyes.

“Go back to sleep,” I step in and sit on the edge of your bed. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You sigh and rest your head again. “Everyone gone?”

I nod and stroke your hair. “Yeah. Just left.”

“You can sleep here if you want,” you burble dreamily. “I don’t care.”

I take up your offer and fall asleep above the covers. Come morning, you wake before I do and stoke the fire like always. I make breakfast and watch you as you set to work on all the little projects you have in mind. However, tonight I have my own plans in mind.

“I’m going to the neighbors’ tonight,” I tell you. “They have a few instruments that need fixing, so I may be a while.”

“Take your time.” You kiss me on the cheek. “I’ll probably be in bed when you get back.”

I stroke your hair from your face. “Can I come in and sleep there when I get back?” I ask quietly.

You nod. “Yes, of course.” You rub your hand on my chest. “It’s our bed.” 

I kiss your forehead before leaving. While walking, I double back and make my way to the forest just outside the stable and wait. As evening descends I hear you crossing through the thicket. You step out onto the path and when you spot me you stop. We both say nothing, just look at one another. You take a deep breath, and I relax against the fence. 

You walk around me, going to the gate and then stop. You look back and press your lips into a firm line. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to watch you,” I answer. “Go ahead.” I wave my hand to the barn.

“But how did you-” you stop yourself and shake your head. Opening the gate, you lock it behind you and go into the barn. You come back out riding the stallion. He hates that you’ve done that but you’re holding firm. He rears and tries to gallop but you won’t let him. You then lead him over to the lake and have him wade inside it. After a while of soaking in the water, the stallion seems calm. You praise him and pet him and trot out of the water. You walk him over to me with a broad smile on your face. 

“You’ve really got him,” I reply.

“Almost. It will still take time.” You look at me nervously but all I feel is pride. “You knew?”

“Only recently.” I stretch my arms out and help you off his back. “Nothing to worry about.”

You place your palm on my chest and smile at me. “I didn’t want to lose all my work.” You rub the stallion’s flank then take him back to his pen. 

“You could have told me,” I tell you. 

“I stole him,” you confess. “I was hiding him. I thought if I could tame him then-” you place your head on my chest and quiet yourself.

I put my arms around you and rub your back. “It’s ok to feel afraid. But you have me now, and your war horse.”

You look up at me and wave your fingers. I obey your command and dip down, expecting the usual kiss on the cheek. Instead, you lay your lips against mine and loop your arms around my neck to keep me close. 

I kiss you back, grabbing you off the ground and pressing you to my body. I nibble down your neck then toss you over my shoulder.

“Where are you taking me?” You giggle.

I clap my palm soundly over your ass and squeeze. “To bed.” I spank you again, and I hear a low moan escape your mouth. 

I carry you home and throw you down on the bed the second I see it. You laugh and struggle against me between kisses and dry humps. I strip naked before you and watch your eyes light up. You touch my bare chest and stomach and let your fingers ripple through my chest hair. You kiss down my stomach, flashing me your beautiful eyes as your tongue glides down my shaft. I shiver, feeling your heat and lips against me, but that isn’t what I want.

I shove you down and undress you, biting off buttons and ripping fabric. I kiss between your soft breasts and roll them in my palms. Your nipples become hard peaks that I bite and lick as you moan for me. I then kiss your belly and I spread your thighs wide open. I look at the wonderful sight between them. Your mound is covered in thick curls, and the soft lips are plump. But it’s the darker lips that peek out that grab my interest. Using my fingers, I open you up to see your warm, soft flower bloom.

“Hey now,” you moan, “don’t just stare at it.”

“I’m saying a prayer before my meal.” I rub my thumb up and down your slit, relishing in the feeling of your excitement seeping out. Wetness begins to seep out, and I ease a daring finger inside you. “Not good,” I snarl. I pull my finger out and make you watch me as I suck it clean. “I’m going to enjoy you too much.”

Your lips curl into a smug smirk. “What does that bode for me?”

I kneel down, kissing your belly and mound. I then drag my tongue up your slit while my eyes are locked with yours. “It means you’re going to have to ride me as hard as you rode that stallion.”

You bite your lip as you gaze at me. “Tavik,” you mewl.

I sink down lower and push my tongue inside. You grunt and place your legs over my shoulders. 

“You tusks feel good.” You grab hold of my hair and pull it.

I look up at you between licks and nibbles. “Squeeze your thighs more.”

You arch a brow. “Like this?” You clamp your thighs around my ears then use your calves to push me deeper. I am smothered by you, suffocated, and I love it. I lick, snarl, and dig my fingers into your hips. Your cries are muffled, but I soon feel your inner walls clamping down around my tongue and fingers.

When I pull away from you, your cum strings from my chin to your thighs. You’re limp against the pillows, but the fire is still smoldering in your eyes. 

I lick my chops as I look at you. “The ride isn’t over.”

“I hope not,” you gulp. You open your thighs wide again. 

I chuckle and stroke myself, watching your fingers swirl around your clit. Your eyes are fixated on my cock, and your smile is so cute and coy.

“Come on now,” you moan. “If you aren’t inside me soon, I’ll do something I might regret later.”

I chuckle and ease down. “Is that so?”

Your legs catch my waist, and you pull me in. “I usually have my riding crop at hand.”

I shiver and start rutting against your wetness. “Don’t make promises.”

“Not an idle one at all,” you coo. “I also have a ball gag with your name on it.” You pull me down and kiss me, biting my lip as I push inside. You squeeze around me so tight I have to focus on you biting me to not cum already.

You groan and your thighs squeeze hard around me. “That’s it! Oh god, you’re so fucking big!” 

You slap my side. “Why aren’t you moving?”

“I’ll cum,” I strain.

“Then stop it!” You fuss. “Or you’ll have to get hard all over again.”

This was exactly what I wanted. I force myself to stay calm. I won’t be cumming just yet. I pull out of you then ease back inside. Your nails drag up my back as I start to move. You’re still squeezing tight around me, and I have to focus on something else to retain control. 

“Harder, Tavik,” you command heatedly. “That’s it. Don’t be afraid to hurt me.” You look down, watching me move inside you. “You’re stretching me so good.” Your fingers rub to your clit. 

“I’m close-” I give you the warning.

“No, not yet,” you mewl. “You feel too good! Stop!” You force me down onto my back then straddle my thighs. “Now, be a good orc and stay still for me.” You hold my cock and place yourself upon it. You take me all inside and sit on me. 

“Mm,” you grind me inside slowly. “Now watch me,” you beckon. You move slow, going up and easing back down. I grab your hips roughly and knead into them. You ride me, taking your time and stopping when you think I’m too close. I roll my hips, meeting your bounces. You then start to ride with abandon, you take my hands and make me touch you all over.

“Now!” You command me. “Oh god, now!”

I twitch and surge. “Oh gods-”

You look down at me through your hair. “Cum in me!”

I let out a loud roar and arch my back. You cry out, panting and twitching as we both release. My thighs and stomach feel soaked and as you slip from me and onto the bed. I watch as my cum spills from your folds. I kiss your ass and you moan gently.

You roll onto your back and sigh deeply. “I can’t feel my legs.”

I kiss you, and you stroke your fingers down my cheek. “Good. I don’t want you running away.”

“I never did,” you giggle. You kiss me more and have me lay on top of you. “I hope you don’t mind me being a bit...bossy in bed.”

I smirk. “That’s what I was hoping for.” I nuzzle to your cheek. “I want you to keep doing exactly that, maybe more.”

You giggle. “Lucky me.”

“So, do you accept this reaping?” I whisper to you. I touch your cheek and gaze into your eyes.

You nod and lay your head against the pillow. “Yes, Tavik.”

I kiss you and hug you to me. “If you’re worried about Obresh, we can leave,” I whisper to her. 

“No,” you hug me tight. “It’s home, we need to protect it.”

I kiss your hair and pull the blanket up around us. “Then I’ll protect you.”

You lay your head on my chest and sigh dreamily. “And I you.”