Orc Boyfriend: Lochan (complete)

With all the recent troubles happening within the Empire, your family has gone above and beyond to make sure that you are protected. At first, it was aggravating; the guard went everywhere you went, he guarded outside your doors, he even had access to your room if he needed it. He stood over you when you practiced piano and sat with your tutors. 

You knew he was only there to protect you.  Lord knows any royal in the empire these days wasn’t safe, even with protection. It was just you never felt like you got a chance to be alone and it was annoying. He just stood there, huge and hulking, like some brick wall clad in armor. That was the other thing: you only ever saw this walking suit of armor following you around. He might as well have been some sort of knick knack and you were surprised he didn’t have a fine layer of dust over him.

Occasionally the other guards switched out, but he was the constant. When he needed a break or had to go away, you were assigned another guard he hand selected. You didn’t mind the replacement; they were a little less rigid than the suit of armor was. 

One day when you were outside painting beside your mother’s swan pond. A massive willow tree stretched out, hovering over the water, it created the most picturesque scene during spring when everything was in bloom. You weren’t the best painter, but you enjoyed it. Painting gave you the excuse to make everything quiet. At one point, you dropped one of your pastels. You reached to get it, but the suit of armor moved forward. You glanced back just in time to see his boot hit a willow root and he toppled over onto the ground.

You gasped, unsure if you should move or speak until the dust cleared. His head rolled off and nearly plopped into the lake. As if to save him some embarrassment you rushed to grab the helmet. You turned around as you clutched the helmet in your hands, and looking up, you saw there was actually someone inside the armor.

You gulped and went starry eyed immediately. He rose to kneeling and wisps of his pure white hair spilled out from the neatly coiled braid. His skin was the purest alabaster with a shimmering pink undertone. Dark pink scars covered his face and his eyes were like the most brilliant rubies. He had two sets of tusks: one was larger and jutted upward while the other set was a smidge smaller, capped with gold, and came down from the top sides. You had no idea he was an orc, let alone he had the visage of a perfect snowstorm. 

“You dropped this,” you voice quivers as you hand him back his helmet.

He growls, fidgeting with his loose hair. “Thank you, princess.”

You gulp down your hummingbird heart and you approach him again. “I can fix it if you would like me to?”

He glances at you and those ruby eyes make your heart leap up again. He scoffs and lowers his gaze. “You’re busy.”

“Painting can wait.” You wipe your hands on your apron and approach him. “Kneel down a bit more.”

He sits on the ground in front of you and you’re just tall enough to be able to pull his hair back. Most orcs have very thick, tough hair, but his hair is thin and gossamer-like. You run your fingers through it greedily, wishing your own hair felt half this good. You take a cautious sniff, smelling a sweetness on him that made your breath halt for a moment. 

“You didn’t hurt yourself did you?” You ask as you braid his hair back.

“I’m fine, your majesty,” he growls.

You notice there is a scar on the back of his neck that’s precise and sharp. It goes down the nape of his neck and underneath his armor. “Your hair is so fine,” you reply. “No wonder it fell out.”

“It is nothing but a hassle,” he snarls. “I have considered cutting it.”

Such a thing seemed abhorrent. Such beautiful hair deserved to be displayed and showed off, not hacked away and cast aside with the garbage.

“You just don’t have the right tools for it.” You take down some pins from your own hair. “There.” You set his hair back into place. “That should keep.”

The orc stands up and looks down at you. Your heart shivers and pops like fireworks in your chest. Had you known such a creature hid behind all that iron, you would have been more excited to have him by your side.

“Thank you,” he bows his head before slipping on his helmet.

A shame, you think bitterly. You turn to go back to painting before looking back at him. “I don’t know your name,” you say softly. “All this time I’ve just thought of you as a shadow. But seeing you have a face, I would love to know what to call you.”

“You don’t need to call me anything,” the orc growls.

“Untrue,” you pout. “Tell me.”

The orc sighs and you watch as his shoulders drop. “Lochan.”

You murmur the name on your lips before smiling. “Thank you, Lochan.” You sit back down to paint, but your mind is focused on something else. After seeing Lochan’s face you can’t help but picture the rest of him. 

You know it’s odd to be so attracted to him. After all, you’ve seen beautiful suitors from all over the land. Men whose faces were the basis of art and poetry, none of whom ever caught your fancy. You could look at any of the best knights in your father’s army and be bored by them. Your handmaids and sisters all sighed and swooned over their glorious bodies and charming features. You didn’t understand it at all. Having seen Lochan’s face, you did now.

His frightening eyes and scar-marked face had your heart throbbing in a moment. The mere memory of being able to run your fingers through his beautiful hair would fuel you for a while, but it was the mystery of what else hid behind the armor that drove you forward. 

You were a small thing, plump and soft in places, or what your mother liked to call ‘ample’. Lochan was massive, with a body built for destroying and taking down his enemies. Yet, all you wanted was for him to take you down and destroy your bed. You knew it wasn’t exactly proper to think of him this way, but now any time you heard him barking commands it sent a quiver through your body.

If he stood in front of you, you pictured what his back would look like uncovered: a wall of muscle and sinew covered in a shimmering blanket of white skin and scars. It made you shiver and go weak in the knees. You weren’t sure how to cope with these newfound feelings and you tried to put them out of your head. 

You and Lochan were alone one afternoon. You were practicing at the piano and having a hard time with the piece. You closed the piano in frustration and when you went to stand your skirt caught on the piano and you began to fall.

A shrill yelp escaped your lips and Lochan was suddenly there. He scooped you up before you hit the floor and his strong hands held your hips to help you up. He then tenderly removed your caught skirt and tilted his head up at you. 

“Are you alright, your highness?” His low, gentle voice was enough to make you blush.

“Yes.” You touch the side of his helmet. “Let me thank you.” You remove his helmet and he blinks in confusion at you. You then place a soft, loving kiss to his cheek. His breath hitches and he squints his eyes shut. He turns his head away as you rise back up.

“You shouldn’t do that.” He reaches for his helmet but you pull it away. “Your majesty, please.”

“Most knight don’t wear their helmets at all times,” you murmur. “Why do you?”

Lochan tilts his head down, keeping his eyes averted. “Your majesty, it is of no concern of yours.”

“You have a beautiful face.” You place your palm on his cheek but he reacts as if it causes him pain. “Why do you hide it?”

“Because I am hideous.” Lochan’s voice is pained and sad. He takes his helmet back and looks down at you before placing it back on.

“That’s not true,” you pout. “Lochan, you’re lovely.”

He remains silent and turns away. “I’m glad you didn’t hurt yourself.”

You frown after him as he returns to his guard post. You felt pained he didn’t think he was attractive, even though, for you, he had become the moon.

After that, you made attempts to become closer to Lochan. You walked beside him, often times grabbing hold of his hand or making physical contact with him. You made excuses to be close to him or have him touch you. You praised him often, thanking him with small tokens of affection like cookies and snacks, or even small trinkets. You even invited him into your room for tea or meals when you took them alone because you knew he’d have to remove his helmet to eat. At first he was apprehensive, even more standoffish, but as time went on he grew more comfortable around you.

“Why are you doing all this, your highness?” He finally growls at you one day.

You’re holding his hand as you walk in the garden. “What do you mean?” You feign innocence.

“You’ve been acting far too intimate with me.” He slips his hand away as he speaks sternly with you. “The gifts, the meals, even your praising of me; it isn’t proper for you to do. What I do is my job and I take it very seriously. You’re making it hard for me to do my job, which is keeping you safe and protected!”

You shrink back and avert your gaze. “I am showing you my gratitude.” You steel your gaze and look back at him. “I won’t feel ashamed for that.”

Lochan sighs. “You do not understand, your majesty,” he speaks low. “The way you have been treating me is making me uncomfortable.”

Now you feel bad. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. “What is it I am doing that makes you feel that way?”

Lochan turns his head away and his fingers curl into his palms. “The way you touch me,” he says quietly. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Oh,” you gasp.

“You praise me and flatter me, then you touch me and I feel this-” He stops himself but you were beginning to understand what he truly meant.

You approach him and take hold of his hand again.

“What did I just say?” Lochan snarls but he doesn’t remove his hand.

You squeeze his palm and look up at him. “I do these things because of my own selfish reasons,” you murmur. “I’m sorry I didn’t take your feelings into account.” You bring his hand up and kiss his knuckles. “I care about you, I would hate to think I made you feel uncomfortable in any way.”

Lochan kneels down and places his hand on your shoulder. “It isn’t your place to care about me,” is voice rumbles. “You shouldn’t even notice me.”

You touch his hand on your shoulder and stroke your palm up his arm. “But I do. I can’t help but notice you.”

Lochan growls low and his hand tightens on your shoulder. “Why?”

You approach him and take off his helmet. He closes his eyes as if afraid to look at you. You touch his face, cupping it between both palms. You trace the scars on his skin and you feel him tremble. He presses his cheek into your palm rather than turn away from you.

“I don’t know why you hate yourself so much,” you whisper, “because my heart leaps with joy when I see you.”

Lochan finally pushes you away and takes a deep breath. “I don’t deserve this.”

You squeeze his hand and wrist. “I want to know more about you. I want to see all of you.” His arm goes weak and you’re able to approach him again. You wrap your around arms around his head and lay it on your shoulder. He smells so good, both masculine and soft in the same breath.

Lochan’s hands rest around your hips. “This is bad,” he whispers. “If you keep touching me like this-” His voice strangles in his throat.

You press a kiss to his ear. “Do you feel the same way about me?” you whisper.

Lochan lifts his head and gives you a piercing glare. You close the gap between you by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in. You lay a kiss on his strong mouth and run your tongue along his lips.

Lochan doesn’t fight you; in fact his hands on your hips shift and move to your rear. He returns your kiss and presses your back against the stone wall. He finally breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to your shoulder again.

You’re filled with fireworks and flowing lava: all heat and crackling confusion. You hug his head, smiling as he tries to calm his breathing. 

“I have made a mistake!” he hisses, chastising himself. “This is wrong. I should not have given in so easily.”

You lift his head and gaze into his amazing eyes. “Then do it again.”

“You-” Lochan’s dark snarl is silenced as he kisses you. His hands move on your body, grabbing your hips and groping your thighs. You moan and part your lips, allowing his tongue to taste you.

Lochan pulls away far too late and all too soon. He catches his breath and cups his palm over your mouth. “Stop that.”

You smile behind his palm, giving him an all too-knowing look. 

“This is fire,” Lochan whispers. “We shouldn’t play with it.”

But you do. Alone and to yourselves you cannot be trusted. You touch and kiss all the more, only adding to the dangerous fire you’ve engulfed yourselves in. It has come to the point that even a gentle touch from him ignites a snarling hunger inside you. Yet he keeps his armor on. The only skin you touch is that of his lips and cheeks. Even his hands remained gloved. You want to feel him and you want him to feel you. You know he is protecting himself, but he is driving you crazy with want.

One dark evening a furious storm hits the castle and you are sealed in your room as the winds hammer the walls and strike down trees outside. You worry for the willow over the pond and pray it makes it through this.

You are reading alone in your room but you know Lochan is just outside your door. You open it and peek outside at him. He’s standing more stiff than usual and his fists are gnarled up tight. You look him over and then step out beside him.

“What are you doing?” Lochan doesn’t move.

You reach out to him. “I’m scared.”

“You’re safe. There is nothing to be frightened of.” Lochan says matter of factly. 

You grimace internally but keep your face innocent. “It’s cold too.” You touch his hand. “I don’t want to sit by myself.”

Lochan turns his head this time. “I know what you’re doing.”

You shake your head. “I am honest when I say I am cold.” 

“Your majesty,” he growls as thunder roars overhead. His hand grasps yours and squeezes tight. 

You then easily lead him into your room. He stands there, still as a statue until you start to remove his glove.

“What are you doing?” His dark growl is weak as you remove his glove. His hand is bare before you and you lovingly kiss each fingertip. “Your majesty!” He continues to argue but still doesn’t move.

Feeling bold, you take a finger and lick it, letting him watch your pink tongue glide along his skin. His fingers tremble and you take one into your mouth, sucking it as you gaze into his eyes.

Lochan yanks his hand away.“How dare you?” He removes his helmet and tosses it aside.

You take his hand back easily and press his palm against your chest, letting him feel how soft and warm you are there. His fingers flinch and he tries to pull away. “Let me go.” he orders.

“I told you, I’m cold.” You stroke your palm along his chest plate. “Skin to skin contact is the best way to keep warm.”

Lochan’s lip curls and he takes a step back. “Don’t do this.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You start opening buttons on your dress. “Tell me why. Is it because you have no desire for me? Or is it because of what you think is right?”

“Your majesty-” his voice chokes. “Of course I have desire! That is why I am demanding you to stop! If this desire gets any stronger I am afraid of what I will do!”

You open your dress enough to expose your breasts to him. You take his hand back, laying his skin against yours. You moan loudly as his rough palm rubs your hard nipples.

“We can’t...I shouldn’t-” he grabs you close and nestles his face between your breasts. You howl in shock as his tusks drag against your soft skin and his hot tongue bathes your nipples in heat.

“Lochan,” you moan his name as you grip onto his shoulders. “I want to see your tits too.” you whisper teasingly into his ear.

Lochan bites you and gazes up at you. His red eyes glare deeply into yours before he kisses you hungrily. “How can I survive this?” He pants. “I want you even though I know it’s wrong.”

“I want you too,” you purr. You rub the back of his neck and pull him closer. “It’s not wrong if both of us want one another. What’s wrong is to deny it. If I give in first, will that make you feel better?”

Lochan swallows and you watch his jaw clench. He pulls back and begins to remove his armor. He strips it away to his tunic and leggings. His leggings hide absolutely nothing. They are tented and strained from his cock fighting against them. You smile in devilish glee knowing that you have done this to him.

Lochan then take a step back so you can finally get to gaze at his magnificent body. You suck in your breath and feel yourself drool. He is like ice cream, delicious and deserving a good licking. His body is hard and marked all over with scars. He places his palms over himself as if trying to hide something. He then covers his massive erection, but his palm does little to distract you from it. 

“No wonder you’ve been hiding your body from me.” You lick your lips and swallow. 

Lochan flinches and looks away from you.

“You knew if I saw you I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” You nuzzle your cheek to him as your hands rub all over his chest and sides. You lick his belly and gaze up at him. His eyes are shut tight and he’s braces his forearm over his eyes and arches his back.

You tug down his leggings but you accidentally go too fast and his cock lashes out and hits you in the face. Lochan gasps as you cup your hand over your nose.

“Your majesty,” he reaches for you.

You giggle and lick up his shaft where his pulse vibrates against your tongue. Lochan lets out a shocked moan and he fists his fingers into your hair.

Your cheek is smashed against his cock and you drag your lips along the side of it. You moan against him. You look up at him and smile. “Let your hair down.”

“What?” He growls, breathing hard.

“Let your hair down,” you swirl your tongue around the tip. “It’s beautiful when it’s down.”

His expression is soft with his cheeks a deep red. He removes the pins from his hair and runs his fingers through the braids until the sheet of white fall over his neck and shoulders.

You stand up and press your body against his, kissing his chest and belly. Lochan then suddenly picks you up and you lock eyes. He kisses you, soft and loving, as he carries you to the bed. You lay down side by side, kissing and touching. He removes the rest of your clothes as he gazes at you with awe. 

“Like what you see?” You stroke your hand down your center then slip your fingers between your thighs. You let out a pleasured moan as his eyes widen. 

You then show him your fingers and how wet you are. He grabs your hand, sucking each finger clean. 

“Hurry,” you moan. “I need you now.” You grab hold of his shoulder as he starts to move over top of you. He spreads your thighs and his cock hits against your slit.

“You need me?” Lochan’s voice is low and dark.

You nod and cling to his shoulders. “I can’t stand it anymore,” you whimper. “It hurts when you don’t touch me.”

A smile spreads across his face and he lays his hand on your cheek. “You’ll be the death of me,” he sighs. “Your sweet words are causing me to do this.”

You take his thumb into your mouth and gently bite it. His pleasured groans begin to grow as he starts to rub himself against you. 

“Your majesty-” he snarls and grunts. He pushes inside you and you let out a gasp. You bite down on his thumb again as his stretches you and moves deep inside. Your legs feel like pudding, better than any sensation in the world. Then again, he hadn’t started to move yet.

“Do not tell me,” he growls as a shocked expression covers his face. “Am I your first?”

He removes his thumb from your tongue and you nod. “I know what I am doing,” you moan. “I knew I wanted you as mine.”

Lochan kisses you and his hair curtains around the both of you. He moves inside you. His deep, hard movements rock you as well as the bed. Your cries of pleasure are drowned out by the wind and rain outside.

You cling to his back, digging your nails into his body. He moves roughly, driving himself inside you with power and hunger. Your voices mingle in the shadows, his deep gravelly moans and your song-like whispers.

“You feel far too good,” Lochan roars. “Oh gods!” The long moan in your ear makes your tremble. “I feel it coming.”

“Cum,” you mewl for him. “Cum inside me, let me feel all of you,” you wail with desire. You’re close as well. His rough finger rubs at your clit and soon you’re liquid. Your back arches off the bed and you claw down his arms as you lose your breath.

His fierce roar is choked off as he grunts and whimpers. His cock throbs inside you and his heat pours. You squeeze around him, making sure to feel every pulse and shudder of his release. His seed is thick and hot and you savor the sensation of him so deep inside you.

You snuggle against him, waiting for him to speak. You kiss his neck and chest and his hand rubs up your back. “Did you enjoy playing in the fire?” You whisper.

“Too much,” he growls and sits up, kissing you. “I want to do it again.”