Orc Boyfriend: Sieger (complete)

    A couple of years ago, I started volunteering at the local library. Every Saturday I come in to read to the kids some of my favorite books, or even some the library suggests. I started doing it when my job became too humdrum. I worked the call center at a bank, and sometimes the work got to me. I started visiting the library every day before work to sniff books and find something I could enjoy once I got home.

    I had found out that the usual children's reader had stopped coming. I had seen a little girl crying when I was checking out my book and it got to me. I remember the Saturdays when my own parents would take me the library to hear a reading and pick out some books. I asked to volunteer right away, it wasn't even a question in my mind. Ever since, I have loved it and look forward to it every day.

    Some of the kids often bring me treats and gifts like homemade cookies, a piece of candy, I've gotten tons of drawings I've kept filed away. I really love all the kids, but there is one little girl who stands out to me. It's the same one I saw crying that day at the library two years ago. Her name is Gemma and she's an Orc. She's always dressed in super cute dresses and bright red rain boots. Her dark hair is styled into elaborate braids that really impresses me. 

    Gemma's dad, Sieger, always brings her. He's a big, hulking guy who at first had always stood at the edge beyond the other parents who would watch as I read to their kids. As time moved on he got closer and closer until he was at the front, even as the parents wandered during the readings.

    Sieger owns a coffee shop and wine bar not far from the library, a place I have actually frequented often. He caught my eye right away, much like Gemma did. He was amazing with Gemma, apparently he had started bringing her to the readings when her mother left them. Sieger had been raising Gemma alone ever since and had learned how to style her hair in all the amazing braids she wore.

    One afternoon once the reading was over and I was putting away some of the gifts I'd received, Gemma came dashing up to me and she tugged at the hem of my skirt. "Ms. Aubrey," she giggles excitedly.

    I kneel down and smile at her. "Yes, Ms. Gemma?"

    "Would you like to join us for dinner?" She asks with a great big grin on her face.

    I look to Gemma then glance up at Sieger. "What kind of dinner?" I ask.

    "Papa is a good cook," Gemma says excitedly. "He said he would even make his apple pie too and he only makes that for really special occasions!" Gemm speaks in long strains of consciousness, especially when excited. 

    "Is this Gemma grand idea?" I stand and smirk at Sieger. 

    "Basically," Sieger's low gruff voice reminds me of a cartoon character I had a crush on growing up. He rubs the top of Gemma's head. "She's been wanting to do something nice for you, and well, I can't blame her."

    I feel weird being this excited. I do adore Gemma, but having a crush on her dad was something I never expected to happen. "Well, if apple pie is on the men-"

    Gemma gasps, "with ice cream!"

    "With ice cream," I giggle. "I'd be an idiot to say no."

    Sieger and I trade phone numbers so he can text me his address later. I head home, my head swimming with silly ideas that may or may not have come from one of my guilty pleasure romance novels. 

    I receive a text as I'm setting my things down. "Gemma has her heart set on pasta, I hope that's ok with you."

    "You've seen me, this body knows a thing or two about pasta." I reply. I then feel like an idiot. 

    "Good, it's Gemma's favorite."

    "Tell her it's my favorite too." 

    I go to the bathroom and take a nice, long shower before I have to get ready. Once I get out, I stress over an outfit to wear. I want to look casual, like I threw it on, but I always wanted to look cute and sexy and maybe show off some cleavage. But I didn't want to look desperate. I mean, I liked Sieger and had enjoyed a fantasy or two starring him, but I didn't want to look like that had ever crossed my mind. Or maybe I did? Did I want to wear something that suggested attraction? Am I overthinking this?

    Another text pops up. "I'm putting the pie into the oven now. Gemma's decorating the table. Feel free to arrive whenever you're comfortable, Gemma has plans for you."

    I select one of my favorite dresses and reply back. "Should I be scared?"

    "A little bit, but she means well." Sieger answers. "I also have wine and the couch folds out."

    I stare at the last text message wondering what that means.

    "I mean, the couch is there is we drink too much wine." He quickly replies back. "You don't have to worry."

    I chuckle. "Ok, thank you, that's very sweet."

    I get dressed and put on my makeup carefully. I then take the address and head over to his place. His house is like something from a fairy tale. I have to take off my glasses and put them back on to make sure I'm not seeing things. It's all stonework and vines are growing all over it. The little porch off the front is covered in string lights and little lanterns made from old bird cages. I hear Gemma giggling and running around.

    "She's here!" Gemma waves from the porch. "Ms. Aubrey! Over here!"

    I walk up to the gate and Gemma lets me in. She's wearing a very cute, pink gingham dress and yellow rain boots. "Welcome!" She runs up to me and gives me a big hug.

    "Thank you for having me, this is a treat for me. I rarely get home cooked food." Gemma takes hold of my hand and leads me around the corner to where a table is set. The table cloth matches her little dress and she has candles lit and the napkins folded into swans.

    Sieger walks out, carrying a bowl full of what looks like garlic bread. "You made it. Thank you for coming." His long hair is down and laying over his shoulder, I had never realized how long it was.

    I smile at him. "Your house is gorgeous, it's like walking up on a fairy tale."

    Sieger smiles at me and my heart starts flopping around like a landed trout. "Thank you," his low voice kills the flopping trout. "It's been a work of patience, let me tell you," he chuckles. "Go ahead and sit down, I'll bring out the rest of the food."

    "Can I show her my room real fast?" Gemma gasps.

    Sieger chuckles and turns from the door. "If you'd like, but hurry or else the flies will eat your food, darling."

    "Come on!" She grabs my hand again and leads me into the house. We walk through the kitchen and then into a living room that looks straight out of a black and white movie. She then takes me into a hallway where her room is at the end.

    Her walls are painted lavender and her curtains are bright pink. In one corner of the room she has a dollhouse as tall as I am. For a kid's room it looks very neat and tidy and in order, but she has stacks of books lying everywhere.

    "Papa made me this," Gemma says as she opens up the dollhouse. From inside a small table folds out, the top of which is painted to look like a flower garden and pond. The top of the dollhouse is made of shelves where she has books and school supplies. The bottom half is full of rooms where I see small furniture and figures.

    "He made this?" I gasp in awe.

    "He's really good with his hands," Gemma says as she starts taking out some dolls.

    I suppress my completely grown-up giggling and look at the toys Gemma shows me. 

    "He really likes you, you know?" Gemma then whispers to me.

    I glance down at her and narrow my eyes. "Oh?"

    Gemma nods. "He says your really pretty. And he may say this dinner was all my idea, but he asked me if I thought you'd come and I said sure so he decided to put on this dinner so if you don't like it don't blame me."

    My cheeks burn a bit. "Ok. No, I would never blame you."

    Gemma smirks. "He likes you though."

    There's a knock on the doorframe and Sieger pokes his head in. "Come on ladies, dinner is waiting on you."

    "Ok," Gemma jumps up and runs ahead of us.

    Dinner is amazing. It's rare for me to have home-cooked food but even rarer to get it so good I could die happy. After we had the pie and ice cream, Gemma left to go watch movies, leaving Sieger and me alone.

    The two of us talked for a long time, including how we've both been single for a while. To my surprise I found out Sieger hadn't dated at all since his wife left them. He's such a good looking guy, it felt like such a shame. But he had Gemma to raise.

    After a while, Sieger went to check on Gemma and found her asleep so he tucked her into bed. 

    "If I am staying passed my welcome, just let me know," I tell him. The wine is working its magic but I am still able to drive if I had to.

    "Not at all," Sieger says. "I've actually been wanting to get you alone."

    "Gemma mentioned something like that," I smirk.

    Sieger grumbles and rolls his eyes. "What did she say?"

    "She said this whole thing was your idea, not hers." I giggle. "Also she thinks you like me."

    "Well," Sieger snarls, "she's right on both counts."

    I sputter for a moment and look up at him. "She is?" I sit in attention. "So, was this all a ploy to lure me in?"

    Sieger chuckles. "I wouldn't say ploy. Scheme? Maybe."

    I smile and fidget with my hair. "Well, here I am. What are you going to do about it?"

    Sieger ducks his head down and laughs. He looks into his wine glass and then back at me. "I've wined and dined you, that's usually how I start."

    Thanks to the wine some of my nervousness was gone. "How do you end it?" 

    "Depends on who I'm with," Sieger murmurs.

    I lean towards him, placing my hand on his thigh. His big hand cups around the side of my neck and he dips down. I kiss him, only intending to linger long enough to feel something. Instead I don't break it and I press myself further into it. I soon have my arms around his neck and my tongue in his mouth. It got hot and heavy really fast.

    Once we come to our senses we break apart, breathing heavy and flushed. I adjust my glasses and giggle anxiously.

    "Well, that's one way to do it," I gulp.

    "Yes ah-" he adjusts his shirt, one of his buttons has popped and it's hanging open, showing off the dark curls on his chest. "It's been a while for uhm...that."

    I look down, seeing the bulge growing in his pants. I gasp softly and look into his eyes again. He goes to cover himself but I press another kiss to his lips. He moans as my hand swats his away. I kiss him again as I unzip his pants and rub my palm to his boxers.

    "Aubrey, maybe we should-" I press my finger to his lips.

    "Shh." I move to my knees before him. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

    "You've what?" Sieger growls.

    I tug down his boxers and his cock springs out. He's hard but he's so thick and heavy it sags under its own weight. I grin wickedly, like a dog who got the bone. I stroke him in my palm and glide my tongue from his sack to the tip.

    Sieger hisses and throws his head back. His fingers grip onto the arms of the chair as I continue to kitten lick his cock.

    I swirl my tongue around the tip, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I was growing hot and excited and started touching myself. I sucked him and licked, listening to the hungry sound of his voice grow. His dark snarls and moans were kept constrained and I could hear the struggle in him.

    His fingers tangled in my hair and when he pulled my head back my glasses were askew on my face. I grinned up at him and took a breath.

    "Too much?" I purr.

    Sieger picks me up and carries me into the house. His room is at the opposite end of the house. I don't much pay attention to what's around me, I don't have time to. Sieger tosses me onto his bed and tears away my dress. He's soon on me, kissing me and my body. His strong hands knead at my soft thighs and he licks at my plump belly. He then rubs his fingers to my panties and a dark chuckle fills the room.

    "Good," he growls as he tugs off my panties. He then spreads open my thighs and plays with my folds. The plump lips hug around his fingers and he licks the wetness from them. I moan softly, gazing at him as he has his fun.

    "Tell me to stop now," he snarls. "Or your mine all night."

    "Who said I wanted to stop?" I moan. 

    Sieger kisses me, pressing his body to mine. I feel his hard cock on my belly and I grow excited at having such a thing inside me. 

    Sieger sits up and places my legs against his chest. I feel his tip rub against me and I watch his dark expression. His eyes are seething and his jaw in clinched, he's nervous but genuinely excited. I reach up, taking hold of his hand.

    "I want all of it," I moan.

    Sieger opens my legs and pushes between them. He eases in, leaning over me as his cock stuffs me. I lose my breath for a moment, he opens me in a way I've never been before. He reaches places I had only been able to feel with toys. I let out a bleating cry before he kisses me.

    "It's been so long," he snarls in my ear. "You feel too good, dammit."

    "Look who's talking," I wrap my arms around him. "Oh fuck-" I shudder as he rolls his hips. "That cock is amazing!" I squeal.

    He chuckles and buries his face against my neck. "The ex said I wasn't enough."

    "Fuck her, she's stupid. Oh god!" I whine and cling to him. "Oh god!" I laugh in triumph. I tangle my fingers in his long hair as he bites my breasts. My legs are shaking he feels so good.

    "I'm going slow now," he pants. "If I do more I'm afraid-"

    "Afraid?" I pant. "You won't break me."

    "No," he snarls and kisses me. His strong hand is kneading on my breast. "I'll cum."

    I bite my lip and squeeze around him. "You can cum," I purr. "Why is that so bad?"

    "It's a lot," he moans.

    I wiggle my hips. "I'm not just on birth control for the heck of it," I moan. 

    A dark look crosses over Sieger's face and he rises up. He holds onto my legs and he starts driving into me. My soul is knocked from my body and I watch from above as he grinds himself inside me. He rolls his hips slow one second before driving into me hard again. His chest is glistening with sweat, my breasts are sloshing back and forth, I'm dragging my nails down my own face.

    The first powerful shock takes my breath, the second steals my voice, and the third nearly kills me. My back arches off the bed and my toes curls to the point the arches of my feet hurt. I think I am done for until Sieger lays on me. He pants and snarls in my ear.

    "I'm cumming," he grunts. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."

    I grab hold of his back and suck in a breath as I feel his powerful heat overflow. His cock trembles and surges, pumping into me so much I can feel it dribble out. He wasn't kidding when he said he came a lot.

    We lie tangled together for a long time. He then stands and pulls out of me and leaves. After a moment, he comes back with a towel and mops me up. He pushes his finger inside me and I cry out.

    "Sensitive?" He chuckles.

    "Came," I whimper as I lay limp on the bed. "I think I died for a second there."

    Sieger lays down beside me and pulls me to his chest. He kisses my neck and shoulder and brushes my hair aside. "I can recover pretty quickly if you want to make sure."

    I wiggle my ass against him. "You sure you got anything left in the tanks?" 

    "Trust me," Sieger laughs. "You've got nothing to worry about except walking funny in the morning."

    I snort and giggle, rolling over to kiss him. "I like you a lot," I whisper. "I don't want to rush anything but-"

    "I like you too," he says. "You're the first girl I've liked in years." He kisses me. "I don't want to ruin this if you're feeling nervous."

    I smile and shake my head. "I'm not." I pull him down to me, kissing him as I wrap my legs around him again.