Orc Boyfriend Gorlax (complete)

    When I was chosen during the Reapings, it had come as quite a shock to me. For one, the Orc that took me, Gorlak, had been an Orc I had never met before. Usually, the Orcs will try and get to know their human before the Reaping, that way they aren’t strangers at the end of the day. Gorlak, on the other hand, seemed to have just chosen me at random. He plucked me up and carried me away.

    Since then I’ve been staying with him. He’s been building a place, so we’ve been living out of a tent. It isn’t awful, just kind of weird. I’m not sure exactly why I stay, maybe out of fear, also because I’m not sure about home anyways.

    At first, I kept myself hidden away from Gorlak. I would scream any time he tried to enter the tent, so he ended up building his own. After a while, when I realized he wasn’t going to hurt me, I started to go out more. I’m not one to easily warm up to people so given the situation it took me a long time to get used to Gorlak.

    He’s a big guy, well I mean, all Orc’s are big, but Gorlak is something else. It’s intimidating really. His hands look like they could easily crush my skull with a snap of his fingers. His hair is long and deep dark brown. It’s long, but it looks matted and uncared for. He has a scar that goes down his left eye, slicing through the eyebrow and down onto his cheek.

    From watching him, I’ve noticed that he has no idea how to care for himself. He barely cooks, and when he does, he throws it on the fire and nothing else. I don’t think he had ever brushed his hair before either.

    I started to cook for us if I didn’t no one would. 

    “It’s good to see you’re finally accepting your role,” Gorlak says as he comes up to the fire. He’s sweating from work, and he drops a bundle of sticks on the ground near the fire.

    I glare up at him. “Excuse me?” I snarl, lip curling.

    He wipes his brow. “What?” He kneels down beside me and smiles. “You’re finally looking like a proper mate.” He reaches out, capturing my chin between his fingers. “Cooking a meal for your hard-working man.”

    “Ugh, god, your hands are wet,” I groan and try to wrench my face free.

    “I’m working hard every day to assure you have a good life.” Gorlak tilts his head. “You know, I think I’m starting to get a crush on ya.”

    “What?” I grunt at him.

    “Looking at you now, all rosy from the fire, I am trying my very hardest to not get on ya right now.” He smirks at me. “You know?”

    I slap the wooden spoon from the pot on the back of his hand, and he releases me. “Are you drunk?” I scoff as I stand up. I smooth out my skirts and walk around to the other side of the fire. “Have you ever actually been around a woman before?”

    Gorlak is silent, glaring at me over the soup pot.

    I scoff and sit down. “If you ever took a bath I might be able to stand you even a little,” I grumble under my breath.

    Gorlak’s thick brow pinches together.

    “I swear, it’s like no one taught you how to take care of yourself beyond wielding a sword.” I ladle soup into a bowl and offer it to him.

    Gorlak looks at it then takes it. He drinks from the bowl rather than using a spoon. For a long while, he’s silent. 

    “It’s going to get cold,” he growls.

    I look up at him as the wind blows through my hair. 

    “Bad weather is coming,” he growls as he swirls his bowl. “In a few days, it’ll probably be too cold. We’ll have to combine our tents in order to not freeze in our sleep.”

    I jerk at the thought. “No!” I snap.

    Gorlak cuts a dirty look at me. “You want to survive, don’t you?”

    I frown.

    “If I wanted you, I could have you,” he snarls. “Nothing is stopping me except I know it’s wrong. I’ll only take you if I hear that sweet yes from your lips.” He slurps down the rest of his soup and sets the bowl aside. “So don’t worry about sharing a bed with me. I may not know how to handle women, but I know how to handle myself.”

    I look aside, feeling bad I had ever thought such things of him.

    The next day, Gorlak breaks down his tent and uses it to overlay over mine, that way it is insulated from the cold. He lays his furs and pillows in with my bed and places his mattress under mine to keep us off the cold ground.

    I dread that night and part of me thinks I can deal with the horrible cold until the winds pick up. As I’m trying to cook, it bites and nips at me. I hate to admit it, but Gorlak is probably right. I stay huddled close to the fire while I cook.

    I then realize I haven’t seen Gorlak in a while. I look around and don’t see him working on the house or anywhere near the tent. I cover the pot and go to see if I can spot him. The wind is horrible, and I lift my scarf up to cover my face. I walk along the river until it spills out into the pond. I find Gorlak’s clothes hanging from the trees, and then I see him.

    He’s in the pond, scrubbing down his body with a smooth stone. He’s shivering and wet, but he’s bathing himself. I stare a bit, noticing how fine and strong his body is. His thick arms, chiseled chest and belly. He turns, stepping from the water and I see his firm ass. I quickly duck, hiding away as he steps out of the water and onto the bank.

    I try to sneak away, but there is no way I can he’ll see me.

    “Fucking cold,” he snarls under his breath along with a string of obscene curse words. I then hear him behind me, and he laughs. “How long you been there?”

    I look up from my crouch, my face bright red and not just from the wind. “I uhm-” I jump up and look him dead in the eye. “The food is ready! I couldn’t find you.” I snap my hands to my waist.

    Gorlak is running a towel along his face. “Oh well, I was just washing up,” he shivers a bit. “So you didn’t find me so disgusting going to bed tonight.” He slips into his coat.

    I’m not sure what to say, so I say nothing. I just nod and turn on my heel, heading back towards the camp. My mind is racing, and my heart is pounding. How dare he look so good naked? Men weren’t supposed to look that good naked! They were supposed to have chicken wing shoulder blades, concave chests and pot belly stomach with stick legs. They weren’t supposed to be broad, hairy, muscular and with a butt, you could set a cup on. I stop myself from thinking any further. I huff, popping my cheeks a few time to get my mind in the right set.

    Gorlax dumps logs down by the fire, and he peers into the pot. “Looks good. We’ll need it to keep warm tonight.”

    Now that I know what he looks like without clothes I’m having a hard time focusing. I hate it. I would have much rather assumed he was made of hair and grease. He sits down, and I notice his hair is still wet and hanging limply around his neck and ears.

    “You’re going to catch your death that way!” I scold. “Still still, eat,” I fuss at him. I go into the tent, fetching my comb and scissors and one of my tunics. I go back out and take Gorlak’s hair, starting at the bottom and working out the knots and tangles. I cut out the matted parts and knots I can’t handle. I use my tunic to dry as I go. 

“Ow!” He roars. “That fucking hurts!”

“Oh please! You can take an ax to the groin, but you can’t handle me pulling your hair?” I scoff at him. “Did your mother never brush your hair?”

“No!” Gorlak snarls.

I still for a moment. “Uh...oh,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”

Gorlak grunts and eases back. “I never knew her. Nothing to be sorry for.”

I continue to brush his hair, working out a particularly gnarly rat’s nest. “That kind of explains thing,” I say. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” he grumbles, slurping back some stew. 

“If you keep up with it, you won’t have it get so bad again,” I explain. Soon, his hair is silky and smooth and much longer than I imagined.

    Gorlak touches it and smiles. “Did you have to make it pretty?”

    “You make it,” I huff at him. “I’m going into the tent.”

    Gorlak stands up, following close behind me. I hesitate taking off coat, but then he strips down and flops onto the bed. He takes my pillow, nuzzling to it. 

    I lay down, making sure there is space between us. I yank my pillow away and turn my back to him. Still, once he gets settled, it’s obvious how close we are. I can feel his body heat and the weight of him on the bed. I close my eyes, and I can still see him in the pond. His butt like a perfect green apple in front me.

    I hear him huff and grumble under his breath.

    “Something wrong?” I ask.

    “Still cold,” Gorlak grunts.

    “You bathed in the freezing cold! I’m surprised your dick didn’t fall off!” I growl at him and pull the blanket up around my ear.

    Gorlak snickers. “How do you know it didn’t fall off?”

    I flinch and go quiet.

    Gorlak rolls over. “I see,” he purrs. “Did you get a good look at me while I was taking a bath?” He teases.

    I grumble under my breath and try to ignore me.

    “I had a feeling you were watching me,” he chuckles. “So? What did you think? If you’re worried about my size, you can check again. It was cold in the water, but it’s much better now.”

    “Disgusting,” I snarl.

    “I’m more of a grower. Actually, it’s better when I’m hard and moaning your name.” His hot breath is right on my ear.

    I swing back, slapping his cheek with my knuckles. “Will you fuck off for once?”

    He laughs, grabbing my wrist. “It’s much warmer if I’m closer.”

    I struggle and try to wrench my wrist free. “Stop, you pig!”

    “One kiss goodnight,” he laughs.

    “You’re so fucking stubborn! Get off me!” He lets go of my wrist, and I fall completely off the mattress.

    Gorlak snorts and laughs, holding his stomach.

    I sit up and glare at him. “What’s so funny?” I crawl back into bed, yanking the blanket away from him and rolling myself up in it.

    Gorlak is still snickering as I fall asleep. Come morning, I wake up and stretch. The tent is warm and cozy, and I slept like a rock. As I sit up and take my first deep breath of the day I look over at Gorlak. He’s on his back, and the blanket covering him is tented at his lap.

    My eyes bug as I see the sight and I look around frantic for a moment before calming myself. I look back at the tent, and I admit I am impressed. I would yank the blanket away to wake him up, but I am not ready to see all that yet.

    “Gorlak,” I call to him. “Wake up.” I tap his cheek. “Come on get-” he pulls me down, snuggling against me.

    “Ew!” I whine. “Get off! Wake up!”

    He nuzzles to my hair and murmurs in his sleep. His body is warm and strong, I don’t stand a chance. 

    “Wake up!” I cry.

    “Mm, I am,” he growls.

    I shove him and stand up. “Fucking pig!” 

    Gorlak laughs and rises from the bed. “You make it so easy, admit it.”

    I open the tent, and the pure freezing hell stings my eyes and face. I look out, seeing ice and snow as far as the eye will go.

    Gorlak pulls me back. “You stay in here,” he says.

    “It’s frozen out there! What do you expect to do?” I snap at him.

    He looks back as he pulls his coat on. “Protect you.” He closes the tent flaps.

    I sit back, a bit surprised by his gallant words. I sit back on the bed, wrapping the blanket around myself. Later, Gorlak returns handing me a large loaf of bread. He goes back out and doesn’t return for hours. When he does, he’s had to strip off his coat because of all the ice clinging to it.

    “Here,” I offer him the blanket, draping it around him. “Why the hell would you stay out in the cold like that?”

    He curls his lip at me. “To make sure we don’t freeze to death.” He tends to the fire then sits down on the bed shivering.

    I huff and sit beside him. “Give me your hands.”

    “What?” His shivers.

    I grab his hand, rubbing it between my own and blowing on his fingertips. I keep rubbing, and he tilts his head down.

    “That feels good,” he says.

    “You need to keep your circulation up,” I say. “Or you could get frostbite. Don’t you have gloves?” I fuss.

    “No,” he huffs. “My mate hasn’t made me any.”

    “As if I have any supplies-” I catch myself and frown.

    Gorlak chuckles as I take his other hand, but he remains surprisingly quiet.

    That night as we lay down in bed I feel Gorlak inch away from me. He grunts, sounding frustrated. I try to ignore him, thinking he may still be cold. Gorlak shifts and brushes against my backside. I suck in a breath and try not to make a sound. His cock is hard.

    Gorlak fidgets and tries to adjust himself, so he’s not touching me. He’s obviously frustrated by his boner. He then rolls over, and I hear him moan. I peek my eyes open and look over my shoulder. I see his arm moving.

    I sit up, and he goes still.

    “Gorlak, what’re you doing?” I grumble.

    “Go to sleep,” he snarls.

    I lean close to him, putting my hand on his side. “You keep moving. I can’t fall asleep,” I huff. “Are you still cold?”

    “No. Just go back to sleep!” He grunts.

    I swallow down the nervous lump in my throat. “If you need to sleep closer to me-” I start as I brush his hair from his face, “you can.”

    Gorlak sucks in his breath.

    “It’s ok,” I say.

    “I...I shouldn’t-” he whispers.

    I bite my lip and steady my breathing. “If it’s bothering you so much, I want to help.” 

    Gorlak rolls over onto his back, and I lean down to him. I kiss him, rubbing my hand down his body and under the blanket. He seethes for a moment as my fingers brush against him. I kiss him again, and his hand pets up my leg. I moan softly and take him into my fist. My fingers barely fit around his shaft.

    “Oh, gods-” I pant.

    Gorlak kisses my neck and chest. His hand strokes under my clothes and he gropes my ass firmly. A dark growl escapes his lips and makes me shudder.

    “Are you...are you getting warm yet?” I mewl.

    “Very,” Gorlak kisses me again. “And you?”

    I look at him and nod. “Yes,” I whisper with some urgency.

    Gorlak rises up, he kisses me, holding my face between his palms. We lay back together, and I hitch my legs around his waist. His fingers slip down, rubbing my mound and finding it wet and warm.

    “Oh, gods-” he moans into my ear.

    I grab hold of his arms and gasp as he touches me. His fingers are rough and callused, but his touch is gentle and timid. I swallow back a cry as he finds my clit. He rubs it and taps it his breath pitching and getting faster as mine does.

    “This seems too good to be true,” he snarls. “Say it again. I need to hear it.”

    I strain to talk, his touch feels so good it’s making my mind spin. “Yes,” I whimper.

    “Again,” he eases his finger inside me.

    “I want you Gorlak,” I moan as I squeeze around his finger. “Please, I want you!” I gasp for breath. “I can’t hold back anymore!”

    Gorlak snarls, removing his finger and diving between my thighs. I nearly scream as I feel his mouth as my slit. He moans against me, licking up my mess and kissing me all over. From below, he strokes himself, snarling against me. He finds my clit, suckling upon it.

    My eyes roll back, and I strain and groan as my fingers tangle in his beautiful hair. I cry out his name, shuddering on the mattress. How is he so good at this? Why does it feel so good?

    Gorlak snarls, licking his chops as he rises from under the blankets. “You still sure?” He smirks at me.

    I grab his head, pulling him close to kiss him. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. I look into his eyes then and catch my breath.

    “I’m very sure,” I whisper to him. “It’s ok.” I brush his hair from his face. “Keep going.”

    Gorlak growls and his tip presses to my folds. I bite my lip and hold my breath. He’s so thick I pray I can take him. I want to take him. I try to relax, but as he pushes inside, I can feel myself stretch. I gasp for breath and moan. Gorlak kisses me, gentle and needy. I cling to his arms and moan into his mouth. He then stills, and I realize he is deep inside me.

    “Fuck-” Gorlak snarls. “I’m gonna cum.”

    I roll my hips to feel him inside me. “Don’t,” I mewl. “Not yet.”

    He grips my hips and makes me still. “Shut up,” he moans. “Stay still.”

    I squeeze around him, biting back a smug smile. “But you feel so good,” I tease. “Your big thick cock inside me. Anh-” I roll my neck. “If you don’t start fucking me I’ll-”

    Gorlak kisses me hard, and he starts to move. He thrusts hard inside me, shaking me to my very core. He’s making me take my words and eat them. I’m post-verbal now, his animalistic rutting has knocked all common sense from my head. All I can do is moan and pant and claw at his back. 

    I shudder and twitch, my eyes rolling back. It hits me like a bolt of lightning, hard, sudden, and overwhelming. The only thing I can comprehend is him still inside me, throbbing and twitching as his cum starts to dribble out.

    I’m not myself until hours later. I’m glued to his chest, snuggled up tight, and our legs are tangled together. His hair is stuck to my cheek, and I can’t feel anything below my waist. I wake up, stretching and my nipples ache from the cold.

    “Come back,” he snarls, yanking me down onto the bed.

    “Oh gods,” I whisper, “what happened?”

    Gorlak sucks my nipples, and I moan out loud. My body is responsive and sensitive even now. “I finally have my mate,” Gorlak purrs and kisses me.

    I shudder and meet his kiss. “What’d you do to me?” I smile.

    Gorlak grins. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy, love,” he kisses my neck.

    “Did you?” I coo.

    Gorlak rubs my mound, and it squishes. “I think I’m dehydrated from how much I enjoyed you,” he moans.

    I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck. “Don’t think this means I like you or anything.” I kiss him and tug him down, so his body rubs against mine.

    “I’d never dream of it,” he grins. “You’re much too proud to fall in love with me.”

    I smile up at him. “Well,” I tangle my fingers in his lovely hair. “Maybe not that proud.”