Orc Girlfriend Glasha (complete)

    Going into Obresh hadn’t been in your plan at all, but you needed to hide. You had run away from your family, wanting to escape their strict rules and traditions. Ever since you were fifteen, you’ve been living in Obresh, making a living for yourself and escaping your past. That was five years ago.

    You had tried to avoid Obresh when you first ran away. After all, the place was run by Orcs and all your life you had been raised to hate them. Orcs were the enemy, Orcs were the worst, Orcs would rather kill you and eat you than look at you. Well, that’s what your family used to say. But you wound up in Obresh, not being able to afford to go anywhere else. You started working to afford a ship towards Rakshasa Country, but you ended up staying in Obresh.

    The town was filled with more than just Orcs. There were Tieflings, Lizardfolk, and all sorts. Then there was the new Unified Road that Lord Demir was building, it brought in even more people to the port. The xenophobia your family had forced into you had faded away. Now, you didn’t think twice about it. 

    There was one custom that still made you nervous. It was the Reaping. Once a year the Orc tribe that owned Obresh would have this strange ceremony. A group of orcs, young and old, would come into town, snatching up someone from the street, didn’t matter what they were doing. They would then take them home, intending for them to become their mate.

    The whole thing brought back images from stories your parents would tell you. How Orcs took what they wanted no matter what fight was placed before them. Every year, you tried to make sure you were nowhere around, so you didn’t have to see it.

    Recently, you’ve been working as a basket weaver. As such, you’ve been fighting dry, cracking skin along with calluses and splinters. You used to have such lovely hands, but now, you felt as if they were aging twice as fast as you.

    You were going to the apothecary to see what you could do about it. As you were waiting on the desk, the curtain to the back opened, and an Orc came walking out. She was tall and hulking, her long hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her nose was flat with a big ring through the center.

    She stopped and looked at you, holding something in her hands. Her brown eyes flicked up and down you and a smirk spread across her lips. You jerked, feeling nervous under her gaze.

    “It was good seeing you Glasha,” the apothecary said as she walked out. “I’ll see you next month again?”

    “Yes, of course.” Glasha’s voice was raspy and deep.

    The Apothecary waved then turned to you. “How can I help you?”

    “Uhm-” you’re watching Glasha as she leaves the shop, having to stoop to get out the door. You then turn and voice your concerns for your hands.

    The apothecary gives you a special balm for your hands and tells you to wear gloves at work from now on. As you leave the shop, you notice a shadow cast in front of the door. You look up, seeing Glasha standing by the door.

    You duck your head and go the opposite way.

    “Excuse me,” Glasha calls to you.

    You hesitate, standing where you are. You don’t want to turn around or acknowledge her. You know you’re being silly, but you feel on edge.

    “Excuse me,” she says again as she walks up behind you. “I couldn’t help but notice you look like you need a drink.”

    You turn to meet her eyes and see she’s smiling at you. You’re not sure how to respond to this. You’ve not accepted many offers since you got to Obresh, never one from an Orc anyways. You look over Glasha, noticing her strong legs and her abs. She for sure had a nice physique, one you wouldn’t mind oggling longer. But still, she was an Orc, and you weren’t quite used to them.

    Glasha rubs the back of her neck. “Oh, sorry,” she then says to your surprise. “Did I guess it wrong?”

    “Huh?” You gasp.

    Glasha turns her head. “I thought that I had gotten some vibes from you. But I must have misread the situation.”

    “What vibes?” You ask nervously.

    She shrugs. “You know?” She then grunts. “Like, interested vibes?”

    You weren’t sure what you were giving off. More nerves than anything. Even if Glasha had a body that could give diamonds a run for their worth, you weren’t sure now.

    “Sorry,” Glasha says again. “I’m not good at these sort of things.”

    “It’s ok,” you assure her. “To be honest, I’m not my best around Orcs. I still get sort of nervous around them.”

    The tips of Glasha’s ears twitch. “Oh gosh, then I’m really sorry.”

    You shake your head. “I need to get over it. My parents were pretty racist. I’ve been trying to not be like them.” You then smile a bit as you gather up your nerve. “I mean, I don’t have any plans. I could have a drink with you.”

    Glasha grins, and you see her bottom row of teeth between her tusks is capped with gold. “Ok, that’s great!”

    You go with Glasha to the pub where you have to hold the stein with two hands.

    “That’s so cute,” Glasha grins as she watches you.

    You lick the foam from your top lip. “No, it’s not, it’s embarrassing! I have to hold things like a child in this town!”

    Glasha takes your hand, rubbing her fingers to your palm. “Such sweet, little things,” she purrs. “I’ve always wanted to be this delicate.”

    “It isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” you scoff. 

    Glasha scoffs. “Being so soft and pretty,” she grumbles and chugs her beer again. “You’re just so cute, and I bet you take that for granted.”

    You frown. “I bet you take your strength and abs for granted!” You huff. You’re barely into one beer and already feeling tipsy. “Good abs, too.”

    Glasha smirks. “What about my abs?”

    You look at her and pout. “They’re nice is all! You could cut cookies with them,” you burp.

    Glasha chuckles, pushing a bowl of chips towards you. “Eat something.”

    You sniff and take one, chewing on it slowly. “Are all Orcs like you?” You then ask her. “All flirty and shit?”

    Glasha laughs. “All Orcs are different. Just as I’m sure, not all elves are xenophobic assholes.”

    You flinch. “How did you-”

    “Cute ears,” Glasha winks. 

    You cup your hands around your ears and frown. “Well, I ran away from my kind so I’m sure they’d dock my ears to mark me a traitor if they ever got the chance.”

    Glasha’s eyes grow wide. “They wouldn’t!”

    “They so would,” you huff. “Elves with docked ears are considered the worst of the worst. They’d get their ears cut down, and then they’d get thrown to the Orcs.” You then frown. “It was all wrong.”

    “If anyone ever touched your ears,” Glasha says leaning in close. “They’d have to deal with me.”

    You look up at her. “Why?”

    “Because I like cute ears,” Glasha grins.

    You’re not sure what happened after that. You must have passed out. You wake up, covered by an extra soft fur and laying in a comfy bed. You sit up, rubbing your eyes as you hear the crackle of a fire.

    You see Glasha sitting in a chair before a fireplace, and she looks like she’s carving something. You grunt, and she turns.

    “You awake?” She says with a soft voice. 

    “Where am I?” You grumble and hold your head.

    “No worries,” Glasha said. “I wasn’t sure where you lived, so I brought you here.” She walks over to you and hands you a cup of water which you gulp down.

    “Did I pass out?” You huff.

    “Not exactly, you got pretty drunk, and I didn’t want to leave you to your own devices. You passed out as I was taking you away.” She sits down beside you and brushes your hair from your face. Her fingers brush against the tips of your ears.

    After that, you start to spend more and more time with Glasha. You learn she makes wooden beads and jewelry, a tradition she learned from her mother and grandmothers. She made you a special bracelet and was even willing to teach you. You made Glasha a special basket for her loose beads, one where the weave was so tight even water wouldn’t seep out. 

    One evening, you shared a kiss, and you didn’t want it to end. Glasha pulled away though, and her expression was stricken.

    “What’s wrong?” You ask. “Am I bad at it?”

    Glasha chuckles. “No, of course not,” she whispers. “It’s just that...if we want this to continue, I should tell you something about myself.”

    Your eyes widen. “Glasha,” you murmur.

    Glasha looks at you, her expression soft and worried. “Do you know the story of the Wrong Box?” 

    You shake your head.

    “Oh well,” she chuckles nervously. “I guess it’s Orc thing,” she sighs. “It’s a story about how these pieces get placed into a box because that’s where they’re supposed to be. But for the pieces, the boxes are all wrong. The box doesn’t fit right, it isn’t comfortable, even if that was the box they were put in.” She looks you over. 

    “I was placed in a Wrong Box,” she says. “But I have made the Box right.” She grumbles, looking frustrated. “I’m a woman, I always have been,” she then says. “But someone people would look at me and say otherwise.”

    “Oh!” You gasp. 

    Glasha looks away. “I wanted you to know me, all of me,” she says. “Because it’s important you do.”

    You place your hand on her thigh. “I’m glad,” you kiss her cheek. 

    Glasha sniffles and she smiles at you. “Really?”

    You smile at her, wiping away her tears as she starts to cry. 

    Finding out about Glasha and who she was made you feel closer to her. It also allowed Glasha to be a little freer with herself. She started touching you more and holding your hand in public. The two of you even decided to move in together.

    It was that evening you went to bed with her. You undressed as your heart pounded. You were nervous but greatly excited. You turned, seeing Glasha removing her clothes. She placed her arm over her chest.

    “Oh wow,” she whispers. “You’re so beautiful.”

    You step towards her, petting down her side and hip. “So are you.”

    Glasha bends down, kissing you and setting you on the bed. She places her body over top of yours as her kisses deepen. You pet down her chest, feeling her small, soft breasts. The medicine she got from the apothecary was working to help her become who she wanted to be. 

    “That tickles,” Glasha pants.

    You smile as you circle your fingertips around her nipples. “Want me to stop?”

    Glasha growls and shakes her head.

    “Can you lay down for me?” You then ask.

    She frowns but then moves and lays on her back. You sit beside her, running your hand down her body. You stop just below her bellybutton, seeing her cock laying on her thigh.

    “It’s ok,” Glasha whispers. “You can touch it.”

    You bite your lip, reaching down and stroking her. Glasha grunts and her hips jerk. You take her into your palm, rubbing her slowly. She’s already hard, but she’s getting thicker and warmer. Glasha squeezes her eyes shut, groaning and grunting.

    Glasha’s hand reaches around, grabbing your rear and slipping her fingers between the cheeks. You lean over her thigh, taking the tip of her cock into your mouth as her fingers rub along your slit and push through your folds. The rough pad of her finger finds your clit, rubbing and tapping it.

    You moan against her, licking down her shaft and back up to the tip. Glasha growls, and her fingers slip inside you. You squeeze tight around her and pull up from her cock.

    “Careful,” you whimper.

    Glasha sits up. “Don’t tell me,” she whispers as she moves you into her lap. You straddle her strong thigh and your slit presses directly to her. “Will I be your first?”

    You pout and nod.

    “That’s ok,” she growls. “If you don’t feel ready-”

    “I’m ready!” You argue. “It’s just that-” you stroke her cock again. “It tickled a bit.”

    Glasha smirks. “I feel honored,” she purrs. “You’re my first too.” She then looks away. “Well, first since I transitioned,” she admits.

    “Then I’ll be gentle,” you tease.

    Glasha kisses you then she lifts her chin and bites the tip of your ear. You cry out, melting at the sensation.

    “Oh?” Glasha chuckles. “Did I find the sweet spot?” She nibbles the tip of your ear and sucks it.

    “Sens-sensitive!” You whimper and twitch.

    Glasha growls, rubbing her hands down your body as she torments your ear. You have to push her away, gasping for breath. Her thigh is slick with your nectar. Her teasing has made you slick and aching for release.

    “You’re burning me,” Glasha growls. 

    You swallow and look up to her. “Then how will your cock survive?”

    Glasha laughs. “It’s made for tight, hot, elf pussy,” she moans. “Specifically yours.”

    Your cheeks burn as your pet her abs, letting your fingers ripple along them. “Is that so?” You pant. “Lucky me.” You lift your hips and move, so you rub your cunt to her tip.

    Glasha bites her lip and watches as you move over her. You rub the tip of her cock to your folds more and slowly start to ease down upon it. You grunt and moan, struggling to take her. Glasha’s fingers dig into your hips, helping you as you ease down.

    Glasha is a snug fit, her thickness stretches you, and once she’s entirely inside, you can feel her all the way back. Glasha is grunting, obviously struggling to keep herself still. You press your cheek to her, catching your breath from the effort of taking all her. You squeeze around her and moan to yourself.

    “Easy,” Glasha warns. “I’m excited.”

    You press to her body, using it as leverage as you start to roll your hips. It takes you a while to figure out the rhythm but soon you know how to move. You press your palms to her thighs, kissing her chest and as you move. Glasha’s fingers dig into your ass and hips, and she tries to keep herself in check.

    “Glasha,” you mewl, and she throws you down in an instant.

 You gasp in shock, looking up at her as she presses you into the bed. You feel her power as she rises over you. The thing you once feared about Orcs has now become the very thing that’s making your toes curl. Glasha’s strong body dominates over you as she moves within you. Your legs wrap around her waist as she thrusts her hips. You cry out, feeling all of her at once.

    Glasha grunts and moans, kissing you and licking between your breasts. Her sharp teeth glide over your nipples, and you start to twitch. Her movements are powerful and hard, the bed shakes and bangs against the wall loudly. She bites the tip of your ears, and you squeeze tightly around her. You gasp and shiver as deep sensations travel through your body. They collect in your belly, growing until it feels like every inch of you is about to set on fire.

    Your toes curl and your back arches. Your lashes flutter, and your voice chokes off as you want to yell to the heavens. You squeeze tight around Glasha’s cock, and in a moment you feel a deep warmth. Glasha grunts and snarls. Her body goes tense, and her hips jerk erratically. She soon slows as you feel her cum dribble from your lips.

    Glasha hisses and pants, laying down beside you and pulling you to her chest. It takes you a moment to recover, but when you do you feel as light as a feather. Glasha is kissing the nape of your neck as her hand pets down your front.

    “Mm,” you moan and stretch.

    “How do you feel?” Glasha asks.

    You giggle. “Greedy.”

    Glasha snorts. “What?” Her brow arches. 

    You turn and grin at her. “I want more of you,” you purr as you kiss her. “I want more of that. I want to feel you inside me all the time.” You say between long, lazy kisses.

    Glasha growls and bites your lip. “No need to be that greedy,” she whispers. “You have me, as long as you want me.” Her fingers slip between your thighs. “Fuck, I made an awful mess out of you.”

    You bite her neck as her fingers slip around in the mess. She growls and groans and pulling your leg up, so your thigh hitches around hers. You capture her hand, licking her fingertips cleaning.

    “We should be careful,” she then says. “I’m a woman who can get you pregnant after all. We should visit the apothecary soon.”

    You smirk. “You don’t want me to have your adorable half-orc babies?” You place her palm over your belly.

    Glasha’s cheeks darken. “Not now,” she whispers. “In the future maybe.” She kisses you and moans. “I want to have you alone for a while,” she purrs. She kisses your cheek and neck then presses her lips to your ear. “I love you,” she says as her voice cracks. 

    You sit up, kissing her hard. “I love you too,” you gasp.

    Glasha started to cry, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She sniffles and ducks her head down.

    “Were you worried I didn’t?” You wipe up her tears. “Of course I love you.”

    Glasha wraps you up in her arms, kissing you and pushing you down into the mattress again. You giggle with glee, wrapping yourself around Glasha. Elation washes over you with the realization that both you and Glasha have finally found a place where you belong.