Orc Boyfriend Uram (complete)

   Your work with your father’s fur trade had you going back and forth at all times of the year. Winter, of course, was your busiest season. You were traveling almost at a near constant every day. Taking furs over the mountain and returning home to fetch another load.

   There was a rest stop at the halfway point, a perfect place really. It was carved into the rock of the mountain where it was safe from the harsh winds and weathers that affect the north this time of year. Well, it would be perfect. But you never stop there. 

   In fact, ever since you were sixteen and had been taking loads along the mountain path, you have never once stopped there. You can’t stand the owner of it. No matter what weather or ailments afflict you, you keep going. No matter how warm or cozy or inviting the place looked, you kept going.

   The owner was an orc and was a braggart of a man named Uram. He was big, loud, and obnoxious. He came down from his home to shop and trade with the locals, and he did business with your father quite often. Your father was kind and easily swayed, which is probably why he had you do all his trading over the mountain for him. Because in town he could be taken advantage of. Which is precisely what Uram does.

   On more than one occasion you’ve seen your father give Uram furs for next to nothing. If that weren’t enough salt in the wound, then Uram would go and brag about it. Talking about how he got such quality furs for so cheap a price. It was enough to make you want to skin him.

   It was enough to make you want to rage. So on principle, you never went to his rest stop no matter what was going on. It could be your last day on earth unless you went inside, and you still wouldn’t go.

   The winter this year had been harsh too. Most days it snowed, other days it was sleeting and ice. The wind hadn’t stopped in what felt like weeks, and every day it came at you a little harsher. Even as bundled up at you were, it was still freezing and sometimes challenging to deal with.

   One day, you were stocking up on supplies for your next run, when Uram walked into the store. You glared at him but went about your business like usual.

   “Well, well,” you hear a low growl. “If it isn’t the little furrier.”

   You take a steadying breath and purse your lips.

   “I rarely know when you’re coming or going these days,” Uram says as he comes to stand beside you. “Getting ready to leave again, are you?”

   You turn and look up at him. Your family is known for their short stature, so you’re used to people being taller than you. But Uram is offensively tall. To you at least. He’s a great big mountain of a man, covered in hair. You’ve told yourself once or twice if you skinned him, his pelt would make a nice rug for in front of the fire. His hair is wild, and he has an unkempt bushy beard. He looks more like a wild bear than an Orc. Thank goodness he had tusks, or you’d never be able to tell.

   You roll your eyes and go back to shopping, even if Uram is standing over you.

   “Another trip across the mountain?” Uram asks, taking the very apple you’re holding.

   You grimace and snatch it back from him. “I have my job to do. I’m sure you have some sad, lonesome job of your own to do as well.”

   Uram chuckles. “If I didn’t know better, little furrier, I’d say you were trying to insult me.” He growls as he leans down towards you.

   “I’m surprised you would know anything beyond your own scope,” you say as you start to walk away from him.

   Uram follows behind you. “You best be glad you’re cute, or I would take offense.”

   You turn on your heel and glare up at him. “Just because you think I’m cute is no reason to not take my carefully crafted insults and throw them away. Get offended,” you snarl at him.

   Uram’s chuckle is a low, dark rumble in his chest. “And to think, I was going to warn you to not traverse across the mountain.”

   “What?” You grunt towards him.

   Uram tosses an apple into the air and catches it in his big palm. “The weather is supposed to turn for the worst this evening. If you go today, you’ll surely be trapped. If you go tomorrow, you won’t even be able to get onto the pass.”

   You frown at him. “What makes you say that? How can you tell the weather?”

   “I have my ways, little furrier. No matter how cute you are, if you were a little kinder, I might tell you that.” He bites into the apple and walks away from you.

   You cuss under your breath in disgust as you continue buying your supplies. Had it been anyone other than Uram, you may have listened to them. But in your own mind, you had twisted everything Uram said into poking you and taunting you. So you decided to head out that very day, just to spite him.

   You hitched up your wagon and set out on your way. Even before the sun is supposed to set, everything goes dark. The winds are rough, tossing ice and sleet at you. It starts to snow and soon, you’re blinded by it. Everything is white and even if there is a direct path, you have no idea where you are or where to go.

   You stop, only if to take care of your horse. You try to get to a spot where rocks block the wind and cold, but it seems like wherever you go, you’re trapped in some hellish snow globe. After what feels like hours of being stuck in the snowy hell, you see lights ahead.

   But to your horror, it’s the rest stop of Uram. You balk, standing between salvation and certain doom. You have so many reasons to go to the door but so many more to run away. You took Uram’s warning, chewed it up and spit it out. You didn’t want to go to him looking like a raging moron. You didn’t want to hear him brag and gloat about how right he was. You just couldn’t.

   “Get inside!” You hear Uram roar.

   You gasp and turn, seeing him at the open door. He came stomping out, grabbing your horse from you and pushing you towards the entrance. You slip and fall on the ice, nearly hitting your head. Uram grabs you up, setting you on your feet.

   “Get inside, you fucking moron!” Uram yells.

   “Don’t touch me!” You scream at him and shove him.

   Uram glares down at you and then takes your horse to the stable, unlatching your wagon and leaving it outside. Once he comes back and sees you still standing there, he grabs you up and places you on his shoulder.

   “Let me go!” You yell, kicking and punching him.

   He pays you no mind, walking you through the front door. He lays a sounding clap against your ass.

   “Ow!” You yell. “What the fuck?”

   Uram throws you down onto a sofa and glares at you. “Stupid girl,” his lip curls as he hisses at you. “I told you it was going to storm and what do you do?” He shakes his head. “Impudent.”

   You scoff at him as you sit up. “If you didn’t say it like such an asshole, I might have believed you.”

   “Fuck you,” he snarls and stomps off.

   You glare after him, but the allure of the warm fireplace soon makes you relieved you’re no longer outside. You’ve never been inside Uram’s home before. So you had your own idea of what it could be. You always thought that, since it was carved into stone, everything inside would be rock hard and made from stone as well. A place that was only a little better than the outside.

   Instead, everything looked comfortable and warm. It looked livable and as much as you hate it, inviting. The sofa you were on was extremely soft, and there were blankets all over it. There were rugs on the ground, covering the stone floor. Above you, there was a candelabra made from tusks and horns of various creatures.

   You hear the stomping footsteps of Uram as he returns. You turn, looking at him as he places something on the table behind the sofa. 

   “Eat something,” he snarls, tossing a warmed roll at you. 

   You’re stunned and not quite sure what to do. The roll is more like a loaf of bread in your hands.

   “How long were you out there?” Uram asks with a snarl.

   You huff and look away as you try to deny your own hunger. “What does it matter?” You grumble.

   “It matters if you’re stupid,” Uram grunts. “Honestly, I’ve never seen someone act as haughty and so full of shit as you.”

   “I act haughty?” You balk at him, and you stand up on the sofa. “How dare you say that to me when all you do is brag and boast all about town!”

   Uram stands closer to the sofa and prods his finger out towards you. “I may brag, but I have worked for everything I have. I have built everything from nothing, unlike some little girls who waltz into success because of their father’s hard labor.”

   You slap his hand away.

   “I don’t treat people like I am above them, curling my lip and sneering down my nose at them even if they stand taller than me,” Uram growls.

   Your eyes widen, and you hold your jaw stiff as you look at him.

   “Admit it, little furrier, you think you’re so much better than everyone else,” he shakes his head. “But really, you’re a spoiled little princess, and you deserve more than the one slap on the ass I gave you.”

   “You’d get off on that wouldn’t you?” You snap at him.

   The grin that then crosses his face makes you press your mouth into a tight, nervous line. Uram zeroes in, coming close to you. “You have no idea what gets me off,” he whispers to you. “So don’t even try to start there.” He stabs a knife into the center of the table.

   “I best leave you alone, before I do something I regret.” He turns away, leaving you as he goes up a set of stairs to the loft.

   You swallow, pushing down the lump in your throat. You sit back down on the sofa, still holding the bread that Uram gave you.

   Sometime in the night, you had fallen asleep on the sofa. It was big enough for you and just as comfortable as any bed. But when you woke up, you have a blanket laid over you and a pillow under your head.

   You grunt as you get up, rubbing your eyes. The room is dark, but the fire is still going strong. You get up and go to the window, seeing nothing but white in front of you.

   “Oh my god,” you whisper, touching your fingers to your lips.

   The door opens, and snow pours into the room. Uram steps over the wall of ice and snow and back into the house. He shovels the snow that fell in back out the door and forces the door shut.

   He turns and notices you standing there staring at him. He’s dressed head to snow in snow gear, the only part of him visible were his dark eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re awake. I was hoping for some peace.”

   “What’s going on out there?” You ask, following after him.

   He starts stripping off his clothes, ripping away his scarf and jacket. He knocked off his boots at the fireplace, the snow melting and hissing on the hot stones. “Isn’t it fucking obvious?” He snarls. “Or are you just that poorly educated?”

   You glare at him. “Was the storm really that bad? Am I going to be able to get out and go home?”

   Uram throws back his head and laughs. “You really are that fucking stupid!” He removes the rest of his winter wear, jerking his hat from his head. The sight of him gives you a great shock.

   “You’re not going anywhere, little furrier, you and I are trapped together like prisoners.” He smirks at you, his face freshly shaven and his wild hair has somehow been slicked back and pulled into a long, elegant braid. His dark hair and stubble are peppered by pure white, which you’d never noticed before when his hair was all wild.

   Your expression of shock instantly turns into a smoldering ember of a glare. “For how long?”

   Uram stands up, rubbing his freshly shaved chin. “Could be a few days, maybe weeks.”

   “Weeks?” You blurt. “I barely have any clothes with me! What about supplies?”

   Uram looks back at you with a quizzical look. “Don’t you trust me?”

   “Not especially!” You snap then you huff and your shoulders slouch. “Oh god I have to, don’t I?”

   Uram grins. “I have you just where I want you, little furrier. Perhaps I’ll be able to beat that holier than thou attitude from you before I let you go.”

   You stare at him, not sure if he’s joking or serious.

   Uram then throws his head back and guffaws. “Oh this is going to be fun,” he grins.

   During that first day, you so want to hide and get away from Uram, but you have no idea where to go. All you can do is sit on his sofa and pout. You’re trapped alright, like a prisoner at the mercy of their warden.

   Uram drops your bag of supplies before you. “You said you needed clothes.”

   You sigh, seeing the bag is frozen over and probably everything inside is soaking wet. “Whatever,” you grumble. You set the bag by the fire, hoping to thaw it out before you reach inside.

   “Are you as ungrateful as you are belittling?” He snarls.

   “They’re frozen and wet!” You snap.

   “So am I,” he says, turning to the fire as he strips away his clothes. He takes off his out layer as well as his shirt until he’s half-naked before you.

   You groan in disgust, but your eyes linger. Uram’s big, broad chest is covered in thick, dark curls. His arms are big and sculpted, and even if his gut is a little soft, it still looks like a rock. You look away, ignoring the burning of your cheeks.

   A couple more days pass, and Uram still walks around the place half naked. It’s bothersome, offensive. He struts around, thinking his body is something to marvel at. And yet, you can’t help but look. Ok so, maybe he isn’t one of those twiggy elf boys you’ve usually kept company with. Sure, you’ve never seen so much hair on a man before, that’s fine and all. But why do you keep looking? What are you trying to find?

   “Ow!” You yell, having spilled coffee all over your legs.

   “What the hell are you doing?” Uram tries to suppress his laughter.

   “It’s hot! It’s hot!” You whine.

   “Then take your fucking leggings off, you idiot!” Uram snaps at you.

   You struggle between wanting to be relieved of the heat and not wanting to take off the one thing you have left. All you have now is a simple tunic, the rest of your clothes are drying or frozen. 

   You take off the leggings, looking at your pink thighs where the coffee spilled.

   “Let me see,” Uram says.

   “No!” You lurch, pinching your thighs together and covering them as well as you can with your tunic.

   “You could be burned, let me see,” Uram grunts, glaring at you with an arched brow.

   “Of course you want to look!” You snap. “Talking about spanking me and shit.”

   Uram grabs you, pulling your hands away and holding them up. “It’s not that bad.” His big hand pets your thighs where they’re pinkest, and you shudder. His fingers are tough and callused, but his touch is soft.

   “You’re just fucking good at whining,” he stands up, and your eyes lock on the bulge in his pants. You could call it out, you could taunt him and call him names for getting a hard-on by looking at your thighs. But you remain quiet and let him walk away.

   That evening, you lay on the couch, your eyes closed but finding no rest. You fidget and kick under the blankets, tossing and turning. All you want to do is sleep, but your body has other demands.

   Your cunny is slick and wet, demanding attention. You usually have your ways of dealing with this problem. You have friends you can turn to in the towns you travel to. You have toys at home. But now, you have nothing.

   You curse your bad luck. Being stuck with Uram of all people was bad enough, but dealing with a sudden flux of heat was the worst. You reach down, touching yourself and slipping your fingers between your folds. You rub slowly, finding your clit is eager and ready to be touched.

   You moan softly, trying to picture one of your friends. Their cock long and hard as they finger you to get you nice and ready. You kiss his hairy chest, moaning against this thick, strong arm. He growls in your ear, and you can feel his massive orc cock prod at your belly.

   “Fuck!” You growl as you snap to your senses. Why the fuck were you picturing Uram?

   You grunt and go back to your machinations, rubbing your clit and trying to find some relief. You then hear Uram come down the stairs. You sit up, tucking the blanket around your naked bottom as he goes to the fire. He places some logs inside it then turns and looks out the window.

   “What?” You huff at him. 

   Uram looks back at you. “You hot or something?” He points. “Your face is all red.”

   You touch your cheek and scoff. “You keep putting logs on the fire! Of course, I’m fucking hot.”

   “You can go upstairs then,” he points.

   “What?” You snap.

   “You can use the bed up there if you’re so hot,” he says. 

   You frown at him. “Use your bed?”

   He shrugs. “I could care less where I sleep. You can have the upstairs if you’re so bothered by how warm I keep this place.”

   You pinch your thighs together. “Won’t it stink up there?”

   “It stinks down here,” he says. “Why do you care?”

   You jump up from the sofa and storm to the stairs. You go up into the loft for the first time. Finding his bed is like an island to you. You go to it, touching the mattress and finding it soft. You slip under the fur blankets and are amazed at how comfortable the bed is compared to the sofa.

   “Not so bad,” you huff. You roll over, and you can smell Uram on the pillow. It isn’t a bad smell, in fact, it’s masculine and inviting.

   “No, don’t,” you snarl to yourself.

   You bite your lip, reaching back down between your thighs and touching yourself. You bury your face into the pillow.

   “How can you think of him this way?” You ask yourself. “How dare you betray yourself like this?” You moan into the pillow as you slick your fingers into your dripping wet slit. You imagine Uram touching you, his thick, rough finger moving inside your pussy. His hard kisses on your mouth before his tongue and teeth are on your breast.

   “Oh fuck,” you moan and bite your lip.

   You mage to squeak out one little orgasm. It will hold you over, but it was not satisfying in the least. You fall asleep in Uram’s bed, waking up to the sound of the harsh wind. The house is quite dark, so you assume Uram would still be asleep downstairs.

   You descend the stairs, hearing a low guttural noise. Halfway down, you can see to the sofa where Uram is sitting. He’s naked and stroking his cock. You clap your hand over your mouth, watching his hand work over his monstrous girth.

   Uram groans and pants, throwing his head back. You can’t stop watching, wanting to see more. His cock is so big, and the tip is glistening. You wonder how such a thing would feel inside. You’ve never had something so thick before, but it was always something you wanted.

   Uram grunts and snarls and you watch as his cum splashes over his fingers. You’re shocked by the amount. Do all orcs cum like that?

   “I can smell you,” Uram pants. “Did you enjoy the show.”

   You reel back in horror.

   Uram turns and looks up at the stairs. “Come down here,” he moans. “Now.”

   You take a few deep breaths, realizing you’re dripping wet. You slowly go down the stairs, and Uram stands up. His cock is laying against his thigh and even soft it looks thick and monstrous. 

   You look up at Uram who is smirking. “My eyes are up here.”

   You glare at him and open your mouth to argue, but he stops you.

   “All I could smell last night was you,” he says. “Your heat, your sex,” he bites his lip, and you have to look away. “Do you know how many times I had to take care of myself because of your fucking smell?”

   “That’s not my fault you can’t behave yourself!” You snap at him.

   “No,” he arches his thick brow. “It isn’t.” He steps towards you. “But who was touching herself first?” He asks. “Who was moaning into my pillow, thinking I couldn’t hear her?”

   You look away and back up until you’re against the wall.

   “I said I wanted to teach you a lesson,” Uram snarls. “I have been for a long time.”

   You glare up at him. “I’m not haughty!” You snap.

   Uram smirks. “Not about that.” He touches your cheek and brushes your hair from your face. “You go around with those Harken boys. Skinny little elf boys.” He leans down and presses his lips to your ear. “I’ve wanted to show you what a man can really do.”

   “Whu-what?” You shiver.

   Uram picks you up like his did that first day. He tosses you over his shoulder, and his big, meaty hand claps down on your ass.

   You yelp, but this time, it feels good.

   His strong fingers knead into your plump ass, and he spanks you again. “I’ve been wanting this ass to myself for a long time now,” he chuckles.

   You slap at the back of his head. “Who says you can?”

   Uram tosses you onto his bed, and you splay out in the blankets and pillows. “Say otherwise.”

   You clam up, not wanting to say anything at all.

   “God you stunk up my bed,” he snarls. “I’ll make you pay for that.” He strips off your tunic leaving you naked and exposed on his bed. Your bottom half is well endowed, thick ass and thighs that made buying bottoms hell in itself. You've always been self-conscious about your top half. You have tiny shoulders and next to nothing breasts, just bug bites as boys used to tease. 

   “But before I make you wash them,” Uram snarls, “I’m going to give you a reason to do it.”

   “Wait,” you whimper. “What makes you…” you swallow. “Oh fuck uhm-”

   “Forgot how to argue?” Uram grins. “Good. Just like I thought.” He touches your cheek and presses his thumb against your lips. “You’re going to make a good little toy for me.” His thumb pushes between your lips and presses to your tongue.

   “I’m going to knock that smug look of self-worth off your face,” he growls as his other hand strokes down your chest. “From now on, when you look down at old Uram, it’ll be with my cock inside you.”

   You moan against his thumb as his fingers slip inside you. They feel so much better than your own. So thick, so warm. You squeeze around them, and your lashes flutter.

   “Not so high and mighty now?” He growls, biting your neck and kissing your cheek. “I knew this sweet little cunt would be worth dealing with that mouth of yours.”

   You suck his thumb, biting it and Uram’s grin brightens. His fingers move deeper, rubbing spots in you you’ve not felt touched before. Your back arches on the bed and you moan loudly.

   “God you’re beautiful,” Uram snarls in your ear before taking out his thumb and kissing you. You kiss back, grabbing onto his face and sucking his tongue. You squeeze hard around his fingers, your inner walls convulsing and coating them in your cream.

   You flop back against the bed, heaving and your lashes fluttering. Uram chuckles, sucking his fingers clean as he watches you writhe on the bed.

   “I finally got a fucking smile,” he growls as he lays down beside you. He pulls your to his chest and kisses you again.

   You push your palms against his chest and moan softly when he pulls away. “Animal,” you grunt.

   “You’ve not seen anything yet,” he growls into your ear. “You think I’m an animal now, wait until I’m inside you.”

   You bite his neck and stroke your palms down his chest. “How good can you be if you’ve spent your whole night stroking your cock raw?” You purr.

   Uram kisses you again. “I may be an old orc, but I can still please who I share my bed with.” He grabs your hand, making you feel his rock hard cock for yourself. “You want to know what gets me off?” He snarls in your ear. “Bend over and give me your ass.”

   You shudder, sucking in a sharp breath. “I knew you were disgusting.”

   “At least I’m not a hog like you. Now bend over.” He growls as he sits up.

   You bite your lip to keep from smirking. You roll over onto your belly and hike your hips in the air, so your ass is displayed for him. His strong hands stroke up your thighs, groping your ass. He leans down and kisses each cheek, biting before grabbing and jiggling you.

   “This is all I need,” he growls.

   You look between your legs, seeing his thick cock is standing erect and swaying with its own weight. You bite your lip and wiggle your tush more.

   “Then what are you going to do?” You pant.

   Uram growls and rises up behind you. You squeak when you feel his cock slide against your lips. He rubs himself there, and you can feel every vein. You bite your lip hard as he grinds against you. Then, he suddenly pulls away. He lays back on the bed, resting against the headboard.

   You sit up with an aggravated start and glare at him. “Why did you stop?”

   “You’re not ready,” Uram grins. “Or at least, you haven’t earned it yet.”

   “What?” You huff.

   Uram smirks at you. “You really want me don’t you?” He takes his cock into his hand and starts to stroke himself. “I thought you hated me.”

   I watch with longing as he strokes his cock. “I do,” you whisper.

   “Do you?” He grins. “The way you’re looking at me says something else.”

   You look back at into his eyes. “Don’t you hate me?”

   He chuckles. “You annoy me, but I think I know how to deal with it now.” Uram grabs the back of your head, lowering you down. “How to shut that awful mouth of yours.” He presses his cock to your cheek and smears the dripping tip against your lips.

   “Show me how much you hate me,” he growls.

   You open our mouth as you take a shuddering breath. You greedily take his cock into your mouth, tasting the salt of his skin and his precum. You slurp him up, suckling his tip and rolling your tongue around on it. You pull back t catch your breath, but he pushes you back down. You take as much of his monstrous cock into your mouth as you can.

   “Good girl,” Uram moans. “Mm,” he moans. “You’re so good.”

   You look up at him and he grunts. His shaft twitches and throbs.

   “You’re making me cum,” he growls and throws his head back. “Oh fuck, yes, fuck oh-” His voice chokes off as his cum chokes you. It gushes down your throat and all over your tongue. As you pull away, it splatters on your lips and cheeks, even getting all over your eye. You cough and sputter, managing to swallow down what he left on your mouth.

   Uram chuckles and pants. He touches your cheek. “Did you swallow?”

   You open your mouth and stick out your mouth.

   “You’re gonna make me fall in love with you, you brat.” He laughs. He then wipes your face off and kisses your neck and chest. His soft moans in your ear make you melt, and you meet his kiss.

   “You taste like me,” Uram smirks. “I like that.”

   “You cum like a fountain,” you hiss.

   “Just for you,” he growls, biting your earlobe. 

   You straddle his thigh, smearing your wetness all on his leg. 

   “Give me a moment,” he whispers. “And I’ll deal with that melting cunt. Relax a moment with me.” He has you lay on his chest, and his big hand rubs up and down your back.

   You moan as you melt into him, his heartbeat is rapid and loud in his chest. You run my fingers through the thick dark curls there.

   “Look at that,” Uram pinches your cheek. “Now that’s a smile.”

   You turn that smile into a pout. “Stop it.”

   Uram kisses you. “I like that smile,” he purrs. 

   You hide your face, ducking it down on his chest.

   Uram then lifts you and lays you back on the bed. He kisses you and his hands roam your body. You moan softly, letting him move you as he wants. He takes your legs and places himself between them. You shudder as his cock rubs against you again.

   Uram’s strong hands lift your ass, raising you and angling you, so his cock slips inside. You cry out, grabbing his arms as he stretches you. He’s so big, and you’re unused to it.

   “Much better than elf dick, I promise,” Uram whispers into your ear.”You can tell me to stop anytime.”

   You shake your head. “Mm-mm.”

   “Stubborn still,” Uram moans as his cock moves deeper.

   You cry out, and your fingers dig into his arms. Uram snarls, pulling out and then plunging back inside. His snarls and your moans fill the room. He grinds his hips, and you can feel every inch of him deep inside you. 

   Uram cups his cheek and you kiss his palm. You look up at him with a moony expression. When did he start to look so handsome? Why does he feel so amazingly good?

   “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he snarls.

   You gasp and then your voice chokes off. Your back arches off the bed and your legs squeeze tighter around your waist. You jerk and grunt as he pulls from you something so powerful and hot your vision goes blurry and white.

   “Stay with me,” Uram chuckles, still moving. “Look at me, brat.” 

   You blink a few times, seeing his dark eyes above you.

   “There she is. Stay with me. Stay...oh fuck- stay-” he grunts and growls and inside you feel such a fulfilling heat you cry out again.

   You lay together, spent and exhausted. You feel like a noodle all limp and wet, covered in Uram’s sauce. You giggle, and Uram pulls you in close, kissing you.

   “Your stubble tickles,” you laugh.

   He rubs his chin all over your face and neck. “I shaved for you.”

   “What?” You snort.

   He sits up, looking down at you. “I shaved and cleaned myself up for you,” he grunts. “I didn’t want you thinking I was some gross mountain hog.”

   “Well,” you smirk, and Uram pounces on you, biting and ticking your belly. You squeal, rolling with him until he pins you to the bed.

   “I wanted you to look at me and see me,” he groans.

   You bite back a smile. “I see it,” you murmur. 

   Uram kisses you. “Do you want a bath or breakfast first?”

   You wrap your arms around his neck. “I want you again.”

   Uram bites his lip and chuckles. “Fuck,” he snarls as he towers over you. “I’ve made a worse monster than before.”

   “I thought you wanted a toy,” you mewl.

   “Just you,” he moans. 

   You kiss him and pull on his braid. “I’m sorry,” you then whisper. “I was an asshole, wasn’t I?”

   “If you want to apologize for that,” Uram grins as he gropes your rear. “I know exactly what you can do.”

   You look up at with a bewildered expression.

   “You can make me coffee,” he snarls into your ear. “And then we can fuck.”

   You snort and pull him in close, kissing him hungrily. “Promise?”

   “Of course.”