Orc Girlfriend Chara (complete)

    “I don’t see why you can’t wear the lovely ball gown I got for you!” Your mother frets about as you pose in front of the mirror.

    “I told you, Mother, that’s not my thing. The gowns suit Ella much better anyways.” You can’t help but preen a bit. You’re enjoying your new short haircut, and the way you can smooth is back like you had seen some princes do. You were wearing a bright red jacket with gold embroidery and buttons. It had long tails down the back as well, making you feel extremely dapper. You also had on brand new boots that went up your thighs. You had been wearing them in your room to break them in and make sure they were comfortable for the ball that evening.

    It was your mother’s worst nightmare. Her heir wearing such masculine clothes when she could be packed like a sausage into a lovely hand-beaded gown made to make her look like she was ready to wed and pop out babies.

    Nothing wrong with that, of course. But that wasn’t you that was more your baby sister, Ella. She loved that sort of thing. You felt more comfortable in princely attire. And with your new cropped hair, you felt unstoppable.

    “At least wear this,” your mother brandishes the ruby red lipstick she has worn all her life.

    You smirk and take it, applying it deftly in the mirror. You had nothing against makeup, hell, the whole reason you had gone with red was so it would match the lipstick in the first place.

    Your mother sighs. “Well,” she starts.

    “Well!” You pose. “What do you think?”

    “I’m thinking,” your mother taps her chin.

    You laugh and turn around. “I think I look amazing.” You reply. You flex and squeeze your arm, wishing it could look as big and seam ripping as the Knights’ do. “Maybe I’ll win myself a princess tonight.”

    You mother grumbles something under her breath. “You can have fun with princesses, but you need to get serious with a prince.”

    “I am dead serious about a prince,” you scoff. “Dead serious about being one.”

    “Young lady,” you mother growls.

    You take your father’s crown from the pillow on the vanity and place it on your head. “I will be the first Princess Prince in all the land!” You grin at your mother, enjoying her flustered reaction.

    “Oh come on, take some laces out of your bodice and live a little. You used to have all sorts of girlfriends,” you tell her as you set the crown back.

    “Exactly, used to,” she scoffs and fixes your hair from where the crown set wrong.

    You chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose. “Tonight is all about fun. I’m not worried about making myself eligible to anyone. I’m going to keep an eye on Ella.”

    “There’s the kicker,” you mother huffs. “Ella is sick.”

    “What?” You gasp. You’d been busy all day and simply thought Ella was getting ready for the ball. You didn’t know something was wrong.

    “She started bleeding like a stuck pig and won’t leave the hot bath,” you mother sighs. “She’s been crying and eating in there all day.”

    “Well, then I should stay home and take care of her,” you say.

    Your mother shakes her head. “You go. If you don’t, I think it will only make the poor thing feel worse.” She then places a pair of gloves in your hands. “Go. Have fun. Ella will want stories tomorrow.”

    You sigh, disheartened your best friend and date wasn’t going to be able to go with you. But you go to the ball, alone. You get there, noticing a few eyes staring at you as you walk around in your jacket and boots.

    You go to the bar, ordering yourself some wine to enjoy while you watch the festivities of the evening. While there, you see a woman standing in the corner. She’s keeping her head down and looks like she’s trying to vanish into thin air. You order a second glass of wine and approach her.

    She’s tall, and as she tries to keep her shawl over her arms, you notice she has the kind of arms you wish you had.

    “Is something wrong?” You offer her a glass of wine.

    She flinches and turns, her dark green complexion is darker around her cheeks, and her bright brown eyes look red from crying. Her tusk gut from her bottom lip, which looks like lipstick has been smeared from.

    “Hey,” you set down both glasses and approach her. “What’s the matter now?” You coax her. 

    The orc sniffles and turns away. “Just go away! All of you just leave me alone.”

    “Whoa,” you say and smile at her. “I just got here. I saw a lovely lady standing alone, and I wanted to see why.” You touch her arm. “Why don’t we go out to the garden? It’s nice and quiet there, and you can tell me who it is I need to fight.”

    She sniffles and looks down at you. “You’re a girl,” she murmurs.

    “I’m a woman,” you smirk. You then offer your hand. “Come along. I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

    She gingerly takes your hand, following you outside to the gardens. You take her to a small, secluded patch where roses are growing. There’s a sitting area where there are stone benches. The two of you sit together, and you offer her your handkerchief.

    “Now tell me,” you murmur. “Why are you so upset?”

    “I was so excited for tonight,” she whimpers. “I had a date and everything,” she sniffles and shakes her head. She blows her nose, trying to be dainty as possible. “Turns out,” she chokes on her own voice and her lip trembles.

    You furrow your brow and put your hand on her knee. “Was it a cruel joke?” You ask with a hushed voice, already angry.

    She nods, her long black braids falling loose from the neatly done up-do. “It was!” She lets out a loud sob she was holding back.

    You glare down at the cobblestone. “Disgusting.”

    “I am!” She sobs.

    “Hey,” you cup her cheek and turn her to look at you. “You aren’t the disgusting one here. You’re a beautiful lady. The one who is ugly and nasty is the asshole who did this to you.”

    She’s shocked then smiles softly. “Thank you.”

    You beam brightly at her. “Now tell me, what’s your name.”

    She sniffles and glances back to you. “Chara,” she answers.

    You take Chara’s hand and kiss her knuckles. “It is an honor to meet you, Lady Chara,” you grin up at her. “Now, tell me another name,” you say. “The name of the asshole you did this to you.”

    Chara wipes at her eyes. “Lord Aradale,” she says.

    You laugh and shake your head. “Oh good!”

    “What?” Chara asks, her eyes going a bit wide.

    You grin at her. “I used to shove his head into the sand when we were children. He may have a good face, but only because I pounded into shape and polished it with ocean sand.” You kiss her knuckles again. “I’ll be right back.” You stand up from the stone bench.

    “Where are you going?” Chara gasps.

    You turn and smile at her. “To go pound his face into marble.” You turn out your heel and go back inside.

    You find Aradale standing with a small group. Men and women alike are flocked around him while he tells one of his haughty and boring stories. You tap his shoulder, and he turns around.

    “Oh well, look at you,” he gives you the up and down look that makes you want to punch him even more. “Always one to make herself stand out,” he snorts.

    “Yeah, sure,” you roll your eyes. “Where is your date?” You ask.

    “My what?” He has a knowing smirk on his lips.

    “Your lovely date,” you snap your hands to your waist.

    His gaggle of admirers all starts to giggle and chortle to themselves.

    “Oh,” Aradale turns and smirks to all of them. “My date. Yes. No clue.” He shrugs and gives you another once over. “We got here, and she wandered off. Probably to devour the entire buffet.”

    His clique has started laughing out loud.

    You grab Aradale by the nape of his neck. He freezes up, perhaps flashbacking to the days when your parents would vacation together, and you would take hold of him in the same fashion and pound him into your sandcastles. 

    “You should offer her a drink to go with her meal then.” You drag him away, still happy you are miles away stronger than he is even if you have scrawny arms.

    “Now wait a moment! Let me go! Let me go!” He struggles and tried to claw at your hands. Good thing you were wearing the gloves your mother gave you.

    You take him over to the punch bowl and shove his head right inside it. You hear gasps and murmurs all around you. You lift Aradale’s head back out and push it back in. You then throw him over the table and in his struggle he drags the punch bowl with him, covering himself in fruit.

    You smirk. “You always did know how to make a mess of everything Aradale,” you click your tongue.

    You turn, seeing Chara standing at the door. You walk over to her and take her hand. “It’s a mess in here,” you tell her. “But I so would love a dance.”

    Her cheeks darken again, and she squeezes your hand. “No one has ever stood up for me before,” she murmurs.

    You lead her out to the ballroom as the music starts again. “I take care of people,” you tell her. 

    Chara’s smile starts to blossom as you two dance around together.

    “Now tell me Chara, where are you from?” You ask. 

    “I’m from up north,” she replies. “My father is King Darrick.”

    You glance up at her. “King Darrick? I thought he was unwed?” Your question.

    “He is,” Chara replies. “He adopted me.” You spin and watch her grin get bigger. “He found me after a battle. I was left abandoned under a tree, so he took me in as his own.”

    “Lucky girl,” you dip her, much to her bewildered awe. 

    Chara’s expression is pure delight and revelry. As she stands back up, her hair finally falls free. Her long braids fall over her face and shoulders, and your heart skips a beat.

    “Beautiful,” you murmur.

    “Sorry,” Chara blushes.

    “Nonsense,” you kiss on the many braids. “Why apologize for giving me such a lovely vision?”

    Chara dips her head, trying to hide her smitten smile and blushing cheeks behind her hair. The two of you continue to dance, talk, and flirt all night. You find an empty room where you continue your evening without anyone around you.

    It’s there you kiss Chara, maneuvering between her tusks to steal it.

    Chara puts her hands on your shoulder. “What was the for?” She gasps.

    “Is it ok?” You ask. “I’ve been dying to do it all evening, I thought-” Your cut off by Chara kissing you, pressing close to you and putting her hand around your waist.

    You moan happily as you melt into it.

    “I’ve never kissed a girl before,” Chara says sweetly. “Although, I’ve always wanted to,” she confesses with a shy voice.

    You smirk at her. “Anything else you’ve ever wanted to do with a girl?” You kiss her neck and tug away her sleeve to find more purchase of her skin.

    Chara lets out a nervous giggle.

    “That cute little laugh sounds suggestive,” you purr.

    Chara looks at you and smirks. “You’ve done enough for me this evening. I should really thank you for everything.”

    “It would please me to please you,” you wink. “Not often I meet a lady like you, Chara.”

    Chara kisses you again, her hand squeezes your rear, and you squeak. “Not good?” She gasps.

    You giggle. “No. It felt very good.” You look into her eyes. “You can spank it if you want.”

    Your eyes get wide, and her jaw drops.

    You start to laugh, but then her hand claps down on your ass. You yelp and feel a lump rise up in your throat. 

    “Like that?” Chara squeaks.

    You grin at her as you bite your lip. “You’ve thought a lot about this.”

    Chara dips her chin down and smirks. “Maybe.”

    You dip down and kiss her, gingerly undoing the buttons on her dress. It opens up, revealing his breasts pronounced on the top of her bodice. You kiss between them and Chara mewls softly. She leans back in the sofa, letting you take the lead while her hand stays on your breasts.

    You push up her skirts, squeezing her thighs and admiring how thick and strong they were. You look underneath, seeing her fluffy mound is uncovered.

    “No underwear up north?” You purr.

    “It’s so hot down here,” she pants.

    “It’s hot down here too.” You rub your fingers to her mound, and Chara’s fingers dig into your ass. You scoot down, placing your head between her dangerous thighs and lapping your tongue up her slit.

    Chara squeaks and throws her head back. “Don’t-oh...that feels good!” She whispers. “Kind of tickles.”

    You look up at her, kissing her clit and placing your lips around it. You start gently, listening to her giggles become long, drawn-out sighs. 

    “Wait,” she pushes you back. She then sits up and struggles with her tight bodice.

    “Sorry darling,” you move around her and help with the laces. As soon as it is removed, Chara looks much more comfortable.

    “Maybe I should follow suit,” you start by taking off your jacket, but as you go to remove your boots, she stops you.

    “Is there any way you can keep those on?” Chara asks timidly.

    You smirk. “I think so.” You take off your pants, rolling them up and then discarding them, so you’re still in the thigh high boots. “Like this.”

    Chara’s hand returns to your ass, kneading and groping. “Yeah.” She whispers.

    You giggle, dipping back between her thighs. You kiss her clit and suckle it again. She mewls and pants. You start sucking harder, and she cries out. Her clit is thick and plump, it feels good on the tongue.

    You then feel her fingers slip inside you. You moan against her folds as her thick fingers slip inside you.

    “Chara,” you moan against her wet lips.

    Chara pulls you back up. Kissing you as her fingers move inside you. You straddle her thigh and you knee presses to her mound.

    “My hero,” she purrs into your ear.

    You turn, kissing her as her fingers fill you. You then stroke your hand down her chest, rubbing her clit with your fingers.

    You then hear voices and people coming closer. You still, waiting. The door opens, and you both quickly scramble. You gather your things and race through another door, finding yourselves in a large, dark closet.

    “That was close,” Chara gasps.

    “It was,” you growl. “I was close.”

    Chara giggles and finds you in the darkness. “Can we keep going?”

    “Of course,” you slip your hand between her thighs and curl your fingers inside her. She tightens around your knuckles, and you moan against her breasts. The voices outside the closet door are loud, so it allows you and Chara to be a little loud.

    You touch and kiss, enjoying each other and giggling. You’re both tangled together, tasting each other, feeling one another. It’s amazing and perfect, you never want it to end. Chara coaxes from you powerful waves of pleasure, and you do all you can to give them to her.

    By dawn, you’re both exhausted and sated, tangled together on the floor of the closet. 

    “I don’t want to go back,” Cahar pouts.

    You kiss her. “You think I would return you to that world?” You purr. “I am keeping you all to myself.”

    Chara beams. “If only that were true.”

    “What makes you think it’s not?” You scoff. 

    Chara sighs softly. “Things like this…” she starts unsurely, “I mean, what we have...it’s like a dream right? Too good? Too perfect?”

    You kiss her again. “I’ll marry you, you’ll see,” you growl. “I’ll make you mine forever. I’ll take you all over the world. We’ll make love in every closet we find.”

    Chara giggles. “I’d like to make love in our own bed.” Her fingers stroke down your side. “In our own home.”

    You bite your lip. “I’d never considered such a life until now,” you say. “I never thought those frilly tales of love, at first sight, were anything but daydreams and songs.” You kiss her, pressing in all your intent. “But it happened to me. I’m a fool, aren’t I?”

    “If you’re mine, I  won’t care,” Chara whispers.

    You both get dressed and leave the closet, stepping out into daylight. You go and steal breakfast from downstairs and go out to the garden.

    You take off one of your rings and tie it into one of Chara’s braids. “So that way, my intent is clear.” You gaze up into her lovely brown eyes. “I’ll let your father know how I feel and that I intend to earn you.”

    “You have,” Chara murmurs.

    You beam up at her. “Not enough. Not by a long shot.” You stand on tiptoe to kiss her, and you hold her hands. “I’m sure your father will agree to that.”

    Chara brushes her fingers against your cheek. “Thank you.”

    “For what” You chuckle.

    “You made me feel beautiful when I felt my worst,” she murmurs. “I’ve always been made to feel like I am disgusting. Just because I am an orc,” she sniffles. “My father always told me, I would find someone who would see me and see nothing but beauty and love.” She kisses you, picking you up off the ground. “I am so glad I found you.”

    “I am too,” you whisper to her. “I won’t keep you waiting ever again.”