Orc Boyfriend Makhel (complete)

    You used to love visiting your grandmother when you were little. Living on the coast of a small town in Maine meant you got to spend all summer swimming, going to the carnival, the beach parties, and downtown had the neatest little candy shop. 

    Your grandmother’s house was nice too. The big, elaborate Victorian mansion was one of the biggest buildings in town. Your grandmother won awards for her gardening and holiday decorating. It was the best place to be.

    The keyword here is ‘was.’ Your grandmother grew old and was unable to keep up with the huge place. She stopped gardening, and she stopped decorating. The once great building was like her, withering away and slowly going into disrepair.

    The town was much the same way. Gone were the days of carnivals and beach parties. The downtown area was nearly deserted, and the wonderful like corner candy store was long gone. It was nearly a ghost town these days. 

    Your grandmother had been sent to an assisted living community, and you were tasked with getting the house back into shape so it could be sold. You knew a thing or two about repairs and remodeling, but you knew you’d need more than just help when it came to this old place.

    The exterior needed to be painted, and the porch needed repairing. It was starting to decay, and it wasn’t safe to linger on. The roof probably needing fixing too, new tiles for sure. You didn’t even want to think about what needed to be done beyond that.

    Inside it wasn’t too bad, just a bit old-fashioned. You would have to go through everything your grandmother left behind, get rid of it, sell it, whatever. Once the place was empty, you could paint, deal with the floors, and- You shudder once you consider all the work going into this place. You start to wonder if the budget your parents gave you was even going to cover the kitchen.

    You huff, setting down your bags as you look into the place that once was your childhood getaway. A lot of things were gone now, taken by your grandmother to her new home. Some things remained, but they were faded and dusty.

    You decide to start researching the town and see what was left. You would for sure need a repair store. To your horror, the closest repair store was an hour away near the mall. But once you search a little harder, you discover a Mom and Pop style hardware store still clinging to life downtown. You never would have found it, considering it had no social media presence let alone a website. You only found it by seeing reviews.

    Downtown isn’t the lively place it used to be. There had once been all sorts of shops with the candy store. There had been a Five and Dime, an actual shoe cobbler, a bakery, and not just one but two toy stores. Now, there was a pawn shop, several empty storefronts, and insurance bureau, a bakery that looked like it was never open except on obscure days and hours, and the tool store.

    Inside it was dusty and old, almost like stepping back in time. The shop smelled like a bag full of rusted nails mixed with dirt and coffee. It was the kind of place that, walking in with your specialty sneakers, was a huge faux pas. The only shoes allowed in here were boots caked in mud. You needed overalls too for some reason.

    “Oh, welcome,” you hear a voice near the back.

    Looking up, you see an orc come out a room carrying a very heavy looking sack on his broad shoulders. “Need any help?” He sets the bag down, and you swear you felt the floor move.

    “Just checking out the place,” you say. “I uhm,” you walk up to the counter. “Maybe, in the future, I’m going to need a lot of help.”

    The orc tilts his head, his long, dark braid falling off his shoulder. “I usually get old hands in here who say they know better than me.” He smirks, “I like that.”

    You fidget under his smile. His tusks do look quite handsome. “Yes uh-” you clear your throat. “I’m taking over my grandmother’s place. The uhm, the fucking old Victorian mansion down on Willow Lane?”

    “Miss Penny?” The orc asks. “You’re her granddaughter?”

    “Yeah,” you gasp in surprise. “I am.”

    He chuckles and holds his hand out. “Makhel,” he introduces himself. “I used to help Miss Penny out. I used to mow her lawn when I was a kid.”

    “Oh!” You gasp. “Yeah, I remember you,” you say. “I used to be the mean shit with blonde hair?” You then grimace. “I kicked you once.”

    “I was hoping you were a different granddaughter,” Makhel laughs. “You know I have a scar from that kick?”

    You laugh, covering your face with your hands. “Oh my god.”

    “I figured the pink hair was you trying to disguise yourself. I owe you big for that,” Makhel grins, leaning on the counter.

    “I am really so very fucking sorry,” you laugh. “I was a horrible asshat of a kid.”

    Makhel grins. “I should say so. I see you still have that filthy mouth.”

    You nod. “No matter how many times Grandma used soap on me, it never worked,” you reply, shaking your head. “She tried so hard.”

    Makhel snickers and you notice his dark blue eyes are sparklingly brilliant. “She had a mouth on her too. She had no room to talk.”

    “Right?” You scoff and lean on the counter with him. “I remember her yelling at that old yellow cat she had. I guess she thought I was still sleeping, but I heard a string of words I swear I’ve never even heard wrestlers use.”

    Makhel snorts, and he stands back up. “How is she? Is she doing ok since she moved?”

    You nod. “She’s closer to my mom, which is good for both of them. Grandma needs help, but at the place, we put she at least as her freedom with it.”

    Makhel nods and sighs “Good. Good. This place isn’t quite the same without Miss Penny in it.” 

    “It’s got me for now,” you chuckle. “I’m supposed to be fixing up the place to sell.”

    Makhel’s eyes narrow and his thick brow pinches together. “Sell?” he growls.

    “Uhh, yeah,” you murmur.

    He shakes his head. “That seems like such a shame,” he grumbles under his breath. “But, if it gets the placed fixed up, sure.”

    You scratch at your temple then glance back up at Makhel. “I was wondering if you knew any carpenters of repairmen in town I could hire.”

    “You’re looking at them,” Makhel says.

    You look him over, from his barrel chest to his tree trunk arms. “You?” I ask. “Just you? Is that really my only damn option?”

    “Afraid so,” Makhel sighs. “Most everyone else here is old or retired. Anyone else you have to call out of town for, and they’ll bleed you dry.”

    “Oh,” you groan as your shoulders slouch. You look back up to Makhel. “So you’re...electrician, plumber, everything?”

    “Inspector too,” he says. “But I usually call on Mr. Higgens to do that for me when I make the repairs.”

    “Oh boy,” you sigh. “Well fuck my pussy with a rake,” you grumble under your breath. “What’s your going rate?”

    “Miss Penny used to give me five dollars and whatever I wanted to eat,” he says with a smirk. 

    I know I’m defeated. “I don’t get that luxury do I?”

    “The scar on my shin says otherwise,” he smirks. “It’ll be my usual payment of so much an hour,” he replies. “I still get to eat whatever I want.” He licks his teeth as he says this.

    Over the next few months, you work on the house with Makhel’s help. You manage to get the outside done before the real summer heat sets in. Unfortunately, your grandmother didn’t have much in terms on central cooling in the house, so you had to rely on fans and the one air conditioner in the kitchen.

    The one good thing about the heat is the fact that Makhel works half naked. He’ll take his shirt off and then strut around in the almost too tight jeans he wears. You called them miracle jeans for all the good work they did. They showed off his firm ass, strong thighs, not to mention stoked the fire of your imagination.

    One day, Makhel called upon his ‘eat whatever I want’ privileges. He asked you to cook a seafood boil for him. It was something your grandmother was good at, and she had taught you how to do it, but it was heavy and hot work. So while Makhel worked on the house, you worked on dinner.

    Byt the end of the day when it was cooling off, and the sun was setting, you’re just getting the boil done. Makhel walks in, taking a steaming shrimp from the pot.

    “Smells good,” he says.

    “Does it?” You wipe your hands then tap the side of your nose. “This things busted. I haven’t been able to tell the difference from a skunk’s ass from a perfume counter since I was two.”

    Makhel then grins. “Is that why you were such a shit human being as a kid?”

    “Oh no,” you shake your head. “That was all me.”

    Makhel laughs, reaching into the boil and taking out an ear of corn. He sits down at the table, gnawing on it as he props his feet up. “I could probably sit here and eat all night if you let me.”

    You sigh and sit down in front of a fan, puffing your shirt to feel a breeze. “I figured you would. I’ve got iced tea and iced coffee ready.”

    After a while of eating and sucking his fingers, you and Makhel lean back in your chairs, enjoying that the house was finally starting to feel cool again. You were full and sated, feeling at ease for the first time since you started to work on the house.

Makhel licks his tusk and looks at you. “I have something else I want to eat.”

You look at him and frown. “You just ate half a fucking pot of seafood,” you scoff at him. “What else could you possibly want?”

“Your pussy,” Makhel snarls.

Every hair on your body stands on end. You turn and look at him in shock. “Excuse me? What the hell did you just fucking say?”

Makhel licks his lips. “I said, I want to eat your juicy, plump pussy,” he growls. “I want to hear you moan my name as I do it. I want to make you cum and see how good it tastes.”

You are slack-jawed and staring at him with great wide eyes. “Ok,” you manage to squeak.

Makhel stands up, walking over to you on the opposite side of the table. His miracle jeans are bulging at the front, his cock is already getting hard. He kneels down in front of you and unbuttons your shorts. He puts a hand under your ass to lift your hips, and he tugs away your shorts and panties.

Makhel grins then. “I like a fluffy mound,” he purrs.

You reach down, placing your hand over yourself in modesty. “Don’t stare at it.”

“Then what’s the fun of that?” Makhel kisses up my leg and nuzzles his cheek to your thigh. His stubble feels good, and you open yourself more to him.

He kisses your thighs, nibbling and biting them before he kisses your fingers covering your slit. He chuckles and looks up at me. “You’re going to have to move that.”

you bite my lip, slowly moving your fingers away and gripping your seat.

“Good girl,” Makhel groans. “You smell good,” he breathes. “It’s been calling to me since day one.” He presses close, kissing your mound and slowly opening your slit. His tongue is hot and thick, pushing inside and then lapping up towards your clit.

You bite your lip, feeling his heat first before the pressure of his tongue. You gasp softly then whimper as you feel his teeth. He licks again, swirling his tongue around your clit this time. He groans and the sound vibrates against you.

Makhel’s hands move up your thighs, grabbing my hips and digging into your ass. He kneads you and his groans go deeper. His tongue pushes inside you while the bridge of his nose rubs to your clit.

You moan and grasp the back of his head. “Makhel,” you mewl.

He slurps and moans, looking up at you. He moves back as your cum strings from his lips. “You’re messy,” he grins. “Fucking perfect.” He dives back in, and you cry out loud.

You buck your hips, grinding to his face as he sucks your clit. You shudder and arch your back, throwing your head over the chair. You grab the back of his head with both hands, moaning out loud without a care. You start to come undone, you unravel and melt and just lose yourself. 

Makhel laughs as he lifts his head. He rubs your slit with his fingers, squishing it and playing with a bit. “Delicious,” he licks his lips. 

He opens you up with his fingers and his breath shudders. “Fuck, it’s beautiful.”

“Is it?” You whimper. You stretch out your hand and grope his bulge. 

Makhel moans and presses into your palm. “It is,” he pants.

You unzip him and let his cock fall out. It’s huge like a coke can on steroids. “Holy fucking shit,” you moan. 

Makhel smirks as you stroke it. Precum dribbles from the tip, and you lick it up. You look up at Makhel, seeing the smoldering look of his eyes. You rub your pussy, slipping your fingers inside, testing it.

“What’s your hourly rate now?” You ask him.

Makhel laughs and picks me up, chucking me over his shoulder with his hand on my ass. “As long as you can last,” he snarls as he takes you to the bedroom.

He tosses you down onto the bed and then tackles you, kissing you and biting your neck and shoulders. You feel his cock rubbing against your belly, and you shiver with excitement. He’s big and hot all over.

You look up at him, gazing into his eyes. Breathlessly, you nod in approval. Makhel chews his bottom lip and moves his hips. He guides his cock to your slit, pressing his thick head at your entrance. He grunts, moving slowly as he makes his way inside.

You arch your back and grip onto his thick arms. He stretches you in the best way possible. The slight ache only adds to the pleasure you’re feeling.

“Holy fucking shit,” you groan, and Makhel laughs.

“Ok, that’s good,” he purrs. 

Your mouth opens wide. “Oh god,” you hiss. “You motherfucker.”

Makhel kisses you and bites your lip. “I’m fucking you,” he snarls. He rises up, looking down at you and stroking his wide palm down your chest.

You wrap your legs around him, commanding him to move. He pushes deep then pulls all the way out. He rubs himself against you and then pushes back in again. You cry out, still sensitive from before. You groan and gasp, gripping onto his hands and squeezing tight.

Makhel starts to finds his rhythm, grinding his hips as he works inside you. The bed rattles, slapping against the wall like Makhel slaps to your thighs. You hear drywall crumble and scatter to the floor. The bed groans and squeaks to match your own voice.

Makhel snarls and grunts, bending over to kiss you. He ruts deep inside you, his tip grinding to a weak spot. You gasp and moan, clawing your fingers down his broad back. The heat is building between you. You feel him throbbing deep inside, ready to let go. You can feel the unraveling again. You squeeze tight around him, and Makhel’s snarls become deeper and louder. He roars out, and you echo him. You feel the hot surge of him inside you, and you cling around him even as your limbs grow weak.

Makhel snarls and moans, panting hard into your ear. He’s starting to move with a big slab of drywall hits his back. You laugh at first then try to cover it.

“You ok?” You giggle.

He swats it away and huffs. “Yeah, I’m-”

The bed gives away, two legs snap, and you go sliding off the bed and onto the floor. You both start laughing, cackling as you lay there, tangled in blankets and each other. You grin up at Makhel, and he kisses you.

“Payback for your shin?” You ask as you sit up.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “That was just because I wanted to. I’ll collect on the shin thing later,” he says with a big grin.

Makhel takes the mattress from the crumbling frame and lays it on the ground. You both crawl into and lay down. You use Makhel’s arm for a pillow and snuggle close to him.

“I may need help walking in the morning,” you say as you shift around in bed.

“Did I overdo it?” Makhel asks.

You giggle. “I mean, with a suped-up cock like that, you kind of have to.”

Makhel kisses the top of your head and breathes in the scent of your hair. “I’ll help you get up in the morning,” he says.

You kiss his chest and then look up at his blue eyes. “What will the payment for your shin be?”

He grins a bit. “Maybe marriage,” he says with a laugh. “That or I’ll spank you, I haven’t decided.”

You swallow down your heart from your throat. “Ok now,” I huff. “Enough teasing.”

Makhel reaches down and gropes your rear. “Oh, I haven’t even begun to tease yet.” He looks at me. “Not even close.”