Orc & Mortabulus Lovers (complete)

    A few years ago, you had been taken during the orc Reaping in your home of Obresh. It had come as a shock to you, especially since Makas never seemed to like you. You were used to that, having lived on the outskirts of Obresh your whole life because of your family’s profession. Most people didn’t trust the witches.

    Makas though had admitted that, while at first, he had always been taught to despise your kind, he had been drawn to you and eventually he knew you would be the one he would take in the Reaping. As such, he had prepared his home with a garden for you and prepared the kitchen to suit your needs.

    It took you some time, but eventually, you fell in love with Makas too. 

    In the morning you often wake up to the sound of Makas outside. He grunts and snarls, chopping wood for the fire. You enjoy this sight, watching him shirtless and swinging that ax. His muscles are bulging and rippling. You smirk to yourself, watching your orc husband a bit lasciviously.

    You then see something in the woods. You perk up a bit, staring into the still foggy treeline. It’s dark and stays low to the ground, but you see something moving. You gasp and sit up in the window. 

    “Makas,” you whisper urgently. “Makas!”

    He continues to chop wood, not hearing you.

    You keep your eyes fixed on the creature lurking in the trees. It rises for a moment, and you see its strange, haunting eyes flash towards you. 

    “Makas!” You snap.

    “What?” Makas turns around and glares at you. 

    “There’s something out there!” You hiss.

    Makas turns, looking into the woods. Of course, there’s not a thing now. But you know what you saw. You may not know exactly what it was, but you saw it.

    Makas grunts and looks back at you. He approaches the window and leans against the wall. “If you want my attention, you don’t have to make up stories, love.”

    You huff, still staring off into the trees. “I know what I saw, Makas!” You snap down a dirty look at him. “There was something big and creepy out there!”

    Makas chuckles. “I’ve got something big a creepy for you.”

    You scowl down at him. “Really?”

    Makas laughs and kisses you. “Go back to bed. I’ll meet you there.”

    You grumble under your breath as he picks up two arms full of wood. You look back out into the trees for a moment and then go into the kitchen.

    Makas tosses a few logs onto the fire and turns as you walk in. “I thought I told you to wait in the bed?” He snarls with a smirk.

    You glance over at him, taking in his form. He’s big and strong with a bit of a gut. He’s somewhat older, and his dark body hair is starting to pepper. He has scars along his sides and one big one going down his face that requires him to wear an eyepatch. Not the best looking, but for you, he’s magnificent.

    “And I thought I told you I didn’t want to be kidnapped by a big, hairy, sweaty orc.” You poke his chest. “We all want something.”

    Makas grins, dipping down and meeting your kiss. His thick, callused hand palms your rear and his chuckle rumbles in his chest.

    “What do you want for breakfast?” Makas asks.

    You sigh and shake your head. “I’m not picky,” you answer. You go over to your stack of books and pull out a rather heavy one. It’s something your grandfather had been working on all his life, cataloging the creatures of the world.

    “You sure?” Makas asks. “Because I could give you my dick for breakfast.”

    You glare up at him from the book. “I’ve had your dick for breakfast. It’s far from filling these days.”

    Makas clutches his chest and falls back against the cabinets. “Ow, my love, you cut me deep.”

    “Just make something I care to have in my mouth this morning,” you scoff as you look back into the book.

    Makas slams himself dramatically into the cabinets again. “My love dares shoot me yet again!” He cries.

    “Just cook, you moron,” you sigh.

    “Anything my evil bride commands,” he laughs as he stands.

    You turn pages in the book, hoping to find something that resembles what you saw in the forest earlier. 

    Makas sits beside you, handing you the breakfast he’s made. “What are you looking for?” He asks.

    “I’m trying to identify the thing I saw this morning,” you say.

    Makas shoves a piece of bacon into your mouth. “It was me. Duh.”

    You frown up at him. “You don’t believe me?” You ask between bites.

    Makas shrugs. “You know more than I do about these things. If you saw something, I trust you saw it. I don’t want to know what it is,” he smirks. “It’s scary.”

    “Says the guy who has fought in wars since he was teething.” You shove him then turn the page. Your eyes focus on the creature drawn there, and you point.

    “That’s it,” you whisper.

    Makas scowls as he looks at the book. “Nope. I don’t like that.”

    “Mortabulus,” you whisper. “A dark forest entity that stalks mass graves or cursed earth. The Mortabulus feeds on bones. It poses no threat to the living other than it’s penchant to stalk, scream, and frighten. If their feedings grounds become disturbed, they will do anything to get rid of those bothering them.”

    You look up to Makas. “Is there a mass grave in the woods?”

    His grimace is the only answer you need.

    “Well then,” you shut the book. “We now know what we’re dealing with.” You stand up and go back to the bedroom to change.

    “You’re not going to find this thing are you?” Makas storms in after you.

    “I’m just going to tell it that we don’t want to bother it. We aren’t going to pester, and we’d appreciate not getting screamed at.” You say as you change into your clothes.

    “No,” Makas snarls.

    You turn and look at him. “The book says they don’t harm the living.”

    “I don’t care. Anything with death in the name can’t be good.” Makas snarls.

    “I’m just gonna talk to it.” You say as you go back into the kitchen. You fetch one of your soup bones from the cabinet.

    “Love,” Makas growls as you step out the door.

    “If you’re so concerned, come with me. You can tell me all about the mass grave out there,” you say with a wink.

    Makas grumbles under his breath, following behind you and then capturing your hand. “That whole forest is nothing but a mass grave,” he snarls under his breath. “Enemies and orc alike are buried out there. Generations of them in fact. If that creature is out there, they’ll be kept fed for eons.”

    “Hmm, I don’t know which is worse, a monster eating the skeletons out here, or that fact we’ve lived next to a mass grave all this time.” You murmur.

    Makas picks you up to set you over a fallen a tree. “I’ve grown up beside it all my life. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

    “I can see where you’d be concerned. Telling your kidnapped bride, she’s also living next to a melting pot of dead can be a boner killer.” You turn and look into the woods. You’ve never gone this far in before.

    While Makas’s climbs over the fallen tree, you step out, you then see a hole in the ground. Looking in, you see something glowing inside like two shiny marbles.

    “Hi!” You wave inside. “Are you the Mortabulus?”

    Makas yanks you away from the hole in a hurry. You drop the soup bone in his rush to pull you away.

    “Makas, stop it you’re-” 

    A black shape lurches out from the hole. It screams, sounding very much like a trumpet of the unholy. He lands with a sickening thud on the ground. Claws scrap and dig into the ground attached to long spindly arms. The Mortabulus looks like it is covered in thick, black fur, but it wisps and flickers like smoke or the flame of a candle. The head comes out from the thick mane, smooth and long. It looks like the head of a cane, ending in a small, soft pad of a nose. The nose has a link through it. You had sworn you had seen eyes, but the head seems to have none. A long, blood-red tongue lashes out from the jowls which cut all the way down the head and onto the neck.

    It then suddenly stops and drops its gaze, looking down at the soup bone you brought. It gasps and makes a soft chittering sound. It grabs the bone and licks it. It’s tongue corkscrews down into the marrow, and it starts to purr.

    You shove away from Makas. “If you like that, I can always get you more.”

    The Mortabulus looks at you. It’s glassy eyes blinking for a moment.

    “We don’t want to bother you,” you tell it. “Understand? We won’t do anything to upset you in your home.”

    The Mortabulus slurps its tongue out and looks at you. “I know.”

    You flinch at the dark rumble of its voice. “Oh, you do...oh.” You weren’t expecting it to talk at all.”

    “I can talk,” it says, their voice seems more lilting and sweet.

    “Oh uhm, hello then, neighbor.” You wave.

    The Mortabulus waves back at you then crunches down on the soup bone with a gut-churning sound. 

    You glance to Makas then back up at the Mortabulus. “I saw you this morning and-”

    The mortabulus looks at Makas. “I like watching him,” they say, their voice a low rumble again. “He’s beautiful when he moves.”

    Makas cheeks darken, and he glances away. 

    “He is, right?” You take a step closer to the Mortabulus. “Do you have a name?” You ask.

    “I’m not sure, I’ve had people yell at me ‘what the fuck is that’ is that my name?” They ask you.

    For some reason, you find this endearingly cute. “No,” you chuckle as you step closer to them. You put your hand on theirs, and they rip it back.

    They whimper softly then tilt their head towards you. “I’ve been watching you both,” it admits. “You two...made living here feel less lonely.”

    You reach up, touching their face as they lean into your palms. “I fell in love with you,” they whisper.

    Makas clears his throat. “Well then.”

    You take them into your arms. “That’s so sweet,” you whisper.

    The Mortabulus puts its hands around your waist. “I’ve wanted to come out so many times,” it whispers. “But I was scared.”

    Makas comes closer, and the Mortabulus touches his face. “It probably would’ve been better than just hiding,” he grunts.

You step back and look up at them. “Would you like to come home with us then?”

“Very much,” they answer.

The Mortabulus follows you home. They take a shape similar to Makas, sometimes shifting into one matching yours. Inside the house, they take a more primal form as they sniff around and get familiar with the setting. They arrive in the morning, often right as Makas is chopping wood. They will join you for the rest of your day before disappearing back into the woods at night.

You decided to name them Elion after a fairy tale you once read as a child. As Elion became familiar with the house, as well as you and Makas, you noticed they were quite handsy. They liked to touch and rub against things, specifically you and Makas. Their hands can go from sharp claws to soft paws. They like to put their hands around your waist and their nose to the back of your neck. Their nose is soft and squishy and the hoop going through it is often cold. You notice that when Elion does this to Makas, the big orc loves to lean into it.

“You say you love us,” you say to Elion one evening. “What sort of love is that?”

Elion is quiet for a moment. “The way that you and Makas show your feelings to one another,” they reply. “It’s how I wish to show it to both of you.”

“Oh,” makas whispers, his cheeks growing dark. “So, you’re in love with us?”

Elion nods and fidgets with their fingers. “There have been times, I must admit, I watched you as you mated.”

This time your cheeks burn. Makas may not be embarrassed by that, but you are.

Makas chuckles. “Did you enjoy what you saw?”

“I would have much preferred joining,” Elion answers without a hint of shame. “I wanted to feel that bond with you. I wanted to feel that heat.”

You clear your throat. “Do you mate, Elion?”

They’re quiet again. “I can, but it has never come up. I’ve never met another of my kind before.” They lift their head. “But when I saw the both of you, I knew it was something I wanted.” They stretch out and nuzzle to your cheek then Makas.

“I can be anything you want.” They lean back again and expose themselves, showing off a thick growth below. They then take their fingers and slip them inside themself. A soft moan escapes their mouth and then a dark, hungry growl.

You swallow as you watch, not exactly sure what you were seeing, but enjoying it. Makas’s hands squeeze around you waist, and you hear his dark snarl in your ear.

“Look at the poor thing,” he moans. “They’ve suffered long enough, love.” His thick fingers rub between your thighs and grind against your growing heat.

You bite your lip, watching Elion’s fingers go deeper. They then stroke their growing shaft, pumping slowly as their moans grow.

“Go help them,” Makas snarls, pushing you forward.

You get up and walk over to Elion who sits up. They dip their neck down, and you kiss them. Their lips are soft, and they press eagerly to yours.

You take Elion’s hand, guiding it down to touch between your thighs. Elion gasps loudly as their fingers sink into your warm folds. 

“Oh, wow,” they pant.

Makas stands beside you, stealing a kiss from Elion who admires him for a moment. Elion’s hand pets down Makas’ chest and then caresses the length of his shaft.

“He’s good with that,” you moan as Elion’s fingers continue to move inside you.

“I can’t decide which I want,” Elion whimpers.

“Why?” Makas snarls. “You can have us both.”

Elion gulps. “I can?”

You giggle and strip off your clothes. “Of course.” You lay back, inviting Elion closer to you.

They brace over top of you as Makas guides them to your slit. Elion shudders, and his hips buck. They then slip inside you, their shaft is twisted and had flared ridges. It fits inside but then seems to lock in place. They’re not quite as thick as Makas, but they’re amazingly long.

Elion’s tongue hangs from their mouth, and they grunt and whine. They move slowly, savoring the sensation of being inside you. 

“So good,” they whisper.

You mewl, biting your lip and you take hold of their waist. “Elion,” you pant.

Makas comes up behind Elion, rubbing his cock to their dripping slit. “Just wait,” he growls. “It’s going to get a lot better.”

Elion gasps and shivers. You watch them as Makas moves inside them. Elion’s shaft bulges inside you, seeing to get thicker as Makas plants himself inside them.

You whimper, wiggling your hips. “Elion?” You whisper, petting their chest. “You ok?”

Elion sniffles and whimpers. “I’m so happy.”

You kiss them as Makas starts to move. His thrusts shove Elion deeper inside you. The three of you moan and sigh. Elion’s voice shifts between dark and dangerous, to soft and gentle. Makas snarls and grunts, his movements become harder and faster.

Elion, inside you, is throbbing. You can feel the pulse of him deep inside you, they’ve grown warmer, and you can feel the heat pool in your belly. You can hear Makas groaning, and you can tell he’s close.

“Elion,” you whisper, clinging to them.

“I’m-” Elion pants then cries out. They stretch out their neck and let out a cry. Unlike before, when they screamed, this sound is much more pleasant.

Makas snarls and roars, he bucks and shivers, suddenly growing still and throwing his head back. Elion trembles and inside you feel a rush of warmth. You gasp, and your voice chokes off. You grip tight to Elion as your body convulses and trembles.

Elion falls on top of you, breathing into your ear. 

Makas pulls back, and with shaking legs, he flops onto the ground beside you. “That was….” he pants. “Something.”

You chuckle and kiss him then snuggle to Elion. “How do you feel?” You whisper to them.

“Mm,” Elion grunts. “Makas came inside me.”

You snort. “He tends to do that.” You kiss Elion softly. “Aside from that.”

Elion lays their head on your chest. “I feel so happy,” they whisper. “I felt it,” they murmur. “I felt it all. The bond. The heat. I felt so loved.”

Makas pulls you close, having both you and Elion lay on his chest. “Yeah, you’re stuck now. Should’ve gotten out while you had the chance.” He kisses Elion. “Your ours now.”

Elion snuggles to Makas’s neck and purrs softly. “I’m glad.”

You lay your head on Makas chest. “How did Elion feel for you?”

“I can’t explain it,” Makas growls. “Tight and liquid at the same time. It was like fucking hot cocoa.”

You snort and kiss his cheek. “I wonder if they taste that good too.”

Elion squeaks.

“What about you?” Makas asks. “How did they feel inside you?”

You smirk. “Maybe you’ll just have to wait and find out for yourself.”

Elion gasps again. “You’re going to make me crazy!”

“That she will,” Makas grins. “That she will.”