Orc Boyfriend Wyck (complete)

    I’ve been dating Wyck for a while now, I honestly never thought I would be dating someone after the last guy to storm through my life. We had met by chance at the food truck that is often outside my building. I was running late, scrambling to get cash from my piggy bank in order to afford one of my favorite meals. I rushed out money in my fist and slammed right into him. Every coin and bill I was clutching spilled out onto the street. He helped me pick it all up, and to my surprised bought me my meal to apologize. 

    We started just hanging out, but eventually, it got deeper. He kissed me one evening, and I didn’t want him to stop. That’s when we started dating. I was worried though, I was anxious about my last relationship, so I wanted to go slow. I didn’t want to rush into anything, let alone be forced to do anything either. Again. 

    Wyck surprised me again. He agreed to it, in fact, he had wanted to bring it up to me too. It was a relief and a massive weight off my shoulders.

    Our three month anniversary was coming up, and Wyck asked me if I wanted to do anything special.

    “What about a trip?” I suggested.

    He freezes up, going a little tense in his broad shoulders. He clears his throat and looks at me. “A trip?”

    “Yeah, there’s this amazing little cottage rental service just upstate. I’ve always wanted to go there but never had the money or good enough reason to. There’s a winery and some great restaurants. We could rent it out for the week.”

    Wyck fidgets, looking a bit anxious. “Is that what you really want to do.”

    I smile up at him. “I want to if you want to.” I reach out and touch his hand. “I also...really want to share a bed with you.”

    He takes my hand, squeezing it and then he kisses my wrist. “Ok,” he murmurs. He then looks me in the eye. “You have me over a barrel Madeyika,” he growls quietly into my ear. 

    I giggle, giving him a big kiss. “Thank you. I’m really excited.”

    He smiles at me, but there’s still a nervous look in his eyes.

    A few days later he texts me, telling me he’s rented one of the cottages as well as made reservations at a couple of restaurants. 

    I’ve done something really unthinkable for me, I’ve bought lingerie. It had always seemed like such a waste of money to me before. But now, I felt like I wanted to show off a bit for Wyck. I know I’m not much to look at. Really, I’m like a stick figure. But with Wyck, I do feel sexy, and I want to show him that.

    I’m ready to take the next step with Wyck. I want us to make love at last. I know it may seem like a long time to wait, but I feel comfortable with the idea now. Wyck has been the best man I’ve ever been with. And to be honest, I never thought I’d date an Orc.

    Wyck stands head and shoulders over me. Standing next to him, I know I don’t look like much. Hell, one of his hands can wrap around my waist. If Wyck ever wanted to, he could snap me in half. But his touch is always gentle, his kiss soft, and he always says the sweetest things. 

    He owns and manages an apartment building, a few in fact. He makes fantastic money, but that’s far from my reasons for dating him. He lives on the top floor of one that has the most incredible view of the city. I always love visiting his place and sitting on the veranda as the sunsets.

    It’s nice dating someone who wants to take care of me as much as I want to take care of them. In my last relationship, I felt like mother and girlfriend to him. I took care of him, gave him money, everything stupid. But I’ve learned from it, and thankfully Wyck isn’t anything like him.

    This coming week has me nervous and excited. It will be the first time we’ve spent alone together for so long. And if everything goes well, it’ll be the first time we, well, sleep together. 

    We have a long drive ahead of us, but Wyck has prepared the car with snacks and drinks for the journey.

    “You look cute,” he says, kissing my cheek.

    I giggle, putting my hands on his solid chest. “I’m just dressed comfy for the trip.”

    “And?” Wyck kisses me, and I lean into it. I part my lips, moaning softly as I press close to him. His kiss deepened, but for far too short. As soon as it starts, he pushes me back. 

He clears his throat. “We should get going.”

“Anything special you’d like to do while we’re there?” I ask him as we start to drive.

Wyck glances away from the road for a moment, smirking at me. “Oh, quite a few things,” he chuckles. “There’s that winery, but there’s also a chocolate factory that gives tours.”

I frown a bit. “Just wine and chocolate?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

Wyck smirks. “What?” He looks at me. “Is there something else I should be excited for on this trip?”

I chuckle and reach out, taking his hand. “What about being alone with me?” I purr.

Wyck’s green skin darkens from the tip of his ears down his neck. He bites his bottom lip, chewing it slightly. 

I pet my hand up his strong arm. “They have hot tubs at the cottages,” I continue. “Aren’t you excited about seeing me in a bathing suit?”

“Bathing suit?” His voice rasps.

“Or maybe, nothing at all-” Wyck suddenly hits the brakes, and I’m snapped back to reality. I look up, glancing at the road to see deer crossing it. I slouch back into my seat with a huff. I feel embarrassed now.

Wyck clears his throat. “What were you saying?”

I glance up at him, seeing he’s still blushing. 

“Something about a bathing suit?” His voice cracks.

I smile and chuckle. “I packed one, just in case.” I put my hands on my knees. “But I may not need it.” I glance down, seeing Wyck’s fist is tight over the gear shift. I reach out, taking his hand and his fingers relax.

“I bet you’re cute in a bathing suit,” Wyck grumbles under his breath. His thumb rubs across my knuckles. 

I bite my cheek and decide to take a chance. “Is there anything, in particular, you’d like to see me in?” I ask. I nervously fidget with my hair. “Anything you’d imagine I would look good in?”

Wyck swallows and chuckles. “Well uh, for starters, I think you’d look good in anything. Second uh-” he hesitates, and his mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Anything?”

I nod. “Anything,” I squeeze his hand. “I want to know.”

Wyck clears his throat. “I dunno uh-” he glances at me then back at the road. “Maybe like uhm...ripped yoga pants.”

I snort, unable to control myself. I hadn’t expected such an answer.

“Sorry I didn’t mean-” Wyck gasps. “Oh crap!”

I shake my head. “No,” I grin up at him. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” I lean over, kissing his dark and warm cheek. “You are going to have to explain yourself.”

He huffs, frowning. His brow is pinched tight, and he’s gripping the steering wheel for dear life. “It’s uhm-” he grumbles. “The rip is uhm...well placed and uh-” he swallows and glances at me. “You bend over and-”

“I’m not wearing panties am I?” I stroke my hand up his arm. 

“No,” his breath shudders. “Is that too weird?”

I bite my lip, holding back a grin. “No. It sounds kind of normal.” I put my hand on his thigh, and he flinches. “I’ve just never done yoga before.”

Wyck laughs, looking down. “Yeah well. You’ve got a cute butt, and when you wear leggings, I can’t help it.”

“If anyone in this car has a cute butt, it’s you!” I fuss at him. “You’ve got that nice, firm bubble butt. I’ve got this hard little thing.”

Wyck smirks. “How do you know it’s firm?”

I frown at him. “Well, isn’t it?”

He chuckles, his grin getting larger. “It was when we first met right? When you ran into it?” He glances at me, wiggling his brows. “All a ploy right?”

“No!” I shove his arm. “I would never!”

“You don’t need an excuse anymore,” he growls. “You can run into it whenever you want.”

I snort and giggle. “Don’t word it like that!”

As we come to a stoplight, he bends over, kissing me. “You’ll have to forgive me,” he murmurs. “I’m a little nervous.”

“I am too,” I reply. “But it’s a good nervous, and excited nervous.”

He frowns, looking aside. “I’m bad nervous.”

My gut drops out, and I feel cold. “What?”

“Not about you,” Wyck gasps. “About me!” He huffs and shakes his head. “I’m worried that, once we get there and things start to get heated, it won’t be good.”

I furrow my brow. “Everyone worries about that,” I reply.

“No I mean-” he grunts and shakes his head. “Madeyika,” he growls. “I know there are stories about orcs. And well,” he glances at me, and he looks so sad. “I don’t want you to be disappointed when you see me.”

“What stories?” I ask. “What is there is be disappointed with? If you have a gut, so what?” I frown. “I’m worried you won’t like what you see under my clothes.”

“It’s not the same but-” he stops and grabs my hand. “I will love every inch of your body no matter what. Is it warts? Moles? I’ll love those.”

“No!” I giggle. “I mean, one mole but like...I know I’m not...developed and voluptuous like most women. My ex said I looked like a ten-year-old boy.”

“Then he’s disgusting,” Wyck snarls. “I’m excited-” he whispers, “to see it.” He swallows again. “I want to see every inch of you and make you feel good about it. I can’t wait...I can’t wait to touch you and make you happy. But-” he stops again.

“But what?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”

He growls. “Orcs are supposed to be big.”

“And, aren’t you?” I ask. “You’re well over six feet and-”

“No,” he huffs. “I mean-” he glances down to his lap. “Down there.”

I close my mouth, and I squeeze his hand. “Oh,” I whisper. “That.” I look up at him. “I’m not very big down there either.”

Wyck chuckles sadly. “I’m worried you won’t feel anything whenever we...if we-”

I smile up at him. “We will. And that fact you’re so worried is comforting. It lets me know you care about my needs. And I’m certain a man of your caliber will take care of me, one way or another.”

“Still,” he murmurs solemnly. “I want to be able to be inside you and see something on your face. I want us to be connected.”

“We are,” I reply. “We’re connected now. You don’t need a dick for that.”

Wyck chuckles. “I suppose you’re right.”

I kiss his cheek. “I want you,” I tell him. “Do you want me?”

He growls. “More than anything.”

I kiss his neck and push my hand under his shirt. I moan softly, and I hear his low moan as it vibrates in his chest. I smirk and kiss his cheek.

“When we get to the cottage, do you trust me?” I ask.

He nods. “I do.”

“Then let’s...share, at first,” I murmur. “We don’t have to do anything but...lets share.”

Wyck kisses me. “Ok.”

Once we get to the cottage, we carry in our things and then, silently, I take hold of Wyck’s hand and lead him into the bedroom. I slowly strip, exposing myself to him. 

Standing naked in front of someone has always been hard for me, no matter how much I loved them. I’m thin and flat chested, barely any curves to me at all except a very small slope to my hips. I’m also covered in freckles, which my ex had once said made me look dirty.

As I stand in front of Wyck, I try my hardest not to cover myself. He was nervous too, and I had to remember that.

“Shit,” Wyck snarls. He touches me, running his warm hands down my side and grabbing my hips. He pets up my belly and to my chest. His fingers brush against my nipples, and I bite on my cheek. 

“You look amazing,” he growls. “Even without ripped yoga pants.”

I laugh and look down. “Not really,” I murmur.

He dips his head, kissing my chest. He kneels so he can kiss my ribs and belly. I whimper softly, feeling an ache between my thighs as the heat starts to pool. I touch the top of his head, running my fingers through his dark hair.

“Wyck,” I whimper.

He growls and stands up. “I know.” He kisses me softly. He then strips away his shirt, he’s got muscle but also a little pudgy belly. He’s got dark curls on his chest and down to his belly. Wyck’s fingers tremble as he undoes his belt and he pushes down his pants.

As he stands before me in his underwear I see the front is tented, he’s already getting hard. I bite my lip and step forward. I rub his bulge, and he moans darkly. To my surprise, he doesn’t feel small at all. I kiss his chest, pressing myself against him.

Wyck tugs off his underwear, and as he steps out of them, I see that he isn’t small at all. In fact, his cock looks big to me.

“Where’s the small one?” I ask.

Wyck’s cheeks are dark. “Don’t joke.”

“No, I mean it.” I step towards him, taking him in my hand. “Is this what you call small?” I stroke him slowly, feeling his not completely hard yet.

He grunts. “For orcs it is.”

I smirk, “you’re way bigger than my ex.” I hold my forearm up to him for comparison. “Look at that,” I purr. “You’re like a beer can.”

Wyck grunts again and grabs my shoulders. He pushes me down onto the bed and climbs on top of me. “Don’t tease.”

I smirk up at him. “I would never.”

Wyck kisses me, letting it grow and grow until we’re both moaning and panting. His hands are all over me, stroking my body and making me shiver with excitement. I gasp when his fingers open my thighs. My back arches off the bed as his big fingers rub against my slit.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he snarls into my ear.

I whimper and move my hips so I can rut against his fingers.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he kisses me again. His lips then trail down my body until his head it between my legs. 

I look down as his tongue lashes at me. I gasp and bite my lip. “No one-” I pant. “No one has ever gone down on me before.”

“Fucking losers,” he growls. He grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. 

I feel Wyck’s tongue press inside me, the ridge of his nose rubs to my clit. I whimper, biting my finger as he starts to moan. The vibration trail up through me, causing the heat pooling inside me to start to ripple.

I shiver as his tongue moves inside me. He growls, and I gasp. He kisses, and I swoon. His finger gently eases inside me, and I croon happily. Wyck’s lips kiss my clit and lick it. I shudder, and before I can catch a breath, he suctions around my clit like a tornado on a barn. I cry out, my back arching off the bed. I grab onto his hair, tugging it and pulling. He won’t let go. His fingers move inside me, crooking, so it hits the sensitive spot inside.

I nearly scream as I am drowned in the sensation. I buck and kick and flop onto the bed. I roll over onto my side, twitching and gasping for breath. He’s literally sucked the life from me.

Wyck chuckles, kissing my shoulder and laying down beside me. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

I whimper and lean into him. “What was that?”

He kisses my neck, and I feel his cock rubbing against my thigh. “A thank you.”

“Well,” I swallow. “You got it across.” I look down, seeing his cock slip between my thighs. I reach down, touching the tip.

Wyck grunts in my ears and he jerks his hips. I take him, placing his tip at my slit. My wetness smears on him, and he gasps.

“Let me say ‘you’re welcome.” I guide him inside, feeling his tip stretch me. If he was considered small to other orcs, I can’t imagine being able to take it. Wyck stretches me tight, filling me to the absolute max. I whimper softly and squeeze around him.

“What’s wrong?” Wyck moans.

“You’re so big,” I grunt. “I’m not used to it.”

Wyck chuckles and kisses my neck. He moves slowly, pushing up inside you. “You’re so warm,” he moans. “It feels good.”

I can feel him inside me, moving in me. I rarely ever felt anything with my ex, other than him slapping against me. With Wyck, I could feel every vein and every thrust. I felt his warmth rush through me. His arms wrapped around me and his voice whispered in my ear.

“Harder,” I moan.

Wyck pulls out and lays me on my back. He pushes my legs up as he slides back into place. I gasp and wriggle on the bed. I gaze up at him, and our eyes lock. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he pushes deep into me. The bed shakes, and I feel my core start to tighten.

I squeeze around him, wanting to feel everything. He goes faster, rattling the bed and making it hit against the wall. I’m crying out his name over and over. He snarls, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. I can feel the surging of my core and my back arches.

My lashes flutter, and my mouth hangs wide open. 

“Madeyika,” Wyck bellows, “I’m gonna cum.”

I whimper and grab hold of his arms, digging my nails in. I grunt in reply, not really able to make words happen in my state.

“I’m gonna cum,” Wyck snarls again. He then jerks, he gasps and shudders. He barks and starts going harder and deeper. 

I cry out again, and he snarls and grunts. I feel the heat of him inside me, unloading and gushing. My thighs tremble, and my feet ache as my toes curl. Soon, we’re both panting and heaving. His body is on top of mine, and it’s heavy and warm. I hold on to him, as we both start to cool.

We look at one another, and both burst into smiles and laughs. Wyck kisses me, rolling to the side and laying his hand on my stomach. 

“Sorry I got...a little intense there,” he murmurs.

“Mm,” I pose on the bed, feeling rapturous and sated. “Don’t be,” I purr. “I loved every moment of it.” I turn my head towards him. “I’ve never cum like that before.”

He smirks shyly and bites his lip. “Really?”

I nod and curl into his chest. “I feel so good I don’t know what to do with myself. I already want you again.”

He chuckles and holds me. He pats my back and kisses my shoulder. “Give me a moment to recover. It’s been a while.”

I kiss his neck and chest. “Was I ok?” I ask meekly.

Wyck scoffs. “I’m surprised I didn’t cum sooner,” he strokes my hair. “You felt so good. So tight and wet and hot,” he growls into my ear, making me shiver. “I don’t think I’ll need the yoga pants anymore.”

I giggle and push against his chest. “I don’t mind. It might be fun to feel you rip them off me.”

He snarls, his fingers kneading into my ass. “Well then.” He tilts my chin up, kissing me. “Is a week going to be long enough?”

I smirk up at him. “What do you mean?”

“Well, if we ever leave this bed,” he shrugs. “I don’t think we’re ever going to find time for everything else.”

I chuckle and pull him down to kiss me again. “I’m actually a little hungry.”

Wyck kisses me. “How about I go pick something up?” He suggests. “You stay here all comfy and cute.”

“You’re my hero,” I sigh.