Orc Boyfriend Faust (complete)

    For the last few weeks, you’ve been helping your mom by taking over her route. Your parents had to travel out of town to help take care of your aunt. You could never say no to your mom, so you agreed to take her house cleaning route. 

    You can’t help but feel intimidated though. Your mom’s list of clients includes lots of big shots and rich folk. Almost all of them have extremely specific instructions for how to go about cleaning. Things to do, things to not do, and then some. 

    The house you’re working at today seems pretty easy compared to the others. It belongs to Faust Morelli, one of the most affluent business owners in the area. He was an orc who came from nothing and now he was something of a local legend. Your mom talked about him often, saying he was probably one of her favorite people to work for. He paid great, tipped well, and gave bonuses every year. Your mom had asked you to specifically look out for Faust because he was her most important client.

    His house was way out of town and perched on top of a hill. His driveway alone took you ten minutes to get up. Once you were there, you were able to marvel at the beautiful white stone building. It was three stories, and part of the roof is made from solar panels. Around the back, you could see the massive pool.

    “Oh wow,” you whisper as go up to the door. You get ready to ring the doorbell when the door swings open, and you’re face to face with a broad body. You tilt your head, looking up to look into the face of Faust Morelli.

    “Who are you?” He growls with a gruff voice.

    You swallow back the tight lump in your throat. Faust is much bigger than your mother let on. He’s broad-shouldered with thick arms. He’s wearing a button up shirt that’s unbuttoned at the moment. His skin is dark green, and he has dark hair that's pulled back into a tight bun.

    “I uh...Lola, you finally gasp out. “Lola is my mom,” you blurt and try to put your scrambled and nervous thoughts together. “I’m her daughter, and I am uh-” you huff. “I am taking over for Lola today. She’s out of town for the time being.”

    He looks you over, eyes darting down as he adjusts the cuffs on his shirt. “How long is she going to be gone?” He steps aside, leading you into the house.

    “Not sure,” you answer, setting down the equipment you’ve brought with you. “Her and my dad have gone to take care of my aunt. She’s isn’t doing well.”

    Faust gives you a sort of half nod, and he starts buttoning his shirt. “I’ve got a meeting in thirty,” he tells you. “So don’t go anywhere near my office. I suggest sticking to the kitchens and bathrooms. Your mom always went clockwise.”

    You nod. “I know. She taught me to do the same thing.” You then swirl your finger in the air. “Which way to the kitchen then?”

    Faust jabs his thumb down the hall. “Down that way. I went ahead and put all the dirty clothes in the laundry room. It’s offset from the kitchen.” He turns, walking away from you and heading towards the stairs.

    You watch him for a moment, noticing he has a rather shapely rear for someone with his build. You shake the thought from your head and go into the kitchen. You’ve gotten used to the lavish and overly done kitchens in some of the other houses. This one, despite the expensive equipment, is somewhat normal. The cabinets are white, and the appliances are all stainless steel. The countertops are butcher’s block, which gives it a more rustic feel than modern. You set your cleaning supplies down and head to the laundry room.

    No use in hiding it, you’re short, so getting to the high places to dust and clean usually entails you standing on the counter or finding a ladder. You typically have a step-ladder, but you accidentally left it at home.

    Climbing up on the counter to dust, you still have to stand on your tips toes. You then hear something that sounds like a chuckle, and you turn around, seeing Faust watching you from the door.

    “I thought you had a meeting,” your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

    Faust walks into the kitchen and to the fridge, opening it up and taking out a bottle of water. “It got canceled.” He cracks open the bottle.

    “Well then,” you turn back to your work, finishing mopping up the crown molding. You glance back, seeing that Faust is still there, watching you.

    You grump, turning and looking him dead in the eye. “What?”

    Faust shrugs. “Nothing. What about it?”

    “Shouldn’t you be, I dunno, making money? Or are you making sure I’ll be working?” You snap your hands to your waist.

    Faust smirks, biting it back as he takes a drink of water. “Your Lola’s kid, I don’t have to worry about that.”

    You frown. “I’m not a show.”

    “I know,” Faust replies. “I’m just curious. Your mom talks about you and your sister quite a bit.” He sits down at the island.

    You sit down on the counter and slip off to get down. “Really?” You pick up the dirty water bucket and dump it into the sink.

    “Oh yeah, she brags all the time,” he scoffs. “I always found it weird.”

    You take off the yellow gloves and rinse them. “What’s weird about it? My mom always brags about my sister and me.”

    Faust scoffs. “My mom never did it.”

    “Oh,” you turn back to the sink. “Even now?” You look back at him.

    Faust looks at you, his eyes are a dark coffee brown, and you find them actually pretty. He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t know.”

    “Oh,” you gasp. “I’m sorry. When did she pass?”

    Faust throws his head back laughing. He holds his gut then grins at you. “I appreciate the condolences, but she isn’t dead. I just don’t talk to my family anymore.”

    For you, this is a wild concept. You’re so close to your family, not talking to them sounds insane. Your sister lives out of town, but you text with her constantly. You live two doors down from your parents, so you see them every day. You have big dinners together every weekend. Not seeing or talking to your family would be some akin to torture.

    “I figure though,” Faust sighs, “if my mom had bragged about me constantly, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I’d be satisfied with the hard work alone. I wouldn’t have pushed myself to get out of the grime and get here.”

    You frown. “So you’re saying I’m cleaning houses because my mom loves me?”

    Faust shakes his head. “That’s not what I said.”

    “But that’s what it sounds like,” you say, walking around the island to get to the laundry room. For a moment there, you had thought you were having a conversation with Faust. But it turns out he looks down his nose at you just like everyone else.

    The schedule for cleaning Faust’s house is a four-day process. You clean the kitchen and do laundry the first day, you then do another job afterward. The next day you finish the rest of the first floor. The second day is on the second floor. The third day is the third floor as the patio.

    Every day, Faust greets you at the door. He also provides lunch for you, which you find strange, considering you see no other staff in the house besides you. Sometimes he talks to you as you eat, but since that first day, you’ve felt he just does it out of pity. 

    He seems nice enough, although you get the sense that even if he came from nothing, he’s forgotten what that’s like.

    For the past few days, storm clouds have been gathering. Each day is grayer than the last. One the day you’re supposed to clean the patio the storm finally happens. As you’re moping around the pool, a sudden deluge drops on you, soaking you to the bone. 

You race inside just like lightning and thunder clash overhead. The power flickers, but the backup energy from the solar generator kicks in. You decide you should leave before it gets worse. As you’re packing up, there’s a loud crack and a bang.

    Standing in the doorway, you see that one of the huge trees Faust had planted by the gate has fallen, crushing the gate with it. 

    “Looks like you’re stuck here until I can get a crew out,” Faust grumbles from behind you.

    You huff and walk out of the door, taking a seat on the bench by the entrance.

    “Don’t act like the princess trapped in the tower,” Faust growls at you. “You’re soaking wet. You must be freezing.”

    You huff, rubbing your arms. “Yeah,” you grumble.

    Faust offers his hand out to you. “Come on, I’ve got a robe upstairs you can wear.” He takes you up the third floor. Faust takes you into his bedroom then points to the bathroom. 

    “Go get a hot bath,” he says and hands you a robe. “It’ll make you feel better.”

    You grimace slightly, not liking the situation. You take the robe though and step into the bathroom. As the door closes the lights brighten and the tub instantly starts to fill with water. It’s one of those huge jacuzzi tubs, and there are glass jars filled with bath salts and fuzzies all around it. You give in, taking a bath with eucalyptus bath salts that turned the water bright blue. The jets of the jacuzzi feel good against your back.

For a moment, you’ve nearly forgotten where you were until there’s another loud crack and the power goes out completely. You gasp, sitting up in the bathtub. Wasn’t solar supposed not to go out? 

You get out of the tub and just as you’re reaching for the robe the door opens and Faust comes in with a flashlight. 

“Are you ok?” Faust gasps.

You stand there, naked and frozen. The light remains on you for too long as you grab the robe. “Get out!” You snap at him.

“Sorry!” Faust stumbles backward, falling into his bedroom as you slam the door shut. “Sorry!” He says from the other side of the door.

Your heart is hammering, racing. You can’t tell how you feel. You’re angry and mortified, but for some reason, you liked the way his dark eyes looked at you.

You storm out of the bathroom, pushing Faust aside as he tries to stop you.

“I didn’t mean to look!” Faust gasps.

“But you did!” You snap at him. You turn and look up at him. “You don’t mean to do a lot of things don’t you?”

Faust flinches, stopping dead in his tracks. 

The house is dark, and you can’t find your way, so you stop and sit down in the hallway, resting your back against the wall. Faust joins you.

“I really am sorry,” he murmurs.

You huff. “Sorry doesn’t pay my bills,” you grumble. “I mean-” you chuckle slightly. “You do but-”

Faust sighs. “I am sorry,” he says. “I’ve been nervous around you.”

“What?” You laugh.

He grunts. “Your mom has talked about you so much. She showed me your pictures and I just...I always thought you were so cute and pretty.”

Your cheeks start to burn. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve wanted to meet you,” he says quietly. “Because in my head you were my dream girl. So I got scared when you were actually here.”

“I’m just a person,” you mumble. “There’s no reason to think so much of me.”

“But there is,” is hand touches yours, covering it. “You’re this terrifying creature in my house. I thought Lola was a terror, but you’re so much worse.”

You chuckle, trying to look through the darkness at Faust. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he whispers. “I’ve been working up the courage to ask you out all week. I’ve gotten lunch, hoping to keep you around for a bit so I could work up the courage.”

“Oh,” you gasp. You then take his hand, squeezing it. “That explains a few things.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel less,” Faust murmurs. “I wanted to make you feel more.”

You take his hand and kiss his palm. In the darkness, you feel him move closer. His lips touch yours, and you sigh softly. His kiss is hard and strong. His lips trail down your neck and onto your chest. You moan softly as his hands wrap around your waist. You move into his lap, rising up and kissing him.

The robe falls open, and you squish your body against his. You can’t stop kissing him. For some reason, it feels far too good. 

Sitting in Faust’s lap, you feel his bulge growing. It’s thick and hard in his pants, and it feels hot to the touch. You stroke it, rubbing your palm against his jeans.

“This must hurt,” you purr to him.

Faust growls and moans, his breath hitching as you touch.

You unzip his pants and push down his underwear. His cock is so thick. You can’t get your palm around it. You rub it to your breasts and gently squeeze your tits around it. In the dark, you can’t see much, but you can hear Faust’s sounds of pleasure. His deep moans and gulps of breath.

He grabs you, cupping your breasts as he moves them along his shaft. You lick the tip, tasting something salty dribbling from the tip.

You then sit up, kissing him again, your bare chest rubbing to his. His body is hard where you’re soft, and usually, you’d feel self-conscious about this. But the way his hands roam over you makes you enjoy your body. 

You gasp as his fingers find your slit. You moan into his ear as he rubs you, coaxing your wetness to spill along his fingertips. You wrap your arms around his neck, mewling as a single finger slips inside.

“God, you feel good,” Faust growls in your ear.

You swallow back, and you kiss him. You wriggle on his finger and giggle. “So do you,” you grunt, wanting to feel more. You didn’t mean to go this far, but you can’t stop yourself now.

Faust lays you down on the ground, his finger still inside you. It grinds against a sensitive spot, and you cry out. You can feel the powerful rush coming closer and closer. The more he moves, the more he moans into your ear, the greater the feeling.

Your back arches off the floor, and you press against his chest. You bite down on Faust’s shoulder, and he snarls. As you cool and melt like wax, you lay on the ground, gasping for breath. You hear Faust lick at his fingers, and then he cups your thighs. He spreads your legs and places his thick, monstrous cock on your belly.

You lay back, trying to peer through the darkness at him. “You’re rather cocky,” you sigh. You reach down, touching his tip.

Faust chuckles. “Is it ok?”

You bite your lip. “I’m not sure you’ll fit.”

“If you’re worried about that,” he grunts. He lifts your legs up, holding them to his chest. He slips his cock between your closed thighs. He rubs against your slit as he does this. “Would this be ok?”

You whimper softly, the tip of his cock ruts against your clit with each thrust. He throbs and shudders as he fucks your thighs. It feels strange, but at the same time, you’re relieved. Faust’s cock is a monster of itself. It could talk you a while to work up to it. 

You whimper, feeling another rush starting to build. Faust snarls and grunts, bucking harder. You squeeze your thighs tighter, and he pushes against your clit. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he growls. “I’m gonna-” he bucks and jerks. You can feel his shaft throbbing. “Cum!” 

You gasp in shock, and you twitch. Your toes curls as you’re overtaken again. You feel Faust’s cum gush along your belly and chest. 

You’re both panting and heaving. The power flickers back on, and you gaze up at Faust. His eyes are lidded, and he looks completely in bliss. He looks down at you and runs his fingers over your breasts, smearing in his cum.

Faust smirks, laying down beside you in the hallway and using the robe to wipe you off. “Damn,” he chuckles.

“What?” You turn your head to look at him.

“This is not how I wanted to win you over,” he sighs. He pulls you close, letting you use his arm as a pillow. “I had so many ideas that were way better than this.”

You snuggle close to him. “Like what?”

He kisses the top of your head. “Amazing dinners. A trip to your dream destination. Buying you a car,” he then chuckles. “Stuff like that.”

You stroke your hand down his side. “You can still do that,” you murmur. “No reason you can’t. Just because we fooled around a little.” You kiss him. “Besides, I want to know what it’s like when that monster is inside me.”

Faust snorts and kisses you. “Is that all you want from me?”

You smile up at him, feeling your cheeks burn. “No,” you kiss his neck and chest. “I want your heart.”

“In a box or something?” Faust asks.

You grin and touch his tusks. “Nah. Where would I ever put such a thing?” You look into his dark eyes, your heart skipping a beat. “Where were you going to take me for dinner?” You ask.

“Somewhere nice,” he murmurs. “There’s this little bistro I own. The chef is a good friend. I’d rent out the entire place for the night, set up a screen out back so we could have drinks and watch a movie after we eat.” 

Faust runs his fingers through your hair. “I’d take you home, kiss you at the door, and I’d pray to god you’d invite me in for coffee.”

You smile and kiss him. “We can do that now though, right?”