Orc Boyfriend Khaen (complete)

    You work in a small pet store downtown. It’s an old family business that’s been around since the fifties and somehow only stays open because of the family nostalgia that perforates it. The shop sells anything from cat toys to chicken feed, and it sells small animals like fish, hamsters, rabbits, and sometimes birds. 

    You see your fair share of regulars, in fact, most customers come in like clockwork. You feel like you could actually set your watch to how regular your customers are. Then again, when it comes to pets, people are usually prompt.

    One day, as you’re feeding the fish someone, walks in. You don’t recognize him, he’s a big guy, like, really big, especially for the tiny shop. He has dark, rust-colored skin and long black hair tied into a thick braid. His tusks are thick and jut out from his bottom lip. His nose is pierced through the septum by a black crescent. 

    He walks over to the hamster cage, squatting down in front of it and staring inside intently. You watch him, accidentally spilling the fish food all over the floor. 

“Oh shoot!” You gasp. You get down off the step ladder and look at the mess. “If you need any help I just have to clean this up!” You shout over to him.

He glances at you with bright, yellow eyes. “Take your time.”

You swallow as your heart starts to hammer. Orcs have always given you the giddy, girlish feelings, this one looks exceptionally handsome. You quickly sweep up the fish food and toss it away. You walk over to him as he continues to watch the hamsters inside the cage.

“We just got those in,” you tell him. “Would you like to hold one?”

His eyes go wide, and he looks shocked for a moment. He’s still and quiet then he nods. “Yes, please,” he grunts.

You smile and open up the cage, reaching inside and grabbing a rather docile white one. The orc stands up, holding out his cupped hands. You place the chubby fluff ball into his palms, and you watch his expression. It’s always fun to watch the children when they get to hold or pet the animals. But this orc’s expression melted your heart and made your knees weak. He looks so enchanted and happy. He watches the little hamster as they scrub at their face and scratch behind their ears. It curls up in his big palms look very much like a cotton ball.

“I like this one,” he says, breathless,

“Are you wanting to buy?” You ask.

He nods excitedly. “I’ve been wanting to get a hamster forever, but I’ve always been afraid,” he admits. “Can you help me get everything I need?”

You grin up at him. “Of course!” You take the hamster from him and set them back down in the cage. You help him pick out everything he needs. The food, the toys, the cage lining, and all the other essentials. You then explain to him the importance of the cage.

“Most people think the regular cages with all the tubes are good for them. Not true. Hamsters need room as much as you do,” you tell him. “I know it’s more expensive, but one of the terrariums we sell for the fish would be excellent.”

“I’ll take it,” he gasps.

You get him all set up with all the equipment and goodies a hamster could need. You then place his new pet into one of the travel cages.

“If I have any questions can I call you?” He asks.

You nod. “Of course, that’s what we’re here for.”

He turns to leave with his haul then turns back. “Uhm, I know this is going to sound weird but uh,” he bites his bottom lip, and it’s enough to make you swoon. “Could I...have your number?”

Your heart leaps into your throat. “Mine?”

He nods. “I mean, only if you want to. I just wanted to make sure I get the right person.” He looks down at his hamster then back at you.

You smile and take a business card, writing your number on the back. “Here,” you offer it to him. “I’m usually pretty free. Just text me, and I’ll do what I can.”

He smiles as he looks at your number. “Your boyfriend won’t mind?”

You snort and scoff, nearly bursting out laughing. “Oh, god no,” you shake your head. “I have a parakeet, but that’s about it!”

“Oh,” he gasps. “I’m Khaen,” he gives you a smile. “Thanks again.”

You wave to him as he leaves. Your face is burning up, and your pulse is pounding wildly in your chest. You place your hand over the pulse and grin like a fool.

That evening, as you’re feeding your parakeet, Juju, your phone chimes. You’ve received a picture from a number not in your phonebook. You open it, see the little white hamster you sold that afternoon. They’re shoving carrot into their face. You grin as another text message pops up.

“I named her Bijou. This is Khaen by the way.”

“Bijou looks precious,” you text him. “She looks very happy.”

“She loves her new house. Thanks again for all your help.” Khaen replies.

You take a picture of Juju, who happily poses for it. “This is my boyfriend,” you tell him.

“Ah damn, I don’t stand a chance against that, do I?”

Your face goes instantly smoldering coals hot. You cup your hand over your mouth and Juju starts whistling. How do you respond to that? You weren’t expecting it at all. Hoping, but never expecting. 

“He lets me date,” you reply and feel stupid.

“That’s good,” Khaen answers. “I was worried I’d have to bribe him.”

You scream silently as you sink down to the ground. “No, just me.” You tell him.

“What sort of bribe?” Khaen asks.

You bite your lip. “I’m not sure, I’ve never gotten this far before.”

“How about we wing it?” He replies. “I’ll pick you up, and we can go from there. This weekend?”

“Sounds great.”

You continue the texting all week. It ranges from just pictures of Bijou enjoying her new life to flirting and witty back and forth banter. One night, after a shower, you get bold and send him a selfie. Your skin looks good, and your cleavage is on full display thanks to the towel.

“Dammit now, that’s just not fair. I wanted to see Juju,” Khaen answers. 

    “Too bad, you got a picture of me.” You lay down on your bed.

    “You do realize this means trouble for you?” Khaen says.

    You smirk and bite your lip. “Oh, how so?”

    “I won’t be satisfied until I found out what’s under that towel.”

You almost wish you could hear his voice as he said that. The text message was enough, but having his voice directly whisper it into your ear would have sent you over the moon and back again. You pinch your thighs together and grin like an idiot.

“Do you have on a towel?” You text.

“I’m in my own home, I’m not wearing anything.”

You take a deep breath and clutch your phone to your chest. “You can do this, you can do this,” you whisper to yourself. You text him back, “what does that look like?”

“I’m sure you’re imagining it.”

    “Maybe we should stop. After all, the first date is tomorrow, we wouldn’t want to ruin any surprises would we?” You really don’t want to stop this sexy flirting session. You could keep it going, but you really don’t want to rush this.

    “Trust me, I can keep the surprises coming.” He replies to you. “And coming.” He says. “And coming.”

    “Oh my god!” You text him.

    “Sorry, did I ruin a surprise?” You can almost hear him laughing.

    “No, just hinted at it.” You fidget in bed, squeezing your thighs tighter together. “Still no plans for tomorrow?”

    “No major expectations,” he answers. “What about you?”

    “Not sure. But I can’t wait to see you in person again.” You tell him. 

    “Me too.”

    All day you’re excited to see Khaen. You stress over an outfit all day. You want to seem casual and cute like it was just something you threw on. You didn’t want the outfit to seem like you were trying too much. Your doorbell rings right as you just finished putting on your makeup.

    You go to the door and see Khaen there. “Hi,” you say, suddenly nervous.

    “Hi,” he smirks as you let him in.

    “I just have to feed Juju, and then I’ll be ready.” You tell him.

    “That’s fine,” Khaen tilts his head. “You look really cute.”

    Your face burns and you chuckle. “Thanks, uhm, you look good too.”

    “Nah, you’re better.” He says, and then Juju screams. “You best see to that.”

    You bound off to feed Juju, apologizing as you set him in his cage and he starts pitching a temper tantrum on you. He hates his cage.

    You then go back out to Khaen. “Ok, ready.”

    “Is he ok?” Khaen asks.

    “He’s a brat. Like any two year old who gets their toy taken,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. You then head out with Khaen, hopping into his old pickup truck.

    “Hungry?” He asks.

    “Yeah!” You gasp. “What do you like to eat?”

    A grin spreads across his face, he laughs and shakes his head. “Oh no,” he snorts.

    “What?” You lean over. “What’s so funny?”

    He looks at you and laughs again. “No. Ignore me.”

    You shove his arm. “Come on. What’s all that giggling for?”

    He sighs. “Well,” he clears his throat. “Ask me again.”

    You arch your brow. “What do you like to eat?”

He grins and laughs again. “Pussy.”

Your jaw drops and you have to hold back your laughter. “Oh my gosh!” You giggle and pinch your thighs together.

He wipes at his eyes from laughing too hard. “Sorry, first date, I need to behave.”

“It’s ok,” you look over at him. “How about we just pick up some fried chicken and take this pickup to Caney Bluff?” You suggest. “We can have a picnic in the back.”

He chews his bottom lip, and you can tell he’s struggling with his moral compass. You are too, that’s why you suggested the Caney Bluff route. You could eat, watch the stars, maybe suck his dick, and all in peace and quiet. Or you could just cuddle, but either way both of you were far from behaving. 

Khaen does your suggestion. You get a bucket of chicken and drive up to Caney Bluff. Khaen seems prepared, he has a blanket in the back that he spreads out in the bed of his truck. You both sit back there, eating and joking around. He shows you a video of Bijou on her hamster wheel, having stopped at maximum speed she’s sent careening around and around and around.

You should him one of Juju, screaming at the TV as a cartoon is playing. His feathers are fluffed out, and he’s fussing at the character on the screen like he’s a disappointed mother. 

“How’d you end up with Juju?” Khaen asks.

“He’d been in the store forever,” you reply. “No one seemed to want him. I felt bad, so I just took him home. He’s annoying as hell, but he’s the best.”

Khaen grins and his hand rests on your thigh. “That’s good. It’s nice having a pet around. Someone who needs you.” His fingers knead into your thigh and move up. “Someone who depends upon you.”

You spread your legs a little more, letting his strong fingers dig into your supple flesh. You glance up at him, meeting his kiss. You moan softly, and his tusks rub against your cheeks. You crawl into his lap, straddling him and rubbing against his chest. He sucks your tongue, and his thick fingers squeeze your rear. You gasp and sigh, his mouth trails down your neck, biting you and dragging his teeth on your skin. Khaen tugs up your shirt, kissing your chest and chuckling.

“Front clasp,” he growls. His fingers make quick work of the simple clasp, and he nuzzles between your freed breasts. He bites and licks. He soon comes to your nipples and his mouth clamps over one. You mewl and watch him. He sucks and bites, tugging as he gets his fill. His yellow eyes look up at you, and he grins. You tit pops from his mouth, and he kisses you again.

“Sorry,” he grunts. “Should we stop?”

You kiss him and tug up his shirt. You paw at his broad chest and his doughy belly. You rub your bare skin to his. “If you stop I’ll take Bijou back.”

He chuckles and kisses you again. “I won’t then.” 

You greedily unzip his pants and reach inside. His eyes go lidded as your palm rubs against him through his boxers. He’s hot and pulsing, still growing thick and hard. 

He moves his leg, pressing it between your thighs. He rubs against your heat, feeling how wet your panties have gotten. It sears his skin, and he grins wickedly. His cock grows fat and long in your palm. You tug down his boxers, pulling out the thick slab of meat. 

“Surprise,” he growls into your ear.

You whimper, biting your lip as you look at it. “Oh god, it’s so big.” You grasp it, barely able to fit your hand around it. You stroke him slowly as his fingers slip into your panties.

“I like a good bush,” he snarls into your ear. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He bites your neck, and you moan out loudly.

He shoves you down onto your back and throws your legs up in the air. His tusks snag your panties and rips them away. His tongue laps up your creamy slit, and you cry out again. You grasp the top of his head, grabbing his braid and pulling it. His tusks rub against you plump flesh as his tongue burrows inside you. You shudder and wheeze, staring up into the starry sky. He licks your clit, swirling his tongue around it. His eyes look up at you, locking and you whimper. His lips suction around your clit and your back arches off the blanket. He slurps and sucks, making you feel like your levitating. You tug his braid and start to mewl. Your voice breaks and chirps.

You feel the hot molten liquid course through you and explode. You feel it in your fingertips and toes. Your vision goes to a pinpoint, and you collapse. You feel his kiss, tasting your cum on his tongue.

“Mm,” you moan softly.

He chuckles. “Any good?”

You blink as your vision returns and you grin. “Too good.” You wrap your arms around him and loop your legs around his waist. “Keep going,” you whisper to him.

You feel his thick cock rub against you. You bite your lip, worried he would be too big. You so wanted to feel that monstrous girth inside you. Khaen grunts and moans into your ear. He then presses his tip at your folds, slowly pushing inside you. 

You whimper as your stretch to take him. You can feel every inch as he eases inside. You gasp and shudder, groaning as he fits into place. You look into his eyes and you both grin.

“I’ll still go slow,” he pants.

You pet down his chest. “It’s ok if you don’t,” you purr. “I don’t work tomorrow.”

He licks his lips and starts to move. You squeeze around him, letting your inner walls cling to him. He moans and sighs, his thighs trembling as he tries to keep himself calm. You grip onto his arms, squeezing and digging your fingers into his biceps. He leans down, kissing your breasts and suckling on them again. His hot mouth torments the aching peaks, biting and sucking to his content.

Khaen starts to go faster. He drives his cock deep inside you, he bucks and grinds. His powerful thrusts make you swoon and sigh. You dig your nails into him, feeling the hot liquid start to boil through your veins again. Your voice picks up, you cry out. Your body is flooded by the sensation, and you’re swept under.

Khaen snarls and roars, bucking harder inside you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head with aftershocks. You then feel his own coursing, hot liquid. It gushes inside you and dribbles out. He pushes deep and stays there, falling on top of you.

You lay there in the chilled night air, Khane’s overheated body pressed against you. He moans and pants in your ear, and you can’t stop grinning. You wrap your arms around him and kiss his temple and cheek.

“Any good?” You whisper to him.

He snarls and nuzzles to your neck. “If you’ll let me I’ll fuck you until morning,” he moans. “Holy shit that was good.”

You laugh and kiss him. You look into his eyes and see that same expression he had when he first held Bijou. You smile at him and stroke his cheek. “I’m not ready to go home yet,” you whisper. “I want to stay like this longer.”

“Want me to clean you up?” He purrs. 

You smirk at him and kiss him. “In a second,” you whisper. “I still want to feel you inside me.” You squeeze around his softening cock inside you. It still feels hard and hot. “I like this,” you say. “This closeness and warmth from you.”

“I was about to say the same thing.” he chuckles. “You smell so good,” he groans. “And this afterglow makes me feel so powerful.”

You giggle and hug him, laying back down with him. “Where’s the chicken?” You ask.

Khaen snorts and laughs. He sits up and reaches for the roof of the truck. He pulls down the bucket and offers it to you.

“Just a pick me up,” you say as you grab a leg.

He takes out a breast. “Yeah, true.” He smirks and takes a bite. 

You snuggle up to him, and he puts his arm around you. “Thank you. I enjoyed tonight.”

He grins. “It’s not over yet,” he purrs.

“I know,” you nod. “The first half was just amazing.”

Khaen kisses your cheek. “Just wait for the rest of your life.”