Orc Boyfriend (Roald 3 -complete_

Part One & Part Two 

    You’ve been seeing Roald for a while, and it’s been awesome. You met at work, after helping him with some of his computer needs. Well, he was actually computer illiterate, so you had to teach him how to use it too. It was fun though, and it was nice getting to know him in a place you were comfortable with. You felt so lucky to be with him.

    One day, he pulls you aside and gives you a long kiss. You moan softly and adjust your glasses as you pull back. “What was that for?” You swoon.

    “I wanted to butter you up before I asked you out tonight,” he says.

    You chuckle. “You don’t need to butter me up anymore,” you say as you touch his chest. “And why to ask me out?”

    “It’s special,” he answers, tilting his head to the side. “I mean, I made these reservations two months ago.”

    You gasp and step closer. “Ooh, this is special. Where are you taking me?”

    “Red Pearl.”

    You gasp and bounce excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to eat there! It looks so good!” 

    The Red Pearl was an incredibly fancy Chinese cuisine restaurant. It took months to get a reservation, and you often walked by it just to take in the smell and peek through the doors when they opened. The windows were covered with my red slated curtains, and out front, they had a bamboo garden growing right on the street! It looks like some sort of mystical place filled with food you could only dream of. Needless to say, you were excited beyond belief.

    “When?” You ask. “I’ll have to buy a new dress!”

    He chuckles, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “I could only get a table on a weeknight, so it’s this Wednesday.”

    “That’s ok!” You kiss him excitedly. “I’ll go shopping tonight and get something really nice!”

    He smiles, his eyes soft and gentle as he looks at you. “I’m glad you excited.”

    “I really am!” You kiss him again before you both have to return to work.

    It doesn’t click with you until you’re sitting at your desk that Roald might have something up his sleeve. The fancy restaurant and everything, he could be getting ready to ask you something massive. Your heart starts to hammer, and your mouth goes bone dry. You two hadn’t discussed marriage, could that be what he’s going to ask? Does he want to marry you? Your mind starts to swim in all the questions you have. It seems crazy! He’s not mentioned any inkling of wanting to be married, neither have you. Has his mind turned while you weren’t paying attention?

    Buying a dress that evening becomes ten times more important. If he is going to propose you want to be wearing the most fantastic dress of your life. Something that hugs your curves but hides your belly. Maybe show off your legs, but then that means you’ll have to shave. But if he’s proposing you’ll want to shave anyways! You don’t want to be the fiance who has hairy legs, and a bush do you? Oh god! Why does it matter? Roald said he liked your bush. But what if that changes when you get engaged?

    “Ma’am?” One of the clerks taps you on the shoulder. “Are you finding everything ok?”

    You snap from your thoughts and see you are pulling on a rack so hard it’s almost tipping. You set it down and embarrassedly leave the store, rushing across the mall to the next place. The dress you buy is horribly expensive, but you feel it’s warranted for the Red Pearl as well as what you think Roald is going to do.

    On Wednesday, you hurry home to get changed, and Roald picks you up. He’s wearing a nice suit, one that shows off how nice his body is. It looks fitted for him, and you can’t help admiring him for the longest time in the doorway.

    “Wow,” he gasps. “You look amazing.”

    You blush and duck your head. “I wanted something nice for tonight.” You look back up at him and smile. “You look so handsome.”

    He chuckles as he smooths his palm down his front. “Really? Not too much?”

    You take his hand, and he dips down to kiss you. “Just right.” You squeeze his hand as he leads you to his car. 

    Walking into Red Pearl, you feel like you’re in a dream. As silly as you feel that is, you’ve never been this excited for a restaurant before. You’re taken to a table in the back where your booth is surrounded by red room dividers. The menu is set, so all you have to do is order drinks and wait. 

    You feel a tension in the air and Roald seems nervous. He fidgets with his glass and nearly spills his water quite a few times. He seems to start to speak up at one point until the waitress comes in, delivering out platters of various dim sum.

    “Oh wow!” You gaze starry-eyed at the food. “It’s so pretty I almost don’t want to eat it!” You take out your phone is blush. “Is it ok if I take a picture before we eat?”

    “No uh...go ahead.” Roald smiles at you.

    You hurriedly take photos of the food and then take the chopsticks into your hand. 

    “Too pretty to eat sounds like how I think about you.” Roald’s voice is dark and husky in your ear.

    The pork bun you had finally managed to pick up with the chopsticks splats down on your plate. Your face is burning red hot, and when you glance up at Roald, you pinch your thighs together. “Oh my gosh,” you whisper. 

    He laughs and shakes his head. “Sorry, I had to say it.”

    You bite your lip and smirk, glad you did shave after all. “No, it’s fine.” You pick up the pork bun with your fingers and bite into it. You smile at the heavenly flavor. “Oh my god, so good!”

    By the time you finish off the first wave of treats, the waitress comes back with another round of plates and delicious looking food.

    “Uhm, wait,” she says as you gear up to grab something called a gao bao. 

    “Huh?” You look to him. “What is it?”

    He sighs and steels himself, he sits up straight and looks deep into your eyes. “I have something very important I want to ask you,” he reaches out and takes hold of your hands. “I love you, every day it grows a little deeper. Every day I have the same wish pop up into my head, especially when you’re not there.” He squeezes your hands. “I want us to live together,” he says. “I want us to find a place and move in and make it ours. Will you do this with me?”

    “Oh thank god,” you gasp, and his eyes widen. “I mean!” You laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry! I was just…” you nod excitedly. “Yes! Of course!”

    He relaxes and leans across the table to kiss you. “I’ve been looking at places since I got this reservation. What did you think this was?”

    You huff. “I thought you were going to propose.”

    “Oh shit,” he whispers.

    “No! No! I know we haven’t discussed it. That’s why I was worried! I would much rather live in sin with you,” I tease. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it too. I’ve wanted to ask, but it’s kind of scary. I know you like your personal space.”

    “Even still, I just hate those mornings where we don’t wake up together,” Roald sighs. “I’m not fond of my place anyways. I want us to find somewhere that suits us both.”

    You grin from ear to ear. “I want that too.”

    After dinner, you go back to your apartment where Roald eats you like he promised. Over the next few days, you and Roald trade back and forth places you’re looking at. During the weekend, you go and see some of the places. One house looks very different on the inside, in fact, it looks like a few murders have happened there. One apartment you check out is nice, but it’s too small for your plans. Finally, the last house you come to fits the bills. It’s close to the college, but far enough away it’s private and secluded. It has a spare bedroom that you can both turn into an office. The bathroom is enormous, perfect for Roald and the kitchen is small, for you. Outside the backyard is overgrown but with some love and care it’ll look amazing. Next is the hard part, getting everything together in order to put an offer on the house. It’s all waiting and anxiety. 

    One day while you’re working, you look up and see Roald in the doorway. You lose your breath for a moment as he grins from ear to ear. 

    “We got it,” he says.

    You leap from your desk, squealing excitedly. It had taken weeks to get any sort of reply from the owner, and from there it was like pulling teeth. But finally, the house was yours.

    The move in day arrives, and after cleaning it and getting things ready, you start moving in all the big stuff. After a long day of hauling, you and Roald sit on the floor of the living room with takeout in hand.

    “First night in our place,” he says. “What do you think?”

    “I’m too tired to think,” you huff. “But,” you look around and beam. “It’s finally happened.” You set down your food and crawl to him. You meet his kiss, and you kiss his neck. “All ours.”

    He groans softly, and his large hand rests on your ass. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

    You pull back. “I’m thinking I’m exhausted.”

    He chuckles. “Go ahead and get a shower,” he says. “I’ll clean this up and get the bed made.”

    “Thanks,” you coo, giving him a soft kiss.

    You dig through some crates to find your bath stuff and hop into the shower. The water pressure is amazing, and you linger there a bit longer than you mean to. When you get out, rubbing a towel to your hair, you find Roald passed out on the bed. You chuckle and slip on one of his t-shirts to sleep in. You’re too excited to flop down on the brand new mattress to find your underwear, wherever it was packed. You curl up beside Roald and snuggle into your pillow. Soon, you’re out like a light.

    You wake up in the morning, feeling warm kisses on the nape of your neck. You sigh softly and press your rear against Roald’s lap where you’re greeted by something hard on his thigh. You bite your lip and keep your eyes closed, rubbing against him. He moans in your ear, open mouth kisses dragging down your neck and to your shoulder. He tugs the shirt down, and you feel his tusks brush against your skin. His lips kiss, and he bites gently. You moan and rub more against his lap. His hand pushes up the shirt, exposing your warm body to the cold hair of the new house. You whimper softly, feeling your flesh sting and your nipples pebble. He teases your breasts, tweaking your hard nipples and squeezing your soft breasts. His other hand strokes down your hip and onto your belly. He rubs his palm there before moving his fingers between your thighs and fondling your mound.

    Your lips part and a pitiful moan escapes your lips.

    “I woke up last night with your bare ass on me,” he growls into your ear. “Is that going to be a thing now?” His thick finger finds its way to your slit. He rubs between your folds and finds your clit, needy and waiting.

    You press into him, moaning as you roll your hips to meet his touch. “I was too tired,” you mewl.

    He bites your neck and growls hungrily. “A likely story.” His finger slips inside you and your eyes open, you gasp with pleasure as he moves inside you. 

    “Roald,” you shiver. 

    “You’re getting good a wet,” he moans. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

    You bite your lip, wanting to keep your moans in check. You then realize you have no neighbors, no paper-thin walls where someone could hear you. You let loose your moans and mewls of lust. Roald chuckles, pressing his finger deeper inside you. 

    “Oh god,” you moan, the stimulation too good.

    “I like hearing that voice,” he snarls into your ear. His finger then slips out, and you whine in disapproval. He tugs down his boxers, and you feel his thick cock against your bare skin. He rubs himself against your ass, grunting and snarling. You feel the slickness of his precum, and you know you want him buried deep inside you. 

    “Roald,” you whimper.

    He snarls in your ear, biting down on your shoulder and dragging his teeth and tusk on your sensitive skin. “I know,” he moans. “I know what you want.” He lifts your leg up, hooking it around his hip. Looking down, you see his cock rubs against your folds, the thick, bulbous tip is glistening. You reach down and press him against you until he slips inside. The way he stretches you at first penetration has always been your favorite. You shudder and gasp, rocking back to take more of his orcish girth inside you.

    He snarls as his breath hitches. “Fuck, oh fuck,” he grips your hips. His thick fingers dig into your pliant flesh as he starts to move. He grunts and moans, his voice staying low. You close your eyes again, feeling him as he goes deeper inside you. 

    He wraps one arm around your shoulders, pressing it into your collarbone. He kisses your cheek and neck with open lips. His tongue laps at your soft cheek, and he moans into your ear. You love the way his tusks drag on your skin. The roughness and danger of them have always been a favorite of yours, especially in bed. His strong hands as they grip you and the way he moves his hips, always striking the sweet spot inside you with great care.

    You let slip a loud moan, and you turn your head, meeting his hungry kiss and demanding lips. You suck his bottom lip and tug at it with your teeth. “Harder,” you growl at him. “Harder please.”

    He snarls, pushing you down onto the bed and lifting up your hips. He gropes your rear, squeezing hard and then driving back inside you. You moan into the pillows, lifting your head just enough so he can hear you. The excitement of not holding back is getting to both of you. Before, both of you had to worry about neighbors. You had to worry about the bed scraping on the floor or hitting the wall. You couldn’t get too loud of your neighbors would bang on the walls, or god forbid the front door. Now, you both had the freedom you needed. You could get loud, fuck rougher, and really enjoy each other.

    You squeeze your inner walls tighten around him, feeling him surging and pulsing inside of you. You reach down, rubbing your clit as he drives inside you. You gasp and shudder, already feeling the quickening in your gut. The heat radiates from your center into the tip of each toe and finger. Your thighs tremble, and you feel yourself start to vibrate. You let out a long, deep lustful cry. His snarls and grunts have gone more rabid, more animal. He pushes you down, deep into the bed as he hunches over you. He gasps and roars, his cock twitches and soon he’s filled you to the brim. You feel him start to spill from you, dripping down your thighs as he thrusts a few more times. 

    He flops on top of you, the weight of his body feels relaxing and comforting. You purr happily, snuggling into the soft bed while you both recover. He sits up, kissing your neck and down your back.

    “Mm,” you moan, rolling over, so his kisses land on your belly. “That was so freaking good,” you groan. “Oh my god.”

    He chuckles and uses his boxers to mop you up. “Glad you started singing like that,” he kisses you. “That really got me going.”

    You snicker. “I just realized that we have no neighbors,” you sigh happily. “No neighbors!”

    He chuckles and rolls onto his side beside you. “It is nice,” he grunts. “Not having to worry about that kind of stuff and we can just let go.” He rolls over again, kissing your shoulder and arm. “We can really go nuts.”

    You snort. “Oh? And what is that for us? Maybe sex on a desk?”

    “That is what happened with us,” he says. “We had sex in my office like idiots,” he then smirks. “But, that was fun.”

    “When we get the office together we can reenact it,” you chuckle. “Love you,” you kiss his cheek.

    “Love you too,” he whispers to me.