Orc Boyfriend (Maim-complete)

    Naia is sitting outside, her head down as she sharpens her sword. She’s always quiet, always reserved. Well, I know she’s quiet because she can’t talk. Before I even met her, her vocal cords were damaged. Part of the reason I fell for her was because of her scars. I loved the way she looked battle worn and victorious. I chose her because I always wanted to be her shield. She is not an orc like me. She is an elf, and even with her ferocity and scars, she is still small.

    I barely touch her, afraid it might scare her. I know to elves orcs are not an attractive lot as it is, adds on to the fact half of me is nothing but burns and scars I know I am no prize to look upon. My scars may earn me award with my kind, but for anyone else, it is stares and pointed fingers. Naia is my prize at least. I would give her anything if she allowed me to treasure her.

    She comes inside after sharpening her sword and hangs it on the wall. She keeps her head down, but I notice her glance my way. Her eyes dart over me, and she takes a step towards me. I glance down at her and see her flinch. She steps back again and starts moving her hands, using sign language to communicate to me.

    “Are you hungry?” She asks. 

    I sigh and shake my head. “Not right now. You can go ahead and eat something if you are.”

    She drops her hands for a moment then lifts them again. “I felt like cooking.”

    “Oh,” I grunt and rub the back of my head. “Well uh...what did you feel like making?” I love watching her hands move when she signs. They’re so small and delicate, I know I could crush them if I tried but all I want is to feel them touch me and kiss each gentle fingertip.

    She shakes her head at me, not knowing what to make.

    “Uhh,” I shrug. “Anything is fine with me.”

    She raises her hands again. “Are you sure?”

    I nod. “Yeah. I’ll eat whatever.”

    She drops her hands and glances down. She walks away from me, and I feel as if I’ve said something wrong. She’s always so quiet with me, and I wish she weren’t, I want to know more about her, I would to touch her and do more than exist in the same space as her. Ever since I met her family, I’ve felt even worse than before. They sneered at me and derided me behind my back. They talked that way behind Naia’s back as well, saying how pitiful it was she felt the only way to find love was to be with a melted orc. They laughed hard at that one. And yeah, maybe I am melted. So what? I’m still just as capable as any other warrior. But as much as I try to brush it aside, words cut deep. I would much rather be bitten by Naia’s sword than any words she could throw in my face.

    I step into the kitchen as she cooks. She’s tossing things into a big pot, and I see a bone sticking out over the edge of the top. I step inside and take the wooden spoon from inside to sample it.

    She slaps my arm, and I drop the spoon on the ground in shock. She looks up at me, her eyes narrow and her lips in a firm line.

    She raises her hands, moving them too fast for me to read. I shake my head. “You have to talk slower!”

    She grunts and stomps her foot then signs again. “It’s not ready! It’s too hot! You’ll burn yourself!” She picks the spoon off the ground and rinses it off.

    “Don’t burn myself?” I grunt.

    She twitches then turns around and looks up at me, her eyes a little wide.

    I touch my scars and chuckle. “Worried about me burning?”

    She dips her head, and I see a soft smile spread across her lips. She hands me the wooden spoon back and holds her hands up again. “Your tongue is still delicate.”

    “Is not,” I place the spoon back into the pot. “My tongue is as hard and leathery as the rest of me. I can taste fire if I damn well pleased.”

    She rolls her eyes.

    “Would you like to give it a try then, love?” I growl at her, feeling playful with her for once. “I can let you see for yourself just how strong this mouth is.”

    She looks away from and down at the ground. 

    Oh fuck, I’ve gone too far.

    “I need to finish cooking the stew.” She signs and returns to the stove.

    I grunt, walking away. I thought I could tease and play, but apparently, my innuendo had taken the game too far. I leave her in the kitchen and go outside to sit on the porch in the big chair she had been sharpening her sword in. 

    I must have fallen asleep because I wake to feel something touching me. I’m half awake and unsure what is a dream or real. I see Naia standing before me, and she’s touching me. Her hand trails down my arm and onto my chest. Her fingers linger on my stomach before I see her pull up the corner of my loincloth.

    I grunt, and she wrenches back. I rub my eyes, seeing her standing to the side of me, her eyes a little wide and her face all red. “What is it?” I grunt.

    She looks away from me, her lips in a firm line. She then signs to me. “The food is ready.”

    “Oh,” I grunt and clear my throat. “Well,” I raise up out of the chair. “You should have called for me then.”

    She looks at me unsure she should be hurt or offended.

    I then lift my hands, signing like her. “You have loud hands.”

    Her lip part and she chases after me as I walk inside. She watches me as I serve myself some of her stew. It looks incredible, thick and hearty and good enough to stick to something. Tasting it is something else. I relish the marrow of the bone first and foremost, and it reminds me of my younger days.

    Her eyes are still on me, watching me as I eat. She sits down with her bowl and chews slowly. I look at her and smile.

    “It’s good, no worries,” I grin. “You know your way around a bone.”

    Her cheeks turn bright red again, and she glances away.

    “I didn’t mean anything by that, love,” I growl. “I didn’t mean to offend you earlier either.”

    “You didn’t offend me,” she signs and glances back at me. “I was worried you were upset with me. Since we haven’t-” her hands still and she glances down again. 

    “I was having a bit of fun,” I reply. “I am far from angry with you.”

    She doesn’t look up, but she moves her hands again. “I want to.”

    At that moment my heart stops beating.

    “I’m just afraid.” She looks up at me with those sorrowful eyes. She bites her lips and fidgets with her little fingers. “You’re so very big. Everywhere. And I was afraid you wouldn’t want me because I cannot give you children.” She looks near tears.

    “You are a fool, love,” I growl to her as I take hold of her hands. “Your body is of more use to me than bearing children. Your body serves as my temple to worship you. It serves as a beacon of beauty in this ugly world. It is my refuge when I am in doubt.”

    Her lips part and a tear rolls down her cheek. 

I take her by the hand and lead her back to the bedroom. I sit her on the bed and strip down before her. She watches me, peeking through her fingers as I toss my clothes aside and stand naked before her. 

    I feel a little ashamed. I’ve seen elf men and how they tend to their bodies. I am strong, but I am not built like them. I have muscle but also a gut. I am covered in scars and markings from tip to toe. If she can find an inch of me, that’s not scar tissue I would be surprised. 

    She lowers her hand, gazing at me with wide eyes and an otherwise blank expression. But then I see it. She fidgets and she places and hand between her thighs. Her cheeks start to blossom soft pink instead of red, and she chews on her bottom lip like she’s craving something. I come towards her and lay down on the bed. I raise my arms and grip the headboard.

    “Explore to your heart’s content,” I tell her as she eases up beside me. “Touch me however you want. I care not if you hurt me.”

    “I won’t,” she signs. “Unless you like that.”

    I chuckle. “Right now, your comfort is my concern.”

    She looks over me, bouncing as she tries to decide what to do. She touches me, running her hand down my side and then along my belly. She strokes along my thigh and traces a rather large scar there. I had gotten an ax to the leg during one battle and it never quite healed right. I never thought about it until she started touching it. It feels good, and I can feel myself begin to throb and ache. The more she touches me, the more I grow. 

    She straddles my stomach, and I feel wetness smear there. Her cunt is dripping wet, and I can see it through her leggings. As much as I want to I do not touch her, all I do is watch and grip hard onto the headboard.

    She touches my shaft, seeing the piercings that adorn the underbelly. She strokes me, and I let out a low moan. Glancing over her shoulder, she steals a glance at me. She leans down, and I nearly throw her off me when I feel her warm, wet tongue gliding over me.

    “Fuck, woman,” I snarl. “Warn a man before you do such a thing to me!”

    She licks again, this time around the tip. Her tongue swirls and dips and she lifts back up. She strips away her clothes and turns around to look at me. “Touch yourself for me?”

    I growl, moaning softly at her words.

    “I want to see it.” She slips off me and watches as I sit up. I growl, watching her as I take my cock into my hand.

    “I don’t know why you would want to see such a thing,” I snarl at her. “But if it helps you then-” I moan, feeling my pulse in my palm.

    Naia’s eyes are focused on me. She fidgets and squirms, and she slips her hand between her thighs. I can hear her touching herself, and the wet sound makes me almost cum. She then leans over, taking both her hands and wrapping them around me and smearing her wetness on my cock. A few pumps are all it takes, I cum hard, and it jets across my belly and some smatters on her face.

    I’m panting and wheezing, groaning from the dull ache of such a hard nut. She licks me from her lips and then dips down, licking my stomach and chest clean. She even swirls her tongue around the tip, making me gush a little more.

    “Dammit woman,” I snarl. “I wasn’t ready for that.”

    She looks up at me and bites her lip. “Are you ready to put your money where your mouth is?”

    My eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

    “You were bragging about your tongue earlier.” She lays back on the bed and spreads her thighs.  She turns her head away and closes her eyes, waiting on me.

    I dare no disappoint her. I ease down, kissing her chest and belly, her muscular thighs and hips. She makes strange sounds where moans and grunts would be. I then dip down, seeing her soaking wet folds. They’re engorged and eager, begging for my attention that I am ready to give.

    I taste her, licking up her sweet nectar. She trembles and she claps her hands down on the back of my head. She pushes my face into her folds. She rolls her hips, rubbing herself against me. I did not give my little elf credit; she is much more than I assumed. I lick her and press my tongue inside her. She taps the back of my head, and I take that as a sign she likes it. I feel her inner walls squeeze around my tongue. Her insides pulsate for a moment, and I feel her hand go slack on my head. She arches her back and a gush of liquid coats my tongue. Her hands release my head, and I sit up, seeing her twitching and writhing on the bed. She’s breathing hard, and her eyes look far away and dreamy.

    I chuckle as I move back up beside her. “Did you enjoy that, little one?”

    She looks at me, lips parted and dewy, her gaze still soft and distant. She leans in, kissing me. I shocked, and for a moment I do not move. She has captured me, and she could kill me if she wanted to. I close my eyes, kissing her and holding the small of her back. She smiles softly at me and raises a still shaky hand

    “More.”

    “More?” I laugh and kiss her palm. “You got a taste and wanted more do you?”

    She hides her face on my chest and wriggles against me. How could I not want more of this creature? I hold her and kiss the top of her head.

    “I’ll give you everything,” I snarled into her ear. “I want to see that beautiful body and kiss every delicious inch of it.”

    She pulls back slightly and looks at me in awe. “You think I’m beautiful?” She asks me.

    “Of course,” I touch the scars on her face. The long gash that had sliced her mouth open is now a deep scar, but to me it is lovely. “You’re stunning to me. The first time I laid eyes on you my breath was stolen. I am still looking for it.

    She tackles me down onto the bed. “I think you’re beautiful too,” she tells me and kisses me again. She kisses down my neck and chest. He tongue darting along my stomach until my tip is between her lips. I was already half hard from eating her but seeing me between my thighs ignites the fire inside me again.

    “I do not deserve a goddess between my thighs,” I snarl as I watch her lick me and tease me. “Seeing you is more than I can bear.”

    She raises a hand. “Shut up,” she signs, and I bust out laughing. 

    “Yes, love,” I growl as she continues to lick me. 

    She then sits up and taps my thigh. I look at her and listen to her hands. She commands me to stay still and grab the headboard again. I obey her. She tells me not to move at all, so I follow her. She climbs on top of me and straddles my thighs. I watch her as she takes me and guides me to her folds. She rubs my tip against herself, biting her lip as she does. She then slowly pushes me into place. Her mouth hangs open as she eases down upon me. She pulls back for a moment, her brows pinched together. She then guides me back inside, taking me a little at a time until she’s sitting on my lap.

    She is breathing hard and her eyes closed. A victorious smile crosses her lips, and she grinds me inside her.

    “I did it!”

    “You did,” I moan. “I’m proud of you.”

    She opens her eyes and licks her lips. She slowly starts to bounce on me. Her strong legs were moving her up and down my shaft. It feels so good, what heaven must be like. I am buried in heaven and never want to be released. I groan and grunt, loving it when she digs her sharp nails into me. I keep my hands in place on the headboard as she commanded.

    She stills for a moment, and I look down. She trembling and shivering so I give her some help. I buck my hips, thrusting up inside her. She bites her lip and trembles. I resist again, and she claws at my stomach, drawing some blood.

    I chuckle. “Let me touch you.”

    She nods shakily, and I waste no time. I grab her hips and move her on me. I thrust her down as I buck up. Her mouth hangs open, and she starts to drool. I doubt I would survive her sounds of pleasure if she could speak. I would cum at her first loud grunt.

    She tightens around me, and her lashes flutter. She throws her head back, and I chuckle, rising to kiss her chest and neck. “I’m close love,” I snarl to her. “Keep cumming.”

    She clings to me and bites my shoulder, and her teeth feel good. I grunt and spasm. I release inside her, and her nails claw down my back.

    I come to some time later, Naia is still plastered on my chest with a blissful smile on her sweet lips. I kiss the top of her head and pull the blanket over us. 

    She lifts her head slightly, blinking slow and me and smiles. “I love you,” she signs.

    I lift my hand. “I love you too,” I sign

    She snuggles to my chest, running her fingers comfortingly along my scars. I suppose I’m going to have a hard time keeping her off me now but I think I’m strong enough to resist her...for a second.