Orc Boyfriend (preview)

“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.”

In 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 nears 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 slightly 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 axe 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 start to throb and ache. The more she touches me the more I grow.