Be My Valentine #03

The metal door closed behind the man, sealing the space with a brief snap. A moment later, a sharp click sounded, and a harsh light flooded the makeshift apartment. The sudden burst of light ripped the orc Borz from his deep sleep. He flinched, a grimace contorting his face as the merciless brightness pierced his closed eyelids.

Accustomed to his companion’s less-than-subtle ways, he had no trouble guessing the identity of the intruder. Who else but Boros, his faithful right-hand man?

Still lying down, Borz limply raised an arm, sheltering his sensitive eyes behind the back of his hand. His gravelly voice rose, raspy and vibrating like an idling engine:

“Shit! Fucking milk cow, I know it’s you! Turn off that damn light or I’ll make you eat the bulb!”

The insult, though gruff, carried the casual familiarity that betrayed their complicity. But Boros, impassive, remained silent. Not a word, not a biting retort in return. Instead, a rustle of rumpled fabric filled the space.

The surveillance camera, perched in the corner, silently captured the scene, its lens trained on the minotaur’s broad, muscular back. The mass of dark brown hair that covered his body rippled slightly, and his bull’s tail, a natural extension of his spine, whipped the air with an almost nonchalant slowness. Boros’s bulging muscles rolled beneath his skin where the fur lightened, revealing his powerful muscles.

Then, in a deliberate gesture, he lowered his pants. The fabric slid down his thick legs, and a dull sound, a characteristic "flop," accompanied the release of his heavy balls, now freed from their fabric prison. The orc, still blinded and groaning on his bed, did not yet seem aware of what was happening, but the camera continued to roll, recording every detail.

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