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Keir the Orc (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2023-02-08 21:00:01 +0000 UTCEach morning the sun rises and comes through your window. The small sun charm your mother made catches the first light and casts little rainbows all over your floor. The rooster crows, signaling the start of the day, but you’ve already been up long before, getting ready for the work day ahead.
Your family owns a small dairy farm at the edge of Obresh. Each morning you got out to check on the cows, let them out to graze, and then check to see if the chicken coop has any eggs. Day in day out the routine is the same.
“Good morning, lass.”
You stop in your tracks, looking towards the supply shed where the door was open. It closed, revealing your father’s assistant Keir. The tall orc already had mud on his knees and was taking out the pitch fork to clean the cow’s stable.
You curtly nodded your head at him. “Good morning.” You kept walking towards the barn.
“I already went ahead and led the cows out,” Keir said. He pushed back the brim of his hat enough you could see his golden eyes.
You frowned a bit at him. “You know I like to tell them good morning, Keir,” you fussed. You stepped back towards him. “I’ve known all those cows since they were calves.”
Keir smirked. “You seem to forget that I’ve known them just as long, lass.”
It was a struggle to hold back your scowl. “Stick to your given tasks, Keir, and I will stick to mine.”
Keir tilted his head to the side and his long braid became dislodged from under his hat. “I heard that suitor of yours was coming by today. Didn’t want you working too hard when he showed up.”
Your face turned bright red in an instant. Your eyes darted side to side and you clutched your hand around the base of your neck. “That’s none of your concern.”
“Can’t help it if your father tells me about it.” Keir said with a chuckle.
Your frown deepened. “He likes to complain. I doubt I could find anyone good enough for him.”
Keir shrugged. “I don’t want to say much else to make you mad, lass.”
“What else would you say then?” You stomped closer to him. “Nate is a fine boy.”
He bit back a laugh, stifling it but rubbing his rugged chin. “A boy, is he?”
You shoved Keir’s arm, making him laugh in response. “He’s good, has a mind of business, and could help the farm.”
“Is that all?” Keir’s gaze ran over your face before he shook his head.
You kicked the dirt and lowered your eyes. “Love comes with time. Like with my parents. Their marriage was arranged, but they love each other now.”
“Perhaps you will get lucky,” Keir murmured. “That’s all I’ll say on the matter. I won’t go any further.” He walked towards the stables with the pitchfork over his shoulder. You frowned after him, taking in his broad back and firm rear. You noticed his pants were split and you quickly looked away.
“He probably doesn’t even notice.” You slung open the door to the chicken coop. “I’ll have to tell him. Can’t have my father’s own assistant walking around with split pants like that.” You grumbled under your breath the entire time you searched for eggs.
Glancing aside you saw Keir hefting out dirty straw from the stable. He had taken off his shirt, and only his suspenders covered his upper body. The morning was cool, you thought, but working hard in the stable could make any soul work up a sweat. Your eyes lingered on a glistening bead that trailed down from his neck, between his large chest, and into the trail of curls on his stomach.
You could remember the days you called him Green Bean, when he had about as much shape as a broom. Keir was not much older then you when your father took him in to train him to run the farm. Why your father chose him at the time you didn’t know, he didn’t look like he could handle a farm. Back then at least. Now, Keir looked as though he could handle more than just this little dairy farm.
The eggs were all adhered, so you left, making your way to the stable to fuss at Keir and the state of his clothing.
“Keir!” You called to him.
He stopped in his tracks and lowered down the pitchfork. He took the bandana tied around his neck and dabbed at his sweaty face. “What now, lass?” He laughed.
“Your pants, they’re ripped in the back.” You pointed towards his trousers. “What if someone were to come by and see that?”
Keir looked over his shoulder at his backside and grinned. “Well, I guess they’d get a show.”
You scowled. “Once you’re done here, take them off and bring them to me.”
Keir pursed his lips and winked at you. “My goodness, lass, right in front of your mother?”
Your jaw dropped and you wanted to start throwing eggs at him. “Don’t you dare get crass, Keir! I’m trying to do something nice and you’re…you’re acting like an ass!”
Keir's smile widened and his eyes lit up with delight. “Is that really the word you want to use right now?”
You gasped and chucked straw at him. “Fine then, lived with split pants. I don’t care.” You storm from the barn and head back to the house.
“Did you talk to Keir?” You mother said with a smile as you came in. She was sitting by the door, idly working on a butter churn.
You scoffed and took the basket of eggs over to the counter. “He certainly is in a mood today.”
Your mother hummed under her breath. “I was going to say you were.”
Your shoulders stiffened. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, Nate is coming today. I thought you’d be excited. Instead you’ve been- dare I say, tense, since you got the news.”
You cleaned off the eggs one by one, taking your time with them. “I’m just nervous. I don’t get to see Nate often.”
Your mother stopped churning for a second and stood up from her chair. “Your father doesn’t like him. He’s tried to hide it-”
“Not very well.”
Your mother sighed, pursing her lips together. “No. I suppose he’s not.” She picked up one of the eggs you washed and looked it over. “Are you sure you like Nate?”
You grunted, letting your shoulders fall back. “You too?”
“I just want my child to be happy.” She stroked your hair back from your face. “You don’t have to marry the first suitor you come across. This isn’t like the old days.”
“Nate will be good for the farm.” You said as you placed the last egg onto the plate. “He’ll help it grow.”
Your mother sighed. “Ah yes, the farm.”
There was a knock on the door and Keir came in, his pants clutched in his hands. “Just like you asked, lass.”
“Hello, Keir,” you mother said happily as he came in. “Everything alright?”
You rushed to Keir and snatched his pants from his hands. “Give me those!”
“Oh just fine. I was just scolded for having ripped trousers.” He then ran his hand down the pants he was wearing. “I’ve been trying to keep the pair you gave to me clean, Missus.”
Your mother smiled. “You’re such a sweet one, Keir.”
You looked over Keir’s pants, seeing that the tear was along the seam, which would be easy enough to fix. “I’ll have to wash these before I mend them.”
“That’s good, I have a load of laundry I need to take care of.” Your mother took the pants from your hands. “You can finish that churn for me, and start another when the milk is brought in.”
You grunted and sat down in your mother’s chair. “I’ll get your pants back to you sometime this evening.” You started working the churn.
“Ah that’s good.” Keir walked into the kitchen, opening up the bread box. “Even with that Nate fellow here?”
You stopped moving then started back again immediately. “Well, I'll try to get them done before he arrives.”
Keir sliced some bread then leaned back on the counter watching you. “Very kind of you, lass.”
“Yeah well, I’d hate to walk around with my bum hanging out.”
Keir chuckled, his grin returning. “You used to kick mine when we were little.”
You glanced up from the churn into his golden eyes. “Yeah well, you were scrawnier than me back then. I was also jealous.”
“Jealous?” Keir snickered. “I’ve not heard this story.”
Your bottom lip stuck out and you slowly moved the churn, hearing it slosh inside, but also hearing the thud of the butter forming. “You got to spend all this time with Dad. You were always with him, day and night. Back then I felt like he was trying to get that son I didn’t turn out to be.”
His smile went off and he looked down at the bread he was snacking on. “Well now, that certainly makes sense. But you know, your father was never trying to do that. He was just making sure there was someone here who could look after the farm if he couldn’t. I was not a replacement or substitution for you, lass.”
“I know,” you grumbled. “Now, at least.”
He finished off his bread and dusted off his hands. “I always assumed you never liked me.”
You shrugged. “I like you now, to an extent.”
Keir laughed. “I like you better when you’re honest, lass. You should do it more.” He walked over to the door and opened it. “Thank your mother for washing my pants. I’ll thank you when they’re delivered to me.”
You nodded, briefly glancing up towards him. “I’ll make it quick.”
Keir left and you stalled on your chore for a moment. Your cheeks felt warm, your chest felt heavy. You shook it off and continued to work.
When your mother came back from the river, you took Keir’s damp pants to your room to work on. You didn’t even realize what time it was until you heard a carriage arrive outside. You were just finishing Keir’s pants when your mother appeared in the doorway.
“Nate is here, and supper is ready to,” she said.
You stood up and folded Keir’s pants. “Tell Nate I’ll be a moment. I want to get these to Keir.”
“If he’s not gone into town already. If he hasn’t, invite him to join us. He might like getting to know Nate as well.” She smiled as you left your room.
You went out the backdoor towards Keir’s lodge. His lantern was on to you knew he was home. You knocked on the door, but when he didn’t answer you knocked again.
“Keir!” You called out. “It’s me! I have your trousers fixed up. I even reinforced the hem of your cuffs.” You knocked again. “Keir?”
“You’ll wake the cows.”
You jumped and clutched the pants to your chest. You saw Keir come up the hill, his hair wet and wearing only trousers.
“I was washing off.” He said as he opened his door.
You gulped then thrust out the pants you fixed. “Then here.”
“Oh, thank you.” He took the pants and unfolded them, looking them over with a slight smile. “Not bad. Want to share a drink before you head back?” His skin looked dewy and damp as he walked into the light of his lantern. You rarely saw his braid undone, so all the long dark hair that draped around him was a lovely surprise.
“Supper is ready, if you want to join us,” your voice came out softer than you intended.
Keir uncorked a bottle, pouring out an amber liquor into a cup. “While Nate is here?” He snorted.
You stomped into his house and slammed the door shut behind you. “What’s your problem? Why do you care if he’s here?”
Keir took a drink. “Like you, maybe I’m jealous.”
You scowled. “Jealous? Jealous of what?”
Keir’s golden eyes stared at you from the rim of the glass. You held your breath, finding it impossible to look away from him. He set his glass aside with a sour look on his face, his brows pursed, and his lips downturned around his tusks.
“Keir,” you managed to get a breath in.
“Why are you here instead of greeting him?” He fisted his pants and shook them. “These could have waited if he’s so important.” He tossed them down onto his bed then picked up his glass again.
“I wanted you to have them,” you murmured.
Keir slammed his glass down and grabbed you, his hand cupped the back of your neck while the other gripped around your hip. You pressed your palms onto his chest, dragging them down towards his belly.
“We shouldn’t-” you whispered.
“Like hell-” Keir kissed you, closing the gap between your bodies. He was flush against you, grabbing you tight in his arms and lifting you off the ground. “Tell me now what we shouldn't do,” he rasped with a husky voice.
It was hard to draw up a thought, he’d stolen everything from your mind with that kiss. “Stop,” you panted. “We shouldn’t stop.”
Keir grinned. “I knew it.” He kissed you again, carting you over to his great bed. He rested you down upon his quilt and pillows, kissing you harder, sinking you down as his hands went up your skirt.
“Knew what?” You huffed as Keir’s lips parted from yours. You grabbed hold his bare shoulders, making sure he couldn’t go anywhere, but he still moved, kissing down the front of your dress.
“You,” he chuckled.
“What about me?” Your lashes fluttered as he pushed up your skirt.
“What you really wanted.” Keir undressed you, taking his time with it, marveling at each patch of bare skin he revealed. “I knew that Nate up there wasn’t where you heart was pointed.”
You were growing warm all over, softness enveloped your limbs, and you melted into Keir’s bed. As his hands stroked over you, your body floated more and more. “You think it’s you,” you huffed.
“I said I knew what you wanted.” He opened your tunic, revealing your breasts and making you truly naked.
His palm stroked down the center of your chest, down your belly and stopped just upon the curls between your legs. You shuddered, opening your legs a bit in hopes he would continue his path.
His smoke grew. “See?” His fingers slipped between, touching upon your lips and finding a bit of dew.
You rested your head back and cupped your hand over your mouth. “Is this what you wanted? To see me cave?”
“Not to cave,” he murmured, his fingers storing slowly. “To realize. I’ve wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
You whimpered as his touch became more intense, arousing more desire and heat from your body. “You’re teasing me.”
“Not about this.” Keir leaned down, kissing your breast then taking the plump nippled into his warm, wet mouth.
You let out a cry of desire, arching your back as Keir’s thick fingers sunk inside.
Keir moaned against your breast, raising his head to move to the other. His tusks rubbed against your soft flesh, and you wanted to feel more of him upon you.
“Wait, stop, one moment,” you shivered.
Keir lifted his head, a shining string of saliva connected his lip to your nipple. He sat up with you, and with shaky hands you reached out, undoing his pants and pulling them down. From within he sprung out and you had to take him in slowly.
“Oh wow.” You reached out, taking his thick, green cock in your hand. “I thought your ass was your best asset.”
“You’ll make me blush.” Keir shuddered as you stroked him, using both your hands to stoke his fire. “That’s it, lass. That feels amazing.”
You licked your lips, wondering how such a thing would fit inside you. His fingers were thick and felt amazing as it was. You glanced towards his window then into his eyes.
“Can we keep going?” You whispered.
He leaned in, cupping the back of your head. “Of course. What would you like?”
Keeping your hand around his cock you laid back in bed, pulling him over top of you. “Inside me. Please.”
His whole body flexed and then trembled. “I want nothing more, lass. But are you sure?”
“Yes. More than anything.” You guided his tip towards your slit which had become wet and puffy. Once he was in place you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re right, I want you. I have for so long.”
Keir moaned as he joined with you, filling you to the brim and making you gasp in surprise. “Are you alright?” He shuddered.
“Yes-” Your voice choked. “Yes. Keep going.” You clung tightly to him. Inside you felt stretched and warm, you wanted to know what he would feel like as he moved.
Keir grunted as he pulled his hips back, thrusting deep inside you. You shivered, biting your lip as he continued. Warmth flooded your body, going down to your toes and back to the top of your head.
“Bad girl,” Keir growled into your ear. “Doing this while your little suitor is here. How does it feel?”
“Quiet!” You pulled on his long hair. “Don’t talk about him!”
Keir kissed you and bit your lip. “I’m just happy. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. You're better than I ever could have imagined.”
“You too,” you cried out. “Oh Keir! Your body is amazing.”
He snarled with pride. “It’s all yours. Whenever you want me, lass. I’ll give you my all. I’ll never leave you wanting.”
“Me too, me too!” You kissed him hungrily, tangling your fingers in his hair as the heat continued to swell.
Eventually you made your way to dinner. Eating along with Nate who seemed to be shrinking away. Keir was smiling so big, his tusks were having a hard time staying on his face.
“Supper is wonderful, Missus,” he said to your mother.
“You than you, Keir. I’m glad you could make it.” Your mother side glanced at you before returning to her plate.
“How long are you planning to stay, nate?” Your father asked.
“Not long. I have to return home soon. I’m afraid I can’t be making many trips to Obresh now.” he said timidly.
“Oh? Such a shame,” Keir said.
“Where does this leave me?” You asked.
Nate swallowed. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Under the table you felt Keir’s foot brush up against your leg. You bit your lip to maintain a disappointed expression as Nate delivered the bad news. But it was a relief.
The next morning you caught Keir leaning up against the barn as you came to let the cows out of the stable.
“Such a shame your little suitor had to call it quits,” he tutted. “You must be heartbroken, lass.”
“I suppose these things happen.” You opened the stable then looked up at him. “I will find some way to cope.”
Keir leaned down and kissed you, a great big smile appearing on his face. “Anything I can do to help, just consider me yours.”
“I will,” you breathed. “I will.”
