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Alban the Orc (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-12-18 21:01:00 +0000 UTCI’ve noticed one of the regular patrons has taken a shining to Silke and it’s not one I would recommend polishing. He’s a rough type, and not in the usual orcish way that is accepted. I don’t like the way he looks at her, nor the way he sneers at his friends when she walk away from the table. I’ve told Silke to stop being so nice, not everyone understands is hospitality, but she would always appear with that smile again and that charm she refused to turn off for anyone.
“If you want to stop serving that table, all you have to do is ask and I’ll have one of the elf girls run it,” I told her.
Silke looked up at me with those soft eyes of yours suddenly going sharp. “I’m fine with it, Alban,” you huffed. “Stop worrying so much, I told you I can handle myself.”
“A short, soft thing like you is like cake in these parts, I told you that when we first met,” I grouched back. The two of us have been like this since I hired her, but I always need hard workers in my tavern, and Silke worked just as hard as me most days. “I keep you around for a reason, Softy, I don’t want you getting scared off.”
“I am fine,” Silke rolled your eyes at me. “He’s just a flirter.” You walked on while I eyeballed the table closer.
If he was just flirting, I don’t think he’d make the hair on the back of my neck stand up the way it does. The fella sets off all my warning signs, and I know I am rarely wrong.
Later the evening I went across the tavern to speak to a friend, but as I was leaving I heard that rough orc guffawing to his friends.
“I figured with the reaping coming up, she would be eager for me to come and grab her. She’s always so happy to see me, I figure she’d love to see me in bed then too.” My guts churned and tightened as they laughed. This brute was not using the reaping for its traditional purpose, Silke deserved better than that. I quickly left the table, urging Silke to join me in the back.
“I’m busy, what’s up your butt now, Alban?” she huffed.
I looked her up and down, knowing full well this could start an argument between us that could last for days. “That patron I keep telling you to stop being nice to-”
“Oh my goddess, you need to stop! He doesn’t mean anything to me!” Silke huffed. “I’m just being politepoltie, stop acting jealous because I-”
“I’m not being jealous! What does that even mean? That’s not the point, Softy, I just heard him saying he’s going to take you during the reaping!”
Silke’s face went flat, then her brow pursed and she brought her hand to her mouth.
I cleared my throat and tried to be supportive. “I heard him say he’s going to take you just so he can get you into his bed. I don’t think you want that.”
Silke was looking away from me, her eyes focused off beyond the corner we were behind. She then looked ahead, staring at the wall as she began nibbling on her finger nails. I took her hand, pulling it away from her chewing teeth.
“I never thought anyone would wanna take me for the reaping.” Silke’s eyes flicked back up to me. “I’m just being nice to him, what makes him think I wanna-” She cringed and made a face.
“Can you hide at home during the reaping?” I asked her. “Just stay there and don’t move all day.”
“What about work?” Silke huffed.
Of course she would be worried about that. “Forget about work! I don’t want my best employee being mauled by some dick brained brute! Stay the fuck home, Softy or I’ll fire you.”
“No!” Silke blurted. “What if he finds me at home?”
My guts did that weird thing again where they were both hot and cold while flipping around. “How about I come and get you? I’ll pretend I’m reaping you. Stay here a few days, then we can just say it wasn’t a good match.”
Silke looked me up and down, and I had never felt so humiliated by a gaze. “Is faking a reap even legal?”
“That’s not the point! I’m trying to stop you from getting kidnapped and held hostage all your life. Do you want that, or do you want to play pretend?”
“Alright alright,” Silke huffed. She placed her hands around her mouth again. “I live near the market square. I’m in one of the lofts. You can come get me there.”
I nodded. “Good. I’ll be sure to serve him extra so he’s gets really drunk tonight just in case.”
Silke looked bothered still even after we agreed upon it. She placed her thumb near her mouth and started to chew on her nail.
“It’ll be okay. You aggravate me, but I’m not letting you get hurt.” I patted the top of her head and Silke frowned at me.
“I’m not a child!” She followed me from the back. “Don’t think you can treat me like one because of this.”
The next morning I got up early in order to meet Silke at her home. I had sent the one orc out right at closing with another drink. He’d never been so wasted before, so I expected him to be unconscious for most of the reaping.
The morning was cold and chilly, so I put on a scarf around my neck. As I walked out the reaping was already going. There were people being carted away by their intended, orc smiling and celebrating. This was supposed to be a joyous day, but all I felt was dread. I headed toward the market square and I saw Silke coming out from the back. She should have waited for me, but since that orc was probably still unconscious I’d fuss at her later. She was wearing a coat with a hood, she looked like her nickname, soft and warm. Something made my heart skip a beat at that thought, but I quickly tossed it aside.
I was about to call out her name when the worst happened. I saw him staggering out from an alleyway. He was disheveled and I could almost see the alcohol evaporating off of him. Silke saw him too and she stood still where she was. The look on her face struck me like an arrow and I raced forward. I shoved the orc as I passed by, knocking him into the gutter. I swooped up Silke, not bothering to stop running as I held her in my arms.
“Aye! That’s my woman!” The orc slurred from the ground.
I didn’t stop, I kept going, taking Silke back with me to the tavern. I pushed through the doors, letting them slam shut behind me. I took Silke to the stairs where she struggled in my arms.
“I have to do cleaning,” she whimpered.
“No you don’t.” I carried her upstairs, unaware of how red her face had become. I took her into my place and then it hit me. I set her down just before I walked through the door, only to see the stricken look upon her beet colored face.
“Are you alright?” I huffed.
“I don’t know.” Silke cupped her hands around her cheeks, trying to rub away the red.
I pointed to the floor. “Stay put. I’m going to go lock the door back.”
Silke’s expression went blank and her eyes widened. She ran after me as I headed back to the stairs. “You don’t think he’ll come here do you?”
“I think he might. I’m surprised her hasn’t.” I turned back and patted the top of her head. “You’ll be safe here, Softy. So stay put.”
“I’m not a kid!” She fussed after me.
I went down stairs, and sure enough, the orc was already in the tavern. He threw a chair at me and I managed to catch it. A fight ensued, but since we was still so slobbering drunk, it didn’t last long. Some of my neighbors came and helped me deal with him and I went back upstairs to check on Silke.
She was sitting at my small table, chewing on her fingernails as I walked in. “What happened?” She jumped up immediately.
“Nothing, it’s fine.”
Silke’s worried expression didn’t fade. “I heard you fighting, don’t tell me it was nothing!”
“Well it was nothing, a few punches and he went down like a rotten tree. It was nothing and it will remain nothing!”
Silke frowned, but a look of concern was maintained upon her face. “Then can I go down and clean?”
“No,” I huffed. “You can stay here, I’m not risking you getting hurt. You’ll pretend to be my happily reaped bride and that will be your job.”
“No!” She blurted back at me.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. “You can clean at night when the bar is empty if that will calm you down. But for now, I don’t want you getting dragged off when I’m not looking.”
Silke glared. “Fine.”
For the next few days, Silke and I shared my home. I let her have the bed, and I slept on the floor. During the day, I worked, and in the evenings she would come down to do her work. We treated each other like normal those first couple of days, bickering back and forth on everything. But I noticed a tiny shift one evening, as she came downstairs, Silke touched me. She then smiled and teased me about the noise during the day, which was odd. A couple of days later, as I was going to lay down to sleep, Silke stopped me.
Her face was red and conflicted. She wanted to look nice, but she also appeared uncertain. “Look, it’s a big bed, and I can’t just watch you sleep on the floor anymore. Just...I don’t know...it’s your bed after all.”
“Your point?” I scoffed.
“Just get in bed!” Silke huffed. “Don’t ague with me.”
I smirked at her. “You want to go to bed with me?”
Silke glared back at me. “It’s nothing to think about. Just two friends sharing a bed.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, which i was excited to sleep in again. “It’s been a long time since I shared my bed with such a lovely girl.”
Silke scoffed. “I could say the same thing.” She threw my pillow at me.
I broke into a girn. “You’ve shared your bed with lovely girls?”
“Get all those images out of your mind, big boy.”
I placed my pillow down as she pulled back the covers. As she got into bed, her nightgown pulled up over her soft, curvy legs. I spotted a bit of her thigh before she tugged the skirt down. I looked away, taking off my tunic only to hear a slight gasp. I looked back and Silke had tucked herself in.
I laid down in bed, feeling her warmth right behind me. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but that warmth and presence of another person kept nagging at me.
“Thank you.”
I opened my eyes and looked at her lump in the bed. “What was that?”
“Thank you.” Silke popped her head out from under the covers. “I never said thank you, for saving me.” She gave me a shy but embarrassed look. “I’m glad I’m here and not…”
I smiled. “You’re a pain in my ass, Softy. But I would never let anything hurt you.”
Silke’s smile turned shy and the way her cheeks turned soft pink made my heart gallop. She looked so soft, so pretty, the thought made me lose my breath and the silence between us became awkward.
“Good night,” I said and rolled over to avoid looking at her.
“Good night,” she mumbled softly.
I forced myself to sleep, if only to escape the thought of her lips and how badly I wanted to touch them while holding her thighs.
I woke in the morning to a weight upon my chest, one that wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest. I felt so cozy and comfortable I didn’t want to wake. Something plush was pressed into my ribs, and something else was wrapped around my thigh. I looked down, seeing Silke cuddled into my side. I froze in place, holding my breath as it all dawned on me. That softness and coziness was her plump, warm body. I strained to keep composure, to keep from imagining things. She pressed in tight, mewling sweetly in her sleep. I grit my teeth, trying to make my blood rush anywhere else than where it was going.
“Are you awake?” Her sleepy voice beckoned.
I tried to remain still and keep pretending I was asleep. Silke moved, but not away. She kept her body close to mine and her hand went down my bare chest. What was she doing? I started to ‘wake up’ to see if she would move away, but she didn’t.
“What are you doing?” I grumbled.
“I’m comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” I groused. “You’re wrapped around me like ivy on a tree!”
Silke rested her cheek against my pec. “Just a few more seconds.”
I wanted to stay like that forever, but I couldn’t give in. “You’re testing my patience, Softy.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
I closed my eyes. “No. Quite the opposite.”
“It’s weird right? How nice this is?” Silke’s foot went down my leg then back up. “I’ve never slept so well with someone before. You feel...so nice.”
I feel nice! It is to laugh. She’s the one who is all soft and squishy against me. Her warm, soft thighs, her plump, big breasts, I’m losing my mind as they press closer to me. “You feel better,” the words flow out against my will. “Trust me. Nothing feels as good as that.”
Silke squeaked and huddled her face down. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
Silke’s thigh tightened around mine. I felt her lips against my chest, then my neck. I moaned as the soft, almost heavenly touch.
“Silke, what are you doing?”
Silke’s lips touched mine and I grabbed hold of her. I wrapped my arms around her, drinking deep from that moment. She stole my breath as the kisses deepened and grew in intensity. She ran her fingers through my hair, touching my scalp which drove me almost as crazy as her thighs wrapping around my hips.
“If we don’t stop, I’ll be late for opening,” I growled into her ear.
Silke looked into my eyes, stroking her soft palm down my cheek. “I don’t want to stop though.”
I kissed her again, hungrily baring down upon her. Her soft moans and whimpers as I went further fueled me. I buried myself between those breasts, drowning in their softness. Her plump, pink nipples grew hard against my tongue and I bit upon them as my tusks rubbed against the supple flesh.
“Alban!” She mewled loudly. “Oh goddess-”
I quickly kicked away my pants and he flinched as my cock fell against her thigh. She looked up at me shyly as I took her hand and placed it upon me.
“You’re so hard-” she said breathlessly. “Because of me?”
I kissed her breasts again, rubbing myself into her thigh. “You have no idea what you do to me, Softy.” I licked between her breasts then nuzzled into her neck. “This soft, warm body of yours, I want to be buried in it.”
Silke moaned. “Then do it.”
“You sure?”
She nodded, opening her thighs more for me. “You reaped me, so this is how it should go, right?”
My breath stuck in my chest. “But that was only for pretend.”
“I don’t mind if it’s not.” Her small hands pet up my chest and cupped my face between them. “I can be yours if you will be mine.”
I took her hands into mine, holding them tight as I melded into her. Everything good about her outside was twice as good inside. Her deep, wet, warmth sucked me in and almost overtook me. I steadied myself, holding her hands as I rolled my hips. She took all of me happily, moaning in pleasure with each thrust.
The way we fought before, I never would have assumed we would be here in a marriage bed. I always did find Silke beautiful, and I did enjoy our bickering. I wanted her around, now, I never wanted to leave her side. I knelt down, kissing her and letting her grab hold of me. I was wrapped in that sweetness, her body pressed against me. I could feel her quivering all around me, her breath turning shallow with a sweetness to her voice.
When I came she cried into my shoulder and pulled my hair. She took my very soul from my body, turning me into dust and wind, so that I collapsed into her. I laid there and listened to her heartbeat against my ear.
After a while, I rolled over and pulled her into my arms. I held her lovingly, kissing her cheek and nuzzling to her hair. She held onto my hand, kissing my fingertips and smiling shyly.
“What made you change your mind?” I asked.
“I always thought you were handsome,” she murmured. “Being so close to you, my little crush sort of took control.”
I chuckled and hugged her tighter, smiling smugly in her face. “You had a crush on me?”
Silke wrapped my hair around her fingers and tugged. “Don’t act like you didn’t!” She faced me like we were in battle. “I knew you were jealous all that time.”
“Was not!” I snapped. “I’d never be jealous of that asshole. I knew if I wanted to I could have you.”
“Did you?” Silke scoffed.
I kissed her and her hold on my hair weakened. She kissed back, melting into me again so that my blood began to rise.
“I just didn’t think you wanted me,” I whispered to her.
Silke sighed. “I wasn’t going to ever let you know that. But...I do.”
“Then the reaping-”
“No need to pretend,” she whispered. “Your my orc husband until I grow tired of you,” she teased.
“And you’ll be my wife until then as well,” I murmured against her cheek. “Maybe even longer.”
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Scarlet Afire
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