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Orc Boyfriend: Ozren 2 (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-02-15 20:00:03 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis) Part One
It was a happy accident that you ended up in Obresh. When you fled your home, you had intended to get much farther away, but life had other plans. Life gave you Ozren. While at first that seemed like such a strange thing, you now know that was exactly what you needed.
Big, lovable Ozren gave you the world and asked for nothing in return. He just wanted to see you smile. The day he selected you during the Reaping, you didn’t want to believe it. All your life you’ve been told you weren’t worth anything, but Ozren saw you as a treasure.
Lately, you wake at strange intervals and find it impossible to fall back to sleep. So you lay there in the big bed and listen to Ozren breathe. He’s so peaceful, it’s nice being able to watch him slumber. He lies on his back when he sleeps, and his contours are like a mountain range. His long, curly hair is splayed out across his pillow, so you reach out and curl a lock around your finger. You’ve been helping him brush it lately, and you’ve found comfort in touching it. He’s quite hairy, but the curls on his head are by far your favorite.
The reaping was a few months ago now, and you and Ozren are growing closer by the day. You’re starting to feel like love is a possibility, but a voice in the back of your head warns you that you’re still not good enough for love. You’ve been trying very hard to ward it off.
You scoot closer to Ozren in bed, snuggling up to his side. His arm lifts up and holds you close. “Can you not sleep, my rose?”
You rest your cheek against him. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I felt ya stir, and it cracked me just a bit.” Ozren squeezes his arm around you. “What troubles ya so? What can I do to make it go away?”
You place your hand on his bare chest and lean your face against his side. “Go back to sleep. Don’t worry about me.”
“Nah, that ain’t gonna work. I’ll never sleep knowin’ something is botherin’ ya.” His hand rubs up and down your back lovingly. “We can just talk if ya want.”
You sigh heavily and look up at him, only seeing his chin and tusks. “Talk about what?”
He chuckles. “Whatever ya want.”
“I’m really happy here with you, Ozren.”
“That’s good, very good,” he says sleepily. “I try my hardest to make sure ya are. It does me good to know you feel that way.”
You smile to yourself. “You’re very good to me. Thank you.”
“I like having ya around,” he chuckles. “Makes me feel like a younger man again. Like I could do anything.”
“What do you mean? You’re still young.” You tilt your chin up to look at him again. “That’s absolutely silly.”
He laughs quietly. “I could still be younger. Could have less silver in my hair. I’m not one of these young swains walking around swinging barrels and getting piss-drunk every night.”
“I’m glad you aren’t.”
He kisses the top of your head and makes you smile. “I used to, back in those younger days. I would come out of the bar at dawn and not feel sober until the next time I went inside.”
“How are you alive?”
He clicks his tongue. “I’m not sure.”
You sit up in bed. “I’m glad those days are behind you. I’m even more glad you’re here now.”
He reaches up and cups your face in his palm. “I suppose all that youth was good for something. It was the road that led me to you.”
You smile down at him. “Seems like a very silly road.”
“Not to me it isn’t.” Ozren sits up with you, and his hair falls over his shoulders and back as he holds your face in both hands. “I came from a little island off the coast of the Rakshasa Kingdom. Very small, very poor. My family and I left it, hoping to find a future here in Obresh so we could send money home. I always felt out of place here, even surrounded by other orcs. But my mother kept telling me there were reasons I was here.” His smile grows as he looks at you. “I mean it when I say it was fate that brought us together.”
Your face fluctuates between a smile and frown. You sniffle as tears well up in your eyes, and Ozren dips down to give you a kiss. You hug him tight, resting your chest on his chest as he runs his hands along your back. “Tell me. What’s wrong, my rose?” he whispers. “Why do you cry when I say these things?”
You shake your head, “It’s not you.”
He smooths your hair from your face and holds your chin up. “Then what is it?”
You hiccup slightly. “No one has ever wanted me before. I don’t know...” You hiccup sharply again. “I don’t know how to accept such a thing.”
An angry look crosses Ozren’s face. It’s such a strange expression on him, you’ve rarely ever seen him look cross. “What do you mean by that? How could someone not want you?” He wipes your tears as they fall.
You look away, trying to bring the words to the surface. “My mother died giving birth to me. I was blamed. Nothing I could do could make my family look at me.” You move his hand away from your face and rub your eyes. “My father was a noble in Sothen...”
Ozren’s expression completely changes. “What? You’re a noble?”
You shake your head. “Not anymore. I’d rather be anything else,” you sniffle. “My family had me living like I wasn’t anything like them.”
Ozren’s scowl deepens.
“Bit by bit, I saved enough money so I could leave. I doubt they even noticed when I left.” You wipe at your eyes and exhale slowly. “I just… I just keep hearing them in my head, telling me I don’t deserve what I have. I keep feeling afraid you’ll see that I don’t...”
Ozren grabs your arms firmly. “My rose, may the gods strike me with lightning and toss me into the seas should I ever utter such words. Even the lowest of the low deserves grace and love. You are not the lowest, nowhere near that. You are a wonderful, sweet, beautiful creation. And I swear to the same gods that would kill me, I will never tell you anything different. You ran away for a reason. You left because you knew better. If you truly believed their words, you would have stayed. Right?”
“But...”
Ozren shakes you gently. “No! None of that. You left because a better road stretched out before you. People who have given up do not try to find something better for themselves.” He touches your face, brushing away the tears that cling to your cheek. “You are here now because you know you deserve everything they told you that you didn’t.”
You sniffle and wrap your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he buries his face against your hair. You turn your head and kiss him, and he wipes your cheek again and smiles at you. “My rose,” he whispers. “I love you deeply, and there was never a doubt in my mind.”
Your heart squeezes tightly at his words, and you grow dizzy as they keep reverberating in your mind. “I…”
“I loved you the first time I set eyes on you. But now I know. I love you eternally. I love you because I know you.” He lifts your chin again. “If anyone is undeserving here, it’s me.”
You sputter and smile, clutching your hands around your face. “Ozren...”
“You don’t need to say a thing unless you want to.” He kisses you again, softer than before.
“Can we lie back down?”
“Of course.” He lays on his side, bringing you to his chest, and you rest your head on his arm and close your eyes. “Comfortable?”
“Yes,” you murmur.
“Try to find some sleep, my rose. I know it hasn’t been easy lately.” He kisses the back of your neck and shoulder gently. “But do try.”
“You work hard, and you need more sleep than I do. But…” You roll over so you face him. “Thank you for tonight.”
He smiles brightly. “I was happy to. I’m glad you opened up more to me.”
You snuggle up to him, finding sleep soon after in his embrace.
It’s quite chilly in the morning, so you’re not surprised to hear Ozren outside chopping wood. You look out the window, seeing him shirtless and swinging his ax. It’s a lovely sight to get the day started, but you know you can’t dawdle. He’ll be cold when he gets inside, and want a hot drink right away. You get up and go to the kitchen, adding what’s left of the firewood into the stove. Once you get the kettle set and the press prepared, Ozren comes in and unloads an armful of wood into the box. “What are you doing, going out there without a coat?” you scold.
“I was in a hurry,” he laughs, teeth chattering. “The bedroom was cold, and I wanted to make sure it didn’t stay that way.”
You rub your hands up his frigid arms. “Go sit by the stove, you silly man! I’ll have your coffee ready in a moment.”
He kisses the top of your head. “Did you sleep well?”
“Sit!” you scold.
Ozren laughs, sitting down in his chair before the stove and kicking off his boots. You drape a blanket over him, but as you try to walk away he grabs you and pulls you in, wrapping you up in the blanket. “Now where do you think you’re going?” he teases, kissing your cheek and neck. “Aren’t you going to warm me up?”
“Your hands are cold!” you giggle as he holds you. “You're tickling me!”
He chuckles against your shoulder. “You feel nice and warm. Just a second longer. Now tell me, did you sleep well?”
You sit with him and lean back against his chest. “I did. Thank you.”
“Happy to help any way I can, my rose.” He rests his chin atop your head. “I must confess, I wanted to go out like that this morning because I was still quite heated by what you said.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your family,” he growls. “The way they treated you. It makes me angry even thinking about them.”
“Please stop. It isn’t worth it at all. Just breathe, for me.”
Ozren huffs. “I know. I’m sorry. But… I care so much.” He grumbles and lowers his head, letting you kiss his cheek. “I know your family is behind you. You’re better off without them. But I cannot let this go so easily.”
“You love me, and that’s enough.”
“Aye,” he whispers, “I do. Very much.”
“Then just do that. I don’t need you bashing heads for me.”
Ozren chuckles. “If you asked, I would.”
You start to giggle, but you try to remain firm. “Don’t. Tell me more about the island you came from.”
Ozren sighs deeply. “Well, let’s see. It was called Northknock, and it was covered with fruit trees as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful.”
“Was?”
“Was,” he sighs heavily. “When I was just a child, there was a fungus that began spreading through the soil. It infected the trees, started to rot away at the core. By the time I was a teenager, there was barely anything left for us.”
“That’s why your family left?”
He nods. “Last I heard, most of the orcs had left the island. Some came here, and some went to Rakshasa Country. I don’t know what’s become of Northknock now.”
You stand up as the kettle whistles and pour the water into the press. “Have you ever wanted to try and go back?”
“I’ve been afraid. I don’t want to go there and find something...” He looks at you with sad eyes. “I want to remember it from my childhood.”
You pour his coffee from the press and place it in his hands. You brush your fingers through his hair, pushing it back and tucking it behind his ear. “That’s fine. What have you got planned for today?”
“Since it’s getting cold, I’m going to start preparing the house and chopping more wood.”. He sits up, puffing out his chest and moving the blanket aside.
“Wearing your coat, of course.”
He looks at you with a grin and laughs. “Aye, with my coat on.” He gives you a wink. “I’ll still be quite chilly when I come in. Are ya gonna still warm me up?”
You look up from the potatoes you're picking from the basket and smile back at him. “Are you being suggestive?”
“Only if you like it that way,” he says with a grin.
“Let me make breakfast, and then you can bat your eyes at me.” You rinse off the potatoes, then start slicing them to fry in the pan.
“You can tell me if I get annoying,” he says. “Just hit me over the head.”
“I would never hit you.” You toss the potatoes into the hot pan and they sizzle. “Besides, even if I act shy about it, I do enjoy the way you talk to me.”
“Ya do, do ya?”
You glance back at him to see his smile then turn back around giggling. “Not to say it doesn’t have a time and place.”
“I want you to be comfortable here, especially when you’re with me. I known we’ve done it a few times now, but I want you to know you don’t have to have sex with me if you don’t want to. I only want you when you want me just as much.”
You finish cutting the potatoes and wipe your hands on your apron. “I know that. I just get nervous easily.”
His brow pinches. “What makes you nervous?”
You keep your eyes down. “That I won’t please you.”
“I have a big secret. Come close.” Ozren wags his fingers, and once you’re close enough he pulls you in to whisper into your ear. “Men don’t need much, my rose. As long as you’re willing and breathing, once I’m inside you I don’t need much else.”
You sputter and giggle as you push against his face. “You’re teasing me!”
“I am not.” He grins at you, holding your hips. “I like to hear you though,” he whispers. “Your low, soft moans as you grow wet. The slight jiggle of your breasts. It makes me feel powerful knowing I’m making you feel so good.”
“Ozren,” you titter.
He kisses you. “As long as you don’t suddenly grow teeth down there, you’re always going to please me.”
You kiss him softly in return. “You… you do make me feel good,” you answer shyly. “I don’t have any experience. You’re my first, so…”
“Nothing more precious than a woman who’s just come,” he moans. “I love watching you in your afterglow.”
You look into his eyes and your heart sputters. “Were you always this way?”
He shakes his head. “I used to be a right shit when I was a lad. I won’t scare you with the details, but I didn’t take pleasure so seriously. That’s the only thing about youth I do not miss. I much prefer the lovemaking we do to any fucking I did when I was stupid. Not saying I’m not stupid now,” he laughs.
“I bet you were very handsome as a young man.” You cup his face between your palms. “All that beautiful hair must have been the envy of all the girls.”
“Oh, another big secret, my rose,” he chuckles. “I used to shear all my hair off!”
You gasp in mock outrage. “Offensive! You really were awful in your youth!”
Ozren throws his head back in laughter. “Used to think it made me look tough! It just made me look like a big, fat thumb.”
You turn to flip the potatoes before returning to his side. “Your hair is so beautiful. Did you really hate it so much?”
“I wanted to be big and bad, and lovely curls didn’t exactly scream bad.” He kisses your cheek affectionately. “Took me a long time to learn I was never meant to be bad. I’m a lover.”
“You really are.” you purr.
“What’s that tone I hear? You growing sweet on me, rose?” Ozren kisses your neck and grabs the hem of your nightgown.
“Breakfast first,” you chuckle. “I won’t have it burning and ruining my good pan.”
Ozren kisses you lovingly. “You just ask me whenever you want me,” he whispers into your ear. “I’m yours, and don’t doubt it.”
Comments
Chelsea Norris
I always loved Orzen. I'm so happy you continued it. He so easy to love and adore and since I heavily identify with the reader. I need an Orzen of my own. One to love me when I don't love myself.
