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Half-Orc Boyfriend: Hemi (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-05-01 19:00:03 +0000 UTC
My mother is an orc, and my dad was a knight. They met in secret, fooled around, fell in love, and eventually had to run away. They ran because they fooled around so much they had made me. My mother feared what the elders might think, considering that her clan didn’t exactly celebrate half-breed babies. My dad left his post, taking my mom far away so they could raise me and finally be together.
This is where Obresh comes in. I was born there, never knowing much of anything else. It’s becoming a place where humans and orcs intermarry near constantly, and my mom and dad weren’t such a strange sight. My mother joined the hunting party, while my dad repaired weapons and tools. After that, life became pretty uneventful and normal.
When I was little I would watch my dad at work. I learned how to fix and sharpen an axe when I was eight. When I turned thirteen I started to go on hunts with my mother. By then the house was full of my siblings, so I was eager to get out. I was already good with weapons, thanks to my dad, but my mother honed these skills. She taught me how to be silent on my feet, how to track, and how to work with what nature offered.
By my sixteenth birthday I was leading my own hunting party, consisting of me, two of my sisters, and two more orc girls from Obresh. Around this time ‘he’ came into Obresh from the north, where the trees give way to craggy mountains and icy snow. He was the biggest thing any of us had ever seen, but he was quite young, barely twenty.
He was half-giant and half-orc, and his mother had kept him secluded in the mountains most of his life, but tales of Obresh had reached even him. He was allowed to join us, but due to his size, it took a long while for others to warm up to him.
He wanted to help the village, so the elders decided he should hunt big game. My dad fashioned a weapon for him that would fit his large hands. He was able to cobble together supplies from scraps he had saved over the years, and the handle was forged from the axle of an old wagon. My little brother, Ezig, ended up joining his hunting party, though it would be just the two of them for a long while.
Ezig would come home with tales about what ‘he’ could do. I used to be the one Ezig idolized, and now, this giant was all he could talk about. Nothing I did seemed to compare to the giant. No matter how big my game was, ‘he’ did better. No matter what stories I told, ‘he’ had better ones. It was starting to stick into my craw, especially since it was my little brother who wouldn’t shut up about him.
I started training with Rogan, one of the strongest warriors in all of Obresh. From him I learned to grapple, and how to grow strong in a real sense. Rogan taught me I didn’t need the approval or validation of anyone else. As long as I had myself, I could face any challenge. Still, I hated the way my little brother idolized the giant.
Winter is coming, and the hunting parties are preparing. Furs are in high demand, but bears are the big-ticket item. It’s my goal to come back with the most bears out of all the hunting parties. I take my party farther north to where the bears winter. It’s a long and exhausting trip for anybody, and I know I’m probably agitating the rest of my party. I’m just glad they are sticking with me, even if they complain.
“This is ridiculous,” my sister Heldvig scoffs. “We all know why you’re doing this, Pix. You’re being silly.”
I turn and glare at her. “Then why are you here?”
Heldvig rolls her eyes. “You’re not in competition with anybody. Also, mom said someone has to drag your carcass back home because she won’t do it.”
My other sister, Calpkin, has already moved away to avoid our conversation. She’s always quiet, which makes her one of the best archers in the party. She’s already set herself up high in a tree, away from our sisterly bickering, but her eyes watch everything.
“Have you ever even talked to Hemi?” Heldvig asks.
I’m taking the whetstone to my ax blade. “Who?”
“Really, Pix?” Heldvig sighs. “You know who he is. He’s all Ezig talks about.”
I shrug. “I try to forget his name.”
“You’re so transparent. Ever since Ezig started hunting with Hemi, you’ve been as jealous as an old witch.” Heldvig goes to the edge of the campsite and starts gathering up sticks for kindling. “If you spent five minutes with Hemi, you’d realize the two of you have a lot in common. Which is probably why Ezig likes him so much.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “How do you know what he’s like?”
Heldvig just smiles and walks away from me.
I jump up. “Hey, hey, hey!” I chase after her. “What does that mean? What did you do?”
Heldvig looks me up and down. “Seriously, Pix?”
I scoff and drop my shoulders. “Are you at least being careful?”
Heldvig turns and slaps her hip. “Pix, look at me. I’m the smallest of all of us, so I’m not fooling around with a half-giant… no matter how much I would like to.”
“She’s fooled around with Cinnwik though.” Calpkin yells from her perch.
Heldvig throws a stick Calpkin’s way. “If you want to stay out of it, stay out of it!” She looks back at me. “And yes, I am still careful!” She turns on her heel and storms into the woods.
Heldvig’s words stick with me. Not much about Hemi has crossed my mind aside from my distaste for him. I know he’s large, but not in the way Heldvig has alluded to. My dad had to make a special ax for him, his hands are so huge. He has a sort of ruddy complexion, compared to me and my sibling’s pale green and freckled one. His skin ochre, and his hair is a mess of pale gray curls with streaks of white. He keeps it tied back in a sort of frizzy ponytail. He stands head and shoulders above most people in Obresh, and I used to call him the Sore Thumb until Ezig got mad at me. He has a bigger nose than most orcs too, long and crooked from being broken one too many times. He doesn’t really have tusks, only two gold hoops piercing his lip.
He’s used to the cold, so the weather in Obresh is warmer than he cares for. He tends to strut around half-naked, in a belt and trousers. His chest is always on full display, showing off the dark tattoos that cover his back and wrapped around his chest. He says each one is a different chapter in a long story, and each chapter is extremely important.
Despite the rocky start, our hunting trip turns out to be one of our most successful. We end up bringing home one of the biggest bears I've ever seen in my life, quite possibly bigger than Hemi. We bring home two other bears as well, and some other big game. We decide to celebrate, heading to the pub to eat, drink and enjoy the bit of fortune we brought home. When we walk into the pub, I see Ezig and his party are already there, Hemi included.
“Please, let’s just enjoy our night.” Heldvig grabs my hand and yanks me towards a table. “Ignore them.”
Ezig gets up and follows us to our table. He has the biggest grin on his face. “I heard about your trip. That’s really amazing.”
I smile at him. “And how was yours?”
Ezig’s smile brightens. “Amazing! You should see the load we ended up bringing back. Hemi decided we should focus on things like deer and elk, but we ended up with four bears!”
I bite my cheek to keep from scowling. “That is good.”
A pitcher of ale is brought to our table, and I begin to drink right away. As the night wears on, I relax. After eating quite a bit, and drinking a lot more, I forget that what’s-his-name is even in the same pub as me.
There is a crowd forming, and whoops and cheers ring out louder than normal. I point towards the commotion and frown. “What’s going on over there?”
Heldvig sniffs. “Don’t worry about it.”
I shake my hand at her. “No, no, what’s going on?”
“Hemi is arm-wrestling again.” She takes a long drink of her beer. “Undefeated, and people are breaking their wrists trying to beat him.”
My eyes widen.
“Pix, fuck, no!” Heldvig grabs my arm. “Don’t go over there. I know you’re strong, but don’t!”
I pull myself away from her, taking the pitcher and finishing it off. “Have more food and ale brought to the table. I’ll be back.”
I take my coins and force my way into the crowd, approaching the table where Hemi and some poor sucker have just finished their match. Hemi’s opponent is clutching his aching arm, while Hemi takes the money from the table with a grin. His eyes flick up to me, their deep brown almost black in the dim light of the pub. He looks surprised at first, but his stupid expression soon gives way to a grin. He sits up in his chair and waves me over. His teeth pull at one of the gold hoops in his lip. “If it isn’t the lovely Pix. What brings you my way this evening?”
I throw my bag of coins down on the table and take a seat. I can feel his eyes on me, burning against my skin. His tongue flicks against one of the gold hoops as his dark eyes follow the line of my neck.
“Oh, my,” he chuckles. “Am I in trouble?” Hemi’s eyes are smack in the center of my cleavage, and I realize I might have the upper hand after all.
I slam my elbow down on the tabletop and hold my hand up. “I think it’s about time you got knocked down a few pegs.”
“Quite a few pegs to get to,” Hemi smirks. “But if anyone here can knock ‘em, I bet it’s you.” He places his wager on the table, then sets his elbow down, looking up briefly from my breasts. “I’ve been hoping to get my hands on you.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.” I flex my fingers. “Are you gonna hold my hand or are you afraid of cooties?”
“Not at all.” His thick, callused hand grips mine, and for a moment I am terrified. I always thought Rogan had big hands, but Hemi’s easily engulfs mine.
“You ready?” Hemi smirks.
I take a deep breath, knowing I can still get the upper hand. “You bet.” I brace myself. “Are you?”
“Of course.”
Someone begins a countdown, and on ‘three’ Hemi’s hand tightens and he starts to push. I lean across the table and plant a kiss on his lips. The crowd goes silent, Hemi goes still, and I push his hand down with no effort. The sound of his arm hitting the table is the sweetest in the world to me.
The crowd erupts again, unsure what to think about such a turn of events. Hemi is rubbing his chin, his thumb going over his lips where mine had just been. I’m grinning from ear to ear, waiting to see what his real reaction will be. He could call me a cheater, he could flip the table or even storm away. Whatever it is, I want to see it.
Hemi laughs. He throws his head back cackling. I expected hysterics, but not this. I look around, just as confused as everyone else.
“I was wondering when one of you would get wise and try that on me.” He pushes the money towards me. “Victory is yours, lovely Pix.”
“You’re not...” I look at the money, then back at him. “You’re not mad?” I’m offended that he’s not upset. “You lost! I beat you!”
“I didn’t lose anything.” His tongue darts over his lips. “I won my own victory.”
I snatch up the money angrily as I stand. “Ugh, fine.”
“Now wait a minute,” Hemi chuckles. “Best two out of three?”
I look him up and down, noticing his eyes are on my hips and thighs. “You might be big as a tree, but lightning isn’t going to strike you twice.”
“I hope there aren't two of you,” he chuckles. “I doubt I would survive such a thing, but it would certainly be a vision worth dying for.”
I scowl at him. “Are you trying to get me to hit you?”
“Of course not. I’m trying to get you to kiss me again.”
I lean over the table and into his face. “I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last man on earth.”
“Good thing I’m not a man,” he grins. “I am something much worse.”
“I can tell,” I scoff. “I’d call you a pig, but pigs are cute.”
Hemi takes in a deep breath, sounding very much like a moan. “I want to suck liquor from your belly button.”
I tilt my chin up. “I want to lick your blood off my knuckles.”
“I want you to do that too,” he grins.
I lick the corner of my mouth. “Make me.”
He kisses me, and I thrust my fingers into his hair. I pull his hair as he yanks me across the table. I bite him, and he bites back. I rake my nails down his arms as he lays me across the table. We continue the kiss as the crowd is whipped into a new kind of frenzy.
“You!” I’m yanked from the table and onto the floor. I see Heldvig standing above me, my hair bunched in her fist.
“Hey, I was playing with her first!” Hemi grunts.
“You’re both drunk!” Heldvig pulls me to my feet. “But I am so excited to rub this in her face in the morning.”
I cup my hand around my face as I begin to realize what I have done.
“I’m taking you home.” Heldvig pulls me outside, where the cold air only speeds up the sharpening of my mind.
“Pix!” I hear a roar behind me. Turning, I see Hemi has pulled the door off its hinges in his attempt to get outside. He has a huge grin on his face, proud as can possibly be. “I’m going to make you my wife!”
“I’m going to make you regret it!”
He throws his head back and laughs. “I expect nothing less from my bride!”
“Oh, this is so good I’m going to faint,” Heldvig laughs. She pushes me along as she forces me home. “I knew you two would get along.”
“We are not.”
“You nearly broke that table, the way you two were going,” she snickers at me. “Ezig was afraid to get in there.”
I grunt as I slouch against her, hoping to make her fall over. “He didn’t see that, did he?”
“He saw everything. I got more of an eyeful than I wanted, too.” Once we get home, she throws me into bed.
I wake in the morning feeling groggy and slow. I linger in bed, laying there as I breathe in the crisp morning air. My door opens, and Helvig stands there with a grin.
“Oh, dear sister,” she sings. “You have a visitor.”
I sit up in bed and glare at her. “Who?”
Heldvig’s grin is pure evil. She just stands there looking at me, her arms crossed against her chest. I shake my head slowly as the silence grows into a dull roar in my ears.
Last night, when I exchanged the kiss with Hemi, I knew what was happening. I knew that I wanted it, and more than that I wanted him. I was angry at myself for that want, so I fought him, and hard, while allowing him to fight back. He almost won.
“I’ll be up in a moment,” I grumble.
Heldvig laughs and leaves.
I get up and change my clothes, then go outside to where Hemi is waiting. He looks like he only just left the bar, and smells of sweat and ale, of suckling pig and grease. His wild hair hangs in his face, but it cannot obscure his grin.
I’m still angry at myself. I like him, and I want to continue that kiss from last night. I suspect he does as well. “What are you doing here?” I scoff.
“I came to see you.” He pushes his hair back from his face. “I was wondering if you could fix my hair after you pulled at it so much last night.”
I press my lips into a tight line. “You’re still drunk. You should go home.”
Hemi lays his hand over his chest. “Home is where the heart is. And right now, my heart is with you.”
“Now I know you’re drunk. Who the fuck talks like that?” I take his arm and pull him into the house, where Heldvig and Calpkin watch from a crack in their bedroom door. I shove Hemi into my bedroom and force him down onto the bed.
“Get some sleep,” I snap at him. “Talk to me when you’re sober.”
“How can I possibly sleep when I am in your bed! I will not be able to keep my hands off myself.” He buries his face in my pillow and moans. “Your scent is everywhere. It’s driving me crazy.”
I yank my pillow out from under his head. “Sleep.” I storm out of my room and slam the door shut. I glare at my sisters. “You say anything, and I’ll gut you myself!”
Around dinnertime, Hemi stirs. I’m alone for the moment, getting dinner prepared while Calpkin and Heldvig have gone out to buy supplies. I watch my door slowly open, and then a very naked Hemi stands before me. I keep my head forward, not wanting to look down, but that third leg is hard to ignore.
Hemi’s hair is like a fog around his head, and he rubs his eyes as he looks down at me. He stares for a few moments, seeming almost unsure of himself. “Thanks,” he grunts. He coughs and clears his throat as he tries to move his hair from his face. “I, uh… I needed that.”
“I figured.” I keep looking back down between his thighs. I want so badly just to keep from stealing glances, but I feel I have to look to confirm the sight is real. I take the tablecloth and wrap it around his waist.
“My mistake,” he grunts. “I sleep naked.”
“How do you walk around like that?” I scoff, trying to make light of it. “Do you not have back problems?”
Hemi’s smile returns. “Oh, you looked? How rude.”
I scowl again. “How can someone not fucking see it?”
“I feel violated,” Hemi teases. “Perhaps you should pay me back so I will feel better about your lascivious gaze.”
I put my hands on my hips. “You’re not funny!”
“And you’re beautiful when you’re mad.” He looks around. “Are we alone?”
“Yes, but...”
Hemi kisses me, and I slap his cheek a few times before I melt into it. I press close against him, and his hands clutch my thighs. His thick fingers knead my rear, and the tablecloth he wears begins to tent.
“We should stop,” I say when I manage to catch my breath.
“You think so?” His hands squeeze my thighs tightly. “I agree. Waiting is better.” He pulls away from me, and I try to avoid gazing at the bulge behind the tablecloth.
I cough and rub the back of my neck. “Yes, well, you'll be waiting a long time.”
“Why do you say that?” Hemi sits down at the table, folding his hands under his chin. His teeth tug at the gold hoop in his lip.
“I’m not giving in,” I sniff. “I’m going to put up a fight.”
“Well good. I like that about you, and I always have.” Hemi tilts his chin up. “I expect you to come on top.”
I frown. “You mean, come out on top.”
“It can be both.” Hemi’s eyes sweep over me. “We have all of winter, no need to rush. So let's entertain ourselves with the game.”
My stomach turns knot. “What game?”
Hemi’s brows arch as he grins. “You’ll see.”
I’m relieved that he gets dressed and leaves before my sisters return home. I really would have hated to explain the naked man in our kitchen, as well as Heldvig’s evil expression. I’m mortified enough with myself. I’ve spent so much time thinking I despised Hemi, but I was mainly mad at myself for how much I liked him.
With winter on our heels, it would be hard to escape him. We would be in Obresh together, unable to avoid crossing paths unless I just stay hidden in my house. Cold winds are blowing, so my sisters and I go to our parents’ home to retrieve our winter things.
My mom is handing me a crate when she gets a look on her face. “Ezig tells us you and Hemi-”
“No!” I cut her off. I look at her knowing expression and swallow the lump in my throat. “I mean… what did Ezig say?”
She presses her tongue against her tusk. “He said that you and Hemi got drunk and made fools of yourselves. I asked Heldvig...”
“Oh, crap.” I set the crate aside and run my fingers through my mohawk.
She grins and claps her hands to my shoulders. “I’m proud of you. Hemi makes a good match! No one else can match you, Pix.”
I look down at her, seeing her smile is genuine. She is actually excited about this! “Nothing is set in stone, Mama. Just a drunken mistake at a bar.”
“Ah, but that is how you are so much like me.” Her grin grows brighter. “Your father was also a drunken mistake at a bar.”
“Mama!” I whine.
“I’m just saying that drunken mistakes lead to good things in this family. I got your father, my wonderful family, and a wonderful home. Hemi will be an excellent provider, and you will have robust babies.”
I glare down at her.
“Come, now!” She slaps my arm. “Dish to Mama. Tell me everything.”
“Dish what? Tell what?” I take the crate back into my arms, carry it outside and set it down in the cart. “Nothing to talk about.”
“Heldvig said-”
“That I’m going to murder her in her sleep?” I sigh and slouch my shoulders. “We made out, and nothing else has happened. I’m sure if something does Heldvig will report.” I roll my eyes as I say this.
“You come tell me, and we’ll have a long chat.” Mama pulls me down and kisses my cheeks. “Hemi has my blessing. Ever since he and Ezig became friends, he’s been a joy.”
I take the wagon back home, while Heldvig and Calpkin stay behind to help our dad fix our hunting equipment. I make a stop in town to pick up my boots from the cobbler. As I leave the shop, I see Hemi leaning against the wagon. “I thought the day got a little brighter.” Hemi strides towards me. “What are you doing here, Pixie?”
“I was getting my boots and...” I stop dead in my tracks and look at him wide-eyed. “What did you call me?”
“Don’t like it?” Hemi rubs his chin. “I thought it suited. Kind of cute, kind of dangerous.”
“How the hell is ‘pixie’ dangerous?” I say with a clenched jaw.
“I figured you might kill me if I said it.” Hemi tilts his head as he looks at me. They appear much more brown in daylight, almost softer. “Since you’re here, maybe you’d like to join me for a drink.”
“I have work to do at home,” I say quickly. “My sisters and I are preparing our house for winter.”
Hemi arches a brow. “I can help. I know you don’t need any help, least of all from a jerk like me, but I’m pretty strong and extremely eager.”
I breathe through my nose. “Well… I do hate filling the cracks of the cabin.”
Hemi’s hand rests on my hip, and I move a little closer to him. “Then make me do it. I’m a diligent worker, and I will do everything you ask me to.”
I press my palm against his chest. “Easy, boy. You’re drooling.”
Hemi leans down, and his lips brush against my ear. “Imagine it dripping off my tongue and down your thighs, Pixie.”
“Don’t call me that.” I grab his face, giving him a sharp kiss before releasing him. “Get in the wagon.”
I take him back home and unload the crates. As I’m unpacking mine, just to have a little time alone, I hear something outside. Going to my window, I see Hemi chopping wood. He’s gripping the ax my father made him, swinging it down and splitting logs with ease. My sisters and I usually have no issue chopping wood for winter, so it never occured to me to ask for help with it. Hemi is simply doing it himself. His chest is taut, his arms flexing. His back tenses in such a way that I can see every fiber of muscle. His tattoos ripple like waves on the ocean, or an avalanche off the mountains.
I go outside, seeing he’s already starting to sweat. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Hemi grins, wiping his brow. “Chopping wood, working up a sweat. Just warming up, really.” His ax rests on his shoulder so his whole bare chest is exposed to me. “I still plan to do everything you ask me, Pixie.”
I chew on my cheek every time he says my name like that. “I’m asking you to winterize my cabin, nothing else.”
He licks the gold hoops on his lip. “I know.” He sets his ax down on the ground. “I wasn’t thinking of anything else.”
My eyes follow the lines of his body, from his leg to his waist. He’s a little soft in the middle, but I can tell there isn’t an inch of him that isn’t heavy with muscle. My heart is hammering as I watch sweat drip down his chest. I can smell it, and I have to take a deep breath before I speak again.
“Liar. I know what you’re thinking.” I stride past him to get to the storage shed. “Keep chopping, I’ve got to mix the solution.”
“I know what you’re thinking,” Hemi laughs. “And that’s OK, I like it.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon filling in the cracks of the cabin. The mixture is one passed down from my mother, strong enough to hold all season. It’s a little pungent and messy, but it really works. It takes hot water to scrape off what has stuck to our arms and bodies, so I have to heat water over the fire for us. As we wait for it to steam, I pour a drink for Hemi and myself. The dark wine is almost black, but very sweet.
“How about I take you to the bar after we get washed up?” Hemi suggests. He sips his wine slowly.
“You’re not exhausted after all that?” I scoff.
Once his grin widens, I know where he’s going. “Oh, I won’t be until you’ve begged me to stop.”
“You’re tenacious, I’ll give you that.” I lean back in my chair.
“I’ve not been able to think of much else!” He leans forward, placing his hand on my thigh. “Ever since that night in the bar when you got me, since I woke up in your bed.” He takes a breath through his clenched teeth. “My mind keeps racing, remembering the scent of your sweat and how it called to every desire inside me. The way you gripped me. The way you bit.” A sultry moan escapes his lips. “Then to be buried in all of that while I lay in your bed. Your scent is a perfume. I want it on me for all of eternity. Your sweat, your spit, your blood, and of course the nectar of your loins.”
“Holy shit.” The words slip out of me, barely audible.
“Oh look,” he turns to the cauldron. “Looks like the water is ready.”
I hurriedly stand up, grabbing the cauldron from over the fire and rushing it outside so we can bathe. I pour the hot water into a basin and stick my arms in to soak. Hemi comes up beside me and sets his arms inside as well. He comes in close, kissing my neck and shoulder.
“Not fair,” I grunt. I quickly scrub at my hands, chipping away at the gunk. Once they are clean, I move away from him. I look up when I hear voices approaching the cabin.
“Stay here,” I hiss at him. “Clean up and be quiet.”
He arches his brow. “OK?”
“You said you’d do everything I asked right? Do this!” I go to the front of the cabin as my sisters walk up from the woods.
“Are you already this far along?” Heldvig asks in surprise.
I take our equipment from them. “I’ll go put these away. I’m almost done, so if you want to, I can meet you in town for supper.”
Calpkin’s expression widens as she looks at me.
“Oh, sure.” Heldvig eyes me as well. “You OK with doing all this on your own?”
“I got into a groove.” I shrug. “Buy me food if you’re so concerned about it.”
My sisters continue to give me the eye as they head inside. I rush towards the storage shed and silently beckon for Hemi to follow me, then pull him into the shed with me, tugging him close and kissing him hungrily.
“What are you doing?” he demands. His hands are warm and damp from washing. “Trying to hide me?”
“Yes.” I kiss him, biting his jaw while I drag my nails down the back of his neck. “My sisters are here.”
“I see.” He pushes me against the wall, trapping me with his hands on either side of my body. “Is there a reason you don’t want to get caught with me?”
“My sisters can be smug. I’m not ready to face that yet.” I pet my hand down his chest. There’s light filtering through the crevices in the walls, and I can see his tattoos. I trace them, following the curves. Within them are birds and flowers, happy and sad faces.
“My father’s clan believes in telling stories with ink.” He takes hold of my hand, pressing it to his chest. “They use their skin as canvas, passing on their tales from parent to child. Before my father died, he gave me these.”
“They’re beautiful.” I look up at him. “What’s the story?”
Hemi picks me up, setting me on the stone workbench. “It’s how the giants went into the mountains.” As he speaks he carefully removes my clothes. “When they migrated here, they discovered a small colony of humans who had been living there for ages. The elder of the giants and the priestess of the humans argued day and night, but eventually, they discovered that they loved one another. They were afraid their love would not be accepted, so they met secretly at night.” His hands touched my bare skin, cupping my heavy breasts in his hands.
“How did it end?” I moan.
Hemi dips down, suckling my breast. He bites and tweaks my nipple with his teeth, pulling away only to torment the other. I lean back against the wall, breathing deeply while his touch grows more ardent. His kisses trail down to my stomach, through the patch of hair between my legs, and then he’s trapped between my thighs. He moans against the flesh between my legs, using his tongue to open me up. I tremble, trying to breathe.
“Pix?” There’s a knock on the shed. “You in there?”
I grab a fistful of Hemi’s hair and push him deeper inside me. “Yes!” I yelp. “I… I’m trying to organize.”
“Ah, sure.” Heldvig sounds unconvinced. “Well, we’re on our way out. Will you be behind us shortly?”
Hemi’s tongue presses inside me, finding me wet and eager. My jaw goes slack and my lashes flutter. I squeeze my thighs tighter around his head. “Yes. I’ll be fine. just go!” I bite my lip, my stomach muscles clenching as Hemi’s fingers dig into my flesh.
“We can wait for you, if you want,” Heldvig teases.
I look down to see Hemi’s eyes gazing up at me. “Just go. I’m fine.” I lean back again, watching his head bob between my thighs.
Heldvig titters. “OK, have fun organizing.”
I hold my breath until I am sure she and Calpkin are gone. I release his head, hearing him moan hungrily. I let out a cry of pleasure, trembling as I try to rise.
“You almost killed me,” he laughs.
“Worth it.” I watch him as he stands. I focus on the shadow cast by his cock. “What are you planning to do with that?”
Hemi picks me up, holding me by my hips as I wrap my legs around him. I kiss him, tangling my fingers in his hair as he sits down on the workbench. His cock rubs against my ass, slipping between the cheeks. His fingers move down, slipping inside me while his thumb rubs my clit. He’s all around me, and I can feel him on every inch of my skin. Now all I want is to have him fill me to the brim.
Rising up just enough off his lap, I guide his penis towards me. It rubs against my labia before easing inside. He’s big, but I’ve hunted worse. Slowly, slowly, I take him. I will not lose this fight. He’s so big, so hard, but I am stronger.
“Look at me, Pixie.”
I look into his eyes, taking the last of him I possibly can. We kiss, and he holds me tight. He thrusts a little deeper. I cry out into his mouth, then bite him. Our bodies have become tangled together, and I do not want to pull apart.
During our time in the shed, we manage to break the stone bench. We spill outside, falling onto the cold ground. We wash in the basin, sloshing out the water as we thrust against one another. He bends me over a boulder behind the house. I ride him with his back to the ground again.
We eventually end up in the house, but between the bed and outside, I’ve lost all sense of time. I’m sure my sisters don’t expect me for dinner, and have made their evening elsewhere. I am sore, ragged, and still catching my breath. Hemi is smug and grinning as I rest against him.
I reach down, touching between my thighs, where I am wet and aching. I feel his seed slowly dribbling from me. “You made a mess,” I grumble.
“That’s half the fun.” He kisses the top of my head. “I plan on making many messes with you, Pixie.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I rest my cheek against his chest. “You never told me how the story ended.”
He yawns and stretches his legs until they come off the end of the bed. “Oh right, my tattoos.” He guides my hand over his chest, placing it over his heart, where there is an empty space. “The giant and the priestess wanted to be together forever, but they would have to find a new place to share. So they disappeared into the mountains, where their tears wore a river in the stone. The river soon cut through the mountains, making a path for people to travel. But they were never seen again.”
“That’s so sad,” I murmur.
“Is it?” He sits up, propping himself up on the headboard. “They made it possible for the mountains to be traveled safely, they took care of the people they left behind, and they eventually spent their lives together. The ending is what you make of it.” He gently rubs his hand down my back. “So, are you done with me yet?”
I sit up in bed and kiss him. “You wish.” I pull him back down into bed with me. “Be gentle this time?”
Hemi smirks. “Already?”
I loop my arms around his neck. “Gently.”
