Chapter 6 Steve
Steve
“Okay, you can turn around now.”
Rosie has had me face the corner while she changed into her new dress.
As soon as it was delivered, I insisted on her changing.
The feral need to remove the Gatekeepers' dress and replace it with something more befitting for my kind.
I have not told her I have seen her naked flesh.
That there is no point facing away. Her skin is like milk compared to the darkness of my own.
I also have not admitted that we could be fated.
The pull in my chest toward her is unmistakable, but until we can stand with my brother, I can only assume she is my bonded.
It was always a risk when Bellator and I chose to live in separate Realms, but we agreed that the chances were slim, as well as, if we were to find someone, then we would simply arrange travel to confirm.
It was sheer luck that Rosie and I arrived at the same time, and I felt the fervent need to protect her.
To have her in my arms and keep her next to me always.
On the walk to Imperia, while she lay sleeping, I realised what this was between us.
This visceral need to be with her could only mean one thing.
But until my bond marks magically appear, then I need my brother to confirm my suspicions.
Turning to face her, my eyes rapidly devour her body.
The dress is of flowing silk, a forest green to complement us both and to show anyone who bears witness that we are together.
The shirt I had made to replace what was discarded earlier is sewn with the finest of gold thread.
It wraps around her waist and at the top of her shoulders.
A deep V in the front allows her teats to be covered but still reveals their shape.
The weight when my palms pressed against them earlier, the softness was indescribable.
She was so small when I wrapped my hands around her.
The perfect calmness to my brutality. No doubt she will look even more beautiful next to my brother.
I am okay to exist in the background as long as when we are alone, she is still mine.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I enquired when we arrived about Bellator and how to proceed.
I expect that at some point today, we will be advised.
I had hoped it would be immediate, but when I gave the messenger instructions, he averted his gaze.
We need to make our presence known in the city.
Let them know that orcs are not what they have been told.
That we are here for Bellator, and hopefully, if I spread enough coin, someone will tell me what I need to know.
I paid the seamstress double her asking price, as well as the innkeeper for our room.
The people here, the impish, are not always the friendliest, but I remember they were happy at my last visit.
Imperia thrived, and the impish flourished.
Now though, everyone I interact with looks gaunt and withdrawn.
Merely shells of their former selves while they go about their day.
“Steve?”
I refocus on Rosie, drifting between thoughts of her body, my brother, and Imperia.
“Yes, princess?” Reaching for my balterus, strapping it across my chest, making sure my blade is easily accessible by leaving my new shirt half undone.
“You, um…your, you know what. We can't leave while it's doing that.” Confused, I look at her. She stares at the ceiling, waving her arm at me. Looking down, I can see nothing unusual. My cock is hard and ready for her, my pants are unstained, and my shirt is clean.
“What is wrong? You will have to tell me because I cannot see the issue.”
Her jaw drops, “That's the issue, we can't go out with that thing. It will knock someone over.”
Turning behind me, I can't see anything.
“What is this thing? We will leave it here if you do not wish to take it.”
“Oh my God, what is it with men and them being so bloody dim-witted?” she says under her breath as she stomps toward me. Her teats bouncing nicely as she walks.
“Your penis, Steve. You can not go out with your penis like that.”
“You are safe, Rosie. I do not have this pen-nis you talk of.”
“Give me strength,” she sighs, pointing at my hard cock. If I take a step forward, she will be able to touch it. No, she must volunteer her body to me.
“This is my cock, not a pen-nis. It stands proud for you,” I say, puffing my chest.
“Listen, I think I've been more than understanding about this whole, I'm in Hell situation, but I will not walk anywhere with your cock completely tented in your trousers.” She huffs, crossing her arms, glaring at me.
“The males of my kind present their cocks as an offering for females they wish to bed. Is this not a custom of humans?”
“Who would have thought this conversation would be my undoing?” she mumbles, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her, gesturing for me to sit.
“Steve, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Where I'm from, it’s not common to present yourself in this manner. In fact, I have never seen a cock be presented, ever.”
“Ever!?”
“Not once.”
Abruptly standing, this will not do. “Allow me to do the honour and present my cock for you.” Hastily, I pull at my pants, my fingers not working as fast as I would like them.
“Steve!” she screams, as she takes in my size before quickly covering her eyes, rolling back on the bed, giggling. I have been complimented before on my cock, so I was sure this would be the thing to win her over. I have allowed her to see what she does to my body, only for her to laugh at me.
“I have offended you.” Turning from her so she no longer has to witness my heinous cock.
“No, Steve. No, please don't get upset. I'm sorry.
I meant what I said. I haven't seen one before!
It took me by surprise. I'm sorry I laughed,” she says, coming to my side, wrapping her hand around my little finger.
“Hey, look at me. I am very impressed. I told myself it looked like a fire hose when I noticed it earlier.
I think I'm in shock because I swear I saw it catch the light somehow.”
“A fire hose? Is this a good thing on Earth?”
“Yes, it's perfect,” she grins. “But would you mind keeping it covered while we walk around the city?”
Searching her face, she looks hopeful that I would cover myself, and if it makes her happy, then I will do so without complaint. “Come, let us walk around Imperia.”
We walk with her maintaining a hold of my finger.
The impish stare and look as we pass, no doubt curious about the human walking about their city.
I explained about the imps that live here.
There are other creatures, but it is not common for them to settle as the imps have.
They are the dominant species in this Realm, however they do not have the fighting capacity of an orc, which is why my brother chose to settle here.
The fighting started small until one day it was a war that never stopped.
Seeing the city now and how much it has fallen, how much the impish have been impacted.
It seems like they might no longer be winning this fight.
Gasping, Rosie pulls on my finger, “Look, look, that door is like the one I opened back on earth. There were three men, and I was standing in front of this church praying that someone would let me in, and then poof. The door opened. I remember the faces carved in the wood and thought I would come back in the daylight.”
“It is always daylight here.”
“No, I mean back on– wait, what do you mean it's always daylight?”
“They call her the illuminating sky orb, and she does not sleep,” I say, shading my eyes as I look toward the bright sun. “She remains stable in the sky, not moving or wavering in her light.”
“The sun just stays there all the time,” she murmurs.
“All day and what would be night. It is the symbol of Imperia.” I say, gesturing to the burnt orange coloured banners with a white sun printed in their centre.
“I guess that will take some getting used to.”
We are alone on the street, a small fountain to the left of us that barely flows, the perfect spot for a reprieve.
I pull her to rest on my thigh and not sit beside me.
The impish think we are bonded, so I must show her affection as if she were.
I was confident my cock would show her my intentions, but now I'm not so sure.
“My brother, Bellator. He is a fierce warrior who has fought for the impish of Imperia for a long time. I received word that tensions were growing, and it may no longer be safe for orcs in this Realm. Yesterday at the Gate, when you first saw me. I was coming… I am coming to check he is okay and try to convince him to return to my Realm.” Leaning into the crook of her neck, anyone looking would think this is a lover's affection.
Softening my voice, “There are rumours the Emperor has gone insane, that he has a sickness of the mind and believes things that are not true.”
“Someone is watching us. The shadows moved.” She whispers, her voice trembling.
“You are safe with me,” I nuzzle closer, breathing her in. “Lean into me and smile, they will think we are lovers.”
“How do you know what lovers means, but you don't know what a penis is,” she chuckles.
“My friend only told me so much when we spoke about being bonded to a human. If you will allow me to have your body, there are several things I would like to try.” My cock stiffens in my pants, and I try to adjust her position so she is not bothered by it.
“My body…” she trails off. “They have left, keep telling me about Bellator.”
Her performance not to give us away was perfect. Clearing my throat, I continue, “My brother was taken prisoner, and I need to find him and free him. I can not risk the Emperor hurting him. He is the only family I have left.”
“Oh, Steve, that's awful,” she says, throwing her arms over my shoulders. “I can't imagine what it would be like to actually like your family, let alone be worried for them. We will find someone who knows something. I promise.”
Her optimism is beautiful, and the pull in my chest only gets stronger the longer I am in her presence.
“You seem to be adjusting to this life rather quickly. I am pleased, but know if you need a break, it is okay to have a meltdown.” I try to offer comfort. “Portarius, my friend who is bonded to a human, told me many things about females, and meltdowns happen periodically.”
“I'm going to have to meet them when this is all over, and we’ve found your brother,” she chuckles, leaning against my body and resting her head against my chest. “My life wasn't the best on earth. Not one I'm dying to return to at least.”
Is this why she has not wept for her mother or father? Was she hurt by them? She has spoken briefly of the men who chased her the night she passed through the gate, but I've been more focused on her being with me now than what she ran from.
“Tell me everything,” I grunt, an idea forming on how we can get vengeance.