The Orc #8
I can provide for her. Food, shelter, warmth, comfort. But is that enough? I barely know Eden, but already, I'd do anything to make her feel at home with me. If she needs it, I will provide.
I watch her walk beside me, slowly since I've carried her most of the journey and she's still gaining her bearings, her stride much shorter than mine.
I slow my pace. We continue in comfortable silence for twenty minutes along the cliff's edge.
I listen and wait, impatiently, for any sign of distress, or that she expected more.
But she says nothing, only offering that same quiet smile.
A copse of bushes and boulders naturally separate near the tree line at the cliff, and Eden follows me into the darkness.
The crack in the boulders is dark when we approach. I'm pleased she does not hesitate, still trusting and following at my back. I pause for a moment, and she runs into my leg, making an oof noise.
I chuckle, then tell her to wait.
She does as I say, and I follow along the inner walls, to the right of the entrance, and find my ignition. Striking the flint, a flame sparks and I dip it into the oil ring, igniting a narrow row along the perimeter of the cave, flowing in a circle around us, lighting up my entire home.
I was just here.
But it feels different right now. Eden is with me. I've brought my tiny human home. I ignore the discomfort in my chest, the worry, and turn, forcing myself to face her.
And she is alight with joy. My shoulders relax, releasing a tension I've held since we arrived. Perhaps a tension I've held since she walked away from our waterfall several days ago.
Her pale cheeks glow, eyes wide and watery. She sees everything, with a look of wondrous beauty on her face. Miles from her home, from everything—and she's excited. I turn and look around my space, trying to see it through her eyes. It's cavernous, fit for an orc.
I've built all the furniture myself. I sew my own clothes and bedding. I've done everything myself, and now I will do everything for us both.
I just want a partner to keep me company. To share the small moments, among other things.
Nervously, I take her around the cave, and show her where I prepare food. There is dried meat and fruit on one side, near the back. I ask if she's hungry. She says she is not. Humans, I realize, don't need as much sustenance as an orc.
I assure her the back of the cave is coolest, and foolish animals will not venture in to steal food, and so she need not worry about predators while she sleeps.
She is less concerned about this prospect than I expected.
I decide it's going well. Eden is trusting, smiling, unconcerned with the harsh realities of forest life.
I like this. I like that she is carefree.
I puff my chest bigger as I show her more of my things. She is easy to impress. I show her a bench with piles of fabric, and assure her I can sew her an extra shift if she needs one. It will not be as intricate or fine as hers, I add shamefully, but like everything else so far, she waves me off.
"This is more than I ever expected, Ulack."
I do not know what to say to this. I stand back while she runs her hands along my furnishings. I have one chair for myself, sitting near the small, unlit fire pit for cooking. I will make another smaller chair for her, though I prefer her in my lap. Still, I will begin construction tomorrow.
I'll need to build steps for the bed as well. She could climb into it, but it will take effort. I will lift her for now.
She continues to run her hand over everything, touching all of my things. Pride swells in my chest, her delighted expression never wavering.
Until her curious fingertips find the hole in the wall near my bed.
"Ulack?" she asks, brows furrowing. Shame briefly colors my cheeks. I look away and clear my throat, feeling even more uncomfortable when she reaches her arm into the deep, smooth hole I've cut into the stone wall.
"Is this—" Her words cut off when she finally looks up and sees me blushing.
It takes her a moment, then she gasps and turns back to the hole, running her hands along the edges. She tries to see how deep it goes, but her whole arm, up to the shoulder, disappears, and I know she hasn't hit the back.
I clear my throat and shrug. "It's quite deep. At the back, there is another hole that drops down toward the ground, so the cum has a place to pool before drying. Easier to clean."
"Ulack, you use this to…?" she makes a jerking-off motion with her hands. I nod, still blushing.
My ear twitches, burning hot, but then… my nostrils flare.
I can smell her pussy, concentrated by the confined space of the cave. She's wet for me. For this.
Eden doesn't look at me like I should be ashamed for being overly interested in sexual pleasure. She enjoys it.
And then I remember—with all of my nerves and self-doubt, how could I have forgotten how I met my Eden? Alone on the trail, needy and desperate and unfulfilled. Touching herself like some lost, wanton maiden.
"You like this idea? Of me fucking the wall?" I ask, taking a step closer.
She swallows. Her lovely, delicate throat contracts. I kneel so I can look her in the eye.
"I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice that we don't exactly—" she waves a hand between us, "fit."
It's her turn to blush, but she bites her lip, scrunching up her face and turns to look around the expansive cave. "Umm, Ulack, how come you're not… I mean, there are obviously other females in your tribe…"
I scrub a hand over my chin. "I wondered if you would ask this. Come sit on my lap, Eden."
I walk to the bed and lift her up. The frame rests high above the ground, the top layered in thick skins and furs. It's comfortable, hopefully even more so than the pile of furs she slept on beneath the stars.
She sits on my lap as my legs drape over the side of the bed.
"Orcs have sex with each other, but we don't mate until the urge to procreate forms. For some of us, that is never.
I've never had the urge, so I haven't looked for a mate.
Occasionally I'll find a bedmate, but again, orcs are territorial about their space, and prefer to live alone from one another.
So if you're asking why I don't have another orc to fuck, the answer is, I do, if I want to.
But ever since I found you, I've found myself thinking strange things. "
"What kind of strange things?"
"Do you remember what I said I was curious about? Back at the waterfall?" I give her a teasing look.
She draws in a slow breath, eyes twinkling. And there's that scent again. Stronger, now. I can feel the heat of her in my lap. She clenches her little legs together. "Of ways we can fit?"
I nod. "Yes. That day was very fun for me. And this hole here—this can be fun." I point to my custom hole in the rock. "I don't need another orc to have fun. You see?"
"So you just want me?" she asks hopefully. The eagerness in her voice assures me my fears are unfounded. She wants this too. My Eden from the waterfall, from the furs at the edge of camp. My Eden, who defended me against the righteous, angry humans. And this Eden. In my lap, in my cave.
They are all the same. Fiercely loyal, kind, sweet. A daydreamer. A lover.
"I just want you. So… Do you want to play with me, Eden?"
She swallows, then nods her head yes. I come to a stand, gently setting her to the ground beside the bed. I'm ready to have my way with her. I've been ready for days, hours, minutes.
On my nights away from her, I've thought of nothing else. Of all the ways we could fit.
But as I step down off the platform, my cock achingly heavy between my legs, Eden whispers, "Wait."
"Yes?" I ask, surprised.
"Can I see?"
I tilt my head, waiting for her to elaborate. Then she nods toward the hole.
I grunt and clear my throat. I wasn't expecting to show her that. Not now, maybe not ever. I'm not ashamed of my creation, but the other orcs who have seen it thought it was excessive.
But, shy or not, I can deny Eden nothing when she asks sweetly, "Please?"
I huff in amusement, then, determined to please my human in any way she desires, I untie my loincloth. My enormous erection juts out proudly from between my legs. It has a mind of its own, and I've been ignoring its demands for the better part of an hour.
But as she bites her bottom lip, the scent of her pussy floods the room, and her eyes grow ridiculously, owlishly large as she stares at my waiting, throbbing cock. A tendril of heat coils inside me, spring-loaded, ready to unleash.
My voice rasps, and I lift my chin. "Give me some slick. I know you have some to spare."
She snorts and shrugs, completely unabashed. I love it. I love this. She lifts her shift and tugs it off, tossing it aside. We stand there for a second, taking each other in. A smirk curls my lips, and I say, "Allow me."
Her body is so small compared to mine. So fragile, but she wields it like she's made of fire. My fierce little lion, standing tall and proud on those short little legs. I chuckle to myself, then nudge her legs apart easily.
I scoop as much wet slick as I can, running the tip of my finger over her clit, before nudging at her entrance. Her knees shake and her hand shoots out to clasp my arm, to hold herself steady, but then she waves her finger at me like I'm the one being naughty. It makes me laugh.
My finger is dripping with her silky juice. I collect a little more and spread it over my waiting cock. It twitches in my hand, and she stands close, watching eagerly.
"It feels good, Eden," I rasp. And because I can't wait a moment longer, I notch my cock into the hole in the wall, with both hands guiding it, and slide in. A shudder runs through me, and for a moment, I close my eyes and roll my head back.
"Let me see you fuck it, Ulack. I want to watch."