Male werewolf x female character - Chapter Two (sfw)
Thank you so much for all your enthusiasm and feedback on the first chapter! Here’s the teaser/info post, with ‘moodboard’ if you missed it too.
I should probably say this story is a bit of a slow burn, and it’s long. The current wordcount is over 10k, and I know where I want to take the whole thing, plot-wise... Your enthusiasm and reblogs will keep me going to finish it, I’m sure!
Anyway, it’s after midnight here, but I wanted to give you this as soon as I could (please forgive any editing fluffs; it’s been a long day!) as a thank you for your patience regarding Etsy stuff.
Chapter One (sfw)
Hunched at the kitchen table, with a slice of that crusty, locally-made bread dripping with honey the next morning, Odessa perused the leaflets from Tala.
After flipping through a few, she settled on a trail that led straight past the cabin and up into the forested hills behind, promising good views from the top of some densely-packed contour lines. Tala had advised her to check in at the cabin, but on reflection she honestly couldn’t be bothered to drive in and drive back to the cabin again, and she didn’t exactly plan on going far, so she set off after breakfast with her small rucksack and her sturdy boots, and excitement fizzling though her muscles.
Naturally, it started raining as she neared the summit of the trail and, grumbling to herself, she extricated her waterproof and sighed as raindrops spattered down from the rusty autumn leaves onto the hood, turning the coat practically into a drum. Below, mist pooled and shifted in the valley, caressing the rooftops of the town as it blew lazily past in drifts, and steam rose from the trees until the whole place seemed like a living breathing organism. In a way, she supposed it was. Despite the rain, it was still gorgeous, and a feral smile soon split her face, and she shoved back her hood to let the drops patter down, heedless of the way it frizzed her hair to a wild tangle and ran down her cheeks.
For the first time in months, she felt truly alive.
On her way back down the six mile loop though, her skin began to prickle in a way that had nothing at all to do with the damp in the air.
Eventually, she ground to an uneasy halt on the corner of a gritty, switch-back path, listening as the merry rivulet of water that had been accompanying her for the last mile or so seemed to grow almost overwhelmingly loud in the otherwise still air. Apart from the steady patter of raindrops through the dark canopy of pines and deciduous beech, the woods had gone suddenly silent.
Frozen like a deer, she waited, heart pounding with no explanation for it.
After she had stood there for what felt like forever, she thought she saw a shadow move between the trees far away to her right down the steep slope of the hillside. Her head whipped around and she sucked in a panicky breath.
“Don’t be stupid,” she hissed to herself a few seconds later. “There’s nothing there. You’re just fucking jumpy.”
What she thought she’d seen had been big though — as big as, if not bigger than, a bear — but the dark shape had been quick and silent, like a shadow racing along a wall.
“It’s nothing. Just a cloud or something. Stop freaking yourself out,” she muttered, setting off with a stubborn frown, but the peaceful atmosphere of the place had shattered to leave roiling anxiety in her stomach, and she was only too happy to see the outline of the cabin as she crossed the stepping stones in the rocky, fast-flowing stream below the property, and stumped up to the door with her boots caked in mud and her leggings soaked.
Peeling them off wasn’t exactly fun, but the hot shower afterwards was delightful, and when she emerged, the mirror was fogged and her face was flushed.
With nothing in the fridge but milk, and with her supplies from the road the previous day gone, she dressed, twisted her wild, wet hair up into something resembling a bun, and shoved on her old black boots.
Rainy days, it seemed, drew every resident of Pinewatch into town because there was nowhere on the main street to park. With a growl, she did a hasty three-point turn in the forecourt of a tumble-down garage at the southern-most reach of the street, the building’s red, corrugated roof more moss and birds nest than actual metal, and headed back up towards the Information Centre.
Odessa ducked inside to make sure it was alright to park there, and found someone different behind the desk that day. The woman looked older than Tala had, perhaps in her early forties, and she had her dark hair pulled back in a low bun like a policewoman. Her expression was fierce too as she looked up, but it soon softened a little when Odessa smiled.
“Hi,” she said, wiping her boots on the welcome mat. “I spoke to Tala yesterday about trails and stuff, but I thought I’d just ask if it was ok to park here while I go into town?”
The woman barked a laugh and nodded. “No space, huh? Gets busy on days like this. Sure, feel free.”
“You been for a hike yet?”
Odessa nodded, pausing on the point of leaving. “Yeah, I went this morning for a little loop from the cabin. It’s beautiful, even when it’s rainy.”
“That it is.”
Before they could exchange any more words, a door opened from the back of the building, and a man who looked to be in his early thirties stepped out, wearing park service gear, comprised of sturdy, dark trousers and boots, and a forest-green shirt with the logo on the chest. And what a chest, she thought, taken off-guard by the thought.
He truly was gorgeous. Easily six foot four or five, the man had weathered, tanned skin and dark, salt-and-pepper hair that was cropped short at the sides and left longer on the top. His was the kind of figure that spoke of long hours of physical activity outdoors, and not of gruelling sessions in the gym. The way the short sleeves of the airtex shirt stretched over his defined biceps though was enough to make her mouth go dry, not to mention his long, lean legs which seemed to go on for miles…
“Hey, Carys,” he said, without looking over. “Have you got the —” he halted and twitched around, obviously not having noticed Odessa, and doing a soft double-take when he saw her goggling at him like a teenager over a film star.
She managed a weak smile, cleared her throat, and croaked, “Hi.”
He inclined his head politely but turned back to the woman behind the counter, Carys.
“I put it in your pigeon hole this morning, Gabe,” Carys chuckled like a doting aunt to a hopeless nephew. “You just need to sign it and return it to me.”
“Thanks,” he said with an easy, self-deprecating smile, and ducked back out the way he had come. The thick stubble along his sharp jaw and around his mouth didn’t hide the dimples in his cheeks, and Odessa’s stomach flipped over. It had been a long time since she’d found anyone attractive.
“That’s Gabe,” Carys chortled, and when she saw the expression on Odessa’s face, she added, “He has that effect on most people.”
Odessa flushed deeply and pursed her lips. “Right, well, I’d better get to the grocery store before it closes. Or gets washed away,” she added with a look at the worsening rain. “Thanks for letting me park here.”
“Any time,” Carys smiled, blue eyes twinkling. “See you around…?” she finished questioningly, and Odessa supplied her name and politely headed out into the rain.
The grocery store was quaint, but well stocked, and by the time she left with two large bags that would probably see her through to the end of her stay, the rain had eased up from a thrashing downpour to a fine mist. From a distance, she glimpsed Gabe entering the veterinary clinic, pausing to hold the door open for an older lady and her ball-of-fluff doggo, who leapt delightedly up at Gabe, yipping and wagging its pompom tail while the owner fawned over him. Over Gabe, that was. Not the dog.
“Oh for God’s sake,” she scolded herself as she readjusted the weight of one of the bags, “You’re not here to hook up with someone on the bloody rebound.”
Of course, he’d actually have to be interested in her for that to work though, and she didn’t think that someone who looked like he spent 98% of his year outdoors would take more than a second glance at a city-dwelling, ex-lawyer like her.
She tried not to let it affect her, but she knew she’d put on a good few pounds since the start of the year — hell, Jake had felt no qualms about pointing it out to her, with a look on his face like he’d chewed on a lime — and she just didn't feel the way she had about herself five years earlier, with the easy confidence of a young woman who’d graduated top of her class and had three jobs lined up from which to choose. She couldn't remember the last time she’d let someone take a photo of her.
“Well, fuck Jake anyway,” she snarled to herself once she’d juggled the bags of shopping into the back of the car back at the Information Centre car park.
The cabin had a DVD player, and she nestled up on the ridiculously comfortable couch that night with a glass of wine and lost herself in a slew of old movies she’d not seen in years, and hadn’t wanted to watch while Jake had been around. The luxury of doing something for only herself was almost enough to make her giddy, and it wasn’t from the wine.
Just before bed, she paused in the stillness of the cabin and then made her way towards the front door. Standing barefoot on the small porch, she inhaled deeply. The rain had stopped, leaving the most wonderful scents in the air, so she slid her boots on and walked a little way out onto the gravel.
It was too dark to go far, the stars just barely glinting out from behind the clouds that sailed over the small clearing around the cabin, so she just stood there and folded her arms in the chill evening and breathed.
Tala had been right; a place like this really could hook its claws into you and never let go.
“Wouldn't be such a bad thing after all,” she whispered aloud, watching the speck of a lofty satellite navigate its way across the stars before disappearing behind a cloud.
On the point of returning to the cabin, she caught a glint of something in the trees across the clearing. Whatever it had been, perhaps a reflection from the porch light on a wet leaf, didn’t gleam again, but she got the strange, uneasy feeling that she was not alone, and bolted back indoors, slamming the lock home and taking a moment to calm down. Peace and solitude in the woods were all very well until you freaked yourself out.
Not ready to go to sleep after scaring herself with shadows and reflections, she picked up a book from the shelf and curled up beneath the blankets to read. Hours later, she startled awake, the book in her lap and a crick in her neck.
Sighing, she turned the light off and snuggled down beneath the cosy duvet, and wondered what to do the next day.
To be continued… Next time, our protagonists actually spend some time in each other’s company......
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zhol the orc
dinner at your boyfriend’s promises an evening of bliss
fyi: m!orc x f!reader; no fandom; ns4w; w2189; zhol ( orc , 7’1,” 300+lbs ) and yn have been together for 6 months . you’ve been intimate before but have never had traditional sex . established relationship; fluff and smut; flirting; dirty talk; kissing; use of toys (dildo and stroker); fingering; slight size kink (it’s more like them acknowledging their differences and making it work); minor cum eating; slight cum play; unprotected sex: sorry for any mistakes!; slight description thruout
“Hi,” you say, tone a bit shy despite the excitement in your eyes.
Zhol smirks at you, leaning against his door frame as the pair of you eye each other up. It’s only been a few days, but it feels as though it’s been weeks since you last saw your boyfriend, and standing in front of him right now makes you feel vulnerable in a way you don’t typically allow yourself to be. In a way that he doesn’t typically make you feel, and it’s oddly thrilling.
“Hey, baby,” he greets you, voice low in his chest. It draws heat down your spine, pulling you forward as though drawn by string. “I’ve missed you.”
You close the space between you all, moaning softly when his big arm finally curls around your body and cuddles you to his. Taking a deep breath of him, you wrap your arms around his body as best you can and bury your face nearly under his arm as you press yourself closer.
“I missed you more,” you tell him. “So much that I wish I could just….live inside you.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest as he rubs your side and back comfortingly. “You’re tiny enough, little human,” he teases. “I could probably fit you in my pocket.”
“Ha-ha,” you fake laugh, looking up at him for a kiss. “I’m sorry I can’t be a big, strong orc-woman.”
“I forgive you” -you laugh as he smiles- “but I love you the way you are.”
“Yeah?” You sigh into a kiss, pressing up on your tiptoes to get closer to him. “So…you gonna invite me in or what?”
“Nah,” he says against your lips, tusks moving gentle across your soft skin. “I want to fuck you right here.”
Your eyes widen, hands clutching at his shirt, and it only takes a moment for him to lift you up off the ground and carry you into his house. He holds you up high enough for you to look down at him and you use it as an opportunity to brush your fingers through his thick, dark hair, your eyes bouncing back and forth between his eyes and mouth as you wrap your legs around him.
“Right here?” you ask before he can close his door, your legs flexing around him.
He squeezes your bum in response, watching you hungrily. “From behind. Hook your legs over my forearm…let everyone see how much pleasure I bring my baby.”
He grins at you, dark eyes sparkling. “I’m far too selfish of a male to allow that,” he tells you, locking the door before carrying you to his kitchen.
“It smells good in here,” you say, sniffing the air to pick up the spices. It’s familiar, with a little bit of a twist, and it causes your stomach to grumble in anticipation.
He sets you down on the counter, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before abandoning you for the stove. “I’m making your favorite,” he tells you over his shoulder. “Nearly done…You wanna eat before or after?”
You jump off his counter and cross the space to cuddle into him from behind, resting your cheek on his back. “Are you fucking my throat today?”
His whole body tenses, shivering at the question, and it brings a smile to your face as you wait. “No…I have other plans.”
“That’s a good girl,” Zhol murmurs, his large, rough hands heavy on your hips, holding you upright as you fuck yourself on his lap, bouncing on the thick, bulbous dildo he bought you a few months ago.
You whimper, eyes searching out his as your thighs begin to ache from overuse. “Zhol, please. Make me cum, baby. I can’t- haaa, fuck-” your eyes squeeze close as he tightens his hold on you, forcing you down a little harder “-I can’t take it, anymore.”
“Make you?” He asks, lifting you up effortlessly.
The toy stays planted where he has it strapped to his thigh, leaving you sobbing at the sudden emptiness. He crushes you to his chest, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. Before you can complain one arm is sweeping under your thighs, manhandling you until your back is pressed against his strong chest and your legs are spread wide over his.
It’d hurt if you weren’t so desperate, your hips fucking into nothing-in search of anything to relieve the desire burning through you. You find relief in two long, thick fingers fucking into you as he deftly unlatches dildo and fists it. Your eyes stay focused- it’s smaller than Zhol’s cock and looks almost laughable in his grasp, but you’ve only just managed taking it without feeling like you’re going to die instead of cum. And as his fingers slip from your body you find yourself trembling in renewed anticipation.
“Let’s see how easy this pussy takes it,” he murmurs, words vibrating through you.
“‘m gonna cum,” you pant, body going taut as he teases your gaping hole with the tip. “‘m gonna cum, Zhol, baby-”
“Before I even fill you up?”
“Yes,” you breathe, fingers digging into his skin.
“Green. Green, green, green, just-”
You gasp as he thrusts it in, settling it deep inside you with just just a few strokes.
“What a sloppy fucking hole,” he taunts as you writhe above him, his arm holding you tight as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Look at that. Just hungry for a bigger cock now, huh?”
He chuckles. “Does that mean I get to keep you all for myself, yn?”
“Yes- Zhol. Sto-stop. ‘s too much,” you cry, hips stuttering in overstimulation, your walls pulsing around the toy as you clutch at his arms and tilt your head back to look at him.
He grunts his reply, squeezing you tight and stuffing the dildo deep into you. Your body trembles and jerks in reply, desperate and exhausted and draped in bliss you aren’t sure is coming or going.
“Feet on my thighs,” he rasps, one arm holding you against his chest as the other frees his cock from his boxer-briefs.
He palms one of your breasts, leaning in to kiss your shoulder as you do as told. “You’re doing so well for me, my heart,” he tells you, pushing you deep into his lap as his big, thick cock bobs between his thighs.
Through your fucked out daze you nod, fighting to focus as he fists it, pumping a few times as he fits one of his strokers over the length of him. Your pussy continues to clench around the toy inside you, weak and thoroughly fucked but so hot for what’s to come. So desperate to be stuffed full of your lover.
He strains beneath you, obviously holding back his desire, and it’s hot. It’s so wonderfully sexy how much care he’s taken to ensure your comfort while he’s prepared you for him for months. And you still aren’t ready, and the thought causes tears to spill over.
“Green. I’m green. Zhol I just-” you swallow thickly. “Want you inside me so bad I-I feel empty.”
He touches you fondly, nails gentle as they graze your skin. “Soon,” he murmurs, body caving in on yours to kiss your head.
“Knees together,” he guides you, tugging at your nipples.
You do as told, feeling his cock throb between your thighs as they clothes around him. You reach for it, whimpering in response to his groan of pleasure from the feel of your soft hands sliding down the head, spreading pre-cum as far down his length as you can reach in your position.
“Gonna fuck my thighs, baby?” You tease, wiggling against him. Your fingers wrap around the stroker still gripping his cock, squeezing as it twitches in your hold. “Gonna fuck me and cum all over stomach?”
He groans again, his whole body vibrating beneath you as he squirts lube over his cock and your thighs. “Imma cover you in it” -he tosses the bottle to the side- “fuck it into that sloppy hole. You like that?”
“I love it. I want it so bad, Zholly, baby.”
You begin to jerk him off, keeping the stroker just below the fat head of his thick, dark cock, and watching in awe-filled lust as he begins to leak pre-cum.
Zhol wraps both arms around you, heavy and tight as he holds you close. He pinches your nipples, pushing his hips off the edge of his couch and angling himself just right. His heart pounds against your back and you very nearly feel yourself snapping for him, his self restraint driving you absolutely mad as you feel your pussy clench desperately around the toy- starving for more despite not being able to push it out- not with his cock stuffed snuggly between your soft thighs.
“Zhol,” you pant.
He chuckles in response, rough hands gentle as they rub at your skin.“I’ve got you. Keep your legs tight for me, yeah?”
You flex your thighs, eye sight wavering as you feel his moans and groans vibrating through you. He thrusts upward, slow and steady as he tests the position, leaving you whimpering for more. “Wanna feel you throbbing between thighs, rubbing against my swollen, fucked out pussy-”
“Who did that?”
His possessive tone causes you to tremble as you reach down to wrap both hands around the stroker. He slowly increases his pace, thrusting into the plush of your thighs as he grips your harder- using your body to get off.
“yn,” he growls, fucking you harder. His cock drags across your body, up and down your stomach as cum wets your breasts, just shy of titty-fucking you in this position.
“You, baby. You did, Zhol,” you pant, loving the way he throbs between your thighs, against your stomach, his body so much hotter than your own.
You stay focused on him, holding onto every shred of consciousness and watching as pre seeps from his tip and makes a mess of the both of you. Your body trembles with desire, near sated from the sight before you. His whimper draws you from your mind, your hands tightening around him.
“Color,” you demand again, unaccustomed to whimpers from him.
“Green, fuck- don’t let go-” His hand closes around yours, hips losing pace as he fucks into your thighs. “Love it, baby- green,” he mutters.
You hum in satisfaction, wiggling against him familiarly. “Cum for me, Zholly. Cover me in it. Wanna feel you all over my tits-wanna suck- haaa, baby-” you gasp as he lets go of your chest, arm hooking at the back of your knees before sliding downward and squeezing your legs tight.
“Suck what?” He asks, voice heady and focused.
“I wanna suck your cum off your fingers.”
He groans, cock throbbing against your fingers before he cums, thick and hot, thrusting hard between your thighs. It leaves you whimpering, walls clenching around the toy as your body trembles weakly, hands still wrapped around the stroker as you continue to jerk him off.
Zhol let’s go of your legs, still fucking into your thighs as he rides out his orgasm, moans low in his chest. “So good, baby,” he murmurs, body relaxing as he draws his fingers through the cum painting your stomach. “Open up-”
You open your mouth, moaning as his fingers fill your mouth.
“-good girl. You did so well for me.”
“You did so well for me, Zholly.”
He chuckles, sucking his fingers after you. “Relax.”
You draw your legs back over his, your fingers ghosting the hard length of his softening cock as you gather some of his cum. “Can I…Are you-” You break off with a gasp, your whole body jumping in overstimulation when your fingers brush your swollen clit.
“What, love?” He asks, fingers brushing down your side and squeezing your hips. “Keep touching yourself. Nice and slow for me.”
Taking his cock in one hand, he pushes the other between your thighs, lightly caressing yours before pushing his fingers into you, gripping the base of the toy. “Push it out,” he encourages, slowly stroking his cock as he watches.
“So hot,” he says under his breath, making a soothing sound in his chest as you whimper from the loss. “Were you worried I wasn’t going to duck my cum into you?”
You nod, hips grinding into his as you continue to rub your clit. Your head tilts back to look at him as he opens his mouth and fits the head of the dildo between his tusks. “Zhol-”
He smiles down at you, skin flushed darker and eyes still hazy with fire and desire as he rolls the toy along your stomach, coating it in a mix of lube and his cum. “Silly girl,” he teases, letting go of his cock long enough to grab your hand, pulling it from between your thighs and wrapping it around his cock.
It throbs in your hand, his nose brushing your hairline as teases your hole with the head of the dildo. “You know I’m not done with you-”
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